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greenpurplemylove · 7 months ago

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Blue Light (PJS)🛁

→ masterlist; part 2.

→ pairings: non idol!jay x female!reader

→ synopsis: you wanted your friend Jay as a hype man before your blind date, but what you didn’t expect was for him to reciprocate feelings for you.

→ genre: kinda smut(?) hella suggestive. so minors, y'all can just scroll pass this one😁

-> now playing: I'm Sorry We Lied, Blood Orange.

→ warnings: swearing, suggestive, making out, dirty thoughts, he gropes your tits, small mentions of masturbation and sex, possible grammatical errors, lemme know if I missed anything else! not proofread!

→ A/N: I fr made this fanfic while putting on champagne coast on loop. anyways, romance untold is such a good album fr, might be my favorite era of enha.

→ word count: 6,1k

You never really knew why you invited Jay over before your blind date.

For emotional support? Sure, yeah, definitely, but you knew there was more to it than that.

You’ve had a crush on him ever since the beginning of your friendship, there were times where you’ve tried to pursue him, but at one point you realized that maybe he only saw you as a friend, so you reluctantly gave up on that fantasy overtime.

That is until you realized that lately, there has been some semi-romantic tension between the both of you.

From catching him staring at you during the times where you hung out with your group of friends to how he would glance at you ever so often when girls would flirt with him in front of you.

At times you didn’t mind and you just gave him a teasing smile, but sometimes he’d look at you so longingly that the girl he was flirting with couldn’t help but feel offended.

The ones that no longer wanted to pursue him, started talking behind your friend group about how they think Jay has feelings for you.

The ones that still did pursue him, rolled their eyes at the mention of your name.

Initially you couldn’t help but be in denial.

Because for as long as you’ve known him, he’s always just been so casual and friendly towards you. He’d treat you like any other friend all this time, so why now? Why such gossip started spreading around now?

Although, you do recall that for the past couple of months you’ve been closer than ever. So much so that it didn’t feel like you were talking to him in a friendly manner lately.

Least to say, your relationship with him now is as complicated as ever.

So, here he was right here and now, in your apartment, leaning over your couch as he started reading one of the books he randomly picked up from your book shelves.

The tight shirt and black leather jacket he was wearing bubbled up new and old feelings.

You purposefully invited Jay over because you wanted to show him what you were going to wear to your blind date, tell him where you’re going, and what you’re going to do if the date goes well.

You wanted to see how he’d react.

You wanted to see if he’d get jealous or not.

“I didn’t know you liked Oasis” he observed the cover of the album as he read through the track list, interrupting your thoughts.

“uhm, yeah, my dad bought me that” you shook your head pointing at the vinyl he was holding, he raised his eyebrows pouting his lips before putting it back on the shelves.

“Anyways” you interrupted making him turn around to look at you still in your sweatpants and blue shirt.

“I need your help” you stated putting your hands on your hips.

“I know, you texted me about it” he replied nonchalantly,

“what do you need my help with?” he offered as he stood up, taking off his jacket and putting it on your jacket stand. His toned arm muscles made your heart run laps all over your body.

“I need your help picking out my outfit” you replied your eyes shifting back to look at his face, in hopes that your eyes don’t drift to his arms again.

“That’s it?” he raised his eyebrows at you.

“Well no, I also need some dating advice, knowing you get around” your comment made him snarky, he didn’t remember dating that much women in his life to make you fell under the impression that he was promiscuous.

“I don’t get around y/n, I’ve never even dated that many people” he crossed his arms smirking at you as he leaned against the partition wall between your kitchen and your living room.

“Really?” you sassed raising an eyebrow at him, “what about that time when you-” you went on as you started mentioning the names of all the people he has dated ever since you’ve been friends, which wasn’t much compared to some of your friends, but it was definitely a noticeable amount.

“And not to mention all the other ones you practically flirted in front of me” he couldn’t help but feel sour at the mention of all those names.

Yes, he did have feelings for all those women that have been in his life. But, it wasn’t until he realized that all the women he’s ever dated in college, always either had something in common or is the complete opposite of you.

It was then he realized that all this time, that was his way of suppressing his feelings towards you. As for the girls he had flirted with in front of you, though that occasion rarely happened in his opinion.

He somehow knew he wanted to catch your attention, in hopes that you’d feel jealous and would want to start pursuing him.

Which he knows is incredibly immature of himself, but somehow he’d still fall into the same guilt, repeating his mistakes again just for the sake of getting you to chase him back.

Before today, he had wanted to forever bury any desire left in him for you, to just continue being friends.

But, it wasn’t until today you texted that you wanted to see him.

He thought that maybe you wanted to talk about something.

Maybe, you wanted to talk how you truly felt about him.

But, later he dug his own grave when you said that you needed his help for your upcoming blind date.

Through it all, he still had questions in his head. Why him? Why only him? You could’ve at least ask your girl friends to help you out, but why him?

Those questions sparked a little hope in him, a little hope that he has a chance to actually make you fall for him. Though the chances were slim to none, he was still willing to take it.

“Ok, but still those aren’t considered many, if you compared me with other people in our friend group” he snapped back into reality as he sees you thinking for a moment.

Tucking your hair behind your ear.

“You have a point” you acknowledged before going back to your closet, picking out clothes from your closet for an afternoon date in the park.

“Hey, let’s say if you were going on a park date with a girl you’ve never met before, would you find her more attractive in a dress or in jeans and a plain top?” you asked lifting the two options on either side of your arms.

For a moment in his head he imagined how you looked good in both, but he was leaning more on to the dress.

He had fantasized the both of you laid out a carpet in the park, with you wearing that pretty dress you were holding and you smiling up at him as you caressed his hair.

“Well, I’m not really the one going on the date” he put his hands inside his pockets, “plus, you’ve never really met the guy in real life, how would you know he’s not some creep?” he added.

“Well, I’ve seen his pictures ok? He doesn’t look creepy at all” you tilted your head before walking towards your bathroom and shutting the door behind you.

“Looks can deceive, you know that right?” he half shouted from across the room as he plopped down on her couch, pulling out his phone from his pocket.

A few moments later, you came out of the bathroom with your first outfit, your jeans were rather baggy and low waisted, showing a little bit of your midriff and your top was just a plain white top that fitted your upper body just the way you liked it.

Jay couldn’t help but stare in awe as you walked towards your floor length mirror, greeted by the dimples on your back, he turned away rather shyly as he rubbed his thighs, trying desperately to relax.

“So” you spoke turning around to face him, “do you think this will do?” you asked as you fidgeted your fingers.

“Uhm” he stared for a moment, not knowing what to say.

You had already looked flawless to him, so there was not much to be said other than to utter perfection. Which he was too proud to say in front of you.

“It looks, nice” seeing his response felt a bit lackluster, you furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head as a reaction, flashing him a lopsided smile. He noticed your reaction and opened his mouth in response.

“It looks great, y-you look great”

shit

He mentally face palmed himself for stuttering.

“But, why don’t you try on that dress first, you know, uhm, for safe measurements?” he suggested trying to save himself from further embarrassing himself.

“uhm, ok sure, yeah” you responded smirking at him from his odd respond before going back to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you.

Moments later you came out with a short dress that you thought complemented your figure and complexion.

The low cut revealed your cleavage in a flattering way and the hem of the dress accentuated your figure, or at least the parts that you purposefully wanted to accentuate.

“How about this one?” you pinched the edges of the dress, giving a small twirl at the end, you looked up from your dress to look at his face, his mouth was opened, eyes stunned, ears red and body frozen.

His reaction made your heart skip a couple of beats.

For a second you thought he was having a stroke, but now you could only stand there stiff waiting for him to say something back.

“Uhm, t-to be honest, I think the j-jeans and top one was better” he responded swallowing a spit down his throat, covering his coughs with his elbow. The blush from his cheeks peaking out of his elbows.

You could tell he was just using coughs as a gimmick to hide his blush.

Which is exactly what he was doing. His heart was running laps around his body, thumping hard at the sight of you wearing a dress that made you look impossibly hotter than you did before.

At that moment, if he could get down on his knees to worship you. He would do so voluntarily.

His possessive side definitely got the best of him after seeing you in a dress. He knew you weren’t his, but he knew that he’d rather put a gun to his head than see you dressed like that for another guy, let alone a guy you’ve never met.

Especially, not with the way that dress was revealing your breasts, it had him riled up in his seat almost instantaneously.

You sighed and rolled your eyes at his actions before going back to the bathroom and changing back to your jeans and top before laying down beside him on your couch. He instantly swung his arm over your head to lay it behind your figure on the back of the sofa.

“Better?” you smirked, batting your lashes at him. For a moment he stared at you in silence before he nodded, flashing a smirk at you before he shyly looked away to see your book shelves and vinyl player from across the room.

“You wanna play a little music to maybe help you get ready?” he suddenly got up from the couch reaching for your vinyl cabinet, leaving you feeling a little disappointed.

“Yeah, sure definitely” you said readjusted yourself on the couch.

“When’s your date coming anyways?” he asked browsing through your vinyls.

“In 4 hours give or take” you stood up from your seat and squatted down next to him, opening the glass cabinet.

He turned to you, wide eyed and eyebrows furrowed as he watches you tuck the strands of your hair to the back of your ear, your eyes latching onto the glass cabinet, concentrated in picking the right vinyl to set the mood.

“You’re kidding? That’ll still be awhile, why’d you even invited me anyways?” He sat down on the floor and folded his leg, using it as an arm rest. His eyes followed your figure as you placed your vinyl on your coffee table.

There was a few moments of comfortable silence, followed by an ever so small romantic tension between the both of you that quickly filled your apartment to the brim before you opened your mouth.

“I wanted you to be here” you spoke truthfully, flashing him a nervous smile feeling your blood rush up to your cheeks as your body starts to tense at the feeling of his eyes on you.

You looked at him for some time and you’d notice how his mouth is just hanged opened a little, eyes dazed, ears red, the words struggled to slip out from his mouth as he swallowed his own spit.

Does he, actually like me back?

You thought to yourself, turning away, feeling your cheeks heat up more and more at the thought.

“Is Blood Orange ok?” you suddenly switched the topic, in hopes that it would calm down the butterflies you had in your stomach as you walked towards the cables, struggling to plug in your vinyl player.

Jay wasted no time to get up and help you set up, resulting in his hand brushing over yours. Ever so slightly, but it triggered a reaction so big inside you, you felt like you could just melt right then and there.

Not so long after you put the vinyl in place and set it all up, the first song of the track began to play. The music filling in the silence that once roamed your apartment.

“Thanks by the way” you spoke standing up and putting your hands in your back pockets.

“No problem” Jay got up, dusting his arms off.

For a moment, there was this valley of awkward silence in between the both of you. The music in the background could only cover such little awkwardness.

His hands were in his pockets and yours were on your hips. You nodded for no reason trying your absolute best to avoid eye contact with him and vice versa.

Jay clicked his tongue making you turn to face him, he was pointing at the bathroom door behind him before rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

“I need to use the bathroom by the way” he glanced at the bathroom door, putting his hands in his pockets flashing you a small smile.

“Uhm, sure, yeah, sure thing, no pro, eughm problem” you coughed in the middle of your sentence as you turned around, trying to find something to busy yourself with as you waited.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking opened and the toilet flushing made you turn your head, turning your gaze from your book to Jay.

“I’m gonna go do my makeup now” you purposefully brushed against him as you strutted to the bathroom, leaving him to turn his head to you.

Following your figure as you opened the bathroom door, for a moment it left him breathless, but for the next moment, it made him contemplate.

Your apartment wasn’t a crowded space, since there was only the two of you in your whole apartment. Yet, you still decided to brush against him as if you were in a room full of people.

Was it possible that you wanted him back?

Or, was that just your way of teasing him?

He plopped down on your couch and grabbed the book you read earlier on, eyeing it curiously.

The Summer I Turned Pretty.

I think I saw this once on prime.

He thought, as he examined the covers and fidgeted with the pages.

“Hey, isn’t this a television show?” he asked holding up the book, making you turn around after pumping moisturizer into your hands.

“oh yeah it is, it’s on prime” you responded before going back to face the mirror, dotting your moisturizer on to your face.

“why not just watch the show?” he asked raising his shoulders looking at you.

“I did, and they said there were a few differences between the book and the show” you spoke as you fanned yourself.

“what difference does it make?” he mumbled to himself as he started reading the first page, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted in concentration.

The music filled in the void of silence in between the both of you, as you mouthed the lyrics, moving your shoulders to the beat as you waited for your concealer to set.

After Jay was about a chapter in, he closed the book. Not that it was boring or anything, he just wasn’t interested in where the story was going.

He leaned his head back on the couch, stretching his arms on either side feeling the music take over his mind.

For a moment he recalled all the moments he had looked at the same ceiling.

The house warming party you had at your second year of uni and how gorgeous you looked wearing that sparkly dress as you danced to the beat of the house music playing in the background.

The time you let him and his two friends sleep here when they got black out drunk at a nearby sports bar after his favorite soccer team won a rematch.

He remembered how you made him a hangover drink the morning after that worked like a charm, that he now makes it every time he goes back to his apartment hammered after a party or a gathering.

Or the many times he studied for his finals or midterms in your apartment. You were always willing to lend him a hand, that at times he worries that you were neglecting your work just to do his.

He liked spending time with you, wether inside or outside your apartment.

He liked how your humors clicked with each other.

He liked how the both of you seemingly development the same habits overtime, wether good or bad.

He liked how you’re always concentrated in your studies, but you never gate keep things and that you’re always willing to help out others when in need.

He liked how though you were seemingly cold to approach at first, you soon melted into this kind and warm personality.

He liked how warm you smiled and greeted other people, though you’ve only talked to them once or twice.

He liked the seemingly bad habits you’d always mention, but to him they seem adorable.

He liked how when you flirt, your voice always go in this specific tone of voice that has him on the edge of his seat.

He liked how your hair shined under the sunlight.

He liked the way you smile and curl your lips.

He liked you.

Eventually, his mind traced back to the party he had celebrated in Sunghoon’s house a few months ago, it wasn’t a big party and only both your friend group came.

You were very drunk and he could tell from your expression.

He didn’t know what had happened, but somehow suddenly, you took him upstairs to the second floor.

Dragging him by the hand.

He didn’t know if you were aware of what you were doing, but all of a sudden you straddled him on his lap on top of a couch.

Your face flushed red, smiling and giggling like a mad man.

“You know I’ve always had a crush on you Jay” your sultry seductive voice replayed in his head.

“But, do you like me? Please, please tell me you like me back” you asked with your half lidded eyes as you wrapped your hands around his neck, your face was inches from his.

He did like you, he had liked you ever since he saw you walking down the hallways for the first time.

A little regret lingered down his throat as he had wish he hadn’t cast his feelings aside in order to not damage your friendship.

If he hadn’t cast those feelings aside all this time, he could only imagine the things you’d be doing right then at that very moment.

But, he couldn’t blame himself after all. It was all in the past.

He recalled her pouting in disappointment as she was met with silence at the time, so she nuzzled her face on to the crook of his neck. Her nose rubbing against the bottom of his ear making his slacks grow tighter.

The way her legs were positioned didn’t make it any easier for him either.

He didn’t know where the sudden surge of confidence came to be, was it the alcohol or the atmosphere at that time, but he couldn’t care less anymore as he cupped your cheek making you look at him in wonder.

Your eyes were a daze, looking into him deeply as your face were centimeters from each other. He turned your head to the side as he closed his eyes and took your lips in his.

He felt that you embraced him closer as you pressed your lips deeper against him.

His hands moved from your cheek to your waist, gripping them tight making you moan into his mouth. Making his dick grow harder in his pants.

Your lips crashed passionately into each other, pulling back and forth like a mind game as you laced your fingers in his hair, making him groan.

He started rubbing the sides of your body as he licked the bottom of your lip, asking for permission to which you happily gave in to.

You opened your mouth and he slipped his tongue in. It felt like heaven to him when your tongues clashed into each other.

Your lips, your kiss and your tongue. God, your tongue. Felt so good and hypnotizing, tangled with each other.

His hands would switch between your cheeks and your waist to gently give you assurance every time.

He trailed kisses from your lips to your ear and eventually to your neck, making you lean your head back, giving him more space to roam with his mouth.

Your sighs grew louder as he started kissing a certain spot on your neck. He took it as a sign that, that was your weak spot. Before he started gently sucking on it making you moan quietly under your breath.

He didn’t expect your next bold move, but it made him incredibly harder than he was already. You took one of his hands that was on your waist and you slipped it under your shirt to the point where his fingertips were right under your bra.

He didn’t think you’d stop there, because you had stopped for a moment, he just continued kissing and sucking on your weak spots.

But, his mouth was left opened when he felt his hand that was under your shirt, was being lifted up your bra as your hand guided him to do so.

He was now gently massaging your bare breast as it made you moan and leaned your head back.

“Please Jay” you moaned his name.

Driving him insane as you grind on his clothed shaft, making him lean his head back in pleasure as you continuously moaned his name.

You were a sight to behold.

His hand was gently massaging your breasts, revealing your beautiful bare skin from your stomach up. Eyes shut and mouth opened in pleasure, as you slowly grind up on him.

It was his first time he had ever seen you like this.

Needy for him only.

He can never let go of that image from his head.

He was in heaven.

But, he would never forgive whoever came into the room, interrupting such a precious moment with you, making the both of you instantly panic to hide and cover yourselves.

Your face on his lap at that moment became his weekly masturbation material.

Making him tight in his pants whenever he remembers it or whenever the side of your body was pressed up against his.

It drove him almost insane, when he found out you didn’t remember a thing from that night.

He snapped back into reality when he heard you hummed a long to the record playing from the bathroom.

His eyes looked at your back as you brushed your face with whatever you were wearing on your face.

A spike of confidence ran through him as he got up from his chair and walked up towards you.

He didn’t know why he got up, maybe he was stupid. Maybe he is being stupid.

But, he was stupid enough to wanna be near you, knowing fully well he might mess it up.

The last song of the album replayed for the third time today in the background as you curled your lashes, before turning around to see him standing on the doorframe of your bathroom.

“Hey” you greeted as he smirked at you, before walking closer till he was eventually standing right beside you.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked as he examined the makeup products that was in front of him.

He mentally cringed at himself for letting such a cheesy line slip from his mouth.

“Well, my makeup, but right now I’m doing the finishing touches, so what’s up?” you asked as you put on your mascara.

“You know, you asked me to come here to give you some dating advice, but you know what I’ve realized?” he asked invoking her curiosity.

“Go on” you replied putting down your mascara, turning your body to the side to look at him.

“You’ve never once asked me about a dating advice” he furrowed his eyebrows.

Your smile faded and your eyes widen at the realization.

Gotcha.

He thought.

“Well, I did tell you, I wanted you to be here” you spoke but his eyes soften, as if he knew you were already hiding your real reason.

“You could’ve had anybody else here y/n, why me? Out of all the people” he asked as he crossed his arms, leaning back on the counter.

“I-” there was a wave of silence between the both of you as you looked away, bitting your bottom lip.

You were contemplating, the tension in the bathroom was almost too much for you to shrug it off.

You wanted to tell him the truth, but you were scared that Jay wasn’t actually that interested in you and that he just wanted to be friends.

But, by his body language and demeanor through out the whole time you’ve been here, said other wise.

Fuck it.

“Can I ask you something?” he suddenly asked interrupting your thoughts.

“Sure, sure anything” you responded putting your hands in your pockets.

“That night at Sunghoon’s party, was it true when you said that you didn’t remember a thing?” he asked as his eyes widen in curiosity.

Your heart was beating so fast and you felt your cheeks blush remembering what had happened.

It was clear you didn’t remember everything, but you remembered some parts that you had with him.

You looked up at him and you can see the hope and glimmer in his eyes, whatever answer he wanted. You couldn’t take the underlying tension between the both of you anymore, you knew you had to tell the truth.

Wether it be a rejection or he does actually like you back, you wanted to let go of the burden of feeling like you had to play pretend all this time.

You shook your head as a rebuttal, looking away, cheeks red from embarrassment.

The way you made out with him and the way you let him fondled your breasts like that, made you feel hot.

Especially at this moment, since he was now standing so close to you.

He swallowed his spit before opening his mouth.

“What did you actually remember?” he asked.

You swallowed a spit as you find yourself leaning dangerously close to him, bitting your lips, thinking about how you should say it.

“I remember what I said a couple of times, and the fact that we made out” you mentioned the last few words in a whisper.

He bit the bottom of his lip, containing his smile.

He adjusted his height to match where he was now standing face-to-face with you.

His smirk teasing you as you tried so desperately to avoid his eyes on you.

Causing butterflies to form in your stomach.

“And-” your words were cut off when you realized how close his lips were to yours, when his hands gently snaked on to your waist making you gasp quietly.

Your hands landed on his clothed chest almost instantly.

Your eyes never broke contact from each other as if the sexual tension between the both of you wasn’t already overwhelming.

He leaned forward, feeling his breath so close to your ear.

You sighed as you closed your eyes, the feeling becoming a little too much.

“Go on” he whispered as he closed his eyes, smirking in a sultry manner that sparked a fire in you.

“I don’t wanna say it�� you turned away shyly, hearts beating fast, face as red as a tomato, too embarrassed to admit the act you did while you were both intoxicated.

His eyes soften and he sighed, smiling at you softly.

“That’s ok” he spoke as he rubbed your waist, comforting you in his touch.

The silence between the both of you know felt comfortable, the sexual tension was definitely still there.

But, it made you feel glad that you didn’t have to admit what you were uncomfortable to admit with him and it made you glad that he felt the same way, at least by the way he was responding to you.

“But, do you wanna do it again?” he whispered in your ear, making you giggle as he did the same.

“Yes, please” you nodded as he smiled at you, carefully setting aside your makeup from the counter.

He picked you up by your waist from the floor making you chuckle before putting you on top of your sink counter.

He smiled at you as he leaned his head to the side, his hands were on your waist and his lips were merely inches apart from yours as he waited for you to come back down from laughing.

You smiled at him, latching your arms on to his broad shoulders before pulling him in closer until his lips met yours.

His other hand cupped your cheek as he leaned in closer, deepening the kiss as his heart was thumping out of his chest.

Though very little words could convey what they felt at that moment. Their kiss was filled with all the longing and love, any lovers could ever offer.

Your hand went up the back of his neck, slowly caressing his jet black hair. He let out a groan as he momentarily pulled away from your lips before latching on again shortly, angling his head in a different way, deepening the kiss further, completely drunk on your lips.

He opened his mouth and you used this as an opportunity to slid in your tongue. Making him sigh as you finally did.

Your tongues were tangled in each other as the kiss grew impossibly deeper. The passion running through your veins as the both of you went on.

His hand that was on your cheek moved to the back of your neck as he slowly tugged at your hair, gently leaning your head to the side as he started trailing kisses from your jawline to your neck ever so softly.

“Jay” you moaned his name as he started gently sucking on your weak spots.

Your hands started caressing his body as his lips moved to the bottom of your neck, gently kissing and sucking.

Your mouth opened slightly and your eyes closed shut as the feeling of pleasure took over your body.

“God, y/n” he moaned at how good it felt when you caressed him.

He pulled away from you softly, you sighed in complaint at the loss of his lips on your neck.

His breath was heavy and so was yours as he pressed his forehead against yours, eyeing you.

Your flushed face, eyes shut, and heavy breathing. Made his heart race and his mind hazy.

Soon later, you sighed as you stared at his lips. Wanting more of it.

Like clockwork, he knew what you wanted and smiled at how adorable you looked, wanting nothing but his lips on yours again.

He smiled into the kiss as you did the same. This time the kiss was softer, but soon grew insatiable as you clung onto his shoulders and he was pulling you closer till your clothed chest was pressed against his.

Soon, his lips were back on your neck and he pulled your collar to the side as he trailed kisses on your collarbone, gently nibbling and bitting as you leaned your head back against the mirror, letting out a moan from the pleasure of it all.

Jay’s pants grew tighter as you both went on, with the way you were moaning his name it turned him on unlike any other girl he’s ever slept with.

Suddenly, you heard your phone ringing from across the counter, making you snap back onto reality.

Jay stopped abruptly, glancing at you as you picked up your phone.

Your eyes widen at the name that popped up on your screen.

“Shit, it’s my date” you cursed as he sighed, turning away in disappointment.

“He isn’t suppose to be here for another hour, right?” Jay asked, checking his wrist watch as he did so.

“I know” you responded before picking up the call.

“Heyy” you greeted, faking a smile even though the person on the other end of the line can’t see you in person.

Your blind date asked if you still wanted to go on that date.

“Well uhm” you glanced at Jay, who raised his eyebrows at you.

“Actually, I’m really sorry, I can’t go on a date with you” Jay’s eyes widen at your words.

“I have other plans as it turns out” you followed as you smiled at him, bitting your lip as you looked away.

He could’ve sworn he felt butterflies swarming up his stomach.

“Sure, sure, thanks so much for understanding, ok, ok thanks, bye” that’s all you said before you hung up the phone.

He let out a small chuckle at what just happened.

“You dumped your date for me?” he smiled teasingly, raising his eyebrows at you as he held on to the counter.

“Great guy, but honestly wasn’t really that interested in him anyways” you smiled confidently making him chuckle at you.

You sat there just smiling at each other, a wave of comfortable silence blended with the music in the background as it repeats its first song track for the fifth time today.

“So,” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, making you blush and smile at his cheeky behavior.

“What do we do now?” he asked as his face was merely inches from yours.

“Can I be honest?” he nodded at your question as he placed small kisses all over your neck making you sigh under your breath.

“I spent almost an hour doing my makeup, honestly I think it’ll be a waste of my efforts if we were to have sex right now” you stated as he pulled away, eyes widen surprised at your straightforward respond.

He snorted, smirking. Even after all this time he had known you, you still managed to surprise him.

“Ok then, what do you want to do instead?” he asked as he smiled at you softly.

“I’m thinking” you played with his hair, making him blush and smile up at you.

“A drive? Maybe some, dinner?” he raised his eyebrows at you as he smirked.

“Sure thing.”

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harryssyndrome · 4 months ago

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Backstage To My Heart

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔 | 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧�� 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐎𝐮𝐭

Headline: “Harry Styles Seen Singing with Mystery Girl in Secluded Celebrity Spot – New Romance or Superfan?”

Late last night, Harry was spotted in a quiet, secluded area frequented by stars, outside a music studio. In a candid moment, he was seen serenading a mystery girl, with one photo capturing him wrapping his arm around her. Sources suggest she might be a devoted fan, but the cozy vibe between them is raising eyebrows. Is it just a fan encounter, or is there more behind this late-night rendezvous?

Ashley’s phone continued buzzing relentlessly, the screen lighting up with every notification, pulling her further into a waking state. She could barely keep up with the flood of messages and mentions. Her feed was full of posts from Harry’s fan accounts, their reactions an emotional whirlwind that mirrored her own confusion. The more she scrolled, the more her heart raced.

Some comments were filled with curiosity:

“Wait, who’s the girl? Is she in the industry?”

“Does anyone know her? Have we seen her before?!”

“She looks cute… maybe she’s just a friend?

“Who is she?? Why is she with Harry?!”

“Wait… was she wearing his jacket?!?!”

“Are we shipping them or nah?”

“I’ve never seen her before, maybe she’s just a fan?”

Others were filled with excitement and warmth:

“They look so cozy together! Is this a new couple alert?”

“Harry deserves someone nice. Hope she’s good to him.”

“I’m shipping them already! They’re adorable.”

“Look at how Harry is with her! He looks happy!”

“I follow her account, she’s a fan-fluencer! She’s really sweet, fr”

“They actually look cute together, don’t hate guys!”

“She’s living the dream we all wanted! Lucky girl.”

“OMG, they look so cute together!”

“I knew Harry was seeing someone! I’m so happy for him.”

“Look at how he’s holding her. If she’s the one, we better treat her right!”

But then there were the harsher, colder remarks that made her stomach churn:

“This better just be a fan. Harry wouldn’t date someone like her, right?”

“She’s not even that pretty. Harry can do better.”

“Why is he always with random girls? Another PR stunt?”

“If this is real, I’m DONE supporting him.”

“No way Harry is dating her. No. Way.”

“Can’t believe Harry’s dating some random girl, she’s probably just a fan.”

“She better treat him right, or we’ll come for her!”

“This better not be serious… Harry belongs to us!”

“Harry doesn’t usually get cozy with fans though… this could be something more!”

“This girl looks like just another clout-chaser, watch her use him for fame.”

“I’m sorry, but she doesn’t seem like Harry’s type at all. Can’t believe this is real.”

“There’s no way Harry’s into her, she’s probably just trying to get his attention.”

Ashley’s heart sank further with every swipe. It was all too much. How did it come to this? How did a simple night out with Harry, something that was meant to be private and comforting, become public fodder?

Just then, her phone pinged again, this time a direct message from Rave, brimming with excitement:

Rave:

ASHLEY!!! Are you seeing this?! You and HARRY?! Are you kidding me right now?? How did you NOT tell me?? Call me, call me, CALL ME!!

Before Ashley could even process a response, more messages flooded in:

Lila:

Babe, what is happening? Is that you with HARRY?! Are you guys together?? I’m dying right now!

Sasha:

Holy crap, I KNEW it. I knew there was something going on between you two! Spill the details!

It felt like everyone around her was spinning the narrative faster than she could catch her breath. Friends? Dating? Just a fan? Her head buzzed with the mounting pressure, her anxiety rising with each new comment.

And then, her heart skipped as she saw a text from Harry. She stared at his name on the screen for a long moment before opening the message:

Harry:

Hey, I’m guessing you’re still asleep but… call me when you wake up, okay? Don’t panic. I know things are blowing up online. I’m really sorry this is happening. I’ll try to handle it, but I want to talk to you first. It’s going to be fine, just breathe. Call me.

Her chest tightened, guilt creeping in. He’s apologizing to me? she thought, her mind swirling. She felt as though all of this was somehow her fault—that Harry, who had worked so hard to maintain some semblance of privacy in his life, was now being dragged into chaos because of her. She sighed, her fingers trembling as she re-read his message. She didn’t even know what to say to him.

Before she could respond, her phone buzzed again—her mother’s name flashing on the screen. Ashley froze. She knew this was coming; she knew her mother would have seen the headlines, the speculation. She couldn’t avoid the conversation any longer.

Taking a deep breath, she swiped to answer. “Hey, Mom…” she said, her voice soft, uncertain.

“Ashley,” her mother’s tone was careful, but it was clear she was trying to suppress disbelief. “I just saw something online. That picture of you and Harry… is it true? What’s going on? Are you two… involved?”

Ashley felt her pulse quicken. She wasn’t sure how to explain any of this, not when she was still trying to process it herself. “Mom, it’s… it’s not what it looks like,” she began, struggling to keep her voice steady. “I mean, I was going to tell you eventually, but nothing’s serious between me and Harry. We’re just friends.”

“Just friends?” her mother’s voice was skeptical now. “Ashley, I’m not one to believe everything I read online, but that picture… the way he was holding you… it doesn’t look like just friends.”

Ashley bit her lip, the weight of her mother’s words sinking in. She hadn’t exactly been honest with her mother about the closeness she’d developed with Harry. “It’s complicated, Mom. I didn’t want to bother you with it, and I… I don’t even know how to explain everything myself.”

Her mother sighed on the other end, the frustration palpable. “Ashley, you know I’m not here to judge you. But I can tell you’ve been hiding something. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because…” Ashley’s voice faltered as she searched for the right words. “Because it’s not serious. I didn’t think it was worth mentioning. Harry’s been helping me out, giving me the opportunity to work with him on music. He’s been nothing but kind. And last morning… after the news you told me about Dad and everything going on with the family… I was feeling awful.”

Her mother’s voice softened, a trace of empathy slipping in. “I know, sweetheart. I can’t imagine how hard that must have been for you.”

“Harry was just trying to cheer me up,” Ashley continued, her voice quiet, tinged with nostalgia as memories of the night came flooding back. “He left his work in the middle even when I told him not to, but he wouldn’t listen. He made me laugh, danced around like an idiot, sang with me on the street, spinning me around in circles… It wasn’t some grand romantic gesture. He just wanted to make me feel better.”

Her mother paused on the other end, considering Ashley’s words. “So he left his work, in the middle of everything, just to make sure you were okay?” she asked, her voice steady. “Don’t you think that means something, Ashley? Do you really think he’s doing all that because you’re just friends?”

Ashley’s heart skipped at the question, her mind flashing back to the way Harry had looked at her last night, the tenderness in his eyes, the way he had been so protective. Her mother’s question hung in the air, lingering longer than she expected.

“Ashley,” her mother’s voice softened, “isn’t he the boy you used to listen to all the time? You had his posters all over your room, his merch… You practically grew up listening to him. You love him, don’t you?”

Ashley froze, her eyes widening in shock. How could her mother know? She had never told anyone about the feelings she’d harbored for Harry for so long, the quiet, private dreams she’d held onto. “Mom, I—what are you talking about?”

Her mother let out a small chuckle, though it was warm, not mocking. “I’m your mother, sweetheart. I know you better than you think. When you moved to London, you left some things behind. I found a letter you had written, one you never sent. It was about Harry. You’ve felt this way for a long time, haven’t you?”

Ashley felt a lump form in her throat. “You found that?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She hadn’t realized she’d left it behind. That letter had been something she wrote during one of her weakest moments, years ago, when she thought her feelings for Harry would never be anything more than a silly crush.

“I did,” her mother said gently. “And I kept it because I knew, one day, we’d have this conversation. I know Harry’s older than you, and maybe you’re unsure of where this is all heading, but I want you to know that if he makes you happy, then I’m happy for you. You deserve to be with someone who cares about you the way he does. If he’s willing to do all of this for you, to be there for you, don’t you think there’s a chance he feels the same way you do?”

Ashley’s mind was spinning. The thought of Harry feeling something more for her had crossed her mind a hundred times, but she had always pushed it aside, convincing herself that someone like him could never see her that way. “I don’t know, Mom… I’m not sure if he could ever feel the way I feel about him. What if it’s all in my head?”

Her mother’s voice was soft, reassuring. “Ashley, if it’s meant to happen, it will. You don’t have to force it, and you don’t have to figure it all out right now. But don’t be afraid to see where this goes. If he’s willing to go through all of this for you, then that says something, doesn’t it?”

Ashley nodded to herself, even though her mother couldn’t see it. “Maybe… but what if I’m wrong? What if I’m just reading into things?”

“You’re not wrong,” her mother said firmly. “I can see how much he cares for you. And if you’re unsure, talk to him. Be honest about how you feel. Don’t let fear keep you from something that could make you happy. I know it’s scary, but sometimes, the best things come from taking risks.”

Ashley closed her eyes, letting her mother’s words sink in. She hadn’t expected this conversation to take such an emotional turn, but it was exactly what she needed to hear.

“Thanks, Mom,” Ashley said softly. “I’ll think about it. I just… I don’t want to mess things up.”

“You won’t,” her mother replied. “Just be yourself. If he feels the same way, he’ll fight for you, Ashley. And you deserve someone who will go through everything for you, just like you’ve always deserved more than what your father and I could give each other.”

Ashley closed her eyes, letting her mother’s words sink in. The idea that Harry could possibly feel the same way… it both terrified and thrilled her. “I don’t know if he feels the same way,” she admitted softly. “I’ve never said anything… I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

Her mother’s voice was gentle, understanding. “Sweetheart, if it’s meant to happen, it will. You don’t have to force anything. But if he’s willing to be there for you in the ways he already has, then maybe… just maybe, he feels more than you realize.”

Ashley sat in silence for a moment, her mind swirling with everything her mother had said. She knew she couldn’t avoid her feelings any longer. It was time to be honest—with herself, and with Harry.

“I’ll talk to him,” she said finally, her voice steady. “I don’t know what will happen, but I’ll talk to him.”

“That’s all you need to do,” her mother replied gently. “And whatever happens, remember I’m here for you. I just want to see you happy, Ashley.”

“I love you, Mom,” Ashley whispered, feeling a sense of calm wash over her.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” her mother said softly before the call ended.

“Soon”

After hanging up, Ashley stared at her phone, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath and forced herself to look at the messages again, this time with a new perspective. Maybe it was time to lean into what was happening instead of running from it. She decided to message Harry back:

Ashley:

Hey, I just saw your message. I’ll call you soon. Sorry for all of this. I’m still processing everything. Talk to you shortly!

Ashley tossed her phone onto the bed and swung her legs over the side, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. The chaos of the night before still hung in the air, but a flicker of determination began to spark within her. She realized that she couldn’t keep avoiding the reality of her feelings for Harry, especially now that they were under such public scrutiny.

She stood up and moved to the mirror, taking a moment to study her reflection. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her eyes had that familiar mix of uncertainty and hope. With a soft sigh, she brushed her hair back and splashed some cold water on her face to clear her mind. You can do this, she thought, trying to boost her confidence.

After a few moments of self-encouragement, she paced the room, her mind racing. She needed to figure out how to approach the conversation with Harry. What would she even say? Should I confess my feelings? Or should I just focus on what’s happening in the moment?

As she continued to pace, her phone buzzed again. It was a message from Harry.

Harry:

Hey! I’m in the studio right now, but I can step out for a bit. Do you want to meet up? Just you and me?

Her heart raced at the thought of seeing him again, especially after the whirlwind of emotions she had just experienced. She took a moment to consider, knowing this could be the turning point they both needed.

Ashley:

Yes, I’d love to. Where?

Harry:

How about that little restaurant down the street? I’ll be there in 30 minutes.

Ashley quickly changed out of her pajamas into a casual yet cute outfit, settling on a soft sweater and her favorite jeans. As she looked in the mirror one last time, she felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. This is it, she thought, feeling the weight of the moment settle on her shoulders.

She made her way out of her apartment, the brisk air hitting her face as she stepped onto the street. The walk to the restaurant was filled with a jumble of thoughts. She replayed their past moments together in her mind—their laughter, the shared music, the way he always seemed to know how to cheer her up when she was feeling low. She couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same depth of emotion she had for him.

Later, Harry waited just outside the small, tucked-away restaurant. The autumn sun hung low in the sky, casting the last of its golden light across the street as Ashley arrived. She looked stunning, her hair tousled slightly by the breeze, her eyes bright, though there was a hint of tiredness behind them. Harry’s heart skipped a beat, and he felt the familiar flutter in his chest he always got when he saw her.

“Hey,” she greeted with a soft smile as she approached.

“Hey,” he replied, trying to sound casual despite the way his pulse quickened just being near her.

“I’m glad you came.”

“Me too,” she replied, taking a seat across from him. “I saw the news… and I wanted to talk.”

Harry ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that was becoming all too familiar. “Yeah, it’s been a bit overwhelming, hasn’t it?” He looked genuinely concerned, his eyes searching hers for any hint of distress.

“I didn’t expect everything to blow up like this,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, I thought we were just having a fun night together. I didn’t think it would become public so quickly.”

Harry nodded, his expression softening. “I know. I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t mean for you to get dragged into this. It’s just… it’s hard to keep things private when there’s so much interest in my life.”

Ashley took a deep breath, feeling a mix of empathy and frustration. “I understand. I just… I don’t want this to ruin what we have. I don’t want you to feel like you need to protect me from all of this. It’s just… I’ve never had to deal with something like this before.”

He reached across the table, his fingers brushing against hers. “I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed. I want you to be comfortable with whatever is happening between us. If you need space, I’ll give it to you. But I also don’t want to pretend like nothing is happening.”

They stepped inside, the dim lighting immediately wrapping them in a cocoon of warmth. The restaurant had a quiet elegance about it, with dark wooden tables and soft music playing in the background. It felt intimate, almost too perfect for whatever was about to unfold between them. The kind of place where emotions couldn’t be hidden in the shadows.

They found a small table by the window, the sunlight fading as the evening set in. Harry could sense the shift in the air—the same energy that had been building between them for months now hung even heavier.

Ashley took a sip of her wine, her gaze resting on the glass for a moment before she looked up at him. “This place is really nice. How did you find it?”

Harry shrugged, trying to downplay the butterflies in his stomach. “Just one of those places you stumble across. Thought you’d like it.”

“I do.” She smiled again, but there was something more in her expression tonight. A quiet curiosity, maybe, or perhaps she was waiting for him to say something. To finally address the elephant that had been in the room between them for so long.

They talked easily for a while—about nothing in particular, work, music, life. But underneath it all, there was something pressing between them, growing with each passing moment.

At one point, Harry caught himself staring at her a little too long, his eyes tracing the lines of her face, the way her lips curved when she spoke. He quickly looked away, taking a long sip of wine to distract himself from the growing tension inside him. But it was no use. His feelings for her were too strong, too overwhelming.

Ashley must have noticed the shift in his demeanor, because she placed her glass down and leaned in slightly. “You okay? You’ve been quiet. Is something on your mind?” Her voice was soft, but there was something in her tone that made Harry’s pulse quicken.

He didn’t know how to answer her. Everything he wanted to say felt too heavy, too dangerous to voice. He was caught between the ease of their friendship and the growing intensity of his feelings for her, feelings he had tried to push down for so long.

“I’m just… thinking,” he said, his voice rougher than he intended. He took another sip of wine, hoping it would steady him.

Ashley smiled, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, something that tugged at Harry’s heart. “About what?”

For a moment, Harry couldn’t breathe. He looked at her—really looked at her. The soft curve of her lips, the way her dark hair framed her face, the light in her eyes. Everything about her drew him in, made it harder to keep pretending that his feelings weren’t there, that they hadn’t been there for a long time.

And then, something inside him snapped.

Before he could think it through, before he could stop himself, Harry leaned across the table and kissed her.

It wasn’t a tentative kiss, not like before. It was passionate, fueled by the months—of unspoken feelings, the weight of everything they hadn’t said. His hand cupped her face, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer. Her lips were soft, warm, and for a moment, the entire world seemed to fall away. The taste of wine lingered between them, but it was the taste of her that consumed him.

He kissed her with everything he had—every ounce of feeling he’d buried, every moment he’d hesitated, every stolen glance, every heartbeat he’d ignored. His body pressed closer to hers, their lips moving in sync, the heat between them growing with every second.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, Harry pulled away.

Breathless, he stared at her, his heart pounding in his chest. Ashley’s eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

But then Harry saw it—a look on Ashley’s face that made his heart stop. It wasn’t shock or confusion. It wasn’t hesitation or doubt. It was something else, something deeper—an expression he couldn’t fully explain, but it was there, clear as day. She was happy. Not just happy—she was overwhelmed, like something inside her had been unlocked, something she hadn’t expected but had wanted for so long. Her eyes sparkled with joy, her lips still slightly parted from the kiss. And it was beautiful, unbelievably beautiful.

Seeing her like that, seeing her happiness so raw and unfiltered, made Harry’s chest tighten. He’d never seen her like this before. She looked as though the weight of every doubt, every insecurity, had been lifted from her shoulders in that one kiss.

But then, just as quickly, his own mind caught up to him.

What had he done? He loved kissing her. He liked her more than he could ever express. But now, the doubts flooded in like a tidal wave. What did this mean for them? Could they ever go back to what they were? And what if he wasn’t enough for her? What if being with him ruined everything for her? What if this one kiss set off a chain reaction that he couldn’t control?

His mind spiraled, the questions hitting him all at once. He had acted on impulse, and now he didn’t know where it would lead. He was terrified. What if he had just ruined everything?

Ashley was still looking at him, her eyes soft, her expression still full of the beauty of the moment, but Harry couldn’t meet her gaze for long. The turmoil inside him was too much. He had wanted this, so badly, but now that it had happened, the fear of what came next clawed at him, louder than ever.

He dropped his hand from her face, his fingers trembling slightly. His breath was shaky, his heart pounding in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Ashley didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. Her expression said everything—she was happy. But Harry… Harry couldn’t shake the feeling that he had crossed a line, a line he wasn’t sure he was ready for.

The silence between them was deafening, filled with everything that had just happened, with everything they weren’t saying. And as Harry sat there, staring at her, he realized that nothing between them could ever be the same again.

This version heightens the emotional intensity of the kiss while focusing on the overwhelming beauty of Ashley’s reaction and the turmoil brewing inside Harry. It ends with Harry’s internal conflict, leaving the emotional aftermath hanging between them, unresolved.

A/N: here is the beginning of all the drama🤭 see you guys tomorrow. Special thx to @daisyblog for always helping me! 🫶🏻

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ouaw-facts-i-just-made-up · 4 months ago

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I like to think it's only just a matter of time and favourable circonstances before the Krew teams up to get Torbek to be Healthy™.

Kremy would task Frost with making Torbek take a bath while he prepares dinner, Gricko and Twig (and Hootsie as the emotional support owlbear) would be in charge of brushing his fur and hair and finding him clothes that fit better, and Gideon would make sure things are running smoothly, while also perhaps getting Torbek rid of all the Bad Stuff (like the "licorice") in his body

After some time, Torbek would start looking a bit more like a living being, and slowly "fatten up" on Kremy's cooking ; all while the rest of the Krew try to help him work through his Biggest Issues

I just need this bugbear to Get Better

This is a True Fact, and also me as well someone get this guy some help.

Like okay at the VERY least get him new clothes he does NOT need to be wearing a straight jacket. Someone get him a funny t-shirt or something. New shoes too. Frost you know how much you like your shoes well get Torbek some good ones too.

And yes I need everyone in the Krew to be given full meals thrice a day, but especially Torbek. Of the people in the Krew who run through calories the most Torbek and Gideon are probably the ones at the top. Gideon is huge and also made of fire, fire needs fuel, self explanatory. Torbek is *also* a big guy, and I assume the witchlight being made from his blood (? I think) is probably burning a lot more.

Kremy isn't the most empathetic guy (I have a separate post in the drafts that he actually has low empathy hashtag just like me fr) but I think he'd definitely make sure everyone is eating more than they are burning. Get fat and happy or ill fucking kill you.

#characters gaining weight as a sign of healing my BELOVEDDDDDD #YESSSS.... THEY FINALLY GET TO EAT CONSISTENT MEALS AND HAVE HEALTHIER LIVES SO THEY GET FAT YESSSS!!!#torbek the natural blonde must come out #once upon a witchlight #ouaw #legends of avantris #text #this is a true fact #kremy lecroux #gideon coal #ask box hc #morning frost #gricko grimgrin #torbek #hootsie grimgrin #twig toadspring

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cupcakesmoothie · 3 months ago

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I don't know why and where it says I'm tagged in this, but I'll take it I LOVE THIS SO MUCH???? HELLO????

This so speaks to me for some reason. God. It's the softness, the eerie softness that feels like it shouldn't be there that feels like something is off, but is still comforting despite it all and I??? AUGH.

I actually LOVEEE the segment explorations because it's like the ultimate every version of me cares about you in some way for whatever reason. You mean something to me. I'm not even a Dottore girlie but GOD insane people when they're in love and that makes them less and somehow more insane at the same time

Like yeah maybe I like being someone's special girl but UGH when. When being around them makes him just a little bit more calm. More careful. Perhaps, a bit more human too. MC is SOOOOO emotional support animal coded here it's so crazy. The way this is a continuation of one of my favourite Dottore one-shots? This is a sequel I didn't know I NEEDED

BUT! BUT ALSO!! I love the mystery in this. The ominous vibes. Don't even get me STARTED on that symbolism segment, this thing has reread value and I need to come back and go even more insane about this when it isn't 5:30 am

So little is answered, but it feels very much like being in the perspective of one of the workers (Actually I love the formatting of this but give me a second), it's like, the receptionist is always there, we don't know why, we don't know how, we just know that they mean something for whatever reason. It's like every time we don't know something it's because we're in an outsider's perspective, and every time we're in Dottore's shoes it's just an unbelievable amount of tenderness that doesn't need to be explained. (That's what I got from it, at least)

This fic feels very spacy(?). Like floating about at no particular point in time, where nothing is in chronological order. Maybe it's because I feel like I can relate to MC (They just like me fr)(This is probably not a good thing) because of my downright concerning sleeping habits, but I feel like the way this is written adds a lot to vibe(?). I'm trying to explain it but it's like? Being asleep that much and having those moments of lucidity. I don't know if this is intentional (<Has a tendency to reach very far) but the way this is written feels like that, just moments of clarity while everything feels so hazy (Big big compliment).

But obviously, I have to mention the actually soft moments. We immediately start off with MC always being covered in Dottore's Fatui coat, which does look like the best blanket ever tbf, and that's already such a cute thing to do, not least because it serves the purpose of letting everyone know the importance of the one under it, specifically as kinda a way to stake claim, but also a gesture of care. That's a very long-winded way of saying I like that it shows that Dottore cares about them enough to give up a very important jacket, and why it should matter that you don't mess with them.

And the fact that they reach out to anything blue the moment they wake up? And they were moved out of the lab (further away) for their safety?? The way Dottore stops to count their breaths, wastes time to watch them sleep, the way they Zandik doesn't try to manhandle them, and the way he doesn't need to???

I was LOCKED IN the entire fic but Dottore putting his chin on their head got me, okay? I squealed. And him not moving cause he didn't want to wake them?

It's just such an AMAZING trope when a no-nonsense, downright asshole has just this ONE person he doesn't get mad at. This ONE person he will waste precious time for. This ONE person who just. Matters.

And maybe they're the only one who cares. The only one who will put up with him.

And maybe they're what it's all for. This one person is just the point of all this. And judging by the vibes of this fic and the less than comforting symbolism, it sounds like he's starting to lose the one thing that's keeping him together.

Fluff (debatable) disguised as angst guys, you love to see it.

So yeah. I don't know why I was tagged in this, but maybe this is why. I fully enjoyed this

I hope that fanfic writers forever understand that I love them with every word I type. I love you

Ttorschlusspanik [ Commissioned ]

[ Hcs for Dottore where the reader is very sleepy/sleep-deprived and is constantly falling asleep in battle, on dates, or maybe during research and experiments! ]

Word Count: 4k

Ayato Ver: Pale Blue Slumber [Masterlist]

Thank you so much for commissioning me! You’re so sweet, and I truly appreciate the tip, but I can’t accept this level of generosity. Please let me know if I went under the word count. Also, thank you for your patience—I got really sick this week and am still recovering.

Torshlosspanik. noun. 1. A desperate feeling that something desired is fading, missing, or being taken away. 2. A feeling of frustration when something one has is departing.

A slumbering figure, a nearly empty desk, and foreboding fabric are the greeting signs to the infamous lab. It’s ironic, really. The concept that the Doctor’s domain comes with a “receptionist” setup stationed in front of imposing steel doors, giving the illusion that this place is as normal—and as morally sound—as any other doctor’s office. At best, it’s laughable to think anyone would believe this place accepts patients willingly, let alone frequently enough to require check-ins. Yet, a shabby but sturdy wooden desk stands innocently in the corner of the entrance, its chipping edges lined with plastic chrysanthemums and white lilies. The artificial flowers are faded, their colors dull from years of neglect, as if mocking the very notion of hospitality. Behind the desk sits an equally worn-down office chair, large enough for someone to curl up in. Its fabric is stained and frayed from years of misuse, the cushion lumpy and barely holding its shape but still useable. All for a receptionist, if you can call them that, who spends more time asleep than actually working as an employee in this most unlikely place. Legs curled up on the seat, arms crisscrossed over the knees in a fetal position. A chin tucked towards the chest, hidden from the view of passersby. Back facing toward prying eyes, leaving only the pronounced slouch of their spine visible, an angle practically begging to develop scoliosis. But the most harrowing detail isn’t the position. It’s the unmistakable black-and-white fur coat draped over them like a blanket, the fabric’s presence carrying an air of authority and fear. A coat only gifted to the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. The desk itself is of no help either. There’s no clipboard, no pens, no paper-nothing that could even remotely resemble the tools of an actual receptionist. It’s an empty stage prop, barely held together by the weight of its own absurdity. And yet, for all its flaws, it stands as the gateway to a place no one in their right mind would willingly step into.

No one dares attempt to wake you. Successfully doing so is practically a death sentence, especially if you go whining to Dottore about the unprompted “alarm clock.” He has a reputation for ensuring the offender never makes a sound again. The only ones bold enough to try and emerge unscathed are his fellow Harbingers, though even they tread lightly when it comes to disturbing your slumber. It’s both impressive and deeply concerning how much of a deep sleeper you are. The bustling footsteps of agents pacing outside the lab, their sharp voices discussing assignments, don’t stir you. The deafening clangs of machinery, coupled with the revolting squelches of severed monster parts being dissected, fail to trigger even a flicker of awareness. Not even Tartaglia’s incessant yammering, loud enough to make glass shudder, elicits so much as an irritated swat from you. Instead, you remain in a state of unyielding sleep, utterly detached from the chaos around you. Your peculiar habit has become such a fixture in the lab that the staff barely remember you exist. You sit perched at their entrance and exit, as still and silent as a gargoyle guarding a forgotten ruin. To them, you are little more than part of the backdrop. A slumbering figure whose presence is a curious mix of ominous and benign.

While it's obvious that the answer to rousing you is to find Dottore himself, or one of his segments if he isn’t around, the interesting part is how you wake up. You're not immune to the initial dizziness that comes with awakening. When you finally open your eyes, blinking the sleep away from your eyelashes, you’re always disoriented. Your eyes feel glazed over, as though you’ve gone blind from keeping them closed too long. Yet, there’s always a common theme: you always reach out toward the nearest blue object. Whether it's an odd trinket or a test tube of acidic liquid, your hand automatically tries to grab it and pull it close to you. It’s part of the reason your desk is stationed outside the lab, away from anything potentially dangerous hidden behind heavy steel doors. Artificial blue has been on the rise lately. Luckily, in nature, blue is very rare. Less than one in ten plants has blue flowers, and even fewer animals are blue. Unfortunately, the biggest nuisance has blue eyes—dead as they are. Tartaglia may not like the doctor, but he does like you. Maybe it’s because your sleep demeanor can be categorized as cute, or maybe you remind him of the simple life in an organization that’s so uptight. Regardless, that little fox has been clawing at the wooden legs yapping for attention. It's only made worse you don't bother to dissuade him, only indulging in his playful antics. It's led to many, many, lectures from one particular segment.

It's fascinating watching how each segment interacts with your sleepy demeanor. While each segment has varying features and appearances, under the same clothes and mask, they would be indistinguishable if they stood still and never spoke. The only true way to discern them is through their actions and mental processes. Hence, it's easy to tell who is who by the way they go about holding you.

Omega is by far the least attentive or affectionate toward you. Perhaps it’s because he’s the most selfish of them all. There’s still an ongoing debate over whether his dislike for you stems from the fact that you stand in the way of fulfilling his desires or if his ambitions extend beyond simply overtaking the divine gaze. Or perhaps the divine gaze isn't actually his goal in the first place. Either way, it’s two sides of the same coin. When it’s Omega’s turn to fetch you, he does so as if you were any other patient. Completely beneath him. One arm rests behind his back, while the other holds a piece of paper clenched tightly in his hand. His mouth is set in a firm line as he gazes down at your slumped form. Although the air around him is calm and silent, it doesn’t take a genius to know that if he could get away with it, he’d drag you through the halls by your hair. Alas, that kind of act would get him permanently disassembled, so he settles for unceremoniously flipping you upright. The arm resting on the small of his back is removed and curls under your stomach. With one swift motion, you’re treated like one of Signora’s shopping bags. The sight of a limp body folded in half under an arm that surely digs into the stomach is the best way to know if it’s the Omega segment or not.

Beta, on the other hand. Beta. That maniacal and neurotic freak adores you but couldn’t care less about you. His research typically focuses on fusing humans with machinery to create “better versions” of themselves, and he fully believes in that philosophy. You would look so much better if he were allowed to be your sole care provider. If your drowsiness were caused by a medical condition like heart disease, asthma, pain, or a nerve condition, he could simply replace them, and you’d be perfect. If it were a mental issue, well, he’d love you no matter how unresponsive you might be. It wouldn’t be much different from you being asleep anyway. When it’s Beta’s turn to fetch you, he does so with a waltz. He walks purposefully toward your desk. Loud and firm, his hands fisted at his sides with unrestrained glee, swinging in time with each step. Even with a mask that obscures most of his face, it’s clear to see the overexcited grin stretching across his lips. It’s almost like there’s static buzzing in time with his artificial heart, fuzzy yet electrically sharp. There’s no fanfare, as soon as he’s within arm’s reach, he grabs the nearest piece of skin and hauls you out of the chair. By some miracle, you’re always still asleep from the rough handling, which is more than enough for Beta to wrap his other arm around your waist. Your chests press together, and he swings your body to and fro in his mad dance. The sight of a limp body dragged into a dancing plague that’s surely pulling your stiff joints out of place is the best way to know if it’s Beta or not. Beta has been recently banned from coming within a six-foot radius around you.

The original Dottore, Zandik, is a unique case. All of the segments originated from him but at different points in time. However, they are still parts of his thoughts and mannerisms. There really is no order in which the segments are ranked, as they can’t compete with each other. What’s more pointless than trying to beat yourself? You’ll still lose in the end. Zandik is a strange mix of every segment yet none at all. When he wants to see you, he does so slowly, with all the time in the world. His methodical steps echo lightly on the concrete floors of the lab, his arms still at his sides yet loose enough that the slightest wind could blow them away. It’s as eerie as it is tranquil. Everything about the original whispers of restrained patience—that when he arrives at the front of your desk, he simply waits. Usually, it takes you hours or even days to wake up on your own, but when it’s Zandik standing at the edge of your daydream, your eyes slide open. Small ripples in the pond. You’re still lethargic, blindly feeling your way back into your body as your eyes ricochet off the walls until they land on blue. A weighted hand reaches out to grab that ashy blue, and another hand meets your fingertips.

It would be cute if it were anyone else. The sight of a man with curly light blue hair, carrying a bundled-up figure dressed in a white coat with a fluffy black collar, legs dangling from either side of his waist while his hands rest on the lump’s presumed back and thighs. It would be so cute indeed, if it were anyone else but Zandik. But for him, it only looks lonely, despite the two of you pressed together.

The moments when you're awake only happen on two occasions: either you just happened to wake up at that time, or it’s check-up day. What kind of doctor would Dottore be if he didn’t conduct physicals for his only patient who manages to live long enough each year? The check-ups happen twice a week, always two days apart. Never past two days of separation. Ever. Your exact relationship dynamic with Dottore remains as obscure as ever as to why he cares so much. Whether you’re old friends who knew each other before Dottore set foot in Snezhnaya or even when Dottore was called a different name. Or maybe a dead lover resurrected as a zombie in the pursuit of selfish greed and glorious progress; both are possible options. The zombie theory at least explains why you’re constantly drowsy. The staff have never seen you eat anything before, and with the abundance of... zombie food, it's not outlandish as much as it is disgusting. The old friend theory would explain why you can stomach being around someone who can fly off the handle at any moment. The most willing yet unwilling patient. No matter how often Dottore has to wrestle you upright, only for you to slump back asleep the next second, he never loses his temper. If he has to strap you into a straitjacket and hang you from the goddamn ceiling to keep you sitting with a straight back, he will. But by no means will he get anything more than slightly miffed. If he has to force-feed you your medicine because you’re too loopy to remember how to swallow, he’ll shove his fingers into the back of your throat with nothing but a blank smile. The only good thing about your sleep-deprived state is that you’re probably so out of it that you can’t feel discomfort. It saves on using the limited supply of anesthesia the lab carries.

Dottore, for lack of a better word, is displeased with your constant need for sleep. He is deeply frustrated with each check-in and the stagnation of your results. For him, bad results are no different from good ones—they’re still a means of moving forward. Something that will tell him which direction to take rather than wandering around aimlessly in the dark. But in your case, there are no significant changes, as if everything he’s done has been for nothing. He could have closed his eyes and spun a wheel for the same results. The day before your check-in is always the calm before the storm because the staff knows that when the next day comes, they’d better keep their heads down or risk losing them. No one is quite sure if your sleepiness stems from mutated genetics or if it’s a side effect of being around Dottore for too long. Stir-craziness and breakdowns are common in the lab, whether among "patients" or "employees." Everyone eventually goes mad, cooped up within the same cell-shaded walls and working under possibly the worst boss imaginable. Add to that the fact that the Fatui don’t believe in “mental health” days, and with no coping mechanisms in sight, it’s unfair to expect anyone to function effectively. Most people eventually devolve into screaming or manic episodes. Perhaps your escape is more literal. A peaceful retreat from reality through sleep. You’re not even sure why you’re constantly sleep-deprived, especially when you spend more time slumbering than awake. At first, you thought you might be narcoleptic or taking the wrong pills; a diagnosis from scratch must take a long time, right? That was until Dottore bluntly called you an idiot. He told you it’s a bad habit to self-diagnose every minor inconvenience. You should let him do all the thinking and simply listen to him. And truthfully, with the haze clouding your mind, it’s too difficult to think clearly anyway. So, you nod and do as you’re told. It’s easier that way.

It doesn’t happen often, but it occurs more than it should, considering who Dottore is and the reputation he holds. If you wish to cross him, you’d better make it count—because it’ll be your last. He’s in the middle of a meeting with Pantalone, arguing over the lab’s finances when a frantic knock interrupts. Apparently, there’s been a scuffle at the entrance of the lab. To Pantalone's knowledge, there aren't any guards or any agents stationed at the doors except for that sleepy receptionist. Perhaps the doctor's staff finally had enough and decided to take their anger on someone who couldn't fight back? Pantalone's not a good enough person to not find amusement in the situation, infinitely curious as to what Dottore's reaction will be to all of this. Whatever the banker decided to gamble on, his expression doesn't twitch as he follows behind his fellow Harbinger as they walk leisurely through the halls, as if the world has come to a standstill. It’s almost amusing that when your life is potentially on the line, he suddenly decides to take a midday stroll. The only indication of his amusement is the slight shake in his shoulders, hinting at a silent laugh. Dottore punches in the lock code and throws open the steel doors before the automatic switch can activate, slipping through as soon as the gap is wide enough. He stops at the shabby wooden desk that’s now gained a few new dents.

This time, you’re curled up on top of the table, your office chair thrown across the room. Broken. It’s no matter, he’s been meaning to replace it anyway. The chair is just another expense to add to his name. He collects you into his arms effortlessly, and you instinctively sink into the familiar hold. A quick scan from head to toe confirms that you’re unharmed, save for a few strands of hair out of place. Behind him, Pantalone lets out a noise of approval as he surveys the scene. In the center of the room stands a robot with a striking design. A star-shaped frame with six triangular segments forms a perfect symmetry. Glowing cyan cores illuminate the metallic structure, positioned at its center and edges. The intricate details combine sharp, crystalline elements with mechanical precision, radiating an aura of both elegance and menace. As expected of the Doctor. Pantalone can’t help but wonder where this machine was hiding when Signora ventured to Inazuma. Perhaps if it had been deployed then, she might have returned in one piece.

Although Dottore no longer needs to sleep to survive, there are times when, as he passes by your sleeping form, he’ll pause. He stands still, staring for what feels like an absurd amount of time, meticulously detailing and recording every breath you take within a single minute. It’s always 17. Sleep occupies about one-third of a person’s life, a significant portion of time that, in Dottore's mind, could be devoted to something useful. Something productive, instead of wasting it frolicking in dreams that neither matter nor will change anything. Yet, even he can’t deny that, occasionally, a break from reality can serve as a fragile bandage over a wound that refuses to heal. A fleeting comfort in an otherwise relentless existence.

It’s as awkward as it is unnatural. Despite his title as "The Doctor", his hands weren’t designed for gentle touches of flesh and bone. Yet he tries. His fingers twitch involuntarily as he tilts your body to the side, just enough for him to slide in beside you. Carefully, he rests your body against his shoulder. He expects you to jolt awake, his shoulder is bony and hardly a suitable place to rest your head, even when compared to the flaky cushion of the office chair you’ve somehow grown fond of. But you don’t. Of course, you don’t. You simply lay there, your head nestled against his shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world. No protests, no shifting away, just stillness. The transfer of heat begins, as described by the laws of thermodynamics. Hotter, faster-moving molecules collide with cooler, slower ones, transferring energy in a quiet exchange. No fireworks, no blaring alarms, just the science of touch, as mundane and profound as ever. Zandik dares to lower his chin, letting it rest lightly against your head. His mask doesn’t obscure the quiet moment, though he can feel the unnatural curve of his lips twitching upward ever so slightly. Down here, in the deepest layers of the lab, not even the howling winds of Tsaritsa’s snowstorm can reach. It’s eerily quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of your breathing. For a moment, he wonders what it would be like if you woke up now. If your half-lidded eyes would squint at him in confusion, or if you’d simply close them again, surrendering to the haze of sleep. But you don’t stir. Instead, he lets himself linger, suspended between an unusual warmth and the cold detachment of his own thoughts

"Breaks" are not something you can indulge in down in the labs. The closest the staff ever got was when one of the Harbingers passed away, and even then, it lasted only half a day before they were right back to work. Still, if you ask nicely, Dottore will nod toward an empty seat, silently giving you permission to make yourself comfortable. You take the opportunity to describe the dreams you’ve had while Dottore tinkers away in the background. You talk about a train whose tracks stretch far into the stars, far beyond the snow-obscured sky you glimpse through the scarce, frosted windows scattered about the lab. Sometimes, you dream of a whimsical city filled with cute shops and tiny bunny-like robots waddling through fissures in space. You’re certain he isn’t really paying attention, his hands busy with instruments, and his focus locked on his latest project. Sometimes, you suspect he forgets you’re even in the room despite your rambling. A small part of you wants to stamp your feet and pout like a child. After all, you’re only awake for a few fleeting hours each week, and even then, all he can think about is his experiments. His endless, obsessive tinkering. The man’s only "hobby" is experimentation, and you wonder if he’s even capable of entertaining anything else. At least Omega and Beta would give you some attention. Omega might tell you to be quiet with that dismissive tone of his, while Beta would enthusiastically scribble down every word you say, his excitement unnerving yet oddly gratifying. Still… your gaze drifts toward Zandik’s back as he works, the muscles beneath his coat shifting subtly with each precise movement. You pull your knees up against your chest, wrapping your arms around them as you rest your cheek against your folded arms. For a moment, you simply watch him in silence, the quiet hum of the lab filling the space between you. Eventually, your eyes grow heavy, and you let them slip shut. A faint smile tugs at your lips as you wonder where your dreams will take you this time. You wonder if Zandik would come with you.

On the rare occasion that Dottore chooses to sleep of his own will, most likely due to substances that induce drowsiness and force his body into a state of rest, it’s always a remarkably uneventful night. He doesn’t dream anymore, nor does he wish to. Dreams, like the past, serve no purpose to him now. On certain days, if he concentrates hard enough, he can faintly discern whispers from the other segments he's created. However, they are nothing more than distractions, a cacophony that only aggravates his already meticulous mind. When he wakes, it’s as though he hasn’t truly slept at all. His eyelids parted smoothly, his pupils sharp and alert as if no time had passed. Yet there is an unusual sensation, warmth. Dottore does not run warm, and the lab, built for functionality rather than comfort, certainly doesn’t harbor it either. He turns his head, curiosity fleeting, and finds you huddled against his side. Your arms are wrapped around his waist in a loose embrace, and your face is pressed against his chest, seeking solace in his stillness. The white coat with its black feathered collar, the one you wear more often than he does, is draped across your body, serving as a makeshift blanket. His hands remain clasped on his stomach, and he realizes with mild irritation that he can’t move without risking the possibility of waking you. For a moment, he lingers. The seconds on, and his mind races ahead to the tasks awaiting him. The pursuit of progress waits for no one, not even himself. Every moment spent lying in this bed feels like a year’s worth of lost discovery.

With calculated precision, he shifts. His movements are methodical, almost robotic, as he carefully bundles you in the coat, ensuring the hood doesn’t cover your face and obstruct your breathing. In a single fluid motion, he lifts you into his arms as he rises from the bed. He spares a brief glance at your sleeping form, red eyes devoid of emotion. Your breathing is steady at 17 breaths per minute—a rhythm he has memorized and measured countless times before. Still as serene as ever. But then, for just the faintest of moments, his gaze softens, almost imperceptibly, before he turns his attention back to the work that never ceases to call for him. What a peaceful way to escape the world, the thought as cold and clinical as his expression.

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Hi, thank you for reading! I'll reblog this with further writer notes but I wanted to include the research bits in order of appearance. I can't guarantee the full accuracy but I hope I didn't get anything wrong.

Chrysanthemum & Lily

In many Asian cultures, especially in China and Japan, chrysanthemums are symbolic of death and mourning. In China, the flower is closely linked to the Day of the Dead, and in Japan, it is used in funeral rites. While in some contexts chrysanthemums can symbolize longevity or fidelity, their association with death makes them unlucky in certain circumstances, especially when given as gifts or during celebrations.

Lilies, especially white lilies, are often associated with death and mourning, particularly in Christian symbolism, where they are linked to funerals and burials. While lilies also symbolize purity and rebirth in other contexts, their frequent appearance in funeral arrangements.

Head-Down Position

The sleep position reader takes is a parody of the Head-Down position of babies in their third trimester. The head-down position (cephalic presentation) is the most common and ideal position for birth, where the baby’s head is facing downward, towards the birth canal. This allows the baby to navigate the birth process more easily.

Dancing Plague

Also called the Dancing Mania, this refers to a series of events in the 16th century where groups of people, primarily in Europe, suddenly and uncontrollably began dancing for extended periods, sometimes for days or weeks, often to the point of exhaustion, injury, or even death. The most infamous and well-documented outbreak of the Dancing Plague occurred in 1518 in Strasbourg, then part of the Holy Roman Empire (modern-day France).

Algorithm of Semi-Intransient Matrix of Overseer Network

The robot Pantalone sees is the early concept art for ^ but also known as the "Tomb Guard of the Desert King.".

The number 17 is considered unlucky in Italy because of its association with the Latin word for 17, which is "XVII". Rearranging these Roman numerals gives the word "VIXI", which means "I have lived" or "I am dead" in Latin. This gives the number an ominous connotation, as it can be seen as a symbol of death or misfortune.

Honkai Star Rail & Zenless Zone Zero

Yes, reader was describing these two games as their dreams lol.

#Yeah this isn't a tagging post I need to go as insane about this as possible #Long post #Whoopsies #Dottore x reader #Love this #I'm not checking for spelling bro maybe I'll come back when it's not closer to wake up time than sleep time (and I haven't slept)

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hello my lovely rinnn 💗

honestly hyunjin rly does pull off every hairstyle like we could talk about it all day AND YES the clips were a power move. it’s too much to handle 😩. YESSSS WE NEED MORE FITTED SHIRTS !!!!! the jimmy kimmel maniac performance outfits were so good and we were given SOME tight shirts 🙏🏼 DUDE chans back makes me actually insane and THE DIMPLES GAHHHHH. i want to climb him 😇 his whole everything is just so attractive </3

yep that’s what made me get them all LOL i just love every concept sm. i love every concept they’ve done it’s just so hard to find their albums where i live bc there’s so many ppl 😔 U HAVE SO MANYYYY IM JELLY !!!! i brought all my kpop stuff too hehe. it’s my emotional support stuff i need it to survive

albums go before anything else to me so I UNDERSTAND 🙏🏼

hru doing this weekkk ?

- 🐈‍⬛ hugs

hi my lovely grace ^__^

see idk if i wanna be hyune or wanna be with him. maybe both? tbh if i was a guy i'd wanna look like hyune or felix... 🙏they're just so femininely masculine, and i adore that. i think it's the reason why i have gender envy for them LOL. NO BCS THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD FOR JIMMY KIMMEL IT'S SO UNFAIR. have u seen the things locals have been saying?? they be calling hyune aphrodite's son GAHHHH SO DESERVED!! and jeongin's been dubbed as the guy in green jacket sobs they're so big now i'm ill

understandable!!! for me, there's loads of shoppers who sort of helps with ordering the albums from south korea. it's complicated?? idk how it works i just click order LOL. ig it's because malaysia is in asia so it's much easier to get kpop albums here. also cheaper!! HEHE don't be jelly tbh u shud see the state of my bank account 😵‍💫 it's worrying!!

my week has been okay tbh! classes were cancelled for two whole days 😋 living la vida loca fr!! hbu, my love? anything interesting that happened this week?

hugshugs and kissies!!

#rin's lovemail!#🐈‍⬛ anon 💌

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Mystery Solved

Al Rothstein (DCEU) x Reader

A/N: Not me churning this out almost after Black Adam because I think his character is so endearing? Feedback greatly appreciated for my first character fic!

Genre: PG-13, one curse word.

Notes: You finally meet your new mystery friend with a few hiccups along the way.

So. When can I get to see you?

You fingers hover inches above your phone, unsure of what to type to IamAS - aka your online friend that you made at the start of your final year in college.

Hm… I don’t know… I would really like to meet you too but school and work is messing me up real good. Sorry :(

You hit the send button, hoping that whoever was behind the username wouldn’t get too offended. At least you were being completely truthful.

Ah… that’s ok. I have commitments too. Totally understand. How about mid term break? Doesn’t have to be for long. We could go grab a bite or something.

Biting the edge of your lip, you gave it deep thought. Not that they gave you any trouble. In fact, they were absolutely respectful of your boundaries and didn’t rush you in revealing things about yourself.

All that you knew about them was that they were attending the same school as you were. And, they were a huge emotional support whether was it school or work troubles. Whoever it was, they seemed genuinely sweet.

It wouldn’t hurt to try right?

You fire a message off to your mystery friend before heading to class.

Sure. Four fingers - the one beside Connaught Drive. 5pm. >< wear your collegiate jacket!

***

You slip into the booth, tapping your fingers rhythmically. It wasn’t a lie to say that you were downright nervous.

What if they turned out differently from your expectations? Maybe it would be one of the annoying Chads in your tutorials who never paid attention in class. Or the annoyingly popular girl who seemed to have it all?

It sounded cliche, but you were entitled to let your mind run wild.

As your mind wandered to what kind of sauce you wanted to get on your chicken wings, a loud commotion was going on outside the shop. Curious like other patrons, you decided to crane your neck for a better look.

“Help!!!” A young girl no more than the age of 10 was screaming as a man attempts to drag her away. “Someone please help me! He’s not my father!”

You couldn’t believe that no one was helping even after that revelation. Everyone thought it was simply just a belligerent child. Seeing her tear stricken face, you simply couldn’t just ignore it. Bolting out of the shop, you ran towards the duo, ready to give a piece of your mind.

“Hey buddy! Why not you lay your hands of her?” A voice pipes from behind you.

“None of your fucking business asshole.” The man in a dodgy getup sneered at the newcomer… in the same college jacket. Could it be?

“Been called worse.” He shrugs. “We can always talk things out.”

The potential kidnapper raised a flick knife, raising it towards him. “You want to act tough? Fine. I’ll give it to you then!”

“Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.”

Before you know it, the kidnapper was slammed to the ground by same college guy, writhing in pain. He turns to you, giving a boyish grin.

“I’m Albert Rothstein but you can call me Al. We’re supposed to have chicken together later. Hey, do you think you could wait for a few moments while I call the police to take this creep away?”

You nod dumbly, still trying to process what you just witness. Once you made sure the girl was ok, you went back to the same booth in the shop, waiting for Al. He arrives shortly after, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Sorry about that. Uh… didn’t expect that to happen.”

“Oh! That’s alright.” You waved his apology away. “That was quite something back there.”

“That? Earlier?” Al laughs nervously. “I guess self-defense training from my uncle really paid off.”

“Ah, I see.” You nodded your head. His explanation made sense, but there was still something unreal about how quickly he took him down. “Um.. haven’t I seen you somewhere before?"

Al sips from the soda cup nonchalantly. "Can't say you have."

The door to the exit slides open, making way for 3 individuals that you would have easily identified from a mile away ever since watching their battles in Khandaq.

"Al!" The middle of the trio marches up to your table with an older man and a girl strolling serenely behind their leader. Al chokes on his soda upon the sight, taking a moment to recover.

"Where have you been? Maxine's been trying to call you. We've got another rogue metahuman on the loose" It seemed like the man hadn't seen you yet.

Feeling a pair of steely eyes on you, you find yourself staring at an elegantly dressed man, holding a golden helmet in one arm.

"Leave them be Carter," he chuckles, a twinkle in his eye. "Al's simply enjoying his youth." The girl beside him smirks. It was only then, the second man turns around to face you. A moment of confusion soon turns into realization.

"Oh, I see. The man was too busy to give us a heads-up about his date!"

"No, it's not a..." By now, Al had gone positively tomato at the ruckus his team was making as well as the attention of every patron in the shop. "Ok! Fine, I'll go! Can you please just wait for me outside?"

With a series of mumblings, the trio heads back out, awkwardly standing in the middle of the street.

"I'm so sorry about that..."

"You're from the Justice Society." You whispered.

"Yeah, um... that's not something I really want to advertise you know." Al stammers. "I mean you're a great person and I have nothing against you, in fact, I really like you, and- oh god what am I saying? What I meant is-"

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." You grabbed his hand in yours. "I can do a rain check on this. Go save the world - Atom Smasher."

Al gives your hand a squeeze, before grabbing his things to meet the rest of them outside.

"I'll see you around!" He yells back, disappearing with a flash of golden light.

***

Epilogue

"So... a date huh?" The leader smacks Al in the back, causing the youngest to groan in pain.

"Would you please!” Al was grateful that his mask was still on.

"I'm just saying!" Hawkman raises both his hands up in defense. "I'm glad you kids are getting to experience the normal life you know?"

“He’s right.” Kent Nelson removes his helmet, placing it aside. “I still remember my days with Inza. It only seemed like it was just yesterday.”

Cruiser parked, the team ambles into the main hall of Hawkman’s Residence. The bell rings.

“Pull out side camera.” Carter commands, showing a screen of you waiting nervously with a bag of chicken and five cups of soda in your hands. Al could feel all eyes staring at him cheekily.

“Uh… hi! I’m here to see Al?”

“He’s right here!” Maxine happily sits beside Carter, waving a friendly hello to the camera. Amused, Carter presses a button to the door.

“Come on in. He’ll take a while to clean up. Meanwhile we can have a little chat.”

Al’s eyes widen, realizing where his team was going with this. “Oh, no you don’t! I know I’m the newbie but don’t screw this up for me!”

Carter nods to his old friend who puts his helmet back on. Moving towards Al, the Doctor teleports him to somewhere else in the giant residence just as you opened the door.

“Hey! Hope you guys are hungry.”

“Always have room for chicken.” Maxine skips over, taking the bags from your hands.

“Um… where’s Al?”

“He’ll be here soon.” Carter replies a little too smoothly. Just at this moment, a loud crash could be heard from the gardens and you see two large blue legs running towards the main building.

“How about we take this inside?” Carter leads you into the dining area with Maxine following behind, attempting to suppress their giggles. You shrug, taking your belongings with you.

Looks like Al would take a while.

#al rothstein #al rothstein x reader #atom smasher #atom smasher x reader #black adam #dceu x reader #dceu #noah centineo #albert rothstein x reader #albert rothstein

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fbfh · 3 years ago

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Eddie Munson x reader dating hcs

wc: 1.5k

genre: fluff, some very minor hurt/comfort (eddie is a little insecure), some making out

warnings: Eddie's a little insecure but so am I, kissing and making out, eddie being eddie, brief implications of eddie having been bullied in the beginning but nothing too bad, he copes through humor and being a manic pixie dream boy, kisses n cuddles

a/n: I......... want to kiss eddie........ so fucking bad......... this got way out of hand but I'm not complaining doom days (this got out of hand edition) starts playing

tags: @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @Sad-brunnettee

This boy

He's weird

He's a weirdo

He doesn't fit in and he doesn't want to fit in

You ever see him without that stupid hellfire club shirt or that stupid vest or that stupid jacket?

That's weird

Fr though

Being an Outcast and a Freak is something he's really embraced

It started as a coping mechanism

Over time it really became a huge part of his personality

But under that weaponized nonconformity

Eddie is the most compassionate, sweet, tender motherfucker you will ever meet

Did you see how fast he started opening up to chrissy????

Once he spots the slightest glimmer of individuality in you

Oh boy

Get ready for him to latch onto you

And he has such a unique charm

It makes it so easy to open up to him

And he loves that

His favorite way to bond is "let's tell each other all our weird secret interests and thoughts we could never say to anyone else"

You know like,, late night sleepover talk??

That level of conversation

That's what it feels like talking with Eddie

That level of emotional intimacy and openness and introspection????

Impossible to find in anyone else

And Jesus fucking christ

He is so ready to clown and break out the theatrics to make you smile

(Again,,, talking with chrissy in the woods for five minutes and he’s stunting like that )

The closer you get

The more conversations you have with him

The more attached he gets

In spite of what he thinks

Or hopes

He falls fast

And when he gets a crush on you????

Oh boy

Everything I've just said times like

100000

Whatever you like to do

If it's something he can come support you in

He's absolutely going to

Any kind of recital or practice or game or performance

He'll be there

Even if it's "not his usual scene"

He'll pretend to reluctantly compromise his social code to come see you

But he’s actually really excited

Like SO fucking pumped

He starts dragging the rest of the hellfire club with him

Soon you have a gaggle of gothy punky nerds cheering you on at all your events

They'll even make banners

And OH BOY you'd better believe they're making t shirts

If what you do is more single player

Videogames, books, art, writing

Congratulations you now have a buddy for all of it

Eddie will happily spend hours at book stores and arcades with you

He'll watch you write and draw for hours, not bored for a single second

And Jesus christ he'll have you laughing way more than you expected to

You almost got kicked out of the library once bc of him

He may or may not have been doing hilariously inaccurate impressions of literary characters

Anyway you scrambled out of there before the librarians could yell at you

Good times

The thing is

It's super fucking obvious to everyone that Eddie is majorly in love with you

He's crushing HARD

it's obvious to everyone except him

I'm begging you to take the initiative and kiss him already

Murray Bauman would say the exact same thing

Bc when you do

When you're laughing together and he’s looking at you with that fond look of his

And you just bite the bullet and grab his face and plant the biggest kiss on his lips

It takes a second for his brain to load

But when it does

The floodgates open

And he is over fucking whelmed by what he feels for you

How badly he desires you

Within seconds he'll be pinning you against the nearest surface and kissing the life out of you

I won't let this escalate too much here that'll be for the relationship and intimacy hcs lol

When you finally pull apart and warm air fans over your faces as you both try to catch your breath

And he’s looking at you with the most enamored lovestruck look

His brain is totally fried from the way you just kissed him, the way he got to kiss you

But he’s still struggling desperately to put it into words

How he feels about you

Just put him out of his misery

"So…" you pant, "we going out now, or what?"

He giggles at your words

"Yes. Yes yes yes."

He's already kissing you more

Aww

For a while you keep things sort of lowkey between you

Just bc it's still sort of new yk

Smwn said Eddie a "are you mad at me" type of boyfriend

And yes yes he is

Thank you tumblr user moonlane

Bc after a few days of that he’s going to start panicking

He's going to convince himself that you don't want to be seen with Eddie "the freak" Munson in public

Or anywhere

So as soon as you notice him acting weird

You'll either be able to pick up on it immediately or just straight up ask him what's going on

And with how emotionally intimate this man is?????

He can’t not talk to you

He'll fess up in a way that's just a little goofy

Deflecting with humor and all

So after you give him plenty of reassurance and smooches

The next time you're at school and you pass by the hellfire club's table on the way to your friends

You stop by to say hi and give him a smooch

You confirm you'll catch up later and he's like yeah totally

If anyone tries to give either of you shit for it????? Bold of them to try

By the end of the week he finds out you've been singing his praises to your friends

Talking about how sweet he is, how happy he makes you, how good he is to you

And yeah he's a little weird but that's not a bad thing!! He's so cool and unique and endearing and you love him for that

Motherfucker he has never felt more secure with himself or a relationship before

No one really understands it but they don't have to!!! You're obviously really happy together and that's all that matters!!

Now that you've been dating for a while

Congratulations!! You're the official mom and co monarch of the hellfire club

You now have free access to all meetings

And the very rare and coveted privilege of Eddie telling you all his plans and spoilers for campaigns

Wherever your understanding of dnd is

Anywhere from total expert to utterly hopeless

You'll listen to Eddie ramble about dnd for hours

God he's so cute when he gets excited like that!!!!

If you get a better grasp of it over time

Even if you just remember two or three rules

His heart will SOAR

Oh my god sitting on his lap while he plays dnd???? 🥺🥺🥺

Literally everyone in the hellfire club is so jelly of you

They have no idea how Eddie pulled you

He doesn't either tbh

If anyone flirts with you

You better BELIEVE he'll pull rank

HOW FUCKING DARE THOU MAKE EYES AT THE DUNGEON MASTER'S S/O >:(

God he's so cute

All the other nerds at school are jelly of yall too

Now every single nerd at school has a crush on you

Good luck dealing with that

Whenever he gets in one of his moods

You can 180 that shit so fast

The party and the other underclassmen in the club LOVE YOU FOR THAT

Also cause you're hot

Sometimes you're like hey kid why do you look so stressed

He's like UH EDDIE SAID-

You're like he said what??? Ima go talk to him

They're terrified

You pull Eddie into a janitor's closet and give him some smooches and are like

PLEASE

Be nice to the freshman

They're trying their best

Eddie:.... ‘,:/

(Insert a whole lot more smooching)

Eddie:.... Well I guess you've convinced me <3

Every time he gets in one of his moods the freshman just approach you in a little pack

They're like um excuse us my liege

You're like relax guys I'll talk to him

Cue more kissing

It’s practically routine by now

He’s so much happier since you got together

Like he’s still completely himself

He just seems a lot happier??

And now when he’s going on his lunch room tangents

Traipsing across the hellfire club table and calling out all the societal bullshit fabricating all the little cliques and status quo at hawkins high

He’ll call out all the different groups, pausing when he gets to your friend group

“...Except you.” he states with that unmistakable fond look on his face

You blow him a little kiss

He catches it, and puts it in his pocket, causing you to giggle

The he continues his tangent

So yeah

Dating Eddie is a delightful adventure

You will literally never be bored or not giggling and entertained

You just feel so seen with him

So heard

And so does he

It really is a wonderful relationship you two have

Cherish him, reassure him, cover him in cuddles and kisses and dnd references

Amazing boyfriend

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things #stranger things headcanons #stranger things x reader #eddie munson dating would include #eddie munson dating headcanons #stranger things dating headcanons #stranger things dating would include #literally love this boy #he needs kisses #right now

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cloudcountry · 1 year ago

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PART TWO!!!!!!

it's not FUNNY you WEIRDO!!!!! i am NOT A CLOWN AND I AM NOT YOUR CLOWN!!!!!

SGES SO FUNNY LMAO MOCK HIM HARDER 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

why is he blaming me,,,? he's putting up masks all the time???? OF COURSE i don't know how i see you, you're so complicated :C

OKAY HE'S MAKING A LOT OF SENSE NOW and girl it's okay i don't even understand what he said as a rebuttal like what

AWWW THEY HAD A LITTLE TEASING DKMESTIC SCENE WHY IS YHAT KINDA CUTE

right....all work......but fr that is very sweet C: my whole JOB in theatre is to support the actors since im usually building and painting sets so yk i do what i do best

WHAT THE FUCK THATS SO MEAN WHY DID I GIGGLE

YOU IMBECILE HOW DARE YOU MAKE FUN OF ME ILL KICK YOU IN YOUR SILLY LITTLE PLAYWRIGHT SHINS

oh fuck ow. owie. that hurt. "only the mask he was capable of loving" ????? Damn. do you need to talk???

HWHAHHWHAHWHA??!?? AWWWW???? ITS SO CITE THAT SHE WAS IMMEDIATELY DRAWN TO A PIECE PF JEWELRY THAT REMINDED HER OF HIS EYES????? IM GOING INSANE OVER YHIS.....THAT IS SO ADORABLE :((((

AWWWW???? AWWWW :(((( THATS SO CUTE IM SORRY FOR MAKING YOU A THIRD WHEEL VINNIE :C I'LL BE KISSING YOU SOON DW ABOUT IT

OKAY FINE UOU DONT HAVE TO TELL ME TWICE GIRL IM RUNNING TO SAVE YOUR COSTUMES BUT SERIOUSLY...I DONT NEED IT MY IMMUNE SYSTEM IS BUILT DIFFERENT I ASSURE YOU

GIRL I THIUGHT HE WAS JUST FLABBERGASTED NOT THAT HE WAS ACTUALLY GOING TO PASS OUT???? IS HE OKAY????? MAN YOU SHOULD JAVE KEPT YOUR JACKET

aaaaa the TRAUMA IS COMING THROUGH,,,, will hon i don't know how to tell you this but you ARE deserving of love.

NOOOOO NO WILL PLEASE STOP YOURE YANKING ON ALL OF MY HEART STRINGS RIGHT NOW OF COURSE ILL HOLD YOUR HAND??? YOU DONT JAVE TO GUILT ME INTO DOING THAT?????

AGFSGSFFZFAGGDUDGDHSBSGKSHSOBDPANXHGDKSHGSPQJGXIWVCOSSYJEVDIEBJAPAMHXGSKWNGDWIBDIWJGFKFPNS?!?!? THIS SCENE IS SO UGHHHHH ITS SO SOFT I DIDNT . EXPECT HIS ROUTE TO BE SO TENDER. WHY IS HIS ROUTE SO GRIPPING ITS GOT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD.

no kissies >:C you need to rest. and we have no way of knowing if the mc got sick too. germs will!! germs!!

HWHAHHWHAHWHA??!?? AWWWW???? ITS SO CITE THAT SHE WAS IMMEDIATELY DRAWN TO A PIECE PF JEWELRY THAT REMINDED HER OF HIS EYES????? IM GOING INSANE OVER YHIS.....THAT IS SO ADORABLE :((((

HOW COULD I POSSIBLY BE DISSATISFIED??? NOW I WANT A NECKLACE THE COLOR OF HIS EYES.....

WILL YOURE VERY CUTE BUT CAN WE PLEASE GO HOME....YOU NEEDN'T SPOIL ME :C ID MUCH PREFER IT IF YOU DIDNT!!!

SHE SAID IT?!?!?!???? EVERYONE SHUT UP SHE SAID IT!!!!!! SHE SAID SHE LIKES HIM AWWWW THATS SO CUTE AUGSIAVDIVDOFBOWBFOSBOC

....nvm it's not cute. dump his ass. (IM JOKING IM JOKING)

UMMMM ..... GUT INSTINCT? I FEEL LIKE YOURE A NICE PERSON???

SHES SO PATIENT WITH HIM IM GOING TO CRY???? THEYRE SO CUTE WITH EACJ OTHER SHES SO KIND AND GENTLE EITH HIS EMOTIONS????

THIS TROPE MAKES ME UNHINGED,,,, THE PURE SHOCK AT HER CONFESSION BECAUSE HE HAS THIS STUPID VILLAIN COMPLEX AND FEELS LIKE HE DESERVES TO SUFFER FOR THESE SILLY "SINS" AND AAAAA SHES LIKE NO I WANT TO BE WITH YOU ANYWAY. I AM SO ILLLLL

SHE LISSED HIM(BMNISBDJ?!????!???? SHE KISEEDD HISNMnnmmmnm?!!?????????

girl im so close . to Tears.

THIS FEELS SO LONELY,,,, i can't help but think of how much I. Didn't want to go with will in the beginning but now i don't want to LEAVE. COMTE PUT ME BACK!!!!!

DID YOU JUST CALL ME A TYRANT!??? "He touched the lips she kissed" girl BYE I AM DECEASED AAAAA GO AFTER HER????? SIR?????

HE DID WHAT???? CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT?????? FUCK IT UP SHAKEY BOY!!!!! GET THAT HAPPINESS HUN, YOU DESERVE IT!!! ^^

part three coming in a bit,,, PHEW.

Okay Get Ready i have like 355382638 screenshots of shakespeares route because i. have been so busy and i haven't been able to post anything AND I EVEN MISSED ALL MY ROUTES YESTERDAY HELP

okay...i didn't realize we were starting this far back....um so yeah!!!!

BOOOOO STOP PLAYING THE VILLAIN ROLE I KNOW WHAT YOURE DOING. YOURE PUTTING ON A VILLAINOUS FRONT TO PROTECT YOURSELF. BULL SHIT!!!!!

OH SHIT??? that's why shakespeare was with robert. hm!! interesting.

I KNEW YHAT ALREADY KEEP UP SHAKEY BOY.

WAOT WHAT shut up you don't mean that :T you're literally such a liar LMAOOOO you're not lying about comte though he'd beat ASS

OKAY OW THAT ACTUALLY HURT NY FEELINGS A LITTKE :(((( WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN HELLO WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU???

still....if vincent is friends with him there's no way he's terrible.

HE SLIPPED IT WHERE.

LOVES HOT FURY.?? DIDNT YOU JUST SAY YOU HATED ME??? AND I NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT LOVONG YOU WHAT

?!?!? COMTE :(((( HES SO PROTECTIVE ITS SO SWEET,,,,, IT ACTUALLY MAKES ME A LIL SAD

HE IS A FINE DANCER AND HE WOULD JAVE BEEN FINER IF HE DIDNT KNOCK ME OUT AND KIDNAP ME BUT OK!!!!

girl i don't think...hes going to :C

ughhhh them caring about my safety will ALWAYS get me. ALWAYS. it's such. a punch in the gut IN A GOOD WAY.

......WHY IS HE SO CRYPTIC. JUST SAY WHAT YOU MEAN YOU SILLY ACTOR. YOU WANNA DANCE FOR ME HUH? YOU WANT TO SING A LITTLE SONG??? THIS ISNT A STAGE YOU KNUCKLEHEAD (i care about you please tell me if something's wrong :C)

i love how she's like "FUCK he smells nice >:T AND he knows my tastes >:T shut the FUCK up will."

HEY?? JWHDJWBJDJE WHAT?!?!??!? HOLD ON WHAT. HOLD ON. GIRLIE....DID YOU THINK TJIS THROUGH

WHAT EFYJ FUCKN?!???!!! HELLO EXCUSE ME?!??? WJY WAS THAT ATTRACTIVE WHAT THE FUCK I DONT WANT TO LEARN ABOUT MYSELF RIGHT NOW.

I HAYE THIS I HAYE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS

i can practically hear every person in the mansion screaming in agony....

I DONT WANT TO GO PLEASE PELASE DONT MAKE ME GO PLEASE DHHEHXHJSBXJD I DONT WANT TO I HATE THISSSSSSS SPLEASE CAN I STAY I DONT WANT TO GI

NOOOO TRUST ME THEO I DIDNT WANT TO HURT HIM :((( I HATE THIS I CANT BELIEVE WE JUST HURT VINCENT I WANT TO BASH MY HEAD INTO A WALL

DAMN OKAY THEO WILL ISNT THAT BAD,,, why am i trying to defend him. BECAUSE I HAVE FAITH.

AWWWWWW ISAAC :((( IM SO SORRY SEBASTIAN LMAOOO YOURE SO SILLY I CANT HELP BUT GIGGLE ^^;

aww :C he cares :C i have no idea what the "rotza-" part means but i can infer what "gadvergamme" means ^^;

DAMN EVEN AFTER VINCENT YELLED AT HIM??? wait im actually so touched,,, that's so sweet of him. he respects his brother so much so for him to stand his ground even after vincent tells him to back off? wow.

WHAT THE FUCK WE JUST GOT HERE

SJGZHWHGSH WHY IS THIS CUTE TO ME IM NOT A CLOWN YOU IDIOT FIGHT ME

YEA LITERALLY CAN I BE YOUR HOUSEKEEPER INSTEAD???? AND WHY ARE WE SO CLOSE NOW????? THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING?????????

YVES??? IS THAT YOU???? CUPCAKE PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!!!!! I DID NOT AGREE TO THIS!!!!!!!!

that's the image limit folks HOPEFULLY I'LL GET TO PART TWO TODAY ^^ !!!!

#auburn talks ikevamp <3

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kiame-sama · 5 years ago

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🍋 Bunny- Yandere!Adult-Trio x Chubby!Gentle!Reader Lemon

Hello my lovies~! Here is the Adult-Trio for all of you (Chrollo, Hisoka, Illumi).

Note: I do NOT and NEVER will support rape. These are stories so keep them that way. Force play is acceptable, forcing someone is rape.

Warnings; Non-con, Dub-con, consensual lemons and limes. Poly/ Harem style relationships. Hisoka's perverted nature. Illumi's absolute lack of social skills. Chrollo's manipulation tactics. Reader is sub to all three. Dom! Adult-trio. Conversations with the Zoldyck family, and the Phantom Troupe. Much confusion. Protective, Sadistic, and Obsessive yanderes. Likely to be longer than usual chapters. All three are hung like a horse.

~~~~~~~~

You sat on Chrollo's lap as he rest his chin on your shoulder, holding a book in front of the two of you with one hand. His arms wrapped securely around you, keeping you caged against his bare chest. His warmth seeping through your clothes, his jacket laying over your front like a blanket.

It was nearing the end of a job for the Phantom Troupe and most had gone off without a hitch. The only 'issue' that came up were the incessant questions from the Troupe.

Chrollo had never told them he had a significant other, and surely you would tell them more than their stoic leader. Uvogin was likely the worst about it, closely followed by Nobunaga, then Machi. But all of them were curious about you regardless.

Chrollo would allow them to ask their questions until they took too much of a flirting tone, then a single glance from him sends them away. They figure that he must be furious if he was willing to tear his eyes away from his book. Problem is, he considers anything other than questions involving him as some kind of flirting.

"Since when do you have a girlfriend!?"

"... I'm his fiancé..."

"You're getting married!? How long have you two known each other?"

"A while."

"What-? Where did you even come fr-"

Uvogin quickly fell silent as those intense steel eyes locked with his. Okay. Off-limits question.

It didn't take too long for the Troupe to catch the hint that their leader wanted some space so they quickly backed off, giving him some much needed room.

"They didn't even notice."

"Ch-Chrollo... I said I didn't want to..!"

"Shh... No one will ever know. You have to stay quiet though, or else they'll figure out what we've been doing. I just want to feel you for a bit, it doesn't have to be for very long."

You bit down on your lip as his unoccupied hand rest beneath his jacket, silently rubbing your exposed heat. He had been for a while now. It was a good thing the troupe explained away your blush due to nerves.

It didn't take much movement from him to unbutton your pants, sliding them down your thighs until you were exposed enough for him to tease you. He hadn't turned the page in a long time, likely due to the book only being a front to throw off the troupe. You stifled a whimper, slightly arching your back.

"Chrollo..!"

"(Y/n), I promise you, they won't catch us. So long as you keep that beautiful voice of your's quiet, they will never know."

"... Promise?"

"I swear to you."

You didn't respond to his reassurance to keep the scandalous behavior secret from the others. He took your silence as a 'yes' and deftly unbuttoned his pants, sliding you back by your hips to rub your soft pussy against his aching cock. You had no idea how on earth you were supposed to be quiet with that monstrous length being stuffed into you. Sometimes you couldn't help but shiver in anticipation, knowing what a stretch it was taking his entire length into you.

Chrollo lightly kissed your shoulder, lowering your hips and allowing gravity to help him sink into you. Your entire body tensed at the almost painful intrusion, sitting as still as possible to get used to it. Deep breaths from the male behind you drew your attention to how still he was sitting. He was typically unable to remain still for so long, but it seemed like he was being patient today.

"I'm going to start thrusting just a bit... I need to feel your tight walls massage my cock."

"But, Chrollo..!"

"You can't expect me to sit completely still while buried to the hilt in my most precious treasure."

"They'll notice..!"

He hummed and the book began to faintly glow in his hands before a kind of bubble shield wrapped a full dome around the two of you with at least a 10ft radius. It must be a skill he stole... But what did it do?

"Now they won't see us. All they see is an innocent couple cuddling. They can still hear us, so stay quiet, but now I can bend you over this pillar and pound you into the ground like I want to."

"Chrollo, you said you just wanted to feel for a bit, not a full session..!"

"You're always so naive, I can't help but deceive you just to see how much you still trust me."

"But-"

Your whimpering complaint was cut off sharply by his lips firmly pressed into your own, his hips now bucking up roughly into you. There was no choice but to keep your lips locked with his to keep all of the moans inside. The jacket falling from your shoulders as he used his free hand to pull up your shirt and bra, allowing your chest to bounce freely.

He broke the intimate kiss and bent you over the fallen pillar, as promised. You began panting helplessly as his thrusts forced all of the air out of your lungs, nails digging into the chipped stone. You had to put your head down to try and muffle the noises that were fighting to get out of you.

Your body began to shake as he continued to bury himself into you, keeping one hand firmly on the book to keep the illusion from disappearing.

"Mmm~ I do love riding you like this... Do they do it too? Can they ride you to the point you're drooling and a complete mess?"

"N-no..! Only you..."

Trying to keep your voice from squeaking out or getting louder as you responded to the black-haired male. He was right, he was best at riding you like this in comparison to the other two.

"Only me."

You bit harshly on your hand, feeling that burning coil winding up inside of you. Your whole body began tensing from the pleasure bubbling up in you. It didn't take long for that coil to snap as you cry into your hand.

Your whole body spasmed with every following thrust before he released into you, moaning softly into your ear. You whimpered softly as he kissed your neck, slowly pulling out of you. You stayed in that position, laying out over the pillar and catching your breath.

You knew he was staring at you, pleased with what he had done to you and the mess he made of you. He was the most intelligent of your partners and he had a way of making you convinced you want him. He was skilled in letting the other two drive you closer to him for seeming more stable mentally and emotionally. A light chuckle met your ears and you glared over your shoulder at the amused male. He watched you closely with a smirk on his lips, his hair ruffled from the usual slicked back style.

"Fuck off, Chrollo."

"Not likely. I'd rather keep fucking you, but it seems I managed to tire you out."

"... I told you I was already tired. Not my fault you didn't listen."

He just chuckled again and casually fixed his clothes, slicking back his hair once more. Once he was pleased with his appearance, he gently rubbed your back, pulling your clothes back on and pulling you back onto his lap. You were exhausted and happy to settle for laying back against his chest, pulling his jacket close and snuggling down.

"Careful. Keep moving against me like that and I won't be able to hold myself back."

"That sucks. You've already fucked my brains out today, so now you get to be my heating pad."

"(Y/n)-"

"Heating pads don't talk."

You felt his chuckle more than you heard it, as it rumbled softly in his chest. When you two were settled once more he removed the illusion.

Thankfully, it seemed that the others were none the wiser about what the two of you just did. Chrollo, seeing how tired you were, decided to be merciful and lay along the pillar with you laying on his chest. It was rare for Chrollo to lay down, even when he slept, so you understood the surprised and confused stares from the troop.

You didn't honestly care what they were thinking as you lay across their leader's chest, lounging on one of the most terrifying men in the world. Some would call you crazy for it, but you were desensitized to being in the presence of dangerous people.

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You lay across the comfortable couch with your head resting on Illumi's lap as he silently watched you. Illumi being the more emotionally challenged one of your husbands, due to his life-long training as an assassin.

You were trying to take a break from his mother's consistent pestering. She clearly adored you and was thrilled at the idea of you being her daughter in law. To your surprise, Illumi's father was also fond of you. It surprised you because the man rarely ever spoke and you had been halfway convinced he didn't like you in the slightest.

"My dear, I had one more question."

"Mother..."

"Hush, Illumi. I can ask my future daughter in law whatever I want to ask."

"..."

It wasn't hard to tell when Illumi was frustrated- at least for you- but his mother payed the glare no mind. You went to sit up before a firm hand gripped your shoulder, keeping you in place. Illumi's eyes were typically the best way to read his emotions and the look he gave you told you to stay where you were.

With a soft sigh, you settled back down with your head in his lap, letting him gently pet your hair.

"Okay, well, it's a few more questions. But I want to know how you two met?"

"We met-"

"It doesn't matter how we met. She's here now, so that's all that matters."

You wanted to sigh at his dominant behavior, deciding to fully sit up, much to Illumi's frustration. If his parents noticed his hostile behavior towards them, they didn't mention it. He still fought to make you lay back down, but you were done with his bad mood.

"Illumi. Stop."

"..."

"Now."

"... Fine."

He moved his arm, allowing you to sit up, but as you settled next to him he wrapped an arm around you as if to stake a claim. His behavior must be typical for a Zoldyck due to the lack of reaction from his parents.

"We met when he killed me on accident."

"I didn't-"

"So my heart stopping was just me taking a nap?"

"..."

"Apparently I was close to his target and he missed."

"... I didn't-"

"So you meant to hit me?"

"No."

"Then you missed."

"... Yes."

"Is that why you get so upset when asked about it?"

"... No"

"... Are you upset because you technically killed-"

"Stop."

"So, that's a 'yes' then."

You chuckled softly at the clear pout Illumi had on his face. He still refused to talk about that moment when your heart was stopped by the poison he typically used. He even went as far as to switch the toxin he used, apparently despising the poison that killed you.

That day was the same day you met Chrollo and Hisoka.

Chrollo was the one who revived you and Hisoka endlessly bugged Illumi about it. Chrollo was the first to take interest in you, apparently finding your 'energy' fascinating. Hisoka quickly followed suit, loving the way you responded to his teasing. Illumi was technically last to gain interest in you, though he did as well for your fascinating reactions. It was as if he felt the need to protect you like a lion and the lamb kind of story. all of this happened in the span of an hour.

From then on, all three have been rather aggressively pursuing you. Texts, letters, sticky-notes, gifts, showing up in your home, showing up any time you went out, things like that. You then had to deal with their constant attempts to one-up each other and their consistent fighting.

Once the fighting escalated from verbal to physical, you had to step in before they killed each other. It was surprising to you that all three were ready to kill for you and you could tell they weren't going to take 'no' as an answer. The next best was to agree to give all three a chance at having a full relationship with you. It quickly became apparent there would be no breaking up with them and if you chose one the other two would kill him.

This is how you wound up having three fiancés.

You had Illumi break the news to his parents about being engaged and about the fact he was one of three. They apparently took it rather well and you were stunned when Kikyo complimented you for getting the full attention of the three dangerous men you were currently engaged to. Silva never said a word about it and Illumi never told you how his father had responded to the news.

"Illumi! How could you have missed your target with all of the training you've done?"

"Drop it."

"Were you just distracted by (y/n) when you met her and that's why you missed?"

"Stop."

You could tell Kikyo's chiding was beginning to get to Illumi, watching his eyes burn with anger and some other emotion as his arm tightened around you. You knew how quickly Illumi could snap when he was in such a mood so you tried to cut the conversation off before it got to that point.

"You said you had other questions?"

"Hm? Oh, right. What last name do you plan on taking? I know there's Illumi's, but what of the other two?"

It was a damn good question. You had no idea what last name to take once you were wed as there were the last names of your three husbands and you own last name. So you had the choice of any of the four options, but you knew if you chose just one it would displease your other husbands.

"Probably all of them. Just hyphen the names together as my legal name with my maiden name first so there are less documents to deal with. I can just switch off which name is most beneficial for me depending on the situation."

"... Silva, she's perfect."

You couldn't help but chuckle at the kind words, knowing that you at least had the approval of Illumi's parents. Illumi was still holding you close to him, clearly done with this nonsensical questioning. Illumi wasn't the easiest to rile up, but his temper would always break when Hisoka or Chrollo were mentioned during 'his turn' of keeping you with him.

You also knew that Illumi had one hell of a dominance kink that played into how possessive he was of you, only fueling his aggression towards your other fiancés. You hoped his mother would stop asking questions, for your sake, due to the fact Illumi became very forceful when angered. He was already rough, given just how intensely strong he was, so you would rather not add anger into the mix.

"Which of them do you care for the most-?"

"That's enough. This conversation is over."

Illumi sharply stood and picked you up in his arms a bit too tightly, carrying you away from his mother's prying. You felt a stir of fear in your chest at how angry Illumi was, knowing what usually resulted from it. Illumi wasn't the kind of guy who took 'no' as an answer and you knew it.

Doesn't mean you wouldn't try though.

He easily made it to his room, closing the door behind him and pinning you to the bed. Illumi could only burn off his frustration and anger in two ways. First; killing whoever made him angry. Second; fucking you roughly into the nearest surface. Since the first wasn't an option as he wouldn't kill a family member, that only left the second option.

"Wa-wait, Illumi-!"

"No."

Your following plead was silenced by the rough and almost painful kiss, trying to struggle in his grip. He was already to the point that his eyes were becoming glazed and he was becoming lost to the feeling of your skin. He wasn't one to feel much of anything, but there was an addictive quality to you that he desperately wanted to overdose on.

Everything would fade away into the background and out of his mind so long as you were pressed up against him. He wasn't typically the kind to let himself get lost in an emotion. He was always rather cold and calculating, but the simple bliss of turning that logical mind off for once and riding an emotion high... Intoxicating.

"Illumi- Illumi, stop! You- you're being too rough!"

He didn't respond, trying to keep his lips locked with yours for as long as he could, ripping at your clothes. Typically, Illumi knew his strength and kept it in check to not hurt you, but when he was angered he would lose himself in the taste of your lips and sound of your voice. It wasn't very often it happened, as he had rather consistent control over himself, though there were times like these that you knew he wouldn't stop.

It didn't matter to him if he hurt you or you didn't want him at that moment, it was what he needed and so he would take it. He would worry about the rest later, when his primal desires were satiated and he had worked out enough energy. Usually, after coming back to himself and realizing his behavior he would apologize and would cuddle you for however long you wished. He would treat you like fragile glass unless you say otherwise.

That was hard to do as an assassin who had been trained to ignore everything beyond his orders and family. He always has such little control when it comes to you. Having no prior experience to indulging in his desires, just a small slip of control would spiral down into needing to partake in his only vice, you.

He ripped his own clothes off along with yours, leaving every part of the two of you exposed. There was a low growl of pleasure rumbling in the back of his throat, slowly growing louder.

He ducked his head down, catching one of your pert nipples in his mouth and putting his hands under your back, forcing you to arch up into his touch. You squirmed in his grip, winded by his sudden and aggressive behavior paired with his almost desperate need to have you. He licked and bit at your soft skin, letting his mouth trail over whatever exposed flesh he could get to.

He almost seemed frantic, as if he were worried you would somehow be gone in a few seconds and he was trying to get in every touch he could. He was practically panting like an animal during a rut, grinding his hips against yours wildly.

It didn't take long for him to bury himself into you, his eyes rolling back in pure euphoria. He rapidly began thrusting into you, the force of his wildly bucking hips moving you up and down the bed.

"Mine... You're mine! I won't let you get away from me, you can never leave me."

"Ah-! Illumi ple-please you're being too rough with- with me!"

"I'll break you for me. So those two don't get to have you ever again."

Your body spasmed and twitched helplessly beneath him, your body slowly blocking out the pain with mind numbing pleasure. He bashed the head of his cock into your tight cervix until it gave way, wrapping like a vice around his rock-hard length. You wrapped your arms around his neck while hitching your legs over his hips, it was all you could do to hold on.

Pleasure shot into your brain along with the pain you felt, the feelings quickly consuming you. You knew the pleasure was rising up into a fever pitch when his brutal and rapid thrusts began to lose their rhythm. Similarly, you could feel that white-hot coil of ecstasy threatening to break, each violent thrust sending you closer and closer to the abyss.

As soon as the coil within you snaps, you had to press your lips to his in order to stop yourself from screaming loudly enough that the whole house could hear. You felt the growl that tore through his throat more than you heard it, each flooding pulse making him spasm in short, rough thrusts that only continued to over-stimulate your nerves. Once he had gotten every ounce of his cum into you, he slowly withdrew from your tight womb, returning to his senses.

"I apologize. I did not intend to lose control like that. Did I injure you?"

"No more than you usually do... But for my sake, please stop fucking me exclusively in your anger. There's only so much I can take."

"I... Will work on my self-control for you."

He conceded that you were in the right and that he was the one who had messed up in that exchange. He wrapped his arms around you and lay next to you while he gently rubbed your back, apologizing for his wild behavior. You shivered lightly, feeling caged in the arms of a tiger.

He was more animalistic than people gave him credit for. Possessive of his mate, poor social skills at best, silent hunter that never gets caught. He was just a refined animal, a stealthy and lethal predator among clumsy prey. It only took times like this- laying curled up in his arms- to make you realize just how dangerous the men who latched onto you really were.

It hadn't fully set in when you first agreed to date the three of them, but it was never going to be just dating. They were ready to kill one another, like three predators fighting over a mate, though you felt more like prey.

A Serpent, a Fox, and a Spider all fighting over you. What started out as a small competition to win you became an absolute obsession to have you. They only don't kill each other to not fall out of favor with you and it would be inconvenient. This meant a lot of tense moments when the three are together as if they'd just as easily kill one another even though it seemed they were friends at some point.

This meant that only your shared affection for them made them hesitate. You were the cute chubby little hutch bunny surrounded by the wild and aggressive top predators. You could never have known how dangerous they were when you first encountered them. It's one thing to be a criminal, it's another thing entirely to be on top of the criminal world.

The Phantom Troupe was notorious for stealing everything they wanted, no matter what kind of trouble they have to go through. The Zoldycks were the top assassin family that not one person scoffed at the name, both in fear and reverence that no one can stop them. Hisoka was the top of the list for being a well known Sociopath, going after everyone and anyone no matter what that person was to him prior.

You had never known- in your safe little home- what kind of world existed beyond your docile life. The darker side of the world that gentle girls like you could never even dream of. But by gaining their attention you may as well have been thrown in between the three with a leash already secure around your neck.

You were in great danger but you were also one of the safest people on the planet, secure in the arms of the most dangerous people in the world. If anyone was stupid enough to try, not a hair on your head would be touched without extreme ramifications. They may have spats with each other, but they loved and wanted you more. They put away their deadly desires towards each other and continued killing everyone else.

What is more terrifying then one of the top criminals of the world? Three of the top criminals of the world working together towards a common goal. At that point, if they're coming after you with the goal to kill, some divine being must hate you with a passion.

It didn't take long to accept their insane desire for you, deciding you wouldn't be able to escape one without all you know being destroyed, you're triple fucked now. You left your life mostly behind, seeming like one of those foolish girls who runs off with trouble only for their heart to get broken. But it wouldn't get broken and you weren't doing this for you, you were doing it for everyone you cared about.

Sometimes one must be offered up as a sacrifice to keep their world from spilling over into yours. People would die and cower in fear, others will swear hatred against everyone involved, and you would be responsible for it all. Besides, though they terrified you a good bit sometimes, you could still occasionally forget their status and treat them like any fiancé would be.

They're quite amused with letting you seem like you have the dominance, but being the real danger that lurks behind and always makes sure you know who your doms are. The three teamed up just to get you, and now they aren't letting go.

~~~~~~~~

Hisoka was the more... Mentally Unstable... Of the three of your soon-to-be husbands. There were times you worried he would kill you instead of marry you, but that was apparently just part of his charm. He was unpredictable, setting off every danger-bell in your head. A real-life monster who just wanted the burn the world. He was also the one to treat you to whatever you wanted and absolutely wanted to spoil you rotten.

The ends were always worth the means to Hisoka so he smothered you with affection and gave you everything without fuss. Sometimes he felt more like a hot insane carnie-sugar-daddy than you expected given how the other two used such things to manipulate you. It was like an indulgent pet owner who just loved to spoil their little darling with everything.

This also meant he was one hell of a service dom and craved to watch you become delirious with bliss. Seeing you just drowning in pleasure before he would even put his cock in you. It probably didn't help that he was quite the sexual deviant and knew exactly what to do to break you for him. This worship kind of manipulation is what got him going.

He always enjoyed a good fight and they made him just oh so excited, but he would easily settle for a good 'wrestle' session instead. But something lit a fire in the openly sexual being. Something about you drove him mad and he wanted you- the little bunny- to snap your teeth in frustration at him or to open you legs for him. Either way, you were just too fun to give up for any reason. None of them would ever get bored with you and if one was invested, the other were as well.

It was once just a competition against each other, though that quickly became an insane obsession over you. All you did, all you were, everything about you, was what they wanted. That challenge between each other became just an added pride bonus instead of the focus of their game.

No. The real prize was you.

Hisoka would shower you in affection and do whatever it took to make you mewl and moan. If you didn't want to play, he would typically back off and take care of it himself unless he was in a blood lust, in which case he can't stop. In one of his blood lusts, he only had two functions; kill or fuck, so the obvious answer was the second option.

He slowly trailed his lips over your shoulder, massaging your back as you lay face-down on the bed. You could tell he was enjoying the massage as much as you were, if the hardening length on your back was anything to go by. You loved the fact that he could tell you were tired and in need of some general love and affection.

You had been rather tense given the situations you had been in prior to joining Hisoka. Though Hisoka seemed as if he were the most frightening or stressful to be around, but surprisingly he was not. If anything, Hisoka was the one you never had to worry about in your stressful life. You knew he was more of a loner and he was not aggressive towards you as he was others.

His hands were warm and gentle against your poor tense back, paying special attention to the firmer knots. It almost felt like he was smoothing out the deep muscles that had been so tense just moments before, letting you absolutely melt into his touch.

You let out a long moan of pleasure as warmth seemed to spread through your body, feeling relaxation fill your body. A light kiss at your shoulder reminded you of Hisoka being attached to those heavenly hands on your back.

"Mmm~ Look how cute you're being... Just letting all your little moans out."

"A-ah... Hisoka..!"

"Just like that."

You whimpered softly in bliss, feeling shivers run through you as his nails gently scrape over your skin. He used enough pressure to work your muscles but not enough to sink his nails into you. There was little chance you could ever be more comfortable than you were at that moment.

Getting a nice long warm bath that pulled your worries away. Cuddling up in a soft towel and just letting Hisoka brush your hair gently, allowing you to lean into his comfortable touch.

"Falling asleep on me~?"

"Mmm... Kinda..."

"Then I'll just have to wait for you to wake back up."

"You don't have to..."

"Have to..?"

"Wait. I mean... If you wanted to, I would let you..."

A soft chuckle came from his chest, making you look up at him. Hisoka was rather skilled in getting you to beg for him, since he refused to take advantage of you unless you explicitly tell him to. And he was the one out of your three soon-to-be husbands that you always enjoyed having sex with.

He was pleased with any position or location, so long as it is you he's with. Even if you wanted to top, he would be happy as ever to be a switch. So long as he was able to have you melting into cute little moans, he was pleased.

"You asking for me to fuck you even if you fall asleep? Is that what would would like for me to do to you?"

"I wouldn't... Say no."

"Want me that badly~? I'd be happy to do that for you."

"... please?"

"With pleasure."

He gently rolled you onto your back, grinning as he looked down at you, seeing your bright blush. Your soft body was completely on display for him and he gently trailed his fingers over the bruises and marks the other two left behind. That's not to say he doesn't mark you, but he does it more intentionally and with purpose.

"Look how roughly they treated you... Tsk, this won't do at all. Here, let me kiss it better."

He gently ghosted his lips over your neck, pressing soft kisses any time he found a bruise or mark on your body. You mewled and moved your hips slightly as he trailed down, kissing around your breasts and giving a light lick at each peak. It was almost maddening with how slowly he was going, each touch leaving you burning for more.

He ensured to go over every little mark on your body, worshiping your soft skin and loving every mark he found. Sometimes, you were self-conscious about the lightning like scars on your skin, but somehow Hisoka made everything okay. That nervousness didn't really go away with Chrollo or Illumi, even though you know they don't judge you. But there was still a part of you that hated those scars until Hisoka got to them.

He behaved as if you were some delicate renaissance painting that needed to be shown gentle love and affection, even with any marks that may have formed. For how much he loved to mercilessly tease you and poke your last nerve, he was one hell of a considerate lover. If you didn't enjoy it or if it made you feel inferior, he would downright refuse to do it. He would only ever do things you wanted him to do to you, and he got pleasure from giving pleasure to you.

His kinks revolved around the way others reacted to him. Anger and frustration towards him easily get him hard, but blushing and mewling from his actions? Oh, you must be trying to make him cum sounding like that.

Fair to say, he would be rough when you wanted him to be and he would pleasure you endlessly regardless of being gentle or not.

"I think right here needs the most attention."

"Whe-? Ah! Hisoka!"

The moment you had tried to look down your body at him, he began to leave long licks through your folds. His nose pushing at your clit as he sensually dug his tongue into you. You let out moans and cries as you arched your back from the sensation filling your mind.

You wound your fingers through his flame red hair and held on, crying out in bliss from the intense pleasure. You could feel his smirk as he only doubled his efforts, moaning out against you and pressing closer. You couldn't stop the loud moans that ripped from your throat, whimpering from the slick feeling of his skilled tongue.

He move his tongue in thrusting motions, putting your legs up over his shoulders, intentionally trapping himself. He hummed against you and gripped your soft thighs, pressing them against his face.

You could feel that coil of pleasure inside of you winding rapidly from his continued attention, his eyes almost completely rolled back. He was gripping your hips in order to move them against his mouth, wanting you to practically shove his face into your heat. You were panting heavily at this point, gripping onto his hair like a lifeline as the pleasure built.

As if every nerve in your body was buzzing with electricity, your cry was harsh and guttural the moment that pressure broke. You could barely stop your legs from tensing and tightening around his head, holding him securely in place as the pleasure burned through you. Being the kind of person Hisoka is, he ensured to continue thrusting his tongue into you to make your orgasm last longer.

Only when you fell limp on the bed did he finally pull away, licking his lips sensually and licking your slick from your thighs. Say what you will about him, but there was no denying the fact that Hisoka has one hell of a tongue. You let your body relax into the sheets as he moved up, caging your body with his and hovering over you with a grin.

You looked up at his messy red hair and bedroom eyes, feeling a light pressure against your sensitive heat.

"Seems you enjoyed that~ Don't worry, unlike the other two, I know how to please you until your delirious."

"..."

"Do you still want me to fuck you to sleep?"

"... Yes."

"Good."

He let you dig your nails into his shoulder as he slowly slid into you, letting out deep moans from the pleasure and pain. It was around this time that he usually began to lose his grip on his self control, but he still maintained a slow and steady tempo. He was watching your cute little expressions each time he sunk into you, loving the way your glassy eyes stared up at him.

He maintained the slow pace, only speeding up when you began to doze off, bringing you straight back to consciousness. The slow building pleasure seemed to be consuming all reasonable thought in you, letting you drown in the feeling. You could feel the heavy pulse of his heartbeat deep within you from his cock, feeling every rivet and point he pressed up against.

You couldn't stop the whimpers of pleasure and the shaking of your soft body as he continued to thrust into your warm insides. He was beginning to lose his self-control, his hands tightening on your hips and his thrusts gradually gaining speed. Again you felt that coil of pleasure winding tightly inside of you and you couldn't stop your moans that grew louder and louder.

"Are you gonna cum for me? Let your tight little pussy milk my cock..."

"Mmm... Hisoka..!"

"I'm right here. Sink your nails in and feel that I'm here with you~"

You did exactly that, feeling a light trail of blood from where you dug your nails into his toned body. His thrusts were firm enough to move you up and down on the bed, your eyes rolling back. Something was different about your building orgasm that made your toes curl and your spine tense. The pleasure running through your body was all consuming, making your cry harsh and loud as the coil within you snaps.

You were faintly aware of his continued thrusts as your body jerked and twitched helplessly beneath him from over-stimulation. Each movement practically tearing through you like individual orgasms in their own right. When he finally reached his orgasm, you were drooling and delirious.

Your muscles continuing to pump and squeeze his cock as you attempt to calm down, feeling every heavy spurt of cum painting your insides. When you finally went limp, Hisoka was grinning widely down at you. Oh, how fucking cute you are, making such sinful faces and noises just for him.

Well... Him and two others. Much as he wanted to slaughter them and claim you as his prize, he knew it would upset you and push you away from him. That was just something he couldn't allow.

So for now he just grinned down at you, watching you slip into sleep from sheer exhaustion, still clamped down on his deeply seated cock. He was happy to sleep now and take advantage of another round later, knowing that you came back to him time and time again. He would be the best lover you will ever know.

Who knows? Maybe he'll even win you fully with his continued attention. Maybe.

Not likely.

#yandere #yandere illumi #yandere chrollo #yandere hisoka #hxh #yandere hxh #yandere illumi x reader #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere hisoka x reader #poly-yandere x reader #x reader #Female reader #fem reader

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I NEVER FINISHED MY STORY OMG. ok so i left off at being too proud to tell my friend she was right and kpop fucked hard. the difference between u and me is that i’m too good of a liar. too good. i kept up the “i hate kpop it’s cringe” facade for ALMOST TWO WHOLE YEARS, I SHIT YOU NOT. why? bc my dumb ass, extra ass, dramatic ass self thought “ok if i’m gonna have to deal with the embarrassment of admitting i’m wrong, i better do it in such an extra ass way it’ll knock ur socks off so hard that YOULL be the one embarrassed not me.” the original plan was to learn the entire choreography to bts dope, bc it’s the song that she told me to listen to and inevitably the song that got me into them, but later switched to bts fire bc i saw too many of those “choreo matches w any song” videos, and then her birthday party came up. and here’s the real kicker. her birthday is April Motherfuckin Fools. so it would be So Perfect for me to reveal my kpopism as a birthday present And a april fools prank in one. so i was Set on the Reveal being on april 1st, but the day rolls around and god that choreo is so fucking hard and i am Not a dancer. never have been. so i abandon that and go ykno what… i’ll do it Next Year. BC MY BITCHASS WAS LIKE NO THE MOMENT IS TOO PERFECT TO DO IT ON A NORMAL ASS DAY ITS GONNA BE ON APRIL FOOLS ON HER GODDAMN BIRTHDAY OR NOT AT ALL. a year rolls by, i’ve told most of our friends except her and they’re all in on it, i’d made so many subtle kpop references to her without her realising they were fully intentional and had too many scares where she almost figured me out but i lied my way out of it, and i’d given up on showing off with choreography bc i couldn’t make that shit look good. i’m not a dancer. i am, however, a rapper, and a damn good one, so i inhaled the agust d mixtape and decided i’d just rap the eminem of kpop’s anthem at her face. in korean. and change the lyrics at the end (if u haven’t listened to agust d, the bridge repeats “i’m sorry” a lot) to “i’m sorry i kept this from u for so long” and “i’m sorry i actually ult got7 not bts” (this was like the april after skz debuted ok i was holding onto got7 for dear life knowing full well skz we’re going to convert me smh) and the best part? she never saw it coming. her official present was a cd with a bunch of kpop on it but she thought it was just a personalised mixtape for her so i told her to play the first song out loud and she knew the song Instantly. it has a long intro so she was like “i guess u did listen when i recommended u this song!! i knew you’d like it since u like rap so much!!” and then i started rapping and i shit u not. she started SCREAMING. like the initial reaction was her jaw dropping and then instinctively covering her mouth but when i kept going and she realised i wasn’t fucking around she just fucking screamed like a banshee. at the end during the sorry bit i threw off my jacket to reveal a got7 shirt on the inside and she fell off her chair and started rolling around on the floor. needless to say it was every bit as satisfying as i thought it’d be LMAOOOO afterwards her ass was like “I CANT BELIEVE U HID THIS FROM ME FOR OVER A YEAR” and when i tried to explain my ego couldn’t take the “i told u so” she was like “you know i wouldn’t have made fun of you for it right? i would just be glad you’re not hating on my boys anymore” so basically i’m a big dramatic fool and she was always too good for me.

don’t mind the weird spaces here my ipad is being all fucky wucky w me rn. damn sad to hear ur sideblog experience didn’t go so well, i’d have shown u the cool side of the fandom if i knew 😤😤 leading u thru the cursed halls of kpop stan tumblr like a sketchy tour guide that’s actually 3 small raccoons stacked on top of each other like a trench coat, like “over here we have the fanfic writers that honestly need to publish a book, over here we have the gif makers that are responsible for my entire camera roll, if we take a quick swerve past the death threat anons and the twt fanwar screenshots - mind ur feet bub the 14 year olds were tryna make a grab for ur ankles - ah here’s the holy grail of shitposts, you might be here for hours, to the right we have the weird aussie side of the fandom that projects our childhoods onto chanlix but also all the members as we decide what their life in australia would’ve been like, and down there is a secret trapdoor to the blogs w endless random headcanons that will make you laugh, cry or blush depending on if the author woke up and decided to choose violence today. enjoy your Stay!” but then again i’m not so active on tumblr anymore (ngl you’ve become the highlight of my tumblr experience these days, interaction wise,) so maybe all my Local Hotspots are inactive now. i know a bunch of them are, it’s sad. “i don’t fw stan twitter for the same reason i don’t hang out in meth dens” oop. guess i’m a meth addict. no but i get u i rly do, it’s a hellhole out there, but the fact that things get shared and spread a lot easier than on tumblr and how short most things have to be (therefor keeping up w my adhd attention span without having to resort to the mental torture that is tiktok, with the added bonus of not always needing headphones.) that i just. couldn’t leave if i tried. maybe i should try being active on tumblr again but it’s a dying site in comparison.

“their music doesn’t consistently hit for me as much as skz” i’m sorry we can’t be friends anymore. what. what. you don’t dramama ramama ramama hey? you don’t feel a little jealousyyyyyy, naega anin? you don’t shoot out, shoot out, shoot out, or aremdaeun love killa love killa? you can’t be your hero du du du du du du du du du dududu? u disappoint me. literally like everyone i know who likes skz music likes mx music like it’s a rite of Passage. they’re kindred spirits, monsta x music is like skz’s music’s cool but mildly heterosexual older brother. neither of them know what a bad song is it runs in the family. and both their music runs in my VEINS. whenever i describe my music taste they’re always the first two that come to mind, skz being my number 1 bc they are my best boys but mx bc of the Flavour. pls listen to the entire the code album then get back to me 😤🙌 ok but fr ur so right they are 7 of the finest men i ever seen (yes i say 7 bc i’m including wonho cause he deserved better and i’ll die on my ot7 bullshit.) like don’t get me started on them either LOL i LITERALLY downloaded that one insta video of changkyun working out his back n arm muscles w his tattoo showing bc i needed that shit saved for Science. they could do Anything w me like frfr. yes vixx is the bdsm contract group i’m telling ya they wildin. or at least they were. it’s been years since their last comeback idk what they’re doing anymore tbh. and yeah that makes sense, savouring the hyperfixation i feel it, but also i’m so attached to skz that i never let it die. like i hyperfixate on other things and other groups but i will Always go back to skz cause they’re my homeboys. hell, they’re my home. being a predebut stay i’ve spent more time w skz than most of my actual family members at this point. but that’s just me you do u boo xx just know that if ur anything like me ur never letting go once skz it’s been my longest lasting fixation cause they hit like Nothing Else Do. ik i’ve already said that but i cannot stress it enough. they’re really special. i’m gonna stop here before i get all sappy and emotional bc i really love those boys so fucking much and i don’t drop the L bomb often. SIDE NOTE I WOULD LIKE TO SEE UR LIST OF GROUPS RANKED BY THORSt. i need to judge ur Taste. and omg cat&dog is such a guilty pleasure song bc the lyrics make me cringe so much bc while pet play can be fun they be doing it in more of an “i’m an innocent soft dogboy uwu” kinda way that just Does Not Sit Right with me. it comes back to the objectifying of asians that asians themselves don’t help in industries like these and maybe i’m looking too far into it when rly it is just wholesome n cute or maybe they are into some pet play shit idk idc i will bop to the song regardless but i will not acknowledge the lyrics nope.

YOURE RIGHT THO SKZ’S OPENNESS IS IN FACT, A BIG DEAL, i’ll grab them for u if u want but i found these twt threads of skz supporting the lgbt community and i just felt a special kind of happiness man like sure the delusional part of me likes going “haha they’re gay” bc my brain likes to imagine them as my polycule of mlm boyfriends bc sometimes thats what gives me the serotonin to get me thru the day ok don’t judge but also bc it’s nice knowing that yes i’ll never know them personally, but at least i can support them knowing they’d respect my gender identity and my pronouns, they’d respect who i choose to love, and that’s already more than the general public can say so shit, it is special! it’s special that they don’t treat being cishet like the norm - they constantly remove gender from their songs and speech entirely, they don’t assume all stays are female anymore, we don’t talk abt the babygirls incident cause we got babystays in the end outta that ok, and it’s just. so refreshing and important to me bc i can’t get that anywhere else!! like my semi ults are the boyz and while i love them very much and there’s no way all 11 of them are straight i refuse, i do get just a little bit sad whenever they she/her their fandom by default and call them their girlfriends n shit even tho i do still identify as a girl, i’m also genderfluid/nonbinary/transmasc, and i have a very love/hate relationship w my womanhood and rarely use she/her pronouns, cause it’s like, do you not see me? see us? the ones who aren’t cishet women? i mean i know kevin does bc he congratulated a fan who came out as nb but it’s just not the same as the openness we get w skz. like how do i trust cishets i could be supporting them as a queer person when in reality they’d call me a slur. what would i know, behind the screen? so it’s so good that skz go the extra mile to make it a safe space for everyone. this is already long enough i will reply to the second half of that ask in another message… tomorrow cause it’s 1am and i’m tired gn -felix bi anon

I'mma have to start putting these under a readmore so that i don't absolutely make everything who is still following me for some reason go totally fucking insane 😂

NDJDHWJJAHFNAKBSJSBFBHHDBDNAJD YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE FACES I WAS MAKING READING THIS, I WAS FUCKING CACKLING AND GASPING EVERY OTHER SENTENCE SO HARD THAT I SCARED THE CATS NDJWHSHSB the fact that you went "oh you want me to get into kpop? Give me a hot minute, and I'll give you a whole ass private concert for free" biduehsjdbd biiiiiiiiiiitch you're a fucking ICON, I stg I could NEVER 😂 (and not just because I couldn't find a tune if you gave me a printed set of Google maps directions and that I embody the steriotype that white people can't dance, like my sister kept sensing me tiktoks of the whole "dance like a white girl" trend going lmfao look it's you and eventually I was like "sis please this trend has me feeling like being white is a disability and these mothafuckers are being ableist 😭 also I could NEVER be that on beat so yall ain't even doin it right 😭😭😭😭"). Tbh if I told one of my friends (lol what friends, i got jokes) to get into Skz and they showed up at my bday and performed the entirety of I Got It I would simply shower them in money and go "aight everyone else go home, you are no longer needed, you are being laid off, your position has been eliminated, we're downsizing, the company is moving up and you're moving out, you are not qualified for this role any longer, best of luck with future endeavors" 😊

I think part of the reason I can't deal w Twitter is the exact reason I refuse to leave tumblr, in that I've been on tumblr since 2006 and twt since 2008, and tumblr literally has not changed at all, not even a little, whereas going from the early days of twt where there were no corporate sponsorships or ads and you had to manually copy and paste someone's tweet and @ them to retweet it, to how it is now, like 90% ads and showing me shit from the timelines of people I don't even fuckin follow n whatnot, it's just not enjoyable. Idk how anyone finds anything on twt, it confuses and frustrates me because I am old and have not adapted well to technology changing 😂 But arguably, the skz fanbase doesn't want me on skztwt anyways so like it works for both of us lmfaooo. I am old and cringey, and also still think of twt as stream of consciousness whereas tumblr is your teenage bedroom where you can decorate the walls with anything that interests you. I do really love the nonsensical kpoptwt shitposts tho fhshsbdjjss like it is a very specific flavor of mental instability that I enjoy immensely 😂 OH and also I initially misread part of that and thought you were saying you actually irl do meth and I was like 😳 WHAT DO I SAY TO THAT. HOW DO I HANDLE THIS. Like how do I express like "I wasn't being judgy of people who use substances cause I've been there but I was just being insensitive 😳" And then went back and reread it and was like WHEW, IM JUST AN ILLITERATE FOOL 😂😂😂😂 ejeywhdhrhjwbfbdjshdhdhd I spent like an hour bwign like "IS THE REASON WE GET ALONG BECAUSE THEY'RE ON METH???? WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS INFORMATION??????" hrhehshe I am literally a fuckin idiot it's fine

It's not that I don't fw them, it's more like... Okay so like there is no situation in which I am going to skip a skz song if it comes on shuffle. You will not ever catch me NOT in the mood to listen to Sunshine, if God's Menu comes on we are THROWIN the meager amount of booty meat I got hither and thither, I could be in the happiest mood of my life but if Ex comes on I will stop to SOB. And I'm not like that with most music, so mx just falls into the category of "there is a time and place." Idk why but it just doesn't forcibly grab hold of my heart and ass the way skz always does. I really don't WANT my skz fixation to ever end, but I know that eventually it'll stop giving me dopamine bevause my brain is my worst fucking enemy 🙃 like my arcana fixation is to date the longest running hyperfixation I've ever had, going on almost three years, and I used to not be able to spend every single second of every day thinking about Asra, but now... I just feel nothing when I look at arcana stuff. As you can probz tell by the fact that I hardly post arcana anymore 😂 So I know that eventually all my happiness will end, it always does, I can never stay just as obsessed with something as I was for long. I CANT SHARE THE LIST BECAUSE I DONT *HAVE* TASTE YET 😭 I'm basically just compiling a list of any group someone tells me I should look into, ranked by how strong the kitty purred upon googling pics of them 😂 My mom read my ass to FILTH over txt lmfao she was like "they're not that adorable. Maybe your standard for adorableness has gone down with You Know Who still on hiatus 🤔" bfjwhdhd like MOMMAAAAA THE LIBRARY IS CLOSED 😂 she attacks me any time I even hint at stanning other groups, she is a skz purist and stans skz only, unofficial Momma Stay of All Stays keeping me in check lmfao.

I feel like skz really do follow thru on their promise that they're a safe space for stays, it's nice to see that they hold space for anyone and everyone in their fanbase and do it in a really simple and elegant way, I feel. Like they never make it seem like "okay here are the fans and here are the token weirdos that were only recognizing to make a buck off of them" the way a lot of artists make it feel like 😑 like they don't go out of their way to act like it's some revolutionary act to do the bare minimum of not shitting on certain parts of the fandom, if that makes sense. They feel very "yeah, of course we love all our stays, this is a welcoming space for literally anyone, that's how it should be, that should be normal," instead of like "Hi fans we love you 😊 and special shoutout to you ell gee bee tee folk, make sure to buy my rainbow merch after the show!!!" you know? Like, they're the friends who would never make you feel weird or different for some shit, the friends that take the attention off you if something they know ur sensitive about comes up, instead of weirdly snapping at whoever brought the unfomfy thing up which ruins the mood and makes you feel tiwce as bad, yk? They just give off this vibe that they, and the space they create with their music, is just a genuine and chill place to be and hang out and relax and bond. I feel like they'd be the friend group that is so goofy and sweet and silly and accepting and lovely and always makes you feel loved and excited to be alive 🥺 They are all good noodles 🥺🥺🥺

#felix-bi-anon #asksteppie

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fanfiction-inc · 5 years ago

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Baptism of The Fathers Betrothed (Chapter I)

Series: Welcoming The Bride

Verse: Far Cry 5

Characters/Pairings: Joseph Seed/ Reader, John Seed, Jacob Seed, Faith Seed

Rating: T for Teen

Warnings: Potential drowning, Baptist and Christian vibes, lots of religion, but lets be real, this is the Seed family! Induction ceremonies, family love.

Word Count: 2283

Summary: Joseph Seed has fallen in love and wants to marry the woman of his dreams. But what kind of process must that include to be fully his?

Link to Ao3 Version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22995019/chapters/54978007#workskin

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Silence among the church, soft reds, blues, yellows and so on filtering in from the stained glass among the windows all around. A clear of his throat, all eyes on him and he begins with the faintest of smiles that held his joy. This sermon was special, after all. He knew the intended audience would get such. “The Bible says we are to love one another. We are to hold them close, to savor their beings and we are to make them into one with ourselves if it is destined by the lord above and the man or woman before you. The message we hear, the message we read is simple. In the book of John, it is stated “For this is the message you have heard from the beginning: we should love one another", and in the book of Matthew, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind.' This is the greatest and most important commandment. The second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself'" Now, I know love can lead to lust, and lust can be the worst among the sins, as is wrath, but my children, lust is not a sin when matrimony is in place.” He adjusted his aviators, a clear of his throat and his eyes fixated on the woman sitting in the second row behind the family pew. Her body was relaxed, gaze returning his own and smile big as always. Her smile was infectious, drawing his own to grow before returning to the sermon before him.

“While love is a wonderful, warm feeling, it is not only a feeling. In fact, according to the Bible, love is primarily an active interest in the well-being of another person.” A single glance stolen to the front pew, the knowing looks giving an encouraging glint. He takes a deep breath, moving from behind the podium with arms outstretched before his congregation, those who looked on in awe. The colors of the stained glass dance over his bare skin, tattoos and scars glistening under such. The woman watched as he moved to stand before everyone in the pews, looking among them. “Or perhaps it is in the matrimony of a person. One allows their love to develop, to flutter and grow. If God had not made love an emotion, a feeling and so beyond...then why would he have made my love for my family? For you, my children, my congregation…” He looked to the woman, meeting those bright eyes. “My angel, (First name)?” He held a hand out to the woman, watching as her cheeks redden and she stands, taking the mans hand before he brings her own to his lips, gently brushing them against her knuckles. He lowered down before her, the room fluttering with a number gasps and shock when he sits before her on one knee, never letting go of her hand, the free one reaching back into his pocket and pulling out a small, velvet box. “Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life….(First name), will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? My beloved angel that will walk hand in hand with me to Eden's Gate? Will you marry me, and become (First name) Seed?”

She was frozen, watching those desperate eyes look on to her own behind yellow tinted aviators, his fingers moving to remove them and view hers with those blue eyes that had drawn her into his company. Those blue eyes that made her stay at his side when the conflicts with the Resistance began, that brought her into his service and kept her safe from harm the night they came for him. The locust in the garden. That smile she's woken up to from nights of staying over, the same smile that watched her take care of the children of his congregation and begin his teachings with the younger generation. She was his angel, his sweetened woman…”Yes.” He was now shocked, stammering. “W-Wait...Did you just say yes?” Her smile grows and with careful ease of getting down before him and careful of the dress she worse, she cupped his cheeks, forehead against his own. “Yes, Joseph...I want to be your wife.” His lips were against her own in seconds, the start of the clapping and cheers coming from the front of the church where his family stands, and soon the rest of the congregation cheering on the new couple before them. He separated from her lips, standing with her and slips the ring onto her finger. This was the start of it all.

The start of their new lives.

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Slow steps with joined hands and gentle exchange of glaces lead the way down the path to the lake below. The sun shines brightly through the tree branches overhead, creating an almost sort of glow to the future brides skin. A loving tone against her ear, her husband whispering such sweet words that leaves her in giggling fits that were followed by his own sounding chuckles. Each step was steady, each sway of their arms a gentle motion. Three months after the proposal, Joseph had grown impatient. He couldn’t handle the thought of the woman not being in his arms, in his bed with him or by his side as he gave his sermons. He couldn’t imagine them not being joined as one, and so he begged for the wedding to be sooner...For their family traditions to be done the day before. The generations gave was to the immersion of their family, his father immersing his wife, his grandfather before them his, so on and so forth. Now it was his turn...But he wasn’t the one to be baptizing her today.Slowly their steps draw to a stop when the waters graze the tips of their shoes, Joseph's finely polished leather shoes taking a turn to face the woman at his side, forehead resting against her own and eyes simply staying connected with her own. “My angel, my darling...Today you are to join our family, to finally be introduced as a true member, and tomorrow we shall make it truly official. We’ll be one, souls intertwined and together once the words “I do” follow...now I need your absolute trust. I need to know that you will be okay with this, that you will be fine with what is about to happen. Are you ready?”

The woman lightly clutched the lapels of the mans suit jacket, lips gently turning up into that sweet smile that always brought him calm in his chaotic life. Those sweet eyes making his own smile grow and the words that made his heart flutter slipping out like honey from the wooden stir stick. “I’m ready to be one with you, Joseph.” A quick kiss was shared, gentle and innocent but wanting for more. They would just have to wait. Joseph stepped away from the waters edge to stand with his brother and sister, watching the younger of the group approach the woman, shoes already off but suit perfectly dry as he stands within the waters of the shore. They were far cooler than the hot summer air, but it was a relief to the body. John outstretched his hand to the woman as she cautiously took his own, white gown fluttering in the light breeze before flattening out as they went within the waters of the lake. He goes waist deep, hands supporting the shorter woman before him. Her abdomen was submerged beneath the cool waters, goosebumps littering her skin and heart beginning to hammer. His hand raised, water droplets falling from his fingers to her forehead, and a smile grows. “Lets begin. Today, we are here for the baptism of (First name) (Last name), a member of our wayward flock and soon-to-be sister in law of the Seed family. We shall go right into the ceremony, then we shall celebrate with our new sister as she has been bled of sin.” John allowed her closer to him, a hand placing against the back of her neck right on the nape, long fingers curling and holding her with firm fingers. His other hand eases beneath her legs, supporting her at the thigh as he tilts her back, aiding her in floating on the surface of the lake. His voice grows muffled due to the waters, but the shift of his gaze is what makes her heart begin to beat steadily. The night before, John had promised to not let her drown. Though he had a chuckle and smirk that followed, He was joking...right? Her pulse began to grow harder, fingers shaking among the water as his hands slipped from her body, letting her float freely.

“Baptism, which corresponds to this, now saves you, not as a removal of dirt from the body but as an appeal to God for a good conscience, through the resurrection of Jesus Christ." To meet our lord, you much descend among the depth and purge yourself of your sins. Among the water, you must declare then revoke them, and allow our lord among yourself. The waters will wash your sins, will clear your mind and leave you fresh for the acceptance of our lord and our family.” A brush of his fingers to clear her hair from her face and he brings a hand back to be beneath her. He placed one on the back of her head, his other hand moving from her face to her chest and placing flatly between her breast within the white dress. A glance to Joseph and a small nod follows. “Hold your breath.” The only warning sounding before he puts her beneath the waters, watching the bubbles rise and how her eyes close to hide from the particles within the lake. “Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned.” So says Matthew. “There is one body and one Spirit, just as you were called to one hope when you were called; one Lord, one faith, one baptism; one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all.” So says Ephesians. You will be free of all past traumas, of all bad and return to the surface as the innocence you extrude. Be purged and be free.”

Within the next minute, she had began to panic, looking up to the man who kept speaking, who met her gaze with that grin and watched when she began to struggle. Her hands reach up to clutch at his wrist holding her chest down, trying to push up, to rise to the surface and yet he wouldn’t let up. Her nails began to dig, her legs began to kick and as quickly as her lungs began to fill with water, he brings her back up. “And so your sins have been purged, my child of God. Your past has been freed and you are within the love and acceptance of God...of us.” He held her close against his chest as she coughed and sputtered, clearing her lungs of the water that lingered and simply catching her breath as the small group clapped from the shoreline. Johns hand pats her back gently, free hand raising her to tilt her chin towards him and do the same as her soon-to-be husband does to her, that her new brother and sister waiting among the shore do when they accept the woman she has become. “Didn’t I say I wouldn’t let ya’ drown?” The softness of his voice, the sweetness within those blue eyes much like his brothers own and smile as bright as the moment someone successfully atones. “Lets get you back to the shore.” He helps lead her along, Joseph meeting then where the water touches the tips of his shoes and arms going around the soaking wet woman. She held onto him tightly, face buried away in his neck due to the way he held her. “You’re my perfect angel, (First name). All mine.” The whisper of his voice made the other shiver, kiss placed to the others temple before separating when the tallest of the brothers brings her smaller form into a bruising embrace, gruff voice fluttering in the air with a near appreciation of the smaller woman. “You’ve been welcome in this family before this moment, you know that, right?” He grinned. “This is just a measure...But welcome. We’re happy to have you.” In Jacobs mind, it was a breath of calm air in this family, the one normal aspect to it all. Faith damn near knocks the woman over when her arms envelope her, giggle sounding and joy bubbling up in the sweetest of ways. “Oh, I’ve always wanted a sister!”

The path back up was steady, hands once again intertwined and shoulders bumping as they go on. His jacket was over her shoulders, keeping her warm as the sun began to set and the night air began to chill the area around them. Each step was quiet, each word sounding from the siblings as the pick on each other and tease the newly joined member. John approached at his brothers side, hand slapping down on his back and grin keeping in place. “So, you ready to marry her?” His voice whispered near his ear. An air of confidence floods Joseph as he looked to the younger Seed, smile growing as his eyes seem to damn near brighten.

“Yeah. As ready as I’ll ever be.”

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#far cry 5 #joseph seed #Joseph Seed/Reader #Joseph Seed x Reader #John Seed #Jacob Seed #Faith Seed #potential drowning #Baptist and Christian vibes #lots of religion #but lets be realthis is the Seed family! Induction ceremonies

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heoneyology · 6 years ago

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are you taking requests??? if you are and only if it’s not a problem!!! can i request the fluff #2 (“is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”) with seonghwa? ily thank you in advance 💝💝

aHHH YUKI I AM SORRY THIS TOOK A WHILE??? also I am so sorry it’s so long oh my god…

—fluff; prompt 2; “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

Laughter surrounds you, picking up until it has almost deafeningly spread among your friend group as something is said. Infectiously, it spreads through each one of you, finally overtaking you. You stumble, almost spilling out of the restaurant under the added weight of another after your friend group as the laughter overtakes you.

Immediately, Yunho turns around and is grabbing that extra baggage by the name of Park Seonghwa—your childhood best friend—that you’re carrying, shifting the weight of his drunken self you’re helping support so you can recollect yourself.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Yunho asks, and you nod, laughter subsiding.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just wasn’t expecting that to be so funny and I tripped.”

Yunho chuckles, but a worried expression flashes in his eyes as he glances between you and the slumped over Seonghwa, who is barely holding himself up on his own two feet, even with your help.

“Are you sure you can get him home by yourself?” Yunho asks, before sighing and shaking his head. “Why did he even drink so much?”

“He said something about having a hard time lately!” Hongjoong offers up from somewhere over Yunho’s shoulder, the drunken lilt in his own tone making you question how reliable of a source he was.

You rolled your eyes, mostly at Yunho’s concern, though you couldn’t help but consider Hongjoong’s words a little more. “Don’t worry so much, I’ll be fine. I’ve been his best friend for more than ten years. Getting him home in this state is a non issue.”

Yunho frowns at you, but nods slowly. Pursing your lips slightly, you pull your phone out of your pocket and fiddle with the screen a bit, before holding it up to him—displayed on the screen is a map.

“Look. Already called an uber. Don’t worry so much. You think I want to willingly drag this deadweight home?” You’d already done that enough in your high school days, when drinking behind your parents’ backs at your secret midnight hideout was something the two of you considered cool.

“Smart girl,” Yunho notes.

“Duh.”

After some drunken struggling and some more antics from Hongjoong, San, and Wooyoung—and attempted corralling from Jongho, the youngest who couldn’t drink, and the rest of the group, who had had the least to drink that night—you part ways with the group for the night, sharing “goodbyes” and “get home safes.” Of course, it takes a few more minutes after that, considering the second the first goodbye is uttered, San turns into an emotional drunk who thinks everyone is parting ways forever—which ends up being a contagious emotion that spreads to Wooyoung, and suddenly has the two turned into blubbering idiots.

Thankfully, Hongjoong ends up wandering off in a drunken stupor, commenting about the pretty street lights being fireflies—and forcing the rest of the group to follow, dragging the two crying drunks forcefully along with them.

Once quiet befalls the area, you let out a sigh. You’re suddenly grateful Seonghwa is a tired drunk. He’d always been easy to care for. Though getting him home, especially in the past during your teenage rebellion years, had always been an issue considering tired drunk often translated to passed out upright.

Shifting his weight on your shoulder causes him to grumble under his breath, and you glance at him curiously. As you wait for the uber to arrive, you can’t help but think back to Hongjoong’s words—“He said something about having a hard time lately!” A hard time with what? What could be bothering him so much lately, that he had to turn to taking a night to drink as much as he did? He wasn’t a lightweight, but he was usually very mindful of his alcohol intake. He hadn’t been tonight, though.

“Why didn’t you just come to me first, if something was wrong?” You wonder aloud, mostly under your breath.

As the thought voiced aloud, turns over in your head once more, you study his strong features. Due to his drowsiness, they’re softened significantly. Seonghwa’s eyes are half-lidded, lashes fluttering against his sharp cheekbones as his lids twitch every now and again—lost somewhere between a state of consciousness and unconsciousness. His breath comes deeply, inhaling and exhaling, and you can’t help but notice the pout of his full lips, bottom lip jutting out.

Shaking your head and ridding yourself the image of his lips, you glance away.

Maybe nothing was wrong, and Seonghwa just wanted to let loose, a little. There was no reason to worry! After all, the words of a drunk, mulleted man spewing nonsense about street lamps being fireflies didn’t exactly fall under the category of a trustworthy source.

As the uber finally arrives, you have to shift Seonghwa’s weight again on your shoulder to open the car door, practically shoving him inside the vehicle. He let out slurred grumbles as you do so, and when you’re situated, you verify the address of your apartment with the driver before settling yourself back against the seat. As the car rolls forward, Seonghwa’s head rolls and lands on your shoulder. Accustomed to this sort of proximity with him, you don’t even glance his way.

However, the words that leave Seonghwa’s mouth next—barely a whisper against your ear, and you’re almost certain you’ve imagined them—do cause you to glance at him in surprise: “I really am having a lot of trouble lately…” He mumbles. For someone so out of it, the words aren’t as unintelligible as you’d expect.

“What?” You whisper, peering at him curiously. When nothing is immediately said, you give your shoulder a small shrug, watching as his head bobs. For the moments that pass, nothing but deep breathing comes from Seonghwa, and you frown, glancing away and out the window.

You start in surprise when you feel Seonghwa’s head roll back and forth on your shoulder, an imperativeness to the action that has you pulling your gaze away from the window, just as he whines, “It really is so hard, liking you, Y/N. I’m having so much trouble lately.” His words have the lilt of alcohol, slurred, but coherent enough for you to raise your brows at his declaration in surprise.

In your chest, you feel your heart stutter in surprise. “What?”

Though his voice has risen, you still aren’t quite sure you’ve heard his words—not just correctly, but at all. You glance at the driver, noting through the rearview mirror that their lips are twitching in amusement at the sudden drunken confession taking place in the backseat of their car.

Seonghwa, however, is in his own world, and doesn’t hear your shocked question. There’s a drunken determination as he continues, somewhere between his half-asleep, half-conscious state—possibly unaware that you’re even listening to him. “Yunho was being too nice to you tonight! I didn’t like it!”

You bite your lip. Yunho? Being too nice? That was his standard personality. Was Seonghwa playing some sort of joke? People were supposedly more honest when they were drunk, right…? That’s what you had heard, anyway.

“I like you,” as he says it, Seonghwa turns his face into your shoulder, and you stiffen, surprise deepening further. “So much. Too much. For too long. It’s not fair, you don’t notice…”

But you have noticed, you think to yourself. Or rather, you’d noticed Seonghwa—maybe not his feelings, but you’d noticed your own feelings, for him. You couldn’t really remember when, exactly, they’d come about and when the realization had dawned on you. You’d always been so comfortable around him, and he’d been your friend for so long that things were always so comfortable in his presence. But somewhere along the way, there were specific smiles, specific actions, and specific words that would cause your heart to lurch in your chest and butterflies to form in your stomach.

You’re almost grateful when the car finally rolls to a stop, practically suffocating with Seonghwa’s words that hang heavy in the air and your own emotions in a turmoil. Thanking the driver, you pull Seonghwa out of the car with all of your strength, coaxing him as needed until he’s slumped against you for support again and you’re on the way up the stairs to your apartment. It takes a great effort, a lot of patience, and a lot of time for you to finally make it up the stairs and into the comfort of your home.

You deposit Seonghwa on the couch, as you have done so many times before. You manage to pull his jacket off, find a blanket and extra pillow, and making sure he’s rolled and propped onto his side, with a wastepaper basket within reach just in case he decides to get sick. You can’t remember the last time Seonghwa had been so drunk he’d gotten sick, though. Once you’re certain he’ll be fine on his own for a few, you head off to take a shower and wash out the smell of charcoal, barbecue, and alcohol from your hair and off your body.

In comfy pajamas, you head back to the living room and take up the arm chair, where you watch Seonghwa dutifully, in case he does get sick. At some point, you doze off.

When you wake up the next morning, it’s the insistent opening and closing of your kitchen cabinets—a noise that startles you awake. You blink, trying to push past the drowsiness, glancing around in slight alarm as you take in your surroundings, not remembering falling asleep.

“Tea, tea, tea—what the heck, where did the tea get moved to?” Seonghwa is mumbling to himself from the kitchen grumbling with every cupboard he opens and closes, his search for what he’s looking for coming up empty-handed each time. By the time he reaches the last few cupboards, he’s groaning, a hand coming to his forehead and a complaint about a pounding headache falling from his mouth.

“Tea boxes are in the drawer next to the stove now—” You call softly as a yawn falls from your lips. With the yawn, the last of your exhaustion leaves you, and realization starts to settle over you.

The dinner last night. Seonghwa’s drunk confession. Seonghwa sleeping on your couch—which wasn’t new, but meant something different, this time.

Seonghwa, having finally found some tea, turns around finally. “Finally,” the desperate relief in his voice is audible. “Thank you, I’d been looking for so—wait, Y/N, why are you blushing?”

“What?” You squeak out, hands darting up to your face. Sure enough, you can feel the blood that has pooled to your cheeks as you cup your face in your hands. “I-I’m not.”

Seonghwa is quick to discard the box of tea bags, moving from the kitchen to the living room. He stops in front of your arm chair, leaning down close and immediately pressing a palm against your forehead. “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that? Or are you sick? Maybe hungover, too?”

“No!” You drop your hands from your face, shoving his hand away quickly.

“Then why—” Seonghwa’s question falls from his lips, as he studies you. There’s curiosity in his eyes at first, and he studies you—the way you’re stiff under his gaze, the blush that taints your cheeks, the hard set of your jaw and the wild look in your eyes.

He’s known you for years. He knows how to read you like an open book. The two of you had practically grown up together.

It doesn’t take long for the curiosity in Seonghwa’s eyes to dim to realization, then darken to a sort of deep-rooted panic. “Oh my god,” he breaths out, suddenly jumping back from you.

“Why are you blushing like that?!” You throw the question back at him, watching as a pink tint flushes over his face.

He throws his hands over his face instead of answering. “Oh my god, I thought that was a dream!”

#mingictzen #atzwriters #seonghwa imagine #seonghwa scenario #seonghwa fic #ateez fic #ateez scenario #ateez imagine #okay but can you see hongjoong drunk.... kljdfjsdfl #m.writes

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cagedbirdsong · 7 years ago

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the night we met; part one

hello everyone! after a verra long (and admittedly much needed) hiatus, i am back! so sorry for the disappearance. but, i come bearing gifts! this is just a short little piece inspired by the song “the night we met” by lord huron. this will be a two part project, so catch the next piece sometime soon!

all my love and thanks! feedback is welcomed, encouraged, and appreciated! enjoy :)

I am not the only traveler who has not repaid his debt.

He hunched his shoulders, bracing himself against a fresh gust of chilly wind. It wreathed itself around him, whipping his hair across his cheeks, and he clapped a hand to his head to keep his hat from being lost to the woods. Beneath him, his horse Arabus snorted once and shook his head, a small, fine dusting of water spraying off.

It had snowed earlier, just a brief dusting that made the ground crunch slightly underfoot and powdered the brim of his hat. A small collection of flakes had gathered on the gelding’s neck and mane but had long since melted, leaving both horse and rider damp and chilly. Jamie shuddered involuntarily against the cold and cupped his hands to his mouth in an attempt to warm his fingers.

Behind him, a twig snapped, and Jamie sat up immediately, swiveling around in the saddle with one hand already on his pistol. Arabus whipped his head around as well, ears pricked and eyes wide. He shifted his feet uneasily and gave a soft whinny. A small bead of sweat trickled down Jamie’s spine, and he licked his lips, relaxing after a moment. “Just the woods,” he murmured, leaning forward to pat the animal’s neck. “Nothin’ ta fash about.” Still, he risked a second glance over his shoulder. There was still nothing there. He let out a deep breath, fixed his cloak around his shoulders, and turned back around when he caught it out of the corner of his eye.

It was nothing, really, could have been a shadow or a trick of the imagination, but his mouth went suddenly dry and he reined Arabus to a stop, staring into the darkening woods. It had begun to snow again, ever so slightly, and he could have sworn there was a figure there, among the saplings. If he closed his eyes, he could see it clearly, coming towards him…

A shriek of delight split the air, and he reeled back as the figure came hurtling out of the woods. It was a woman, of all things, with her skirts clutched in her hands and her hair a flyaway mess around her head. For a moment, his heart constricted at the sight of her, at the sight of those dark curls, all too familiar, and he swallowed harshly as she bolted past him. He had no time to see her face, she was moving so quickly, and he opened his mouth to speak when suddenly an answering laugh echoed from the woods - one that made his blood run cold.

It was his laugh.

He looked back to the gap in the trees the woman had come from, hands shaking ever so slightly, and watched as his own face materialized from the shadows, grinning ear to ear, cheeks flushed red with cold and exertion. “Christ,” he whispered and crossed himself, heart hammering. What kind of devilish tomfoolery? The demon-Jamie seemed to be focused on something behind him, and Jamie’s wame twisted. If he was looking at himself, then that could only mean the woman… the curls, the laugh…

When he turned, Claire’s face was beaming at him, flush and ruddy and gorgeous in the dying light. His breath caught in his throat, and a choked noise constricted in his chest. He leaned towards her, eyes impossibly wide, and stretched out one shaking hand.

She looked right past him, at the Jamie who had stepped out of the woods, and he blinked once, harshly, sitting back in the saddle to watch his own memories play out in front of him.

“That’s close enough!” Claire giggled, bending down to scoop a heaping handful of dry snow up from the ground. Jamie grinned, took a tentative step closer. “I said close enough!” Claire was smiling madly, doing her best to tame the wad of powder in her hands into something resembling a ball.

Jamie took another step, stooping down for his own handful of snow. “Oh? And what do ye plan on doing ta stop me?” He ducked, howling, and narrowly missed the makeshift snowball, catching instead a shower of the powdery debris as it broke apart in the air. “Oh, ye’ve asked for it now, ye wee besom!” He bent to gather even more snow into his own hands, and Claire turned tail, laughing wildly as she dashed for the trees, hiking her skirts up once more.

He caught up to her in a few easy strides as she waded through the snow, scooping here and there to try and amass some of the wetter patches. She froze when she heard him behind her, and whirled, snowball raised behind her head, a look of triumph glittering in her eyes. The flush had spread down her neck, and her chest was heaving. They froze, locked in a stalemate, both grinning like fools.

The world exploded in a powdery cloud of white, and the two of them dissolved into giggles as they collapsed together, supporting one another even as they almost toppled into the piling drifts. They staggered upright, heading back towards the path, where the snow was shallower, and Jamie wrapped his plaid easily around her shoulders, Claire sidling up to his side. She slipped her hands inside his coat, seeking the warmth from his torso, and he rubbed a hand briskly along her arm, pressing his lips to the top of her head. “I do love ye, my wee white witch.” He brushed a small heap of snow from her shoulder and she grinned up at him, face glowing.

“I know.” One icy hand reached up to touch his face, rasp along the stubble of his jaw, fist in his hair and draw him in for a long, slow, kiss…

Jamie leaned forward once more, nearly out of the saddle, desperately clinging to the memory. He could feel her, how cold her fingers would be on the back of his neck, how warm her mouth was against his. How soft and yielding. He called her name, eyes welling, and shut his eyes against a breeze blowing stinging bits of snow against his cheeks. When he opened his eyes, the vision was gone, and the hollow in the pit of his stomach yawned wider.

He settled himself heavily into the saddle, drawing in on himself and trying to wrap his cloak more tightly around his body. “Just ghosts, man,” he whispered, castigating himself for his vulnerability, “only ghosts.” Still, the lingering heat of that ghost burned hot on his skin and in his mind, and he screwed his eyes shut momentarily.

When he opened them again, the path in front of him had widened, and he nearly gave a start at what horrible conjurings awaited him.

A young girl, no older than three, stood balanced on the white beams of a fence, one tiny hand clutching the rails as the other was reached as far out as possible on the other side, mitten-clad and clutching a carrot. She wore a hat tucked snug down around her ears, but riotous auburn curls flew free in every direction, fluttering in the breeze and catching bits of snow. Jamie sat frozen, jaw hanging slack as the scene unfolded.

The child’s jacket restricted her movement, and she made a small, impatient noise in the back of her throat, trying to thrust her hand out further. “Hawsee!” She squealed in delight, enraptured by a fat little pony, and nearly vibrated with energy as the inquisitive thing wandered over, sniffing curiously at her hand before snatching up the carrot. The wee beastie leaned his head towards her and gave a sharp whinnie, and the girl lost her grip on the railing, eyes blown wide as she flung herself back, not realizing she would lose her balance. She landed squarely on her rump in the snow, her face a perfect picture of surprise, sapphire eyes wide and empty as her mind processed.

“Bree, darling, are you alright?” Jamie turned his head sharply, in time to see Claire seem to materialize from nowhere. His breath hitched at the sight of her, so lean and graceful, clad in the strangest clothes he had ever seen. Her face radiated, her hair peeking out from beneath her hat just like the girl’s - Bree’s. Once more, his eyes stung, and he swallowed harshly.

Bree looked up at Claire suddenly, blinked, and the trance was broken. The look of astonishment transformed into a face-splitting grin, and she shrieked in delight, making the fat little pony toss his head. “MUMMY! Hawsee!” She scrambled to her feet, clutching at Claire’s hand, pulling her towards the fence.

Claire smiled, reaching out to tug her daughter’s hat back down, and took her hand to allow herself to be led over to the fence. “Yes, love, that’s a horsie. Can you say hello? He’s very handsome, isn’t he?”

Bree’s chest heaved as she took a deep breath, cheeks red and shiny as wee apples. “Hi hawsie! You very hansum!”

Claire dropped a kiss on the top of the girl’s head, and picked her up, balancing her easily on her waist. “Look Bree, hold out your hand like this, let him give it a little sniff, sweetheart.” She held her own hand out, palm up, in demonstration. After a moment of watching her, Bree thrust her hand out as well. The pony, noticing a lack of treats but not entirely doubting their presence, took a few steps closer and snuffled his lips along first Claire’s hand, and then Bree’s. Claire smiled, looking down at her face as the most angelic expression of bliss took the little redhead over. She pursed her lips, making little cooing noises in the back of her throat, eyes fixated on the pony.

A sob ripped unbidden from Jamie’s chest, rattling in his throat and causing barely suppressed tears to roll in freezing tracks down his face.

As if she heard it, Claire’s head whipped up, her eyes scanning over him and then back. They passed by him a second time, and then her face changed, and suddenly Claire was looking right at him. And she wasn’t just looking in his direction, either. She was seeing him. He was sure of it. Her face fell, contorted for a brief second in a mask of emotion, and her mouth opened to form words, her own eyes growing shiny.

A sudden gust of wind, borne up from nowhere, ripped through the trees and sent his ghosts disappearing into a flurry of white. He was alone again, and yet Jamie swore he heard the trees sigh his name, and his heart cried out.

#cagedbirdsong #outlander fanfic #outlander fanfiction #oneshot #the night we met #jamie fraser #claire fraser #jamie x claire #starz outlander

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happy-meo · 8 years ago

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Save Me. (Yoongi x Reader) PROLOGUE.

"It swallowed me, this lunatic. Please save me tonight. Within this childish madness, you will save me tonight." - ["Save Me" - BTS]

Summary: It was an unprecedented love that bloomed within the halls of your high school, until secret words were overheard, and shattered the budding romance. It changed your life forever, leading you down a path you had never thought you would be on-- training to become a secret agent. You chose it to escape Yoongi and the results of how things ended between you two, but as fate would have it, that very same choice ended up leading you right back to him. Will you be able to save your clients and solve mysteries together despite your history? Will you be able to save each other? Will you able to save yourself...from yourself?

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jin & all the other BTS members)

Secret Agent AU

Mystery, Action, Angst, & Fluff (contains some violence, mentions of murder, death, and bullying)

PARTS: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (Finale) | Bonus: The Letter

A/N: Hi everyone ~ Sorry it’s been a little while since I’ve updated! But I’m happy to present to you my new story ^_^ & CONGRATS TO BTS FOR WINNING TOP SOCIAL ARTIST AT THE BBMAS WOOOO! Let me know if the “Keep Reading” link doesn’t work!

It was a cliché high school love story, without the happily-ever-after.

You were one of the quietest and most diligent students in your high school, a shadow to most students, but preferred and known by all the teachers. On the other hand, Min Yoongi was extremely popular and beloved. You two were different ends of the spectrum; your orbits were never meant to interact. Gravity shouldn't have pulled you in stronger than it did.

And it wasn't love at first sight. Definitely not.

In fact, you were hardly concerned about the people around you, merely pleased with a good book under your nose. Until one day...

"Good morning Y/N!"

You glanced up from your dictionary to give one of the only people that you considered a friend, a warm smile.

"Good morning Jin." You greeted.

He had a bright aura, not too overwhelmingly positive, but friendly and comforting. Ever since the first day of your freshman year, you noticed he consistently made an effort to remember everyone's names and wish everyone a good morning. He was known and loved for his friendly personality, despite not being the most attractive or physically skilled. Jin was average by all means. He wore round glasses and an unfailingly bright smile, and never missing a haircut, a new hairstyle, or any changes from his fellow students. He was easy to get along with, and easy to like.

Even though you didn't really respond as enthusiastically as he did in conversation, the boy still continued talking to you, about everything and anything. It seemed he had a knack for reading people because every day, he gave you jokes and puns as a challenge. It really broke the ice, because you loved thought provoking questions so you found yourself really looking forward to them. You never got any right, which irritated you at first, but down the line, you ended up enjoying the way Jin would rush to the punch line then crack up at his own joke, slapping his knee or his leg in hysterics. You tried to shake your head in disapproval, but you couldn't help the smile or the giggle that surfaced, because his laugh was contagious and often times, his shamelessness at telling such lame jokes was so incredulous that all you could do was laugh along. And soon, it became a normal part of your day. So much so that almost every year after, you two chose to sit next to each other.

And nothing was any different, even now in your third year of high school. You were still close friends, still in the same class, still seated beside each other. You did open up a little more to a few other classmates, thanks to Jin's infectious personality, but you still preferred your books, your quiet life away from attention and dramatics.

"I need you to do me a big favor." Jin grabbed your hands, his face and tone serious.

You glanced up at him worriedly. "What?"

"Hear me out first okay?"

"Jin, you're scaring me. Just tell me." You raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, so they're choosing the Class Officers today, and I really, REALLY want to be Class President for our Junior class." Jin whispered, looking around cautiously just in case someone was listening in.

"Do you want me to nominate you?" You blinked.

"No..." Jin stared at you intently. "I want you to run for VP."

"What??" You bellowed, causing everyone to turn their attention to you two. Immediately, you pried your hands from Jin's so as to not be part of any dating rumors. You knew how vicious gossip could be.

"Shh!" Jin hissed and opened a book to make it look like he was checking answers or reading something with you.

"Why do you want me to be your VP?"

Jin shrugged. "You're like the only person I find reliable and trustworthy enough to keep me levelheaded. I tend to get carried away at times and fool around a little too much, and you always reel me back."

You exhaled, "Jin, no one even knows who I am. I won't stand a chance even if I run."

"Oh please." Jin waved his hand. "Y/N, people know who you are and they know how studious, intelligent, and responsible you are. We'd make an awesome pair! Pleassseee!"

You stared at your friend, in contemplation. Your teachers had recommended you to join a club or activity to become well-rounded for college applications, and sports weren't too appealing to you. Maybe being part of the Class Council wouldn't be so bad, especially if you had a say in things, and Jin was leading it.

Jin grinned widely, already seeing your hesitation dwindle away with each new thought. "You're totally going to do it, and I love you so much."

You rolled your eyes. "Alright. I'll do it...only cause I need a club to join anyway. I need more than academic achievements on my college applications, and time's running out."

Jin embraced you tightly. "You're the best, Y/N! You won't regret it, I promise you!"

You chuckled and let him hug you.

And unsurprisingly, with Jin's support for your instatement as VP beside him, no one else dared to oppose you. So just like that, you made it on the Class Council, locked in to lead a class of students you hardly had spoken to, but always observed.

With one request, one choice, one step forward, you were thrown into the world of people. Standing in front of the entire class without a book to hide behind or a problem to quickly solve on the board, you meekly and nervously positioned yourself beside Jin. You weren't used to standing before a crowd, so bare, so vulnerable.

As Jin spoke, you took the time to look around and get accustomed to where you would be standing throughout the rest of the year. For the first time you truly looked up to scan the faces of your classmates. You had only really heard their voices, disregarding them out of shyness, out of fear. And in your innocent observation, your eyes coincidentally connected with one particularly quiet, mysterious, and handsome boy in your class.

Min Yoongi.

He always sat in the back corner of the classroom. You had never seen it yourself, but he would always get in trouble for staring out the window or for sleeping during class. Every word he spoke was either witty or blunt, and he was very nonchalant and relaxed, almost to the point where he looked like he didn't care about anything. However, he still maintained fantastic grades, and was one of the star players of the school basketball team. You two had been in the same class along with Jin for the past 3 years, so you knew him by name and from the very brief times you had spoken to him. But it was the first time you had truly taken the time to look at him closely.

Yoongi had always been alluring to you, not because of how he looked, though he was handsome no doubt, but because of how he acted. He never cut corners with his words, and he did whatever he wanted. It wasn't out of rebellion or out of an attempt to create a chic image, but it was just who he was. He stayed true to whatever he felt was right to do at the time. He was well-known, but wasn't boisterous. He had a confident air about him, without the inflated ego. And you would always find yourself the only one giggling or snorting at a witty comeback he would mumble in the middle of class. Not many people understood his wit, but you surely did. For someone who seemed to only have a max of two emotions - sleeping or sleepy, it was intriguing that he had a sense of humor.

You had had insignificant encounters with him before. Gazes locking as you passed through the hallways, fingers grazing as you passed papers back to him, lazy good mornings when he was half asleep walking into the classroom. You hated to admit it, but you had developed a very tiny crush on this popular boy. And you intended to keep it a secret. He was merely someone who intrigued you and caused your heart to flutter temporarily with any mere sign of his attention--nothing less, nothing more.

He hadn't been on your radar at all freshman year. You dismissed him as someone you would probably never get along with, given how students flocked towards him, and the occasional bullshit responses you heard him tell students and teachers. It made you laugh, no doubt, but it was also embarrassing to hear someone be so shameless. He was talented at sports, and didn't have a bad brain, but that was all you really cared to know about him at the time.

But then he captured you out of the blue during sophomore year.

You had stayed up until sunrise to cram for a big exam, and you had vowed to yourself to pull an all-nighter and not sleep. However, you betrayed your promise and opted on taking a quick nap to rest your mind and body. But napping caused you to wake up later than usual, so you had rushed to get ready and ran carelessly out of the house to make it to school before the bell rang. In your haste, you had forgotten your jacket. In your hurry, you didn't feel the frosty weather nipping at you as you ran. But you surely regretted your forgetfulness after school.

Dreading walking home in the freezing cold, you stared at the doors leading to the outside, trying to figure out alternate solutions. As you were contemplating grabbing your gym clothes and layering up regardless of how peculiar you would look, you felt something warm fall on top of your head and wrap around your shoulders. Surprised, you glanced beside you to find Min Yoongi, at the time, the young ace of the basketball team. To say you were stunned speechless would be an understatement. Your mind went blank at being in his presence and at the realization that he had just placed his sweater on you. Before you could say anything though, he inhaled and sprinted out of the school, into the cold, in a light jog. Gratefully, you pulled it over your body, finding the fleece incredibly soft and warm; large enough to shield more than half of your body from the frosty weather.

You had waited until after school the next day to return it to him, washed thoroughly and folded neatly into a nice gift bag.

"Um here." You mumbled. "It's washed and dried already. I never got to thank you for lending it to me."

He smiled a little, grabbing the bag from you. "No problem, Y/N."

And the way your heart raced at the mention of your name signaled you that this boy had already gotten to you.

"Y-you know my name?" You stammered uncoolly.

Yoongi glanced at you, slightly amused. "Well yes, we've been in the same class the past 2 years."

You blushed. "Right..."

"Ayo Yoongi!" One of his teammates bellowed.

"Yeah, yeah I'm coming." he grumbled then turned back to you. "Thanks again, Y/N. Get home alright."

You smiled and nodded. "Have a good practice."

And since then, you'd occasionally steal glances down the hallway or around the classroom. You attended some of his games and watched the way he lit up and burst with energy on the court, unlike his usually relaxed, seemingly lethargic self in the classroom. A year later, and here you are gawking at him from in front of the classroom this time.

Your eyes darted away from his stare to the decorated bulletin board in the back of the classroom, praying you hadn't been caught. You tuned into Jin's first speech as Class President, where he discussed future trips and class activities he had in mind. Everyone murmured enthusiastically at the mentions of doing something fun. You smiled proudly. Jin really had good ideas for the year, and it exhilarated you, the idea that you would be part of something big for once. But in the pit of your stomach, you also had butterflies fluttering around with the thought that being a class rep would mean getting more opportunities to talk and work with people in the class. It was exciting and nerve-wrecking at the same time.

It wasn't until a few weeks later that you finally had your second full-blown encounter with Yoongi ever. You were on your way to your teacher's office with the entire class's homework notebooks in your arms. Wanting to go home as soon as possible, you had lifted all of them at once instead of breaking them up into smaller, manageable piles. They weren't heavy but the height of the stack blocked off your vision, meaning you relied on your hearing and everyone's sense to make it through the hallways unscathed. But you didn't account for the possibility of someone turning the corner at the same time you were crossing it, without notice. You were knocked slightly backwards, wobbling to keep the stack steady, and yourself upright.

"Whoa." You heard a deep voice, and immediately recognized it. The hairs on your skin stood on edge at the coincidence. Out of all the people in the entire school you could bump into, it had to be Yoongi.

You ducked your head into the stack and attempted to walk around where you saw his feet, embarrassed. But suddenly, half the notebooks were pulled away from you, clearing your line of sight. Your breath got caught in your throat at his close proximity.

He grinned, staring straight at you without no hints of nervousness. Of course, why would he be nervous; it was just little, old you after all. "I thought it was you, Miss VP."

You bowed, "Sorry."

He turned to his friends beside him. "You guys go ahead. I'll help her out or else our homework may not get to the office in one piece."

The guys chuckled and waved, before obliging.

You huffed at the underhanded attack. "I was doing fine until you bumped into me."

He glanced at you, amused. "Um I think a 'thank you' would suffice."

You blushed and averted your eyes as you two started walking side by side in silence. It was awkward. There was a torrential storm brewing inside you, swirling with possibilities of topics and things to say and the embarrassing ending results. You didn't know what to say or what to do. And you hesitated so long that you two had made it to the teacher's office without saying a word to him. Sullenly, you entered and handed the homework to your homeroom teacher.

"Oh, what a rare pairing we have here." She smiled at you and Yoongi, causing you to blush profusely at the mention of being a "pair" with the popular guy beside you.

"She was a danger to the students." Yoongi snorted. "She nearly killed me, Teacher!"

You gasped, not wanting to look bad in front of your favorite teacher. "I did not! You bumped into me!"

She giggled. "It's nice to see you two interact is all I meant. It'll be a good friendship to develop."

You raised an eyebrow at your teacher. "It would?"

"Why? You don't want to be friends with me?" Yoongi chuckled.

You blushed and waved your hands apologetically, "No, I didn't mean it--"

"Relax. I got you." he patted your head warmly.

"I just think you two would learn a lot from each other is all." Your teacher smiled and pinched Yoongi's cheek. "Like how to be a good student and use your brain instead of that smart ass mouth."

Yoongi whined and you giggled.

"And for you to come out of your shell and be yourself a little more, Y/N." she glanced at you. "This boy right here doesn't care much."

You blinked, and spoke before you realized what you were saying. "But I think he acts this way because he does care a lot."

Silence.

You gasped and covered your mouth frantically. "Well, I have to go! See you tomorrow!"

You hurriedly bowed and sprinted out of the office; your face was entirely red with shame and embarrassment. He must've thought you were insane and having delusions about who he was. How could you have spouted your assumption like that?

"Aigoo, aigoo." You stood in front of your locker, smacking your lips, angry at them for acting on their own. Hearing oncoming footsteps, you switched into your outside shoes and attempted to book it outside, but you were stopped by someone's fingers wrapping around your wrist. You tensed and gulped.

"I believe I never got my thank you, Y/N." his taunting voice and the feeling of his hand around your skin had your heart fluttering.

"Um thank you." You mumbled, still facing the door, not daring to look at him.

He chuckled at your apparent embarrassment so he walked in front of you, your eyes instinctively casting down to avoid staring at how handsome he was.

"I've come for an explanation." he stated, still not letting go of your arm, so all you could do was stare at way his fingers were making contact with your skin.

"On what?" You muttered.

"Your opinion of me."

You looked around awkwardly. "I don't have an opinion of you."

He chuckled. "Want me to go call our teacher over to repeat what you said?"

"No." You grumbled. "I said it by mistake, don't worry about it."

You tried to step around him, but his grip tightened around your arm. "And what if I said you were right?"

You froze. "What?"

"What if I said that you were right that I act like this because I do care a lot?" he repeated. "But I want to know how you found me out."

You glanced over at him, hoping to see that he was joking, but he was in fact, very serious and curious.

"Um..." you looked behind you at the incoming flock of students coming out of their clubs.

"Come with me." he grinned.

"What?"

"Come with me." he gestured. "Get those school shoes back on. I won't let go of you until I get what I came for."

His words had your cheeks warm.

"Well, you holding on to me will make putting my shoes on quiet a venture."

He shrugged. "You'll never know until you try."

"People will be looking at us weird."

"I don't care." he whispered. "Now, let's go."

You blushed.

Obviously, you had already internally agreed to go since he first asked, but you didn't want to be too eager for fear of being found out. He brought you to the school rooftop, which you knew for sure was against the rules, but he chastised you for being too uptight for a kid.

"Look." he brought you closer to the wire fence that prevented anyone from falling off the roof, and pointed at the horizon.

You breathed as you saw the picturesque sky donned like a canvas splattered with orange, pink, and purple hues. The sunset was absolutely breathtaking.

"Aren't you glad you broke the rules a little?" he teased.

You glared at him. "Only if we don't get caught."

He laughed as he grabbed the fence, "Can't argue with you there."

You two stood in silence, taking in the vast expanse of the sky and the untainted beauty of nature.

"So?" Yoongi urged.

"Hm?" You hummed.

Yoongi turned and leaned against the fence, his hands stuffed into his pockets suavely. Your heart was racing immensely. You were in a romantic spot on a rooftop with your crush. It was overwhelming, and fantasies flooded into your mind, disabling you from any coherent thought or word in his presence.

"What gave it away?" he mumbled as he glanced straightly at you.

You blinked. "Gave what away?"

"My true personality." he grinned.

Your eyes flitted towards him then back to the ground shyly. "Well...I just think you act like you don't care or don't expect anything, because you actually care too much about not being disappointed. It's scarier hoping people will like you for you, than hoping people will like you as someone else."

"So you don't think I've been acting like myself?" he stepped in front of you, causing your back to hit the fence.

You were flustered at his proximity, you willed your eyes not to dart towards his lips, but they did anyway.

"I-I-I think you've been acting like a version of yourself is all. Just an opinion...of someone who doesn't know you..." you grabbed onto the fence behind you to hold onto your sanity.

Yoongi laughed and stepped back, crossing his arms. "That's the funny thing, Y/N."

You exhaled, feeling relieved. "What's funny?"

"It seems like you actually know me better than most people." he hummed.

You glanced at him surprised. You had thought you were assuming too much, deluding yourself into thinking that he had more depth to him than he let on, all to feed your crush. But to think that you were correct, that he had an underlying meaning to his actions, that despite being so popular and talented, he still had insecurities and secrets; it was stunning.

He must've seen your surprise because he chuckled.

"But I know about you too, Y/N." he smirked.

You furrowed your brows. "What do you mean?"

"You don't open up to anyone, because you don't want to be hurt and disappointed either. That's why you hide behind your books and your studying."

"Well, I'm not sure if that's really a secret." You chuckled.

He laughed. "Most people think you're cold or shy you know. I think you're actually the one who doesn't care too much about appearances."

You smiled.

"Well Y/N," he stretched. "I'd say this makes us friends, don't you think?"

"Hm?"

"We know each other's secrets." he grinned. "If we're not friends, then we're enemies, and I don't think I'd want an enemy knowing my secret. So I might have to kill you unless you solidify our friendship."

You giggled. "Are you threatening me to be your friend?"

"Merely coaxing you with a possibility of violence." he cheekily stated as he outstretched his hand. "What do you think? I mean you've also become my accomplice in this crime of trespassing."

You grinned and slotted your hand into his, with your heart beating wildly. "I don't think having a partner in crime is so bad."

And after that day, Yoongi would take time to talk to you in the mornings, surprising everyone in class, including Jin.

"What was that?" Jin questioned after he finally had witnessed it. "THE Min Yoongi just talked to you...with a SMILE on his face."

You blushed and your lips turned up shyly.

"What happened?"

"He helped me out with carrying the homework stack the other day, and we just became friends." You shrugged. "I'm not really sure how it happened either."

Jin glanced at Yoongi then frowned. "Just be careful, Y/N. He's popular and you know it gets tricky being around popular people."

You laughed, "You're popular too though, Jin."

"You know what I mean. I'm friendly popular, but not in the popular clique popular. A lot of vicious girls are vying for his attention, Y/N. If you get too close, you'll get mixed up into that mess."

You smiled and patted Jin's hand. "I know. Don't worry. We're just friends is all. I'm sure it's refreshing to have a girl that's not fawning over him."

Jin chuckled and ruffled your hair. "That's true. Cause you're in love with meeee ~"

You rolled your eyes then turned back to your notes. You were sure friends was all you would ever be with Yoongi, and as thrilling as that was, the more you thought about it, the more it saddened you. With each conversation, with each thing you learned about the man, you wanted to be something more. But you didn't want your feelings to get in the way of your budding friendship, so you suppressed and buried them as much as you could.

"Mind if I sit here?"

You nearly choked on your food when Yoongi appeared beside you in the courtyard. You usually ate outside instead of the canteen, preferring the quiet sound of nature to the loud voices of people. You nodded as you coughed, and he chuckled.

"Didn't know I had that effect on you?" He sat down and unwrapped his sandwich.

You rolled your eyes as you swallowed down water to compose yourself.

"What brings you here, Yoongi?" You questioned, trying to sound calm and collected.

"Just a change of pace." he shrugged as he chewed. "It does get tiring being popular."

"Oh? I never noticed." You jeered.

"You're a cheeky little thing aren't you?" he waved his sandwich at you.

"Must've rubbed off from your hand." You shrugged.

He chuckled and glanced up at the clear blue sky. "I'm more than my basketball."

"Yes, you're a person." You teased.

He glared at you. "I'm being serious, Y/N."

"Sorry." You coughed and turned to him to give you your undivided attention. "So you're more than your basketball?"

"Okay, why does it sound lame coming from your mouth?" he huffed.

"It was already lame coming out of yours." You snorted. "But carry on, what happened?"

Was it supposed to be this easy? Although your entire body was filled with butterflies, your responses came out naturally and comfortably. Even though afterwards you felt embarrassed about things you said and did, during the conversation, everything seemed to flow well. Yoongi made it easy to converse, made it easy to joke around, made it easy to be yourself.

"Nothing happened." he hummed. "I just think having you to talk to made me realize a lot of the things I had been putting up with."

You tilted your head, waiting for him to explain.

"Like these lunches where everybody just talks about their work outs and gossip, shallow things." he bit into his sandwich. "I was sitting there and I was like 'well this is a waste of my time'."

You smiled, "Well, what do you want to talk about?"

Yoongi turned to you so that you two were now sitting facing each other on the bench. "Mm maybe like what you want to pursue in the future? Other interests and hobbies? Funny childhood memories? Something more than what happened recently."

"Well then, Mr. Min." You grinned. "What do you want to pursue in the future?"

Yoongi chuckled, "You'll never be able to guess."

You weren't sure how it happened, but soon, you and Yoongi became a daily part of each other's lives in secret. There was an unspoken agreement between you two to maintain a low key friendship, knowing how the unfair yet prevalent social system of the school worked. Occasional public conversations between higher class social circles and lower class were deemed appropriate and friendly, but anything more than that, was frowned upon. You two eventually exchanged numbers and e-mails, and began communicating that way.

He even walked you home at times, especially when your Class Rep duties had you stay later than usual. You would meet up sneakily outside of the school and go home together, since you two coincidentally lived in the same direction. Sometimes, he would come over to study after practice. Other times, he would just appear to tell you about some exciting new comic or electronic device that is being released that he wanted to save up for. During school, he'd sometimes ask you to meet him at the rooftop to ask you a thought-provoking question weighing on his mind or just to tell you about something ridiculous or funny someone had said that he needed to say in person.

Your developing friendship went undetected for most people, with the exception of one.

"Alright. What is happening between you and Yoongi?" Jin confronted you after school one day.

Your eyes widened as you looked around, praying no one was around to hear his statement.

It was one of those late nights where you two were at the school until the darkness covered the skies, doing your class rep duties. The school festival was coming up and you and the other class reps were brainstorming what each class was going to contribute.

"Nothing, Jin." You whispered. "I told you we were just friends."

"Bullshit." Jin growled as he wiped his glasses and put them back on.

You gasped, having never heard your long time friend curse.

"I see you two eat in the courtyard, and I see him wait for you if you're staying late. I see him make faces at you while we're taking roll call in the morning." Jin accused, pushing you back against the lockers roughly. "What is happening?"

"Really Jin." You exhaled, a little nervous about this new, aggressive side of your dear friend. "I promise you we're just friends. Why can't you accept that?"

"Because I can't accept that anyone would want to be 'just friends' when they finally get to know you!" Jin bellowed.

You stared at him surprised. Why was he getting so worked up over you and Yoongi?

"Is everything alright here?"

Your heart fluttered at Yoongi's voice, but you could feel Jin's intense gaze still on you.

"Y/N?" Yoongi glanced between you and Jin. You realized your questionable position.

"Uh yeah." You slipped away from Jin. "We were just having a little argument over nothing."

Yoongi nodded. "Ready?"

"I'll walk her home." Jin turned from his spot to face you two.

Yoongi stared straightly at him. "It's perfectly fine. I know you live in the opposite direction as us. She's on the way to my house. No need to trouble yourself."

Jin clenched his fists, knowing Yoongi was right. "I'll call you later then, Y/N."

You nodded, not liking the dangerous look on Jin's face. You wondered what was happening with him.

"What were you arguing about? If I may ask?" Yoongi asked after a few minutes of walking in silence.

"Oh he just asked me what was going on between us, and wouldn't believe we were just friends." You chuckled.

There was an awkward silence. Had you just friend-zoned yourself? Shit.

"What's going on with you and Jin?" he questioned.

"Me and Jin? Oh we've been friends since freshman year. Granted, he does most of the talking, but he's entertaining to listen to. Plus he's super friendly, so it's easy to get along with him." You shrugged.

"Have you ever liked him...liked him?" Yoongi mumbled.

"Jin? Oh, no." You chuckled. "It's not like that between us at all."

"Never? I mean all 3 years you sat next to each other. Now, you're even his VP. That's a lot of time to spend with a guy."

"Oh please." You rolled your eyes. "Like you aren't always being fawned over by half the female population of the entire school."

"But I don't spend a majority of my time with them."

"But you have to admit you like the attention and find some of them attractive."

"Well do you think Jin is attractive?" he fired back.

"Well, I'd say he's charming, yes."

"And what about me?"

You stopped walking. "What?"

"Do you find me attractive?" he questioned.

You gulped. You couldn't say no and offend him, but if you said yes, would it make things awkward?

"I mean, I guess." You settled for a vague response, but before you could start walking again, he grabbed your backpack, pulling you back to face him.

"What do you mean, 'you guess'?"

"Well, I mean uhh..." You stumbled over your words. "It's not that you're not attractive..."

"So I am attractive." he grinned.

"Gah!" You flailed your hands, embarrassed. "I'm not answering this question, pass!"

"Then answer this." He steadied you with his hands firmly on your shoulders. You glanced up to find him being unusually serious. "What would you say if I said I was attracted to you?"

Your throat closed up immediately, and you could hear your heart hammering loudly against your chest.

"Wh-what? Stop joking around, Yoongi." You laughed nervously, sweating intensely.

"I'm not joking, Y/N." he stared into your eyes.

"You find me attractive?" You repeated in a low whisper, not believing the words yourself.

"Have you never had someone say that about you?"

You shook your head. "No."

"That's a shame." Yoongi whispered. "But good for me."

Your eyes traveled up to see him looking at you intently. "Well... thank you for finding me attractive."

You tried to escape, but his grip on your shoulders kept you in place.

"I had been contemplating this for a while now, but seeing you with Jin today, it really just...it didn't make me feel good at all." he stated.

"What? Why?"

"Be my girlfriend, Y/N." he straightforwardly requested. "I don't want to meet you just in secret anymore. I don't want guys like Jin or whoever in our class is noticing how good looking you are now that you're standing in front of the class as our VP, to take you from me."

You grabbed his arms and slid out from underneath his grasp, not trusting your hearing. He stared at you curiously as you tried to piece his words together.

"Wait, what?"

He chuckled and cupped your cheek. "Did I surprise you?"

"Um yeah, wow. Please don't do that." You hurriedly shied away from his touch. "I think my heart is going to explode."

"In a good way?" Yoongi laughed as you jogged a little in place to compose yourself. He hummed and crossed his arms as he waited for your reply. "Will I get my answer sometime in the next few minutes? I'm awkwardly standing here, unsure if you like me back or not."

"Oh wow. Hold on. It's just... a lot to take in." You distanced yourself from him. "So let me get this straight. You, Min Yoongi, handsome, popular, basketball star, is attracted to me?"

"Yeah." he nodded.

"And you, Min Yoongi, popu--"

"Y/N, stop giving me stupid titles." he growled.

"Okay, so you want ME to be YOUR girlfriend?" You repeated. "Like..."

He ran his hand through his hair sheepishly. "Yes, Y/N. I want you to be my girlfriend. It's not a damn command, but if you have any inkling of feelings for me, I want you to give me a chance."

You stared at him in awe. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be roundabout like this. I just...I just had a lot of daydreams and stuff about this happening so I want to make sure it's real before I answer and make a fool of myself. This is real, right?" You pulled at your cheeks to make sure.

Yoongi grinned widely, your statement subtly confirming that you reciprocated his feelings.

"Should I help you check?" He bit his lip and stepped closer to you.

"Hm? How?" You looked up questioningly.

"Like this." he whispered as he titled your chin up and pressed his lips against yours lightly.

You stared at each other for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

"I think I'm going to need you to repeat that a couple more times." You smiled as it dawned on you that this was, in fact, reality.

Yoongi chuckled, and obliged, capturing your lips once again.

You were dizzy with happiness, elated and floating on cloud nine. After a year of crushing on him, a few months, falling deeper for him, you were now Min Yoongi's girlfriend.

And it was everything and nothing like you had expected.

In an effort to be honest and maintain your open, strong friendship with Jin, you called him and told him what had happened on your way home, bubbling with excitement. But for some reason, he didn't sound too happy about your news.

"I'm tired Y/N. Thanks for clarifying."

"No, I'm sorry I kept my feelings about him a secret. But I really didn't think it was possible for him to like me back...much less ask me out." You gushed.

"Well...I never had a doubt you could make someone fall for you." Jin stated.

"Thanks Jin."

Without another word, he hung up on you.

Jin didn't come to school the next day, and so you had to lead roll call, and talk about the school festival in his stead. You were so nervous that you thought you were going to barf, but you just asked yourself what would Jin say and do, and acted on that. It didn't turn out so bad. The class was receptive to your ideas, and even asked you questions, throwing out their own suggestions. You felt like it was a successful meeting, and Yoongi gave you a thumbs up in the back to confirm it. Smiling to yourself giddily, you returned to your seat.

Your homeroom teacher arrived and Yoongi immediately raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Yoongi?"

"Do you mind if I sit next to Y/N today? I forgot my contacts and glasses today, and I really can't see the board."

You glanced over at him surprised. He grinned at you then returned his attention back to the teacher.

"Uh sure. I don't see why not since Mr. Jin is absent today." she shrugged. "I, for one, am surprised you actually want to pay attention today."

The class snickered as Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly, transferring to the table next to you.

"Laugh all you want kids, but even if he doesn't pay attention, he still gets higher grades than half of you." Your teacher pointed out, earning a groan from everyone.

"Mornin'." Yoongi grinned as he sat down.

"Morning." You smiled.

You couldn't concentrate the entire class because all you wanted to do was stare at him, so beautifully close to you. He was nodding off as usual, so you would nudge him every so often. He'd grumble shove your elbow in return. You shook your head, amused, and gave up. Some habits can't be broken right away after all.

"When did you realize you liked me?" You asked Yoongi during lunch. He had prepared a picnic blanket for you two to sit on in the courtyard.

"It's a secret." he hummed as he settled himself on your lap with a yawn.

"What? Why?" You huffed.

He smiled. "One day I'll tell you."

You pouted. "Then I'll keep mine a secret too."

"You started noticing me when I gave you my jacket." he smugly grinned, his eyes closed.

"No." You tried to smother down your surprise.

"Your tone just confirmed my guess was right." he cackled.

"I said it wasn't!" You urged.

"I'm calling your bluff." he poked your cheek, one of his eyes looking up at you. "Yah."

"What?" You glanced down.

"Come closer."

"Why?"

"I have to tell you something."

"Well just tell me. No one's here."

"It's embarrassing to say too loud."

You were intrigued that something would be embarrassing for this shameless man to say. You dipped your head closer to his face to listen, but instead of saying anything, he kissed you. You straightened up immediately and glanced around. Blushing profusely you smacked him shyly, but he was already resting with a triumphant grin on his face.

"Doesn't matter when or how we ended up liking each other." he hummed. "The fact is we like each other, and we're together now."

You smiled and carded your hands through his soft, dark locks. "You're absolutely right."

For the first few days of your new relationship, you two continued to be secretive with your closeness. You and Yoongi talked more openly and walked to class more often, but you kept any sign of your new couple status hidden. Until one day, Yoongi took a leap and intertwined your fingers in the middle of the hallway. You were panicking inside, but he kept talking, as bold and as confident as ever.

"Hey." he smiled, seeing your evident nervousness. "Relax, no one's going to jump you."

"Not yet, anyway." You whispered.

"Do you not want to be with me?"

"Of course I do." You squeezed his hand. "I just-- I don't know how people are going to react to...me."

Yoongi smiled. "I'm sure they'll see what I see when they get to know you better. Trust me."

You returned his smile, hoping that he was right.

But he wasn't.

When he wasn't around, people would confront you, call you names, subtly throw things, and pull your hair, antagonizing you. But you just let it pass, knowing that at the end of the day, you would be the one going home holding Yoongi's hand. To make things worse though, Jin began distancing himself from you. He wasn't as chatty with you as before; he wasn't as bubbly. He was still the same Jin, but not to you. You didn't have anyone to turn to.

You thought the harassment would die down after a month or two, but it didn't; it only intensified as time passed, as people realized that you and Yoongi were serious. You began getting threats, and sometimes your outside shoes would go missing. But you were still happy regardless. Whenever Yoongi was around, no one bothered you two.

But weekends were your favorite, because you could just be a regular young couple going on a regular date. Not Min Yoongi, star basketball player, and some random unattractive nobody. It was freeing, and you cherished the sense of normalcy where you could focus on just your boyfriend and spend quality time with him. He introduced you to his childhood best friend, Hoseok, who went to a different high school, and you introduced him to your family. Most weekends you two spent lazily, but sometimes, you two planned a big date to eat a new restaurant, go to the mall, to an indoor water park, or an amusement park.

It was everything and nothing like you had imagined.

When nationals approached for his basketball season, Yoongi wasn't around much anymore, but he called and texted you as often as he could. He couldn't walk you home or see you on weekends, so it saddened you a bit, but you understood that it was an important and busy time for him. He could potentially be scouted by colleges already, and he was vying for the position of captain of his team, which you always reassured him, he was a shoo-in for. But with his absence in your life, the degree of bullying picked up. And you pushed through it and hid it from him, because you knew it would hurt him to know his "friends" were like that, because you knew he cared about his image far more than he let on. You loved him, and this was the price of being with someone so admired.

And you thought he felt the same, up until you walked into the classroom early one morning just to meet up with him after a long time.

"So I know it's been a few months, but like...what's up with dating Y/N? Are you serious about her?" Jin's voice echoed in the classroom.

You stepped back, unseen, and listened in.

"Yeah, man. Like come on, you have so many hott girls lined up and throwing themselves at you." his teammates nudged him. "But Y/N? What? Is she good in bed or something?"

"Hey." Jin scolded. "Let's not go there."

"Oh Jin, you're so old fashioned." the boys chuckled. "So what is it Yoongi? You can't be serious about her, right? She's just temporary? I mean, next year we'll be seniors and you KNOW there's a bunch of hotties coming up from middle school. And if you're basketball captain-- WOW- you'll have your pickings."

Yoongi laughed and nodded, "Yeah, you know. She's just super nice and friendly you know? I'd catch her staring at me from afar. Whenever I needed something, she'd give it to me right away. I didn't have the heart to turn her down when she asked me out. And you know, I didn't really have any interest in anyone so I figured why not? I mean, let's give everyone hope right?"

The guys cackled and hi-fived each other with the exception of Jin who stood up and began walking away.

"Poor girl. She thinks you're dating her for real, but it was out of sympathy. I bet she waits for you thinking you have basketball practice, but you're actually out with us and the older brothers hitting up clubs to meet college basketball coaches." they snorted.

Your heart dropped and your eyes welled up at hearing everything. Had it all been a lie? Some of his story didn't add up, but why had he never told you about when he started liking you? Was it because your feelings for him were obvious and so he asked you out just to give you what you wanted and then dump you? Had he just toyed with you this whole time? And had he really lied to you about practices when he was going out? You would've understood so why did he keep that from you?

"Are you serious, Yoongi?" Jin spoke out. "This is what it was this whole time?"

Everyone stared at Yoongi intently. He glanced around in silence. Your heart was hammering intensely, praying he was just kidding, that he didn't mean anything he had just said.

"Yeah, of course that was it the whole time. Why would it have been anything else? You can't seriously think I'd be steady with someone like her?"

"You son of a--" Jin hissed.

"Well then." You stepped out, fists curled up in a ball.

"Y/N." Yoongi scrambled out of his chair, stunned.

"Thank you for your precious time, Min Yoongi." You took off his varsity jacket he had given you to adorn. "But I won't be needing your sympathy anymore. Let's break up."

You threw his jacket on the ground and sprinted away from the classroom.

And that was that.

You waited for him to call, maybe to apologize or explain himself, but it never came. You two were back to being strangers, cold and unforgiving. You passed each other without batting an eye, and returned to your own orbits before ever becoming friends. You were beyond hurt. His words replaying inside your mind, night after night. How much had you endured for him? How foolish had you been? How many more things had he said about you while you weren't around?

Rumors spread like wildfire that you had dumped Min Yoongi harshly. Extremely outrageous versions of the truth were created, all to make Yoongi look like the victim and you, the criminal. Some reported that you had punched and slapped him for no reason. Others claimed you had cheated on him and he had caught you with another man. You were flabbergasted, but sadly, no one was on your side. Everybody believed the rumors, and made sure you knew that they did.

You were pushed down the stairs countless times, shoved into garbage cans. There were times when your desk disappeared from the classrooms. Times when you were the sole target during gym class. People vandalized your locker, locked you in bathrooms, dunked your head in the toilet, and even went so far as breaking into your house to take some of your things. You came home with cuts and bruises, and an extremely heavy heart. You regretted your stupid crush so much. You wished you had said no. You wished you had never decided to become his friend. You wished you had just brought your own damn jacket your sophomore year so you would have never noticed him. You felt so helpless and so appalled. This was exactly what you had wanted to prevent. This was exactly your worst fear, why you preferred books to people. People were cruel. Some people had no heart, had no qualms about hurting others.

Instead of eating at the courtyard now, you hid behind the dumpsters during the break, hiding from the people hunting you down. And you weren't their lone target. Another boy from your class-- you couldn't remember his name at all-- but you knew he was one of the quiet ones who used to hang out with the popular boys, often ate behind the adjacent dumpster in hiding as well. You'd glance at each other, but never spoke a word. Even though you both were on the same boat, he would leave you if you got caught first and in turn, you did the same to him. Every day solely focused on survival, and your heart had hardened and turned cold through your experiences. Now even those who were just as unfortunate betrayed each other.

Finally, your homeroom teacher stepped in and called you and your family into her office since your grades had been severely suffering as a consequence. You confessed everything that had been happening as of late, and she ended up privately teaching you in your house for the rest of your Junior year. Since students were still harassing you even in front of your house, your parents decided it was time to move. Your teacher helped your family choose a good school for you to transfer to in your new area, and helped get the paperwork together.

"I'm truly sorry, Y/N." she hugged you tightly. "I had no idea that any of that happened. My heart hurts."

You wept and shook your head. "No, thank you. You helped me more than you know just by letting me stay home. I hated that feeling, not knowing whether I was going to get caught by those students, when I was going to be shoved or attacked. If I would make it home alive."

"I know. I'm so sorry. I'm really, truly sorry Y/N. And I hope you find good friends and happiness in your new school. Please." Your teacher wiped your tears. "E-mail me and update me as well. I'll always be on your side."

"Thank you." You smiled sadly.

And off you went, to escape the dark days of your life, to escape the thought of the boy who you loved that played you, and the resulting pain that he and your classmates had caused.

Your new school was amazing. You actually made a fantastic group of friends, and joined a few interesting clubs with them, particularly robotics and fight simulation club.

"Morning Mr. Bang!" You greeted your favorite teacher warmly.

"Morning Y/N!" He smiled. "Tae and Jimin already started a training simulation in the back room if you want to join in for some morning exercise."

"Always." You giggled then glanced over at him piecing a few new robot parts together. "New project?"

"Yea. Trying to make a small laser that could be installed into a pin." he hummed.

"Interesting." You blinked. "Good luck."

"Thanks." Your teacher stated emotionlessly, already back to intensely focusing on his daunting task.

"Morning boys!" You hollered as you put on your simulation suit and helmet.

"Y/N!" The two greeted excitedly. "Good! We need you!"

"Yeah, cause Jimin still isn't good." Tae whined.

"Hey! I'm improving!"

You snorted as you pressed a button on your helmet and joined them on the simulation pad. "Well, now that the gang is all together, let's get this mission completed."

You really, absolutely enjoyed your time in this club, going so far as to take up martial arts lessons and frequenting the shooting range as hobbies. Through Mr. Bang's guidance as well, you found that you had a knack for robotics and inventing new things. You enjoyed the way your intellect now had a real life application, past textbooks, papers, and quizzes. You liked the challenge of coming up with battle plans, assigning roles, figuring out how different devices go together, etc. But as far as your future plans went, you had no idea what you wanted to do with your life. Luckily, you, Jimin, and Tae were all on the same boat so you didn't feel too left behind. However, the end of your Senior year was approaching, meaning you three needed to decide on a school and a legitimate, achievable career plan.

You sat in Mr. Bang's office, since coincidentally, he was your homeroom teacher and in turn, your guidance counselor.

"Y/N. What're your plans in terms of college and career path?" He questioned as he pulled out your information sheet. "You had written 'to be decided' earlier this year."

You bit your lip.

"Are you still undecided?"

You looked down. "Yes..."

Mr. Bang smiled. "Great."

You glanced up, surprised at his response. "Great?"

"Y/N. Have you ever thought 'Wow, I wish something like this fight simulation and robotics club could become a career'?"

You blinked, "Yeah, actually."

He grinned. "Well, it can be."

"Really?" Your heart fluttered excitedly.

"Have you ever heard of Big Hit Agency?"

"Um no..."

"Good, 'cause it's a secret agency." he laughed.

"A secret?"

"Y/N." Mr. Bang leaned in closer. "Would you like to be trained to become a secret agent?"

Your grin widened and your eyes lit up brightly. It dawned on you immediately. This was it. This was exactly what you had been searching for, what you wanted to do with your life. You wanted to gain the power to protect others, and make the world a far better place than the one you had experienced, without needing to be tied to one place for too long.

You were going to become a secret agent.

So you packed your bags, and went to Big Hit Agency's training sect in your city, disguised as a small college. It was 4 years of intensive training, and once you "graduated", you would be assigned a career in the agency, based on your performance and rankings cumulatively from all 4 years. And it was run similarly to a college. You stayed in dormitories, had to go to class, and participated in fun competitions and events, except they were far cooler than regular colleges. Your classes consisted of hand-to-hand combat training, weapons training, fighting simulations, robotics & invention seminars, piloting aircraft lessons, and Survival 101. The competitions were a wide array of combative tournaments in various specializations such as archery, shooting, robot fighting, etc. Every day was a dream. And coincidentally, Tae and Jimin also were invited by Mr. Bang to join the agency, which made the experience all the more enjoyable for all of you.

And you hadn't thought of Yoongi, your first love, the boyfriend that had humiliated you and broke your heart all on the same day, for years. No, you didn't become an undercover agent just so you could become someone new, someone different, someone better. You didn't graduate at the top of your training class to prove to him that, unlike what he had said back in high school, you were worth it, you were enough, you had something to offer.

And yet, when you finally convinced yourself that you had escaped his hold on you; that you were going to step into the new world of being a secret agent, filled with adventures, thrills, and challenges, there he appeared, tauntingly flashing his gummy smile as you entered the room with the rest of your training class. How you had spotted him amongst the crowd of graduates from various training sects, you had no idea. But you felt yourself sink back in line, praying you were hallucinating and praying you two would never have to cross paths, because there were sheer thousands of training agents and only limited spots in the most coveted division of the agency-- the SA -- the Special Agent Division. The SA was specifically reserved for the most promising agents of the highest caliber, because this division was in charge of taking on the most advanced, and highly secretive and sensitive cases and investigations. These agents were always on the field, putting their skills to the test in life-or-death situations. But why was Min Yoongi here out of all places?

"Y/N."

Your name being called out by an official at the podium pulled you out of your thoughts. Your class separated to make a path for you to walk to the stage. You had missed the entire shpeal leading up to your name being called, but you could only assume you were getting recognition for being the top training agent in your class. You kept your eyes peeled forward, fighting back the urge to check Yoongi's reaction to your presence, not wanting him to know that you were already aware of his. Smiling brightly, you stood beside the official with your head held high and your shoulders back confidently.

"I am proud to announce that Y/N of Class #1 has unanimously been chosen to be part of the Special Agents Division, for her outstanding performance in all training modules. Please give her a round of applause!"

You grinned happily and your eyes briefly flitted to where Yoongi was. He was wearing a stunned expression. Your eyes locked with his, but you averted hurriedly, heart beating wildly.

"And unprecedentedly, the SA has chosen her partner among the other accepted training agents, for they both had achieved perfect scores on all simulations and training modules. We look forward to cultivating their amazing potential. Without further ado, her partner is none other than, Class #9's resident genius, Min Yoongi!"

Your eyes widened in pure shock, and your ears seemed to drown out the thunderous applause that erupted from the announcement. Yoongi, with his irritatingly disarming grin, made his way towards you, eyes never leaving yours until he positioned himself next to you.

As was custom when receiving your life long agent partner, you both turned to face each other and bowed deeply. Then you extended your hand boldly, and his slotted into yours gently, as it once had many years ago. He smiled warmly and squeezed your hand.

"Long time no see, Y/N."

PART 1

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