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svnflowervol666 · 5 years ago

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An interview during self-isolation with Zane Lowe (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

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Author’s Note: I’ve gotten a ton of asks to the tune of this scenario - about what a quarantine video with Harry and his family would look like. I put as many of them together as I could for you all! Hope you enjoy and it’s not too confusing, as this isn’t my typical writing style, but I tried my best to make it worth your while! Take care and TPWK.

“Harry, can ye’ hear me alright?” Harry heard Zane Lowe’s voice fill his right ear as he readjusted his headphones.

“Yeah, I can hear ya,” he responded, running his fingers through his hair once everything was situated and his laptop was balanced perfectly on his knee.

“I’ve just been video calling and chatting it up with everyone on how they’re navigating the pandemic, so I’m very thankful you’ve agreed to join in.”

“‘S no problem. Thank you f’ having me.”

“Oh!” Zane interjected his own strain of thought, “I see you’ve brought a special guest for us today,” he said when Harry’s screen finally focused and he was able to see everything on Harry’s end.

Harry chuckled, the dimples on either corner of his mouth growing wider at the mention of the sleeping body on his chest that’s got a fuzzy blanket tucked into their sides and draped over Harry’s upper half.

“I have,” Harry agreed, “Though he’s not gonna be worth much. Being a two-year-old is exhausting apparently.”

He gave the toddler a few gentle pats on the back and continued to look at Zane through the webcam.

“This is your son, right?” Zane asked.

“Who? Him?” Harry asked, nodding his head in the direction of his child, “Nah. Found him on the street.”

Both men laughed, but Harry tried to lower his volume as to not wake up his son.

“Well, he looks an awful bit like you t’ be a stray, don’t ye’ think?”

“I suppose the curls are quite convincing, aren’t they?” Harry sighed, playfully rolling his eyes.

“What’s brought your bubs along with you for this interview?”

“Erm,” Harry thought, wondering if he should be talking this much about his personal life but ultimately deciding it wasn’t too invasive, “Y/N’s been pretty tired lately, so I’m just trying to keep him out of her hair so she can rest. He’s going through a phase where he’s very clingy right now so he’d probably be crying f’ me at some point if I left him in his room.”

“Oh, that’s right!” it suddenly dawned on Zane, “You two are expecting again, aren’t you?

“We are,” Harry smiled softly yet proudly into the screen, “‘s kinda scary for us right now, but we’re hoping everything is cleared up before it’s time.”

“Yeah, yeah. I was just about to say right now’s probably not the greatest time to be havin’ a baby.”

“Well, the baby’s not due for a few more months so I think everything’ll be alright, but it’s still just kinda nerve-wracking ye’ know?”

“Absolutely,” Zane added, “This has all got t’ be tough on your guys; having to self-isolate with a toddler plus having one on the way.”

“Ehh, it’s not so bad,” Harry countered, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles as he spoke. “We’ve been spending a lot of time t’gether, which is pretty great. I just got done with all of the album promo, so I’d already been gone for a while. Plus, I was about to leave for tour for like a month so we were kinda sad about having to say goodbye before, but now I don’t have to. We talk to our families a lot and keep in touch with everyone pretty regularly so we don’t feel like we’re going too crazy.”

“Good! That’s good.”

Harry nodded in agreement.

“I was going to ask you about tour actually. You’ve pushed the European leg of your Love on Tour to next year, is that correct?”

“Correct.”

“That must be hard for you, I’m sure. I bet you were so ready to get back on the road and to have it all pulled out from under ye’ was probably not the greatest feeling.”

“I mean, it’s obviously disappointing, but like, in the grand scheme of things, it’s not the most important thing in the world. But I think everyone kinda understands that there’s not anything you can do about it and ye’ have to do what you can to keep everyone safe, ya know?”

“For sure,” Zane nodded, readjusting the hat on his head.

“Plus, it gives you time to practice doesn’t it?”

Harry’s belly shook as he laughed softly.

“Definitely gives us plenty of time to be prepar-”

Harry stopped in his tracks and looked down at his son who was still napping away, lifting his hand up from where it had been rested on his tiny bum.

“Everything alright?” Zane asked Harry after he was still quiet for a few seconds and his eyes were as wide as saucers.

“Uhh, yeah,” Harry stuttered as a noticeable heat climbed to his cheeks, “Think m’ son’s just farted on me in his sleep.”

This made Zane laugh even harder than he had before, clutching his chest while Harry remained embarrassed that his son had just passed gas on him during his first interview.

The commotion seemed to stir Harry’s son from his sleep. His pudgy legs began to stretch against Harry’s chest and his balled-up fists reached up to rub at his closed eyes. Harry seemed to sense some trepidation, like his son was going to start fussing at any given moment, so he quickly began bouncing his small body against his knee to soothe him and shushed him quietly in his ear. Zane didn’t draw much attention to it, but he couldn’t help but swoon over how easily Harry’s son settled back down.

Harry whispered, “’s alright, bubby. You’re alright,” before kissing the top of his curls gently, no doubt making the viewers lose their minds at home with how gentle he was being towards his boy.

“So your boy farts himself awake, huh?” Zane joked.

“Wouldn’t be the first time. He’s an absolute mess,” Harry added.

“Does he take after you or Y/N?”

Clearly, neither of them were interested in talking about music or tour anymore. Harry’s son had stolen the show, and he wasn’t even conscious.

“A little bit of both I’d say. He’s extremely kind and caring like Y/N, but loves to mess around like me. Can’t really say he got any of Y/N’s looks, though.”

“Absolutely not,” Zane chuckled into his mic, “That one’s all you.”

Harry laughed again, rubbing the tip of his nose with the palm of his hand out of habit.

“Is he excited to be a big brother?”

“Ehh, I think he kinda gets the idea, but not really,” Harry tilted his hand back and forth to symbolize the fact that his toddler could just barely come to grips with there being another baby in his mum’s belly.

“He knows there’s ‘something in mummy’s tummy,’“ Harry noted using air quotes, “And he like, gives Y/N’s stomach kisses all of the time because we tell him to and he sees me do it, but I don’t really think he’s come to grips with it.”

“Well, that makes sense,” Zane responded, “He’s only two.”

“Right, right,” Harry agreed, “But he’s, like, super cuddly and loves his stuffed animals and stuff, so I don’t think he’s gonna have a hard time at all really.”

Just when Zane was going to try to get back on topic with his prepared list of questions he had written up for Harry that didn’t involve his son, there was a commotion on Harry’s end that occurred somewhere beyond the view of the camera.

It was the sound of a door shutting a feet padding against hardwood steps.

“Harry!” a voice called out.

“Have you seen my laptop charger? I’m trying to FaceTime Gem- Oh,” the voice stopped.

“Sorry, baby,” Harry spoke above the laptop screen to whoever had just walked into the room, “Couldn’t find mine and I had t’ talk t’ Zane.”

“Which Zane?”

“Is that Y/N I hear?” Zane asked Harry.

Harry laughed at his wife’s words, quickly specifying that it was Zane Lowe and not his former bandmate.

“Yes, it is Y/N. She’s awoken from her beauty sleep it appears.”

The camera wasn’t able to pick up the way Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry.

“Gimme one of those,” Y/N demanded, holding her hand out for the other earbud that Harry wasn’t wearing so she could join in on his conversation with Zane.

Harry swung the free earbud around his chest with his free hand as to not disturb their son, smiling smugly at his wife while she settled onto the sofa next to him and cuddled into his side.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Zane greeted her.

“Hello, handsome,” Y/N responded, “How come you never call to talk to me anymore? Why do you only care about this nobhead?”

She playfully shoved Harry’s shoulder, but not hard enough to actually knock him sideways.

“He does have the number one album in the country right now. Kinda makes sense to check in on him now, dunnit?”

“And I’m his baby mama, so where’s my praise for carrying his little spawns?”

“You truly are a saint for tha’ one. I won’t lie.”

Harry feigned offense but failed to hide the smile that tugged on the corners of his lips.

“I’m sitting right here!” he scoffed.

“We know, love,” Y/N cooed him as she looked over at him and brushed his curls that had fallen onto his forehead back into his mess of hair.

“How are you doing, though, Y/N? We talked a bit about you while you were away. Harry said you’re strugglin’ a bit?”

“Umm, I mean, it’s just normal pregnancy stuff,” she dismissed his qualms as she absentmindedly stroked her protruding belly that was just barely in the frame, “I’m at the point where everything hurts all of the time and everything Harry does annoys the piss out of me, but other than that I’m pretty much normal.”

“Goodness. He didn’t tell me that part,” Zane chuckled, “Please elaborate.”

“Okay, well first of all-,” Y/N started.

“Why are you acting like you were just waiting f’ someone to ask you that question?” Harry forced through laughter.

“Because I’ve got a lot to say!” she exclaimed.

“You don’t pick up your dirty clothes, you leave your tea mugs all around the house, and you and your son eat all of my bread!”

“I do not eat all of the bread!” Harry started to playfully argue with his wife.

“I caught you sneaking into the pantry at midnight eating bread right out of the bag, Harold.”

“Well, what were you doin’ awake in the kitchen at midnight anyway, hmm?”

“I’m pregnant. I’m allowed to be hungry every twenty minutes. You’ve got no excuse.”

Harry sighed in defeat, meanwhile, Zane sat back and enjoyed listening to the two of them bickering like children.

“Sounds like the quarantine might getting t’ the both of you, huh?”

“Oh, no,” Y/N dismissed Zane, “We’re always like this.”

Just then, Harry felt the weight distribution on his chest shift, and saw a pair of emerald green eyes identical to his open and look back and forth between him and Y/N. His pudgy cheeks were flushed a warm, crimson color and the t-shirt he had taken a nap in was tugged over to the side from how well he had slept.

“Well, hello there, bubby. Nice of you t’ join us,” Harry spoke calmly to his son that was in the middle of waking up, gently brushing his fingers along the side of his face.

“Dear god. He looks just like you, Harry,” Zane said in disbelief.

This made Harry blush and hide his face in his son’s plush blanket, and Y/N looked lovingly down at her two boys.

“I know he does,” Harry confirmed, “Poor thing.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry’s comment. As if that was meant to be an insult.

“Hung-y,” the three of them heard the toddler mumble.

“What’s that, lovie?” Y/N perked up.

“I hung-y” he repeated, his arms outstretched for his mother to which she happily accepted.

The boy crawled right over Harry towards Y/N, his foot sinking deep into Harry’s gut and making him grunt in reaction.

“You’re hungry?” Y/N asked, “You want some lunch, bubs?”

He nodded into Y/N’s shoulder where he had tucked himself away, clearly still in the mood to be loved on and cuddled.

“Well, let’s go make you something to eat then. What do you want? A banana?”

“Bread!” cheered the two-year-old, which earned a laugh from everyone in the room and an eye-roll from Y/N.

“Of course, you want bread. Wouldn’t expect anything less from your father’s child.”

“Why are you bullying me?” Harry fired back.

“Because you’re eating all of my damn bread!” Y/N yelled before scooping their son up from the couch and teetering out of frame into the kitchen.

“Alright,” started Zane, “Seems like it’s time for me to leave you three alone. Thanks for stopping in t’ chat.”

Harry chortled, readjusting his headphone one last time to sign off.

“Thanks again f’ havin’ me. Sorry my family crashed your interview.”

“It’s no bother at all, mate. ‘S actually quite refreshing seeing ye’ like this. I’m sure everyone watching would agree. Reminds us all that you’re human and not some robot with perfect hair and the voice of an angel.”

Harry hid his face in his hands, blushing for what felt like the thousandth time during this video call.

“I hope you lot continue to stay safe and healthy through all of this.”

“Thank you so much. You as well,” Harry added.

“Of course. Tell Y/N I’ll ring her up soon.”

“Will do,” Harry nodded, “If she doesn’t kill me f’ asking her t’ make me some toast first.”

#harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles x pregnant!reader #dad!harry #dad!harry x reader #dad!harry x pregnant!reader

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xmyshya · 4 years ago

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Soft

summary: I am a firm believer that Atsumu CAN be soft. When he wants to. And now he just might. genre: fluff, crack, smut warnings: fem!reader, soft Atsumu, sexual tension, making love at the end, MINORS DNI special thanks: HQHQ and our lovely Atsumu sessions, you guys gave me so much inspiration for the last part. I love you. I love you all. a/n: I don’t want to say that I’m proud of this one, but I am. wc: 2.7k

Looking at the friend sitting across the table in the quiet corner of this adorable cafe, you can’t help but think how crazy it has been. Mostly because he’s an idiot, but you LOVE that idiot. “Y/N? Are ya even listenin’?” “Uhh… yes?” “What were ya thinkin’ ‘bout so hard anyway?” “Okay, uhm, remember when…”

The gym was huge and offered a lot of equipment, half of it having names you’d never heard before. The only problem? It was constantly crowded. Except for crazy early hours, which is why you were dressed in your tracksuit and drenched at 5 am. Yet, you were still not alone at this ungodly time. On the first day, he visibly hesitated before entering, clearly wanting absolutely no company. You couldn’t really blame him, he was probably followed by throngs of fans and paparazzi every day. The man must have deemed you harmless however, because he stayed. Well, at the other end of the enormous room, but stayed. He came back on the next day. And next one. And another, and soon enough you were nodding at each other in a silent greeting. This odd ritual continued on for a few weeks, until… “Hey, ya… come here often?” Fuckfuckfuck, he was still sporting the smug smile, though his eyes were filled with panic. You stared at him dumbfounded. Guess even celebrities struggle sometimes. “Uhh… I… N-no, this is my first time.” Both of you erupted in laughter. “Miya Atsumu, nice to meet ya.” “Oh yeah, I know.” He raised an eyebrow. “I mean… L/N Y/N, nice to meet you too”

“D’ya really gonna rub it in ma face til the end of ma life?” “Nah, I’m pretty sure I’ll forget when I’m old, so I gotta make use of it till I can.” The blonde doesn’t look happy. Amusing. “So what were you talking about?” “Oh right, so there’s gonna be a party for the team and friends, and… uhh… would you like to… be my plus one?” Of course you would like to. Love to. “Lemme know what colours ya wanna wear.” “Ehh? You wanna match or something?” There is a teasing undertone in your question. He either misses it or ignores. “I’ve always wanted to do that…” But you already know. Black and gold, the colours of his team. Yes, obviously that’s the only reason. It’s completely unrelated to your current imaginations of Atsumu looking smoking hot in a black fitted suit, black shirt, and matte gold tie. Totally not.

You’re still adding final touch ups, when the doorbell rings through the air. “Open!” In response there’s a click of the door, opening and closing, and Atsumu announces his arrival with a sigh saying why aren’t ya ready yet. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” You shift from your bedroom to the hall, and he whistles. Sharply. You know you look good in that black dress, hugging tightly all your curves (extra points for a deep notch on the back and thin golden chains), and golden heels. And now, he knows it too. Just like you assumed, he does look great. So great, that the only image filling your head as your eyes run down and up on him is how much you want to rip that suit off of him. Party? You’d rather have a one-on-one party against the wall he’s leaning on. Or a kitchen counter. Or a sofa. Shower maybe? “Are ya checkin’ me out?” Again that smug look on his face. You really want to wipe it off. With your lips. “Must be your imagination.” You push him out of the apartment and lock the door.

One of the greatest mysteries of this world must be why elevator scenes are so… weird. Weirdly hot. You’re both on the opposite ends of the tiny cube, ogling each other and turning your gaze away. “Ya really look beautiful.” “Thank you.” Silence. “You look great too. Perfect ten.” You look him straight in the eyes, and if you have the timing right… “Very fuckable.” Ding and the door opens. You brush his chest while walking out. Atsumu forgets to leave the elevator.

Party hall is already swarming with people when you arrive. Faces from magazine covers flash here and there, some of them entertaining whoever wants to listen, some whispering mysterious promises in eager ears, some just roaming around in search of god knows what. “I’ll get us some drinks” is one of those promises, and Atsumu leaves your side. He’s quickly replaced by one of those roaming creatures. “You here alone?” He’s much too close to your liking. “Actually I-” “You’re beautiful. Absolutely stunning. I’m Shugo-” “Meian!” The voice of your companion startles you with its sudden proximity, but also brings comfort. As soon as the drink is passed in your hand, you feel his touch on the small of your back. “Oh, I didn’t know you two were-” “We’re not.” “We’re friends.” Both of your replies come immediately. Meian straightens up and smiles. “So, you wouldn’t mind if I went for her?” “Not like I have any right to stop ya.” Miya says calmly, but you can feel his whole body tense up against yours.

“Alright everyone, we’d like to make a toast…” Clinking of glasses interrupts your surprisingly pleasant conversation with the MSBY captain, but soon enough he’s back to flooding you with questions. Atsumu walks away to join his other teammates. “Please excuse me.” You don’t even look at the male next to you, focused only on catching up with the blond friend. His questioning gaze burns a hole at the side of your head. “I came here with you.” “Is that the only reason?” Your eyes meet and you give him a lopsided grin. “Nah, you’re much hotter.” He stands a little taller, visibly more confident, fuller of himself. His hand finds its way to your hip and he pulls you a little closer.

Next two hours are spent on the dance floor, countless people already pulling you back before you even step outside of the designated area. You’re currently trapped in the arms of none other than Bokuto Koutarou, and you could swear you were swayed by the sheer force of his alone. But you don’t mind, his energy of a nuclear reactor and megawatt smile fully compensate for any inconveniences. The song comes to an end however, and you quickly follow him back to the table. “Ya don’t wanna dance anymore?” Atsumu asks when you settle in your chair, looking for something to replenish your energy. “Why?” “Ya looked so happy on the dance floor. And yet, yer sittin’ here now.” “Were you watching me this closely?” His ears fire up like Christmas lights. “I do.” “Huh?” “I do wanna dance.” For a moment you’re both just staring at each other in silence. Then you notice gears turning slowly in his head, and, at the moment of realisation, a light bulb. “May I please have this dance?” He holds a hand out, and you place yours in it. Atsumu leads you towards the swaying crowd, and then pulls you close. So close, that your bodies could merge. “And the next one too.” He purrs in your ear.

Miya’s breath on your skin is hot and distracting. Does he feel you shiver every time he exhales on your neck? He must, you conclude, since his palm is resting on your bare back. “Ya smell so good…” The whisper caresses your ear, his lips so close, yet so far. “Mmm… you too.” And those lips curl up.

It’s not just this dance. And not just the next one either. Many dances later and you’re still glued to his body, surrounded by a muscular arm, and one hand still in his. The other one playing mindlessly with his undercut. “Looks like Meian found someone to take home t’night.” “Hmm? Did you?” You pull a strand of his hair and lightly scratch his nape. “Do that again and I might get dangerous.” “Maybe I like doing dangerous things?” There’s a movement near your thigh, and you both hope those words carry a promise.

It’s well into the night and people start leaving, but it seems like the blonde is still not ready to let you out of his embrace. You lean your head on his shoulder, forehead right under his jaw, and let him rock you gently to the slow music. With eyes closed, breathing in his scent, it feels almost as if you two were the only people here. “Are ya tired?” You only purr in response. “Lessgo home then. Wanna stay at mine?” “Oya?” “I-i-it’s… not whatcha think… A won’t… won’t touch ya.” “But if you won’t, then what’s the point?” He freezes, agape, and you wonder how the hell someone so hot can become so flustered. “But seriously, I don’t have a change of clothes” which is a lie, because you do have spare panties in your tiny purse “or cosmetics, or-” “I’ll give ya somethin’ to sleep in.”

The door behind you closes with a quiet click. God, it feels so good to finally, finally take these heels off. You put your purse on a drawer right next to the door, and proceed to take your earrings off, placing them neatly in a tiny pouch. “Tsumu? Could you help me with the necklace?” He doesn’t say anything, instead coming behind you and trying to unclasp the piece of jewelry. Trying, because his hands shake. You take a sneak peek at him through the mirror, at his focused face and slightly poked tongue. He’s so adorable. In the meantime you reach to your hair and start removing the pins, but soon your hands are pulled away and replaced with his. It’s surprising but endearing how gentle this giant man can be. You close your eyes and just enjoy the moment, as your strands tickle your nape one by one. And then something hot and wet tickles your neck, right below your ear. Oh. Oh. “A… ‘m sorry, a didn’t mean to…” Nononono, come back here. You grab his tie and pull him down to a kiss, a searing clash of lips, slowly beginning to move against one another. One of his hands caresses your back, right under the edge of your dress, the other one pulls your hair gently making you gasp. His tongue slides along your lips painfully slowly, and you chase it with yours until the tips meet. The feeling is electrifying, sending shivers through your whole body.

Undressing Miya Atsumu is similar to unwrapping a Christmas present you’ve been waiting for for months. Button after button, you reveal more and more of his heavenly sculpted chest and stomach, your lips following the hands. He loves it, the feeling of your wet muscle soothing the bites drives him crazy, little purrs he lets out make his chest vibrate. It’s almost unbearable. He decides he can’t take it anymore when you hook your fingers under his pants and start unzipping them, grazing his cock. He pulls you close, sliding your dress off of you, and letting it pool at your feet. And then drags you to the bathroom, where he rids both of you of your underwear. The man enters the shower, extending his hand to you, and you grab it by instinct, before being pulled right under the stream of steamy water. “‘Tsumu, I’m gonna look like a panda!” “Eh? But pandas are cute tho?” “I’d rather look hot right now” He laughs boyishly, almost innocently, as he pumps some of his face wash and rubs it gently all over your features. His calloused fingertips massage your forehead and temples, while thumbs work on your chin and nose. It fills you with millions of bubbles, cotton candy surrounding your heart as fluffy as the foam. “‘Tsumu?” “Mmm?” “Kiss me.” And he does. At first it’s slow and sweet, but as your hands wash away the evening from the skin, there’s more hunger, more passion. Atsumu pulls and lifts you, throwing you over his shoulder as he walks out of the bathroom. “‘Tsumuuuu! The towels! We’re NOT sleeping in a wet bed!” “Who said anything about sleepin’, princess?”

Idiot.

Bonus scene: “Good morning sunshine.”

He whispers against your forehead after your lashes tickle his neck. His palms embrace your cheeks, and his lips on yours are as soft as summer rain. Pecks become open mouthed kisses, invitations and promises of summer heat. Breaths and sighs remind you of a seaside breeze, carrying the freshness of waves and hotness of sand. Your hands are roaming in search of a buried treasure, but no matter how much they find, it’s not enough. It’s never enough. His mouth ghost over the shells of your ears, spilling words smooth and shiny like pearls, while fingers trail new paths under the veil of your shirt. They discover new lands, gliding along the skin, making it bloom in tiny goosebumps wherever they touch. Kisses and licks flow at the surface of your neck, sealing and sucking over sensitive spots, painting them in pinks, reds, and purples. Big palms cover the hills of your breasts, thumbs sweep over the nipples so gently, that you’re not even sure if you imagined it.

Your naked body shivers underneath his, and arches into his warm embrace, as his lips press silent praises into your skin. You open your eyes, and you don’t know which is brighter - the sunshine pouring through the windows, or the sunshine of his hair. You can touch his hair though. So you do, and the soft rivers of gold cascade and tickle in between your fingers. Atsumu raises his gaze and smiles against your skin, lighting up your heart.

Reaching your heat, he pulls the strings of your pleasure with each kiss, each flick of his tongue, and you sing the ballad he composes. In this concert you’re the star, you’re the diva, and he’s merely there to worship you, to accompany your voice, to encourage and appreciate. He’s guiding you through the quiet breathy parts, not much louder than a whisper. He’s caressing the keys, adding more passion, more force, more depth, eliciting notes reaching higher, pushing you through a crescendo, rapidly, lovingly, until you’re nothing but an effusion of pleads and cries of his name.

“Atsumu, come back to me.” You breathe out.

And he’s walking the path again, kissing the ground he steps on, coming back to where he belongs, where he wants to belong. Your eyes meet when he glides into you, slowly, carefully, as if any sharp movement would shatter you and this moment. Atsumu nibbles at your lips and you let him in, let his tongue dance with yours, as your fingers intertwine.

One more push joins your hips, and you both let out a breathy sigh. He pulls back and rolls back in, making sure you feel all the veins, until his tip kisses your cervix. And again. And once more.

“Ah… Tsumu…” And he knows he’s lost.

“God, yer so beautiful.”

You’re sinking in his eyes like molten chocolate, and the whole world ceases to exist. There’s only you and him, and the flame spilling from where you’re joined, overtaking your bodies, minds, and senses. It’s too much, it wells up in your eyes and overspills, and he’s quick to brush it away. A kiss is placed on your temple and travels down your cheek and onto your neck. With a free hand you rub mindless patterns on his back, scrape at his nape, while his roams down along your skin, adorning all the curves.

You moan into his shoulder at the sudden touch. He only grazes your clit and you’re fluttering, pulling him deeper inside of you. The movement is slow, as slow as the roll of his hips, as the drag of his tongue on your throat. But it spreads like a wildfire, floods your mind in waves until everything is drowned in a white haze and explodes in a million stars.

“Come with me”

And he does. He paints his own milky way inside of you, releasing galaxies upon galaxies until he pours everything he has, until he’s empty and you’re full. He does, because he would follow you anywhere.

#haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #miya atsumu smut #atsumu fluff #miya atsumu fluff #atsumu crack #miya atsumu crack #haikyuu x y/n #atsumu x y/n #miya atsumu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #haikyuu crack #mysh.supernova.[hq]

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worldsover · 4 years ago

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No More Drowning ft. Olivia Hye

length ✦ 7138

genres ✧ drunk hookup; outercourse; roommate!Olivia

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Perspiration deluges your white Taekwondo uniform. You make it fit loose so that it doesn’t stick to your skin. A refreshing breeze now annoys you as it whistles through your damn window that never sealed completely shut. At least you didn't need to turn on a fan today.

“Hey Captain,” you greet the commander of none. Hyejoo lies on a small blue couch, the only pristine spot in the living room. Her outfit suggests that there would be the usual cool air expected of the season but the fall is humid and stuck in the climate of a couple months past. It’s incredible that there is not a bead of sweat formed on her face. You study her and somehow she’s handsome in your eyes which is probably not a word others would use to describe the stunning woman reclining with her feet up.

“Wassup,” she says.

“You gonna-”

“Clean up? Yeah, yeah, lemme finish this round.”

Her face is welded to her screen though her eyes dart around maybe holding a hint of remorse at the clothes that litter the cramped living space and the dishes in the sink.

“I’m not an impostor! Ahhh!” Hyejoo shouts into the screen. Certainly none of her actions follow through on that guilt.

“How'd this even happen? You got pyjamas on the floor, shirts on the chairs. You a camgirl or something?"

"I'm a camgirl? I can see your tits dude.” Cover your pectoral cleavage in faux shame. ”Yo, I swear I just saw green-"

"And all these energy drinks? Come on Hyejoo, no way your heart lasts more than a year.”

“Wow, meanie.”

You look at your watch. “It’s like 9:40.”

“Shit, right, the marketing test.” Hyejoo’s fingers show no pretense that she’ll stop playing. She definitely didn't see your disapproving face. “Oh relax, I still got time,” she says anyway.

Finally, she looks up at you and her brows crease. “What?” you ask.

"You look good today."

Your heart floats just a little. You always appreciate the little compliments she gives. They were just ones that friends, good friends, would say but you’ll take anything to keep you going. Well, it’s enough to get you to clean up for her again.

“It’s gonna be a long shower by the way.” She giggles and you step over empty cans and bottles when you walk to the bathroom.

“No prob, I’m heading out soon,” Hyejoo says.

“Sure you are.”

Her exaggerated yawn seems not so exaggerated by how she stretches her entire being before putting her phone away.

“Oh, soon means now. How long’s it going to take?” you say.

She shrugs her shoulders. “One, two? I dunno.”

In a rush to get all her supplies in her bag, a series of metallic clangs sound out when finished beverages fall over like dominoes.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry about that, I really am. I can buy you lunch if you want something?” Hyejoo starts picking up a few of them to set aside in the corner and you help her.

“Nah, I’ll still be in the shower by then.”

Hyejoo scoffs. “If I'm addicted to caffeine, you're addicted to water. A sandwich sound good?”

“Yeah sure. I got a lot on my mind, Captain.”

“That include me?” A dismissive puff of air exits your lips. No, no way. She walks up to smell your uniform. Your acute awareness of her distance or lack thereof causes you to ignore her pupils' subtle drift downwards.

“You’re a weirdo, you know that?”

"Get to your shower stinky."

You wave Hyejoo off then enter the bathroom. The scurry of little steps and a slam from the front door echo the whole apartment. Never any privacy in here. These sounds give way to the jet engine of your shower with its pressure betraying the bargain rate of your rent. Soap washes away your muscles' ache and the sun’s beating on your skin. It's been unusually warm since the leaves turned brown. Water builds up in the tub.

Something's not adding up. There it is again. That plunging in your heart. Sparring always helps a bit after your early morning manual labor carrying bags of sand. However, it does not stop the resurfacing of your every mistake as there's nothing but your mind in the shower. You don't have a plan and your future is void because money and work hours kill you as much as school. You're not even getting all the wages you earn and there's nothing you can do about it. Past choices bubble up in that unkind way. The cup fills and clear blue liquid engulfs you.

Lift yourself out the tub to catch a breath that you don't deserve. Deliberate respirations do nothing to slow down your heart rate. The only thing that can is a captain. You could wander the ocean on a raft with her alone but you have no idea if she felt even close to the same. Maybe she's just the most important friend you've ever had. Light from the small window hits the tiled floor. Unplug the drain. Right, you left your clothes in your room so wrap yourself with a green towel you find hanging from the doorknob.

Shit! There's not a mouse in sight but you shriek like there is one when Hyejoo materializes in the confined kitchen. Hyejoo expresses no surprise herself as she sits cross legged on the miniature wooden dining table playing yet another mobile game. Laundry baskets and garbage bags hold all the previous mess. Your surprise at her appearance transforms into surprise for her proactiveness. You want to give her thanks but no words escape your lips.

"You gonna put on some clothes? Perv. That’s my towel too."

Your hands push off invisible blame. The hands of the wall clock reads five minutes before noon. "Woah, woah, wait a sec. What happened to the midterm?"

"Walked out in the middle of it. Couldn’t deal. Dropped."

"Wait, what about the refund?"

"Sunk cost dude.” Hyejoo sniffs a wide white shirt hanging from a chair next to her. “This yours or mine? Ehh, it's clean either way."

You catch the shirt and smell it. A little vanilla. It's hers. “Thanks Captain.”

“Even sniffing it? Really a perv.” You almost forget a single piece of fabric separates full exposure of your genitals but the realization makes you blush anyway.

“Nah, you smelled it first and. Whoever smelt it, dealt it.”

“That’s not what that saying means.” Hyejoo gets up from her awkward seat.

Incredible how many new ways she can throw you off like when she bumps into you with her eyes are still on her phone. Hyejoo's clumsiness will be your death as the towel slips down and hangs solely from your half erect dick. Cool, you're just a clothing rack now. She turns you around with one hand and snatches the large shirt with the other. Your bare moon is in full view.

"You gonna put this on or just stand there?" she says with no qualms about the absurd sight of your newly cleansed rear. You scramble to wrap the towel tightly around you to tame your erection but there's no way she hasn't noticed by now.

"Y- yep, I, I will do that, for sure." Turn back around and take the shirt to put it on carefully. It’d be oversized for her but it fits you snug. Your ears must have joined your cheek’s redness because your nipples poke through the thin white fabric.

Hyejoo takes a single glance away from her screen at your makeshift towel skirt and laughs. "Actually, you look cute like that. Just keep the towel on, it's less to clean."

Wide-eyed, you say, "What if ahjumma barges in?"

"What if? Whatever, no fun." She sticks her tongue out then gets comfortable on the couch while her diligent and nimble fingers peck at the screen.

Return to the restroom and deal with your erection before it becomes a problem. You’ve seen hints of her comely body before and it helps you undress her layered attire in your imagination. Instead of the black button-up long sleeve and track pants she wore just moments ago, you picture a crop top, her hair tied up and white panties, and it's that latter image that affixes to your mind. On a particularly balmy day, Hyejoo wore only her underwear because she had nothing else to do but game and it hasn't stopped plaguing your fantasies ever since. Your hands are Hyejoo’s, soft and loving just for a moment.

"You taking another shower in there or what?" Hyejoo shouts, “I’d definitely hear from here!”

Reality smacks you in the face. She had no fear of you, no worry that you’d take advantage of her. Were you even a man? Stop your jerking and get up.

Open the bathroom door absentmindedly and thump. It smacks her head. You don’t even think about why she was standing right next to the door, instead sweeping aside her hair from her face. Red doesn’t come from where you hit her.

Simultaneously, you and Hyejoo say, “You okay?”

“Um, I’m, look-”

Her blush grows but she interrupts your blabbering, “I didn’t hear you respond and thought you, uh, died in there or something.”

Nearly reached la petite mort if that counted but instead you say, “No, I just. Had a lot to consider.”

“Sure.” You’ve never seen her this flustered since it’s enough for her to scurry back to her room. Hopefully things wouldn’t be too awkward.

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“I fucking hate you!” Hyejoo yells.

“Oh yeah? Same!” you retort, probably too loud.

Her tone goes down. “Were those the lines?”

“Ehh, as long as we get the gist of the argument down.”

Hyejoo and you stand on the stairway up to your rooftop apartment in your rehearsed spots. She looks a little confused on how to start what she wants to start but you poke at her when you see the landlady walking towards the stairs.

“Chill out!” she yelps.

“Chill out, you’re telling me to chill out?"

"Seriously, oppa," that's about as strained as a human can say a word, "You’re such a slob!”

“Shut up, look at me straight in the eyes and tell me you’re not just as bad,” you say, trying not to laugh but Hyejoo’s punch knocks the wind out of you. Your pain is only half acting. Her sympathetic look does nothing to soothe you.

"Ya!" The elderly woman interrupts and forces you two apart. “That’s enough! I get you’re cousins but even I don’t fight this badly with my family.”

Hyejoo whips her pupils towards you as though to ask the same question you had, if you sold the illusion too hard.

“I get that living with your kin is tough but at the very least, no murders on my property. Not until one of you graduates.” The old lady squints and turns to each of you saying, “Promise me. No hitting. Not in my sight.”

You nod then Hyejoo’s sigh becomes an assenting nod when the landlady smacks her wrist nearly black and blue. Satisfied at her hard work reconciling family matters, she walks back down her stairs to do her usual wandering around the neighborhood. Hyejoo and you take a second to stretch and relax.

“Ha. Do as I say, not as I do,” Hyejoo says as you both sit on the concrete steps.

You caress your tender rib. “Or don't do at all. Ow. You wanna be a Youtuber? They do boxing and gaming, and you'd kill doing both." Hyejoo's laugh is rich and all that it takes for you to forgive her. You exhale. "Hopefully that gets her off our backs for a while.”

“How do you even manage Taekwondo? You’re so fragile and-" Her sentence is interrupted when she looks at your built arms.

"No way they hit as hard as you, Captain." You miss her carnal look when you close your eyes and think about the nickname that you aimlessly threw out one day.

She stands up. Your eyes violently spread open at her “Kya!” Hyejoo’s fighting stance and shouts masquerading kihaps are totally off. As much as Hyejoo could kill you, a Taekwondo fighter since your childhood, she could also be incredibly cute too.

You tsk. "All that power and no technique."

Hyejoo sits back down none the more ashamed and scratches her head. "You think it would’ve been easier if we came clean?”

“Ahjumma could never allow two strangers to live co-ed. No way. I’m still surprised you came up with that so quickly.”

“It just came out so naturally, oppa!” she says in a deriding high pitch. “Yeah right I ever call you that again.”

Ring ring. You answer the call and Hyejoo's quizzical stare turns concerned at your breathlessness from the words that drill into your ear. They slam, they crash and their volume could break your eardrums even though they’re said as calmly as possible. The hole in your raft grows bigger and leaks more so even when you reach the abandoned shore, you're marooned.

"Fuck, fuck, god."

Sprint for the next bus. Pay no heed to the girl chasing you. Dammit, this can't be happening. Every problem gets fucking magnified because you can't have anything good and if you did, never could it last for more than a goddamn millisecond. You embark on the most anxious ride of your life even though you already know exactly what's going to happen. Transfer buses. The skyscrapers hover over you and gloat about how you’ll never enter their doors. Asphalt and glass swelter you when they reflect radiation down the sky. Your skin hurts. You get off the bus and arrive at the headquarters of the construction company. At the front of the building stands your boss.

Slap. "Did you not get the message? Were you under a tunnel?"

You get on your knees and bow. "Sir, I'm sorry."

"No one else is going to hire a goddamn delinquent like you."

"Please. I thought you understood." You nearly prostrate yourself

"I have no idea what you're talking about. There's a lot of assault on your record."

You stop yourself from blurting out that you fucking know. Defending yourself from bullies is assault? He already knew this was bullshit since that's why he hired you in the first place but now he's backtracking like a rat.

"I'll do anything to work here." He shakes his head while you hold back a tear. "Please. Just. Just tell me why?"

"You got greedy."

"Greedy?" You raise your head and then your tone. "Getting paid for the work that I do is greed?"

"You're on your knees and wanna talk back? Get out."

Bang. A closing door. Your head slumps back down and not a single person on the bus would misunderstand your emotions. You take the longest way home, unsure if you even deserve to go back. Any time, you could give up. Ponder your choices. Never going to get a job again. Never going to school. Never will have a chance to learn or a chance to improve. Never going to have money and never will have a place to live. Never going to see Hyejoo again. You have to give up.

One missed phone call from your polar opposite. She can do so much better. The longest way home turns longer when it goes straight to the sea as you decide to live life as a fisherman with your uncles. You were always invited. You wasted your time in the city. There's no stress here.

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There's no happiness either. Weeks passed even though only days passed. That’s life on the water. Everything spins. Fortunately, you manage to keep your stomach in not wanting to inconvenience the bus driver, the only other person in the vehicle.

You look at your watch as you near Hyejoo's home. She must be asleep by now but you carry each foot heavily when you walk up the steps anyway. Apologies, excuses and petitions that you wrote in your head blank away when you open the door when you see a woman asleep on the couch with earbuds on. Her unconscious head bounces to a slow rhythm. Your lungs fail your mouth's movements to form words because of all that creamy skin covered only by a green towel that creates an outline of her captivating curves. Hyejoo's legs beg to be licked and her collarbones direct your gaze to the bulging flesh poking from the top of the towel with her nipples an inch from your sight. Any other day and you’d ravage her on the spot. Stupid brain tells you to leave and stupid you follows.

You're outside when you hear Hyejoo say, "Hey! Motherfucker, where'd you go you son of a bitch?"

She steps out with no regard to her state of dress and you spin around watching for any witness. You notice her hold back when she hits you but her consecutive punches send a message anyway as each strike punctuates her words, "What, makes you think, you can worry me, like that?"

"Woah, you should. You should get back inside your house," your voice breaks and you back away.

"Hold on now, you're really about to go? Like this?" Hyejoo says.

"You. You look busy. I have to go."

"I'm sorry, I was just messing around with you. Come on, you're really telling me-" She notices your tumultuous expression and sighs. “Fuck it, we'll worry about it tomorrow. First of all, come in. With me. Into our home.”

You follow her into her apartment. She quickly returns from her room in a simple white tee and red gym shorts revealing the supple shape of her ass.

“I'm not gonna ask, okay? Tell you what. When you have a problem, the only answer is late night soju, beer and?” she says.

“Chicken, it’s gotta be. Come on, I see the bones right there.” You point to the countertop dishes. “I’m surprised this place isn’t messier."

"I can handle myself, thank you very much. And that. That was leftover, dry, sober chicken. We're going to munch down on that good crispy skin and we're doing it goddamn wasted." You can't help but match her smile, more radiant and genuine than yours.

Hyejoo pulls out all the alcohol from the small fridge while you call for delivery before both of you step outside the home. It’s night but the heat would make you believe the moon disguises the sun with how it shines on the green roof. What a weird fall. Only the trees remind you of the season. A short plastic table as the only furniture easily moved outside means that you’d have to sit close together on the floor, not that you minded.

Her silence confuses you but she becomes her usual self after you both down glasses of mixed beer and soju and especially after she sees the delivery man bringing an absurd amount of plastic bags for two people.

“Let’s. Go!” she shouts sloppily.

The poor worker looks at you so you give him a knowing nod and point to the beer and soju cans strewn about. His thumbs up as he walks away beguiles you. You look at Hyejoo and realize all the cleavage she’s showing with the shirt she chose. It's as revealing as the towel she wore earlier. Did she not put on a bra? Stand up quickly and search for the guy but his motorcycle revs and he’s already out of sight. That fucker probably saw something he shouldn’t have. You’re never gonna order from that chicken spot again. You bite angrily into the spicy crispy wing. Alright, maybe you just won’t order at this hour or whenever that dude works. Hyejoo chows down with drumsticks on each hand and it’s clear she’s responsible for a majority of the finished carcasses. The stains on her shirt would not make her look any less goddamn cute.

“Cheers!” Glasses clink. How many drinks, how many, burp, were you down? She burps too, you burp together. It’s funny. There was a lot of conversation but it slips you.

"I said I wouldn't talk about it, but Doyun and Michael, worried sick. They came here, everything.” Hyejoo garbles her words.

"Just ‘cause I don't show up to the club for a few days?"

"I'm telling you, a lot of people care. For you. I know I do."

It’s been a while since you started your little escape. All the food’s gone. You’re more sober now. You swear. The nighttime is so comfortable that Hyejoo brings out her blanket to lay on, along with a spoon and a watermelon.

"You're gonna have to wash this later," you say.

“Alright fine. Don't. Don’t rest yourself besides a pretty lady.“ Stab. ”On a perfect starry night.” Stab. “And don’t have some of this delicious watermelon."

One more stab at the watermelon she splits it open. Her devilish look suggests she might do the same to your rib cage if you don’t acquiesce. Lie down next to Hyejoo on the flimsy layer of cloth. You share pieces of the fruit and notice water spilling down her mouth. Definitely sober by now. She’s maybe half a meter away.

"Starry's a strong word to use.” You twirl your finger at the scarce lights in the black backdrop. “Lady too with the way you eat-" She playfully covers your mouth and flicks your forehead.

You don't know when your laughter and banter slow down, or when you start inching closer to her. It doesn't matter.

“Fishing is boring. They make it look all dramatic on shows and you’re just waiting. The night sky’s much clearer though.”

“You gotta. When you do something like that, gotta lemme join in at least.”

“You’re really fine on going on a trip with a man, alone, faraway on the sea?”

“If it’s you.”

“I don’t count, not much of a man at all. I just run away from shit and-”

"Shhh,” she shushes you loudly. “You can count on me.” Hyejoo says and you don’t let her voice project into empty space.

“I will.” It sounds a little forced from you.

“You will,“ she sounds so sure of herself, ”you’ll be okay.”

Your head lays in her neck. A finger in a cup, breaking surface tension so a drop escapes past the rim. You have no outdated sentiments on displaying emotion but you held back often pretending your tenacity was as strong as your body. Not this time. Your cup overflows.

Only moonlight refracts on your tears and Hyejoo wipes them away. You have no idea what she’s thinking as she gazes into the few stars visible in the city. Turn on your side and Hyejoo does likewise to face you then puts a couple of fingers in your hair. Cup her face in return and it wears many emotions, such as impishness, meekness at a few times, and an often impenetrable focus, but above all it’s the standard for beauty in how it assumes no blemish. Her triangle mouth is distinct, welcoming, but you hesitate. Her minute sugary fragrance overwhelms the variety of smells in the air. Crickets and distant occasional traffic. Hyejoo’s head tilts forward then places her lips light on yours and your world is silent. Your heart’s pulse slows so it doesn't interrupt.

“Captain,” you exhale out when she finally retreats her mouth. The name sounds ridiculous in this setting. “Ma’am?”

“Whatever sounds right to you,” she yields, though the subdued caresses on the definition of your arms, and less subtle grabs on your black shirt, convey that she’s in charge even if it’s a gentle direction. "Just Hyejoo is fine."

It's like she’s teaching you how to spar for the first time though neither of you are virgins. Hyejoo gives another kiss then turns you recumbent. You could not and would not stop her now especially when she straddles your denim covered thighs. Take off your shirt and her hands rush to aid you.

“But I’d prefer we don’t think at all.” Is she drooling?

“That’s what got me into trouble. Thoughtlessness.” Your eyes somehow wander away from the woman and her sumptuous yet clothed ass grinding on you.

“What do you think of me?

“Huh?” you say and your eyes snap back to her.

The underside of her shorts warm your groin. “I said, what do you think of me?”

“I think, ugh,” her weight striking a sensitivity in your pants makes you moan, “I think, you’re the most beautiful woman I know.”

“What a player. Well, that’s all you need to think.” Hyejoo rocks back and forth. “Fuck, this is going to be good.”

Lay your hands on her hips and Hyejoo takes your right one, lifting herself just enough to let your dick breathe.

“Why do you need that hand?” you say.

“Feel this.” She takes your hand to knead the thin cloth under her mound and you feel just the tiniest hint of moisture build on your palm.

Pull away to take a base whiff of your slippery fingers. It’ll be a new addiction. The smell of alcohol and the most delicious fried chicken in the world couldn’t compare.

"It's been like this around you since the day we met." Hyejoo bends down and etches every word of the confession into your eardrums, her tone even raspier. "This is all for you."

“Really?” You give her a peck and it turns frisky when tongues join the mix and teeth nibble at lips.

“Mhm.” Her lips vibrate on yours. Hyejoo gropes your crotch over your jeans. “I know it's going to be perfect.” She unzips and pulls down your pants to your knees. You take them off your legs completely and she searches for your wallet.

"I just lost my job and you're gonna rob me?" She breaks her serious character with a snicker. You sniffle and your mood lightens, “And how’d you know I had a condom in there?”

“Just had a feeling.” She winks.

Not an implausible cold reading but you can't count out the possibility of her snooping through your personal effects. You don't mind her proclivities this time. Hyejoo traces your every muscle’s curve with her index and middle finger and focuses especially around your pecs.

“I have to concede. I love these muscles of yours. Ever since that first day I met you at the open house. Maybe I’m just a simple woman.”

“Simplicity is sophistication.” Her fingers draw a line down your torso.

"Indeed. But I'm most interested in this hunk of meat right," she frees your cock from its confines, "Here." Hyejoo licks her lips.

“How is it?”

You’re already hard but Hyejoo's hands deftly work your shaft stiffer. “It’s so thick and this vein right here. It’ll hit just right.”

"Fuck, Hyejoo," you utter when she spits a little on your cock before she unrolls the condom on your erection. Hyejoo slips aside her shorts.

You don't get a view of her pussy with how she sprawls herself on top of you, but the slickness of her lips and the warmth that she emanates from between her legs immerses your senses enough. The missionary with her on top lets her control by the way she guides your cock and presses down on you.

“Oh god, I was right, fuuck,” Hyejoo proclaims when she sinks herself carefully into you and, on the next bounce, smacks her butt right into your waist. Her snugness clenches and quakes on your cock. Willowy arms share a similar hold of your body when she embraces you. You need her as badly as she needs you. You take heavy breaths, especially through your nose. Even her sweat is so alluring. The velvet texture that surrounds you keeps taut on your dick no matter how forcefully she rides herself on top of you. Squelches and quiet moans to a higher power pepper the warm night air.

Hyejoo removes her shirt and slings it away before bowing back down to lick your ears "God, your tits are perfect," you say even though your hands squeeze her buttcheeks in time to her thrusts. Her perky breasts recoil back and forth as they rub your chest while hard nipples juxtapose their softness.

No chance someone would come up to this little rooftop at this hour or have a good view though your cheeks flush at the thought. What if you had extra chicken coming? Or what if the landlady decided to check in on you two late at night? What if-

Hyejoo nudges her forehead against yours. She knows your habits. Your worried face is too familiar for her not to react so she nuzzles your neck and surrounds you with kisses.

Her husky voice vibrates your whole face. "Just focus on me." She makes out with you before her tongue dips into every crevice of your face the same way your cock does in her pink pussy.

Your dick slips out for a second and you take the time to admire her beauty and your fortune.

“Telling me not to drown and you’re going to inundate me,” you say in between her smooches, "With all these kisses."

“Well. Mwah.” Another peck. "You're so delectable.”

“So I’m just chicken to you then.” This deep kiss is probably to shut you up. You’re fine with that.

Regret on her mouth that she pulls away from you. One of you rips off her shorts, the last piece of clothing obstructing you two from total symmetry. Who cares who sees. You’re both fully naked with not a woe for the surrounding world. Delicate hands splayed across your upper body grasp tightly and again, your pecs get particular attention while she fondles your nipples.

She adjusts her back straight up and now she’s on her knees seated on your erection. The cowgirl stance allows her to find a new cusp of your cock head inside her. Hyejoo gyrates on you and you notice the understated lubrication of her pussy begins to overpower everything else in existence. Her musk vaguely reminds you of the ocean while its pheromones have you just as wobbly. It’s enough that, even though you're on your back, you have to hold her waist to avoid keeling over. Nails dig into your chest.

“God, yes, you, your cock, everything, just fuck into me.”

Hyejoo relaxes her body weight and relinquishes the rhythm to you. Pick up a new wind in your sails when you hear her gasp as you pinch her nipples. The momentum has you use all your stamina as though your rigorous fitness had one culminating purpose. You would make Hyejoo cum with only your cock. Rotate and circle your pelvis in pursuit of her most tender spot and an uncharacteristic high pitched wail confirms the location of the treasure. It’s difficult holding yourself up to reach the sensitive wall but she realizes your shared interest.

“That’s, that’s the spot. When I touch myself and think of you, it’s right there, fuck, it’s right there.” There’s no speed or power in your movement, only deliberate jabs and graceful nudges at the softest flesh. Sure it’s work, but damn did you get paid for it since she somehow sops even more between her thighs. Truly the reciprocating delight of friction and silkiness on your dick’s tip is worth it. Your name mixes profanities and wet slapping noises as Hyejoo bucks her hips in climax. Prized juices cascade all over your lap. Her highest vocalizations pierce your ears and her pussy tries its best to milk you but Hyejoo keeps as still as she can to hold your cock’s ideal positioning. Smear the fluids that coat her thighs slick with your hands and lick at your fingers, thirsty like you’re stranded.

Those thighs, by smothering your cock and removing your condom, soothe the pangs of when you pull out. Hyejoo is still in her cowgirl position reeling from her climax and her contorted face is yet more polished than any art you’ve consumed.

Seize the opportunity. Bend your dick forward. The topside of your shaft now rubs on her well-formed ass cheeks, moisturized by the wetness on your cock. Its cradle is different from her pussy's with perfect round cushions in her buns and a tight asshole that greets and tempts your shaft every time you thrust. It’s a siren call you’d have to answer another day. Fucking her bare buttcheeks satisfies you plenty enough.

She lifts up to let your erection return to its idle upward stance and you fuck her thighs in response. Her labia gnaws away at the bottom of your shaft and it begs you to shove it back in especially with how its liquor intoxicates your dick. You don’t forfeit, already overwhelmed by the thickness of her legs and her saliva dribbling from her mouth to help her juices. Hyejoo squirms as you repeat fucking her ass cheeks and fucking her thighs, and it makes the both of you feel heady. Alcohol and lack of sleep would probably do that too.

“Please. Hyejoo,” you implore, flexing your cock to scrape by her pussy lips.

“You want to?” She teases your bare tip but even just the spread of her satin pink on your head makes you shoot just a little. “I. I dunno.”

“Can we?”

“No.” You regret your loud sigh and feel selfish since you already had more satisfaction than one man could ever experience in his life. ”No, not no. No, as in no thinking.”

Plunge back into her wetness. Your cycle in and out continues with you eager to make her climax a second time. Maybe it’s the third time? The only thing you can recall is that this round, you can feel every corner of her pussy on your shaft tensing and relaxing without the latex protection. All of everything is a blur. Hyejoo could be clutching and ogling your muscles. She might be kissing your neck or maybe she’s bobbing up and down to show off her tits and her tummy. God, that midriff would look perfect coated in your cum. You could live forever with Hyejoo mounted on your cock and riding. A ringtone interrupts forever once again. It’s from that number. What was that number? Fuck it, no thinking. Her bouncing tits hypnotize you away from substantiality.

She snaps her fingers. “Hey! Hey. This is, fuck that feels so good, god your cock is just right. Ah fuck, I really think you should answer that.” You take an eternity to slow your boat. Hyejoo points to your phone on the table next to you. Work. She’s right. Both of you take a second to stabilize your breathing. Try to push her off but she refuses, shifting her mass onto your lap and keeping her pussy’s hold tight and warm on you.

“Really?” You groan, “You’re the one who told me to answer it.”

“It’s so late and they haven’t stopped calling.” She rests her head on your chest and yawns. “Your cock is sooo big in me. Don’t even need to move.”

Channel your practice silently jerking off to keep your cool though years of doing that couldn’t prepare you for this. Your hands certainly tried but never could imitate her pussy’s plush tightness. Really wish you didn’t have to but finally, you answer your phone after minutes of ringing. The voice on the other side mumbles a greeting. Didn’t expect to hear him. “Joonho. Why the fuck are you calling now?”

“It’s me! Joonho.”

“Yeah, I know. The hell you calling for?”

“Now that’s no way to speak to your boss, is it?”

“Huh?”

“I said that’s no way to speak.”

“I got that!”

“Hyung. That asshole, management fired him.”

“You telling me-”

“Yeah, they caught him stealing.”

“How the fuck?”

“Dude got too big for his britches and aimed up with his theft too. Mr. Son really didn’t like that shit.”

You cheer in your head. It wakes up the girl resting on you. Guess that wasn’t in your head. “Fuck man.”

"I know right. Fuck him!" You're not on speaker but Hyejoo must’ve heard him say that. You massage your ringing ear.

“Ow. But thank you. Seriously, it’s so late. You could’ve called me tomorrow.”

“I’m drunk as shit man. Sounds like you are too.” You don’t even realize how much you’re slurring your words. “Should I pull up, maybe we drink a little more?”

Stare at the woman still holding your cock in place, fluttering her lashes at you. Hyejoo mouths if you’re gonna take much longer. “I. I don’t think I will. We’ll have to meet up some other time, okay?”

Understanding that you’re winding down your call, she gets back upright and starts bouncing again. “You gonna pass out or something?” Joonho says.

“Something like that” Hyejoo teasingly drops her waist into you and waits, then lifts herself. You purse your lips. “Listen, ah.” And again. Purposeful slams into your cock too loud not to be picked up by a phone. “God. I gotta go, I’ll text you again tomorrow aight goodbye,” you rush your words.

She holds her hair up in pleasure and her profane cries let everyone living below know that you’re fucking the most gorgeous girl with more energy than you’ve ever had. For all the pressure on your sensitive nerves, it’s that image of Hyejoo satisfying her need with your cock that brings you closer.

“I’m almost there! Fuck, fuck.” You pull out and despite her drowsiness, Hyejoo diligently takes your dick with both hands, scoots back and bends down, slobbering on it with her mouth while her fingers stroke the skin of your shaft.

Hyejoo’s lips pop when she releases your cock’s tip. “Where do you wanna-”

“Those fucking perfect abs,” you shudder.

She takes advantage of your previous thrusts’ zeal on her thighs and repositions herself in cowgirl one last time to bend back and choke your cock with her toned legs. One single motion is all it takes. A tsunami and a storm clash. Didn’t remind her that you hadn’t cum at all away at sea as you explode. You call out, “Hyejoo, god, yes, fuck, Hyejoo, yes,” at every wave of pleasure. Shove desperately and Hyejoo’s eyes grow big at how much semen streams out of your slit because the volume of cum nearly rivals the fluid she ejected from her wetness. Her inner thighs, her lap and her stomach all soak in stickiness. She holds onto your arms as she finds enjoyment not only from your cock’s throbbing on her clit, but at your biceps and other curves. An inquisitive pinky takes a sample of your cum to lick up then, to your surprise, she collects all the cum she can with both hands and swallows it down.

“Ahh,” she presents her tongue to you.

Finally, you sit up and no amount of exhaustion would stop you from nibbling her neck as thanks.

“Relax, you hungry beast. You just came all over me and now you’re trying to tell the world we just fucked.” She gives you a little suck on your lips instead.

“I don’t mind.” You clash at her mouth and your teeth click. She smiles and gives you a deep but final smooch. Both of you breathe stiltedly and take time to readjust into the world once again.

“Me neither, if I didn’t have a presentation tomorrow.”

You fall back and feel everything aching in a good way. “Ah shit, school.”

“What did I tell you earlier?”

“Hmm?”

Hyejoo falls flat next to you and clasps her hands into yours. “You will be okay. I called them with an excuse. Speaking of which. You’re gonna find out sooner or later that a certain cool as fuck girl blew the whistle on that son of a bitch.”

This whole thing feels like it should be temporary, like a one-time thing. Any more and it’d be weird, yet her confidence makes you reroute all that anxious energy in your heart’s pace into something good. It’s not love but, “Thanks. I just. Thank you.”

“You are always welcome.” Her lips curl up.

“So. You a snitch now, huh?"

"Relax,” she hisses the end of the word. ”Maybe I snooped through the construction company records, maybe I didn’t. You didn’t hear from me, ‘kay?" She nudges your side with her elbow.

“Hey!” You laugh a little, ticklish in that spot. “Okay, okay. How’d you manage that anyway?”

“Joonho didn’t mention it? Well, I have my connections,” Hyejoo says.

You breathe out and you deserve it. “You really are the Captain.”

“Damn right. Guess you’re stuck on this boat a little.” Yawn. “Longer.” Her eyelids slowly descend.

Watch Hyejoo fall asleep and realize she’s nude and still a little sticky. You decide to make a smart decision just once by putting away all the garbage in your apartment. She giggles reflexively when you clean her up and you struggle but manage to put on her previous outfit.

After you get dressed yourself, you lie next to Hyejoo and watch the few lights in the sky all distanced from each other. You feel a little reticent but the old lady shouldn’t fret if the outdoors is a better bedroom for one night. Close your eyes. Drift away into the best sleep you’ve ever had even if it’s only you and a blanket separate the hard concrete rooftop from the atmosphere. Dreams of water are gracious for once. The ocean lacks bounds and you smile for it. Who cares about tomorrow? It’s made of sticks and rope fashioned from whatever bamboo you could find but the raft holds two. That’s all you need.

✦✧✦✧✦✧

"A college roommate scenario where the male reader is living with LOONA's Olivia Hye and she's attracted to him sexually since he moved in due to his physique. Then one day, he got home all stressed and the two hooked up eventually." - @optimisticwritersworld

AFF, AO3

Pretty sure this was supposed to be all casual but then I started adding to explain the co-ed living scenario and the stress, so here we are. Watch out for more LOONA though no promises on timelines

#kpop smut #loona smut #request #male reader #reader insert #title tracks

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obeyme-kaidii-writes · 4 years ago

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Thunder

Mammon x poly gn!MC x Levi

Words - 1422

Content warnings - none, just tooth rotting fluff, platonic cuddles, polyamory, takes place in Season 3

Prompt/inspiration - “Mammon is scared of thunderstorms”

Summary - Mammon and Levi realize they aren’t too fond of human world thunderstorms.

AO3

It had been a few days since you had reunited with all the brothers in the human world. You had gone from feeling rather lonely and depressed to once again surrounded by the familiar chaos you had come to love so much in less than a day, and honestly you couldn’t have been happier. Lucifer had even gone through the trouble of “bringing” your old room at the House of Lamentation with him, and you were surprised to find just how much you had missed that too.

But what you had probably missed more than anything were two demons in particular - Levi and Mammon. The three of you had been practically inseparable during your time in the Devildom. If you weren’t with one of them, you were with the other, and often all three of you were together causing some manner of mischief.

Tonight though, you were alone. Levi was staying up to participate in some raid with his guild, and Mammon had gone out with Asmodeus to explore the local nightlife. Around the time you had started getting ready for bed, a small storm had rolled in. You loved the sound of rain on your windows, and the gentle rumble of thunder in the distance helped you relax as you snuggled down into your comforter, ready to get some shut eye.

Not long after you had finally drifted off to sleep, a loud BANG BANG BANG on your door jolted you awake.

“Oi! It’s me, open up already. Why’d ya hafta lock your door anyways,” grumbled Mammon.

Bleary eyed, you rolled out of bed, opening the door to see what he wanted.

“Mammon? Aren’t you supposed to be out with Asmo?”

“Ehh, we came back early. Nothin’ really exciting’ going on tonight.”

“Oh, okay.”

The two of you stood in silence for a moment while Mammon shifted on his feet, struggling to come up with a good excuse for the request he was about to make. When you had been in the Devildom, it hadn’t been at all strange for the two of you to spend the night together. Either because you simply fell asleep after watching a movie, or because you liked his company. But now that it had been awhile since then, he wasn’t sure how to go about asking you again, or if the same invitation was still in place and he was welcome to come and go as he pleased.

“Is there something else?” you asked, still half asleep and ready to crawl back into the warmth of your bed.

“Errr, well, I was wonderin’ if I could like...ya know...sleep with ya,” he said, mumbling the last part of his sentence such that you could hardly understand him.

“Huh? Mammon you gotta speak up, I’m way too tired.”

“I wanted ta know if I could…”

Just then a loud crack of thunder echoed through the halls, and Mammon practically jumped out of his skin.

“Do you want to spend the night?” you asked, sensing that perhaps Mammon just didn’t want to be alone right now.

“It’s not like I’m scared of the storm or nothin’ but if ya know, you’d rather have me with ya I don’t mind.”

You smiled softly at him as you opened your door and waved him inside. Even after all this time, he still tried to keep up appearances. It used to annoy you somewhat, but you now found it rather endearing, especially since when the two of you were alone, it never lasted long either.

Closing the door behind you, you made your way back into your bed as Mammon kicked off his shoes and wiggled out of his jacket. He opened your dresser, happy to see that his change of clothes were right where he had left them the last time he had been there, and quickly slipped into a comfortable pair of pajama pants before joining you in bed.

Mammon wrapped his arms around your middle as he spooned your from behind and buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent. It had been so long since he had slept like this, he had forgotten exactly how much he missed it. You could feel his grip around you tighten as he settled in and got more comfortable, and you couldn’t help but smile. You had missed your sleeping buddy too, and having him with you again warmed your heart.

It didn’t take long for Mammon to fall asleep now that he was warm and safe in your bed. He flinched a couple times when he heard the sounds of thunder outside your window, but relaxing was so much easier with you around. He hadn’t been expecting the weather in the human realm to affect him all that much. They had storms in the Devildom too, after all, but they were nothing like this. And he was ever so grateful that you hadn’t asked him too many questions.

Just as you were about to drift off for a second time, your DDD chimed. You thought about not checking your messages, but when another and then another came through, you realized whoever it was wasn’t going to stop until you replied. With a sigh, you cracked open one eye to take a peak.

>>>Levi - hey are you awake

>>>Levi - want to watch a movie

>>>Levi - or we could play a game

It was Levi. The fact that he was awake didn’t surprise you, but you had thought he had plans for most of the night. Why was he bothering you now?

>>>You - I’m really tired, sorry

>>>Levi - oh

>>>Levi - can I still come over? I promise to be quiet.

>>>You - sure. The door’s unlocked.

Not seeing the harm in Levi hanging out in your room while you slept, you were quick to agree to his suggestion. It wouldn’t be the first time he hung out in your room while you did your own thing. Just simply being around you was enjoyable for him, and you were more than happy to have him nearby as well.

A few moments later, you heard your door quietly creak open, followed by a loud crack of thunder that made Mammon flinch. Levi let out a yelp too, accidentally closing the door much more forcefully than he had intended, which was enough to snap Mammon out of his sleep.

“Levi?!”

“What is he doing here?!”

“None of ya business!”

“Stooooppop,” you groaned, “Be quiet or I’m kicking you both out.”

The boys exchanged glares, but Mammon soon settled back down behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you closer to him. You had to laugh at his possessiveness. It didn’t bother you though, as long as he let you get back to sleep.

“Levi?”

You called out to your otaku, who was still lingering by the door. He too had planned on taking shelter in your room when he realized not even the hum of his electronics was enough to distract him from the surprisingly loud storm. Finding Mammon already in your bed was a huge disappointment though, and he couldn’t decide if he was jealous about it, or embarrassed at having been caught coming into your room so late.

When he heard you call for him, he was pulled from his thoughts. And when another clap of thunder caught him by surprise, he was quick to climb into bed beside you on the opposite side of Mammon.

You smiled at Levi when you felt the mattress dip. Even in the dim light of your room you could tell he was nervous, so you opened your arms to him, encouraging him to cuddle up to you. That invitation was all he needed to overcome the last of his hesitation as he slipped his arm over your waist, and hid his face in your chest. You gave him a kiss on the forehead before you wrapping him up in a tight hug and settling back down.

As the storm continued, you’d feel Levi occasionally flinch in your arms before tightening his grip around your waist. Hoping to help him relax and fall asleep, you began carding your fingers through his hair. The sensation immediately caught his attention, distracting him from the sounds of the thunder and lightning in the distance. Focused on the rhythmic feeling of your fingers running through his hair, it wasn’t long before he too had drifted off into a peaceful slumber. And you weren’t far behind him either, warm and cozy snuggled between your two favorite demons.

#gn!mc #poly mc #platonic polyamory #platonic relationships #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me levi #mammon x mc x levi #mammon x poly mc #levi x poly mc #mammon fanfic #levi fanfic #obey me fanfic #levi fluff #mammon fluff #obey me fluff

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relenafanel · 4 years ago

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Dicks (in every definition): a fake-relationship AU

Geralt/Jaskier

Find it on Ao3: Dicks (in every definition) by relenafanel

FOR THE MODERN AU CHALLENGE. WEEK 1: Fake-Relationships

Tag: witcherauseptember

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“I can’t believe anyone could be such an unmitigated puss-filled dick,” Essi said, staring at her phone in disbelief. Jaskier groaned and let his head thunk on the bar.

“I can.” His sticky forehead was the least disgusting part of the evening. He'd just come out to forget his ex, and maybe celebrate being free a little (as fucked up as that was) and quite frankly felt attacked by his social media.

“If I believed it from anyone it would be that narcissist,” she conceded, biting on her lip.

“I know,” Jaskier agreed. “That’s the worst part. I feel like it’s my fault being blindsided by this, as though I should have known something was going to happen today.”

Essi snorted. “It’s not your fault your ex is the worst.”

“No, but I was with him for almost 3 years. I don’t know. That’s my fault.”

“Don’t be stupid,” she said. “Look at this desperate fucker. Do you actually think he’s winning? He might be in a new relationship but the look of this guy makes my vagina want to shrivel up and die.”

Jaskier took her phone from her and looked again. Yeah. Yikes. Valdo was definitely scraping the bottom of the barrel with that one. Jaskier hadn’t even tried to join any dating sites post-breakup, but he was pretty sure there were better options. It wasn’t even the guy’s looks so much as he just screamed skeevy douchebag. It was making Jaskier’s metaphorical vagina also want to die.

“You need to get drunk. Maybe laid.”

“No,” Jaskier said, an idea starting to form as he looked at the relationship status change. “No. I need to match pettiness with pettiness. I need to find someone so hot that I’d have trouble getting him - let alone Valdo with his sad, small dick - and make sure to post a picture on Facebook.”

“Would that make you feel better?”

Jaskier smiled with teeth. “I think it would.”

***

It was their third bar of the evening and Essi was definitely sick of the manhunt. She probably hadn’t realized that when Jaskier was judging men fully objectively and not looking for matching personalities (relationship goals) or a willing body (one night stand goals) he had incredibly discerning tastes.

Probably too discerning.

“How about him?” Essi asked, barely looking up from her phone. She gestured to a guy sitting at the bar trying to make eye contact with a woman across the room.

“Ehh,” Jaskier said. “Sweater vest.”

Essi rolled her eyes. “But cute.”

“I’m not looking for cute. I’m looking for eye-searing hot.”

“I’m having trouble remembering how you’ve ever been in any relationships with these unrealistic expectations.”

“Valdo thought I was hot.” Jaskier thought about that for a moment. “Did I stay with someone for three years out of flattery?”

“Probably. Fuck. Get therapy.”

“I am.”

“You’re going to be working on tonight for a while.”

Fucking true. “Oh god, we just saw Valdo’s taste in men. Tell me true… am I ugly.”

“You’re spiraling.”

“That’s not an answer!”

“You’re spiraling!”

“Yes,” Jaskier agreed, pulling at his hair. “I’m so aware.”

“Based on the guy in his status update I’m going to guess you’re the hottest guy he could get.”

“You’re a good friend.” Jaskier pressed his head against her shoulder.

Then, a table opened up across the room, revealing the man sitting on the other side of it. “Holy shit.”

Essi looked up. Then she looked up. “Wow.”

“I hope he’s into men,” Jaskier said. “Or at least willing to play along with pretending to be for long enough for you to get a picture.”

“You’re going to walk up to that?” Essi asked. “You have more balls than brains.”

That was probably true.

***

“Hi, I’m Jaskier,” he opened with, dropping into the seat across from the gorgeous man. Up close he was even more startlingly pretty, with a chin dimple that highlighted his strong jaw and drew attention to his mouth. “And my boyfriend broke up with me two months ago, only to post his new relationship on Facebook today. Our three year anniversary. It’s the dickest of moves, right?”

The man hummed in agreement, but otherwise didn’t stop frowning in Jaskier’s general direction. Like someone waiting for him to get to the point. Jaskier saw that frown often.

“The reason for the oversharing is that I just forced my best friend to follow me to three different bars to find someone so phenomenally hot for me to spend time with and get picture proof, and here you are. I’d do jazz hands but you don’t seem like someone who responds well to jazz hands.”

“What are jazz hands?”

Whoa.

What a voice. What a sexy, sexy voice. Jaskier knew what he was talking about. He was a connoisseur of voices.

Jaskier wiggled his fingers at him. Tada! “Jazz hands.”

“Huh.” The man took a drink of his beer. “You want to use me as a revenge plot?”

“Exactly. Can I buy you a drink?”

The man gestured to his mostly full beer. “I’m not drinking to get drunk tonight.”

That was only a no to the beer. “Nachos or some other foodstuff?”

The guy seemed possibly interested in food.

“Fine,” he agreed.

****

Facebook: Julian Alfred Pankratz is in a relationship with Geralt of Rivia.

“Who’s Julian Pankratz?” Geralt muttered, staring at his phone.

“What?” Jaskier groaned, coming out a shitty sleep to a few realizations:

He’d gone home with the hottest guy on earth, which he should be pleased about, AND WAS PLEASED ABOUT

He might throw up

He’d done something last night. Something he’d said “that’s up for tomorrow Jaskier to sort out” because his drunk self was apparently a fucking masochist, and now Jaskier wasn’t really sure what that was.

Only Geralt was still scowling at his phone and seemed to know his real name.

So.

“Fuck,” Jaskier groaned. His mouth tasted like nachos and the regret of doing shots too late in life. He was 28 years old, not dead, but his hangover didn’t seem to know that. “We didn’t get married , did we?”

“...”

Jaskier risked the light filtering in through the edges of the blinds to look at Geralt. His hair was beyond mussed - Jaskier didn’t know hair could get that tangled overnight. He was still frowning at his phone.

“I’ve been calling you Jaskier.”

“I go by Jaskier,” he promised. He was too busy having his own crises to deal with Geralt’s! For fucksakes. “Now, back to the marriage thing??”

“No.”

Phew. That was probably on him. He wasn’t sure people could actually get fake married overnight. Legally. He’d seen a lot of movies, though.

Ok. Next problem. “I might throw up.”

Geralt turned his head slowly to look at him. Yikes. Too much beautiful-man-face in his face for this early in the morning.

“It’s eleven,” Geralt told him in the dry tone that told Jaskier he’d said that all outloud.

“Eleven after getting to bed at what? Five? Eugh, boo. Do you have any food?”

***

Geralt did have food.

Well, Geralt had protein bars and electrolytes, which was basically the same thing. Jaskier could always fall on top of a burger on his way home if he had to. He’d finally looked at his phone by the time he was halfway through his breakfast.

107 new notifications.

What the fuck?

Julian Alfred Pankratz is in a relationship with Geralt of Rivia

Geralt and I were going to wait until announcing this wasn’t an asshole move, but now that it doesn’t really matter, I just wanted everyone to know that I’m doing GREAT.

Attached to it was the picture of the two of them together that Essi had taken with the caption of “I wouldn’t feel too sorry for Jaskier tonight”

His drunk self had a lot to answer for. No wonder Geralt had been scowling at his phone.

“I can’t believe I went Facebook Official with someone I haven’t even had sex with yet,” Jaskier mourned. “What is it, 2007?”

***

It took Jaskier almost the full day to recover enough to actually look through his comments on Facebook. By the time he had, they’d almost doubled and he’d made the mistake of clicking into Instagram to find one of those quintessential happy-relationship-our-feet-are-cute-together bullshit pictures. He had a different following on Instagram, mostly using it for pictures of himself singing.

Yikes. Yikes. Yikes. This wasn’t a contained problem, if you could call their mutual friends and families on Facebook that had been gathering in the wings for 15 years a contained problem . Fucking Facebook. Jaskier friended people he’d met once. He had a database of acquaintances. It was great for - you know - being a musician looking for gigs. He’d done 15 weddings in the last year.

It was pretty shitty when he’d faked having a boyfriend so people wouldn’t feel bad for him.

But, as he read through the comments and realized that some of them weren’t for him, he realized that maybe he wasn’t the one with the biggest problem.

Jaskier: Did you just come out?

Jaskier: Are you EVEN INTO MEN?

Jaskier: I REMEMBER YOU THINKING THIS WAS FUNNY AND AGREEING TO IT

Jaskier: BUT

Jaskier: I REGRET COMMITTING TO CAPS SO SOON BECAUSE I MEAN THIS IN CAPS AND BOLDED

Jaskier: WHOEVER LAMBERT IS JUST CONGRATULATED YOU ON FINALLY GETTING DICKED DOWN BECAUSE IT MIGHT MAKE YOU LESS GRUMPY

Geralt: I see you’ve read the comments

Geralt: my brother

Jaskier: YOUR BROTHER?!

Geralt: bold and caps?

Jaskier: and italics what the fuck. Why’d you let me do this?

Jaskier: wait.

Jaskier: WAIT

Geralt: there it is

Jaskier: this was your idea

Jaskier: did you use me to tell everyone you know that you’re gay or bi or whatever you identify as?

Jaskier: what a brilliant opportunity last night was for both of us

Geralt: you went back to sleep and didn’t process any of this yet, didn’t you?

Jaskier had been seen with that, fuck. He made a face at his phone even though Geralt couldn't see it.

A few moments later a response to Lambert popped up from Geralt himself.

@Lambert who says I haven’t been getting dicked down this entire time you heteronormative asshole

Followed by someone named Yennefer posting a picture of a strap on.

Who were these people? Could you love someone based on how their friends reacted to their ill-advised fake-relationship status change? Asking for a friend.

Geralt: for context, that’s my ex-wife

Geralt: we’re ok

Geralt: especially when she’s helping me fuck with my brother

***

Jaskier was debating the merits of asking Geralt if he wanted to come up with a break-up plan or just date when another comment showed up.

Vesemir left a comment:

You’ll bring him to brunch tomorrow?

Geralt left a comment:

We’ll be there

Vesemir left a comment:

Leave the frightening device at home

Geralt left a comment:

He doesn’t need it

This was followed by a string of variations of LOL and OH SHITs from about 7 different people. Jaskier watched it all unfold feeling like he’d stepped into the middle of something he didn’t understand - yet. He was definitely in trouble, if the way his heart rate increased at Geralt’s he doesn’t need it was any indication. It wasn’t even the dick reference, though that was amazing. It was the snappy, quick response. The underlying sarcasm.

Jaskier had a type. He could end a fake relationship that was based on seeing a searing hot guy across a room, but it was a bit harder when the guy had a personality he liked. If Geralt turned out to have a heart of gold, Jaskier was screwed and would probably be proposing marriage by year’s end.

Yeah, we’ll be there , he commented.

Geralt: my dad

Geralt: thanks

Jaskier: no problem

Jaskier : gonna call

“So I’m thinking,” Jaskier said the moment Geralt’s face showed up on the video call. He was squinting at his phone like no one had ever tried to video call him before.

“Hi,” Geralt replied, looking amused.

“I’ve been debating the merits of planning a breakup for our fake relationship or just… dating? I’m thinking maybe we should date? Do you have input?”

“Dating’s fine.”

“But do you… are you even attracted to me? Would you pick me?”

Oh fuck, what was that?! Something new to bring up in therapy.

Geralt tilted his head. “You don’t know this about me yet, but I’m capable of saying no. Overly capable, some of my family might tell you.”

“So you’re not saying no?”

“I’m pretty confident I said yes instead.”

***

“As Jaskier’s best friend and the only witness,” Essi said into the microphone, holding up a glass of champagne to salute the two of them. “Our happy couple gave me full permission to tell the story of what happened the night Geralt and Jaskier met. Like Jaskier himself, the story is partially an embarrassing tale of bad decisions, half-cocked plans, and a lot of heart.”

Jaskier grinned, and nudged his shoulder into Geralt’s.

“And,” Essi continued with glee, “dicks in every definition.”

#geralt of rivia #jaskier #witcherauseptember #the witcher #fanfiction: drabble #fake relationship

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queen-of-stoneharts · 3 years ago

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Syndruin-series ch.9/1

9. Court of manners & passion (part 1)

The night fell, as the couple arrived back in Stormwind. Poor gryphon was fell into a deep slumber, he haven't taken a long flying route, than before. For the night, Anduin offered a guest room for Lisy.

- Remind me, that i owe an apology for Taelia tomorrow.

- I owe you mine as well, for you.

- I already accepted minutes ago. So chill... - meanwhile they went to their quarters. Anduin led his beloved into the guest room, up in the tower.

- I hope you like it.

- My old room is not better than this, so, of course i like that. And whoever decorated, give him, or her a raise. I better off, for today, see ya. - kissed him, then before she fell asleep, she discovered her new room.

Not so ladylike, as Anduin knows her well, but some elements showed, that this room must fit for a ruler-to-be. She especially liked the Alliance-banner on the wall.

She checked the drawer at the window. Only a small book were in. Lisy opened up by curiousity, but the pages were blank. 'Ah, a journal', thought, maybe it will be handy in these days. Once she heard, writing journal is a good therapy, especially for those, who had traumas.

Later she changed into her sleepwear, then went to sleep. She fell asleep much faster, since this bed is more comfortable, than hers at home.

***

A soft knock woke her up in the next morning. The young warrior slowly got up & checked who's that.

- I need a moment! Let me dress up at first...

- But please, hurry, my dear! We need to discuss the ball's details!

After she get herself together, she left her room & joined Anduin, to have breakfast together, before they get down to business.

- Haven't you ever felt... it was just like yesterday, that i got lost in the corridors & bumped into you?

- Those times were great... we didn't needed to worry about major things, we were too young to understand.

- But you were already smart enough to realize, that Onyxia was suspicious as hell.

- Ehh, true.

After they finished eating, they headed to the council room, where the preparation-assembly was held. First, they checked the decorations.

- These looks good. What do you think, dear?

Lisy observed it. Blue organza garland with golden trim & ribbons.

- Hmm... very nice & the fabric was well-chosen, but somehow i see this still "empty". - she turns to the decorateur. - What if, at the edges we'd put... i don't know, any flowers, but in a different color?

- I see, what can i do with, Miss. - then he showed the next decor-element. A moment later the tailor asked Lisy to measure her, behind a screen.

- Is it neccessary? I mean, can't i wear my current clothing?

- It's a special occassion after all. I already designed a fine dress, just for you. You will love it, can you trust me?

Lisy hesitated, well, she never wore dresses, since she took back the control over her life. And how could she fight in skirt? No one knows, when will be an another ambush.

- Only for you!

- That's the spirit!

After she dressed back, she joined back to her beloved, finishing the preparations. An hour passed & all was settled down. After the assembly left, only him & her remained in the room. Lisy sat up on the table & pulled Anduin close to her.

- Just you & me, and hope no one will disturb us.

- Do you really want me so much, don't you?

- Why not?

- You are such a hopeless one, you know. - then pushed her back, then she laid under him, Lisy clasped her legs around his waist, and pulled him into a deep passionate kiss. They savored this moment for long, they haven't heard, someone entered & with a warning cough, interrupted.

- I don't want to bother this inappropriate moment, but - Anduin & Lisy looked to the voice in shock.

- Genn, we can explain... - Anduin spoke up, but he was silenced with a gesture.

- No need to, and i'm kinda disppointed. - the worgen king just glanced at Lisy, then lowered his gaze to her hand. He recognized the ring. - So your decision is made, right?

- I won't start an arguement, i chose her & my decision is done! You can say anything about her, but you don't know the rest! I had my reasons to propose Lisy. I love her with all my heart, and no other noble ladies worth, than her!

- Fine, i'll allow your choice... for as long as she makes you happy, but tell me, Lisyndra...

- ... Stonehart... - she gritted her teeth in answer. She felt, they won't get along well.

- Lisyndra Stonehart, then... i heard, you are very skilled with arms, got eyes for tactics, but do you know about decorum?

Lisy had to admit, then shook her head.

- Thought so. After the bethoral ball, you will start your studies, until the pre-evening of the wedding.

- How long shall i take this... one-person-class? - meanwhile she glanced at Anduin for help, when will their wedding shall be hold. He wasn't sure as well. - And what have i exactly need to learn?

- Etiquettes, manners, we'll teach you, how to behave, if a diplomacy meeting would happen, and of course, dance.

- Dance? - she frowned. - And for what?

- I think he meant our wedding dance we show at the reception... - Anduin finished the thought.

- ... Oh...

She thought, her engagement was heaven, but hell just knocked on her door.

“... Fuck...“

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mnthpprt · 4 years ago

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Chapter 31: A Devil By Any Other Name

The theatre is already full when we arrive, but the best seats are reserved for le Comte and me. From our box, we can oversee the crowd below, eagerly awaiting the start of the play. As the lights dim, I pull out a cigarillo and quickly light it with my red plastic clipper, hidden from view. Soon, the audience in front of us becomes enveloped by darkness, their chatter dying down to a dead silence as the curtains begin to open.

They reveal a woman. She sits alone on a wooden chair on the left side of the stage, which has been made to look like the interior of a humble home. She glances to the other side, nervous, as the chants of an angry mob grow louder. They enter from the right, carrying pitchforks and torches, and begin to pound on the detached door that separates them from the other half of the stage.

Meanwhile, the woman pours salt on the floor, drawing a circle, and falls to her knees in front of it. It is not God that she prays to, no. Instead, she summons a tall man in a black cape and a mask made of a goat’s skull, who appears through a trapdoor on the floor amidst a puff of smoke, earning a few gasps from the audience. The Devil is here.

She has been accused of witchcraft, she tells him through tears of desperation, and the villagers want to burn her at the stake. And so, she sells her soul in exchange for shelter in order to escape such a horrible fate. The Devil, having agreed to hide her, extends his hand to the witch. The second she takes it, the theatre grows dark once again. This is the end of the first act.

During the brief pause, I turn to le Comte. He has been completely absorbed by the play, just as I was.

“Interesting story, isn’t it, my chérie?” he leans down to whisper. I agree with a nod.

“I heard he only writes about things he has seen,” I say in the same tone. I believe it, though clearly there is more metaphor than pure fact in the script. “Who do you think this one is about?”

“I have a pretty good idea...” I look at him, tilting my head. He does not take his golden eyes off the stage. I guess he anticipates my question, because he dismisses his own answer before it ever leaves his mouth. “But it’s still too soon to tell.”

I narrow my eyes. I wonder what he’s truly thinking, what he is refusing to tell me. Before I can probe any further, however, the curtains open again.

This time, the witch and the Devil are alone on the stage, with him holding onto her protectively. The set has changed to look like a dark cave, decorated with luxurious furniture in what looks like an attempt to make it look like an expensive home. No, not any home. Hell. The Devil’s realm. I must admit, whoever worked on the props did an amazing job setting the mood.

Le Comte remains completely silent for the rest of the play, even during the brief breaks between the five acts. I make no attempt to talk to him, to ask him more questions, for I know that he will not provide the answers I want. I see his jaw clench when he notices me observing him. He’s hiding something.

Meanwhile, the witch is welcomed into Hell as the Devil’s special guest. She is hesitant and scared, at first, but quickly becomes accustomed to her new living situation. The Devil treats her kindly, cares for her as part of the deal, and soon she falls in love with him. At some point there is a monologue during which the actress laments that she has given him his soul, and debates with herself whether she should give him her heart as well, ultimately concluding that, despite her feelings, it would be too dangerous.

Back on her little cottage, the villagers search for her, to no avail. Time passes, only for the witch who disappeared to have become a legend. She sees that, from Hell, and deems it safe to go back, so she decides to ask the Devil to let her go. He has completed his part of the deal, she tells him, and now it is time for her to return.

The Devil laughs. There is a slight problem, he says, menacingly stroking her cheek. Her soul is his forever, which means she can never leave. She uselessly fights to escape, but ends up bound by chains beside the Devil’s throne. When he leaves her alone, there is another monologue. The witch is determined to get back at him for taking not only her soul, but her life as well. In order to attain revenge, she will play along, seduce him. The play ends with her having become the queen of Hell, ruling beside the Devil like the Persephone to his Hades, but visibly unhappy. It is a tragic fate, to be trapped in the role of his unwilling lover for all eternity.

The curtains close, obscuring the image of the Devil smiling under his mask, a terrible laugh echoing across the theatre, as a single tear falls down the witch’s cheek. When they open again, the cast lines up to take a bow, revelling in the audience clamor. I clap, and glance to my side to see le Comte doing the same.

“That was really good,” I say in an attempt to prompt some words out of him. It doesn’t work.

“Hm,” he nods thoughtfully. Okay, I need to know what this is about. Asking him would be useless, so I wait until most of the audience has left to make my way towards the stage. I can hear the actors celebrate their success from the wings. Once there is no one but le Comte and me in the theatre, I climb onto the stage.

“Hey! Guillaume!”

The main actress peeks her head from behind the curtain. She looks a lot taller from here, practically towering over me. She takes a look at the seating to check if everyone has left before disappearing again behind the heavy fabric. The curtains open, this time clumsily pulled away by some of the actors.

“There’s a woman looking for you,” I hear the actress say to Shakespeare, ushering him forward. He smiles when he sees me.

“Anaïs, my dear!” He takes my hand ad tries to bring it to his lips in his usual greeting, but I use the gesture to pull him towards me, standing on my toes to peck both his cheeks like I would with everyone else.

“I loved the play. Looks like the audience did, too, congratulations,” I chuckle, amused by the surprised expression on his face. He recovers quickly, wrapping his arm around my waist as I turn to the cast, that observe me with mild curiosity. “You were all fantastic. And you,” I point at the lead, the tall woman that played the witch. “Girl, you were amazing. I almost cried at the end.”

“Aw, thank you!” she laughs. “I’m Bernadette, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

Le Comte, who has been standing to the side, steps forward to congratulate Shakespeare on the play. I give them some space to talk, deciding to mingle with the actors instead, but their conversation is over quickly.

“I should head home. Have a good evening, Guillaume,” le Comte says before looking at me. “Shall we, ma chérie?”

“We were thinking of going to a tavern to celebrate,” Bernadette interrupts before I can answer, a friendly smile on her freckled face. “Needles to say, since you are friends of Guillaume, you are both invited. What do you say?”

“Count me in,” I smile. Le Comte politely excuses himself, something about him having work to do at the mansion. We leave shortly after him, once the actors have changed out of their costumes.

Our destination is conveniently placed right beside the theatre. It is much larger than the one I went to with Arthur and Theo, but the atmosphere is the same. We make our way to the back, and the men from the troupe join a few tables together to allow seating for the entire group. I pick a spot on the bench in the corner, next to where Shakespeare has left his coat.

“I would like thou to meet someone, my sweet rose,” he tells me. When I look up from adjusting my dress, I notice a young man that wasn’t at the theatre. “This is my friend, Antonio.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The newcomer greets me with a nod and a charming smile that reminds me of Mozart’s when we were at the ball. He has an accent strong enough for me to place.

“Likewise, Antonio. Italiano?” I ask, tilting my head. His smile grows wider with amusement.

“Sì. Tu lo parli? (Yes. Do you speak it?)”

“Ehh, solo un po’, ma capisco quasi tutto (Only a little, but I understand almost everything),” I humbly reply, shuffling to the side to make space for him. “Sono spagnola (I’m Spanish).”

“That’s... actually decent,” he replies, surprised.

Shakespeare, who I hadn’t noticed leave, returns with a large tray full of champagne glasses and an uncorked bottle.

“I want to thank you all for your hard work, and for being the best troupe in all of France,” he declares. “For the rest of the night, drinks are on me!”

His announcement is met with cheering from the actors, who quickly serve themselves a drink. The man who played the Devil, whose name I have forgotten, passes me two glasses from across the table. I give one to Antonio.

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players,” he continues, raising his champagne. “To the best players I have ever had the pleasure to work with!”

“And to the best director!” The tall actor chimes in with a surprisingly boyish smile. The rest of the group echo that sentiment before we all drink. After taking a sip, Shakespeare finally makes his way around the table and sits down beside me, effectively trapping me on the bench between him and Antonio.

“Did I mention Anaïs here is an outstanding dancer?”

“No, Guillaume, don’t make this about me,” I complain, blushing.

“It’s true!” he laughs. “I saw her with mine own eyes, with none other than Wolfram Theophilus Perti. That ball surely was something, dost thou not agree, my rose?”

"Are you wearing perfume? It smells lovely!” I change the topic, elbowing him under the table. I lean closer to ‘smell’ him, but whisper in his ear instead. “What game are you playing, William?”

He smiles innocently, fully aware that I’m not buying it for a second, but I play along. It is too late, however, for Antonio has already heard what he said.

“You know Perti?” he asks, looking at me with wide eyes. “Are you his friend?”

“Something like that,” I answer, taking a large sip of champagne. “We live together.”

“Ooh, lucky girl!” Bernadette chimes in from across the table. “I watched him perform once, and my God, he is beaucoup trop jolie! The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

“I know, right?” I giggle. Though I have recovered most of my strength, I can still feel the effects of my recent blood loss. The alcohol is certainly getting to me a lot faster, making my cheeks burn red. I notice Antonio staring intensely at me, but I don’t know what to make of it. “Why, do you know him too?”

“N-no,” he stutters, unconvincingly. “I am just an admirer of his work.”

Normally, I would find his reaction at least a slight bit suspicious, but my tipsy brain chucks it down as him being a flustered fan, so I don’t give it much thought.

“So, how do you know Guillaume?” I ask, trying to make conversation. Antonio’s eyes focus behind me, I guess exchanging a look with the subject of my inquiry.

“We have a friend in common,” he simply says. That statement means nothing to me. From what I’ve seen, ‘Guillaume’ is friends with everybody.

I leave it alone for the rest of the evening, talking to the actors instead. Bernadette is surprisingly hilarious, and the one who played the Devil, whose name I now know is Timothée, is a total sweetheart. He is the youngest of the troupe, barely nineteen, and the reason he was chosen for the role is that he was the only one tall enough to wear the costume, but he did an astounding job. Regardless, the rest of the actors still tease him like a little brother.

When the time to leave arrives, Shakespeare kindly finds me a carriage to go back to the mansion. I say goodbye to the rest of the group and step out into the street, only accompanied by him. He opens the door for me and helps me climb into the carriage, and I politely thank him. Before I shut the door, though, I pull him closer.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do, Will, but whatever it is, stop it,” I tell him, suddenly serious.

“Whatever dost thou mean, my rose?. 'Tis merely a favour for a friend,” he says, his melodic voice seeping low through his smile. I narrow my eyes at him, wondering what that favor could be.

“Are you pimping me out?” I gasp, incredulous. He just laughs and shakes his head, but does not correct me.

“Farewell, Anaïs.”

And with that, he pulls away, shuts the door between us, and slaps the roof of the carriage, signalling the driver to start moving. I glare at him through the window, unsatisfied with how the conversation ended, until he is out of sight. With a tired sigh, I sink into the stiff leather seat and close my eyes. It’s been a long day.

#ikemen vampire #ikevam #ikevamp #ikemen #ikemen fanfiction #ikevam fanfic #ikevamp fanfiction #ikemen vampire fanfiction #ikemen vampire comte #ikevamp comte #ikemen vampire shakespeare #ikevamp shakespeare

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oveliagirlhaditright · 4 years ago

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Me guessing at some of these characters from Neo: The World Ends With You’s stories, because I'm hyped. Nagi-centric. Nagi and Rindo friendship.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28678344

Far Too Young to Die

Nagi knew she shouldn’t have been surprised when Rindo came to sit down beside her—as Fret and Minamimoto tried to cook them something to eat over a fire—but she was.

Her entry fee had been the quality about her that kept her obsessions about things from annoying people, after all. And the only one who’d been able to see through her being unsufferable now, was Fret; and Nagi thought that that was probably why she was falling in love with him, even after her own pain with love. Though it was of course neither here nor there, if they didn’t survive this awful week…

But maybe she shouldn’t have been shocked that Rindo had come to join her, Nagi thought now—as she distantly put a strand of hair behind her ear—because Rindo seemed like a nice person: one who was probably too nice and a push-over, if she was being honest with herself. And she couldn’t help wondering just who he’d been before all of this…

“Nagi… if you don’t mind my asking? What did that Reaper mean when he said your dream had been stolen? I know what entry fees are… but your dream was to have your blog, right? And you still have that, so…”

Nagi frowned, as she was for once nothing like her usually energetic self. She… really didn’t want to talk about this. Even if her entry fee wasn’t the most painful part of her story, by far, but still connected to that. But she supposed there would be no harm in telling Rindo this, too. Maybe it would even be therapeutic for her…

“I think you kind of answered your own question, Rindo. I still have my career—which is the most important thing to me—and if the Reapers didn’t take that as my entry fee, what would they have taken instead? …The part of the girl that was likable with her varied opinions. Don’t pretend that you haven’t found me pretty annoying throughout this entire Game.”

Rindo blanched at Nagi’s words, as he pulled his legs away from the street of the Scramble Crossing and put them under his chin, but she noticed he didn’t deny them… probably partly because even in telling him what she just had, she had somewhat phrased that sentence to make it sound like Rindo was stupid. So, who could argue her words after that? But thankfully, Rindo didn’t insult Nagi for her cruelty: a cruelty she hadn’t had in her past life.

Instead, he smiled at her and handed her half of the piece of pie that Minamimoto had just given him. Why the math man was warming up cold pie over their fire, Nagi could only guess at… but she didn’t exactly appreciate the way the cherry was now melting onto her hands now. But she was so hungry, she found herself eating it, anyway.

“Thanks for telling me that, Nagi… I know it must be hard. And if you want to know my entry fee, it’s pretty obvious. I’m super shy and don’t- don’t talk to people much. And I prefer it that way. I think there’s even something about me that makes me invisible to most people. But my entry fee was that… people see me now. And I can hide all I want, but they still engage with me… It’s terrifying.”

The next words Nagi wanted to ask then were “how did you die?” And she wondered if Rindo’s death was somewhat connected to her entry fee like her own was, but she dared not. That was too personal, and it would be far too demanding for her to do so.

Instead, she decided to ask Rindo something else that was plaguing her, for if it was true… she doubted even her smart college brain could figure out how to get them through this situation. “Do you think Minamimoto’s right, when he says that what we remember about dying isn’t true? And that really, Shibuya just blew up?”

It wasn’t exactly comforting to think. If her memories weren’t real, what could that say about everything else in this world? Nagi shuddered to think it. But maybe that would have been better than her being murdered by her husband, for promising she’d make enough money to support them by her Internet career, but not quite being able to do that and then him absolutely losing it at her for that.

“I hope not,” Rindo replied with a laugh, as they both heard Minamimoto and Fret arguing about such a thing now. Fret seemed to be of the mind that their memories of their deaths really happened, but they were being killed right as the explosion happened, so the jury was still out on whether or not it was the blast or the other things that had killed them.

“Not for my sake would I necessarily mind that, Nagi. I mean… I stupidly died in plugging in some noise canceling headphones. So that’s not too different from an explosion, anyway. But I hope Fret died the way he thinks he did… since drowning in ice cream sounds like the way to go, if you have to. And because I don’t want to believe this war with a crazy Composer, his super talented Proxy, and whoever else Math Guy talks about is real. Because it doesn’t bode well for us if it is, does it?”

And there was nothing Nagi could say there that Rindo hadn’t already, was there? So, she decided to try and focus on the matter at hand, and try to come up with some plan, after all. “Rindo… while Minamimoto’s distracted… let’s try and figure out why we haven’t been put to sleep after this mission, like we usually are, and if there’s a way someone can make a bomb with the numbers of pi—like with lithium, hydrogen, and beryllium. If there is, Math Guy is surely planning that for us, and I want to beat him at his own game.”

It was surely a cruel world that they lived in now, Nagi thought—getting out her phone and closing her favorite social media app out of sheer will—but a world they still lived in all the same. So that meant they had to fight for it.

Author’s Note: Ehh. I don’t like this ending as much as the rest of this. I didn’t know how to end this fic, but oh well.

I hope you guys are looking forward to Neo as much as I am:)

#neo: the world ends with you #neo: twewy #the world ends with you #twewy #fanfiction #au #alternate universe #mine #my work #shanna writes #nagi-centric #nagi #rindo #nagi and rindo friendship #fret and Minamimoto in the background #nagi and fret ship in the background

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ubernoxa · 5 years ago

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The Sip: A GNR Modern Day AU

Chapter 4: Shot Hill

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3)

Chapter Summary: Alanah may have gotten more than she bargened for when she discovers a little game can have other intentions

I had 4 beers and that was the only reason I agreed to play this shot hill game Stevie and Duff had mentioned earlier.

Dinner was absolutely delicious and I don’t think Slash could have done a better job cooking. It just tasted amazing. It was fall off the bone perfection.

We quickly moved that party inside and that’s when I saw Sandy again, happily sitting on the couch with some guy’s arm draped around her. She gave me a not so discrete thumbs up before I followed Duff and the rest of the guys to the basement.

When I walked into the basement, the only worlds that came to mind were holy shit. A large pool table occupied the center of the basement with a bar and mini living room off to the side. My eyes darted right back to the pool table which was filled with shot glasses. There were so many that it was impossible to count.

“Alright the name of the game is shot hill. For the newbies in the room, the rules are simple. There will be 3 teams. Me and slash, Stevie and Maggie, and Duff and Alanah.

Each team will select an A person and a B person this will determine who goes which round. Whoever got last the last time we played goes first. If the person to your right makes the shot, you drink. I should note that not all of the shots are normal shots, so tread lightly. If you don’t want to take a shot or if the ball lands on the floor before the second bounce, you remove an article of clothing of your partner’s choice.

Everyone give your phones to Izzy before we begin, Any questions?”

Duff gently rubbed my back as Axl explained the rules. I almost jumped when I felt his fingers dance in the straps that held my bikini top on. Before I could question if I should even play the game Axl tossed Duff the small ball who gave it to me.

“A for Alanah,” he smirked rather proud of his discovery. I had only had 2 beers or wait was it 3 or 4? Fuck. Never mind that doesn’t matter. A little fun never hurt anyone. I have played beer pong before. How different could this be?

I bounced the ping pong ball and it made it into a shot glass. Duff cheered from behind me as Stevie took the shot of what I assumed to be baileys mixed with milk.

Laughter quickly filled the room as he coughed a little.

“ Izzy what the hell was that?” Stevie jokingly yelled across the room.

“What you’ve never had vodka mixed with milk before?” Laughter filled the room again as Izzy spoke. Axl wasn’t kidding on how some of the shots weren’t ‘normal’.

“One of the winners gets to setup the next game and makes the shots,” Duff explained as we watched Stevie aiming across the table. There must have been something over there that he wanted Axl to drink. By the look of disappointment in his face, it wasn’t the red shot that the ping pong ball made it into.

Axl took the red shot and made a comment about how it tasted like cherries. Good news to hear that not all of the shots are messed up.

“You little bitch, were you trying to go for the black shot!” Laughter filled the room as Steven smiled and nodded.

“We all know what’s in there, Izzy made the shots and that special one is always there. I don’t want to EVER take that shot again. Sorry Alanah,” Steven then turned to me as he apologized.

“Why are you apologizing to me for?”

“You’re gonna have to take the shot,” he casually replied.

I looked up to Axl who seemed much too excited to toss the ping pong ball into the shot that was practically right in front of him.

“Survival of the fittest. I had to take that shot last time Izzy setup the game, and there is no way in hell I’m taking it again,” Axl joked once the ball landed in the shot.

“Well fuck..” I then turned to Duff and asked, “if he is afraid of that shot then I want to part of it. Which piece of clothing goes?” I couldn’t help but smirk as Duff’s eyes lit up.

He tugged on the belt loop of my shorts and I quickly pulled them off before he took his turn.

This time it landed in a clear liquid and Maggie asked, “hey Izzy, what are the odds that it is just vodka?”

“I’m not telling you shit Maggie. Part of the fun of winning is that you potentially get to fuck with people as they become more and more paranoid about what is in the glasses,” Izzy replied before leaving his seat and joining the rest of us at the pool table.

Without hesitation, Maggie grabbed the shot and finished it in one go.

“Holy shit that was water. I almost removed an article of clothing for water,” I couldn’t help but laugh with her as she spoke.

“Aim for The Shot,” Stevie pointed over towards the black shot he tried to get Axl to drink earlier. Maybe Slash would be the one to take the shot,

“No promises,” she responded before eyeing down the shot glass. I had never seen someone focus as much as she did as she tried to sink the ping pong ball into the cup.

“Woooo!” I joined in the cheering as she sunk it in.

I could hear slash groan across the room and laughter quickly followed suit.

“So how bad are we talking here? How bad is this shot? Cause my curiosity is getting the best of me right now,” Slash said earning a what the fuck look from Axl.

“It has the consistency of sludge, smells like shit, and fuck knows what that bastard puts in it but it will fuck you up,” Axl tried to reason with Slash. I wanted him to take the shot, so I wouldn’t have to. Please take the damn shot.

“But Axl, I haven’t tried it before!” Laughter filled the room as Axl threw his hands up in the air and walked away from the table.

“I swear to fucking god Slash. That shot is going to fuck you up and I don’t want to have to take care of you tonight. Remember why we call it the Dead Man?!” It was clear Axl was done with Slash’s shit.

“Alright, alright I was just fuckin’ with ya. What should I remove?” Axl rolled his eyes and I couldn’t help, but giggle at his response. I don’t know what I expected from the infamous Guns N’ Roses, but this wasn’t it. I wasn’t disappointed though, the media made them out to be a bunch of loud trash people. Standing here, in their basement, playing this drinking game made me feel like they were a big family. Without hesitation Slash removed he shirt earning a cheer from Stevie and threw it across the room making a little show.

“Alright Duff, how much do you love me,” I couldn’t help but laugh as a mischievous look crossed Slash’s face. He was going to land it in what Axl referred to as the dead man shot.

“You’re my favorite lead guitarist,” I shook my head knowing that Duff was going to take the shot.

“Hmm not good enough,” Slash replied. Before I could even blink, the ball landed in the shot glass.

“Sucks to suck,” I teased at him.

“Says the one who didn’t take the shot not even a round ago. Also we are on the same team,” I watched him as he eyed the shot. Was he seriously debating it?

“Jesus Christ,” I perked up and looked over at Axl who was trying to hide laughter and was whispering something I couldn’t make out to Slash.

“Pass the shot,” the room went silent as Slash passed him the shot. Was he seriously going to drink it?

“You know you don’t have to drink it,” I whispered to him. Saying I felt bad was an understatement. Like he said we were on a team.

“Ehh, one of us is drinking it tonight, so might as well get it over with,” he shrugged and whispered back, but I still felt bad. I shouldn’t had wimped out last round and just taken it.

“Here, a courtesy shot of vodka,” Izzy handed me a shot to give to Duff who mumbled something in auditable.

Without any fanfare Duff took the shot and immediately yelled, “WHAT THE FUCK IZZY” the room irrupted in laughter as Duff coughed and grabbed the shot of vodka to wash the other shot down.

“That’s fucking rancid,” Duff said between coughs.

Time flew by as the shot glasses began to slowly disappear, along with clothing. My shirt was the second to go. There was no way in hell I was taking a chunky shot, it looked absolutely repulsive.

“Is someone a little tipsy?” I giggled at Duff as he whispered in my ear. No...I only had like 4 shots and a couple beers...I was fiiiiiiiiine.

“R u talking’ ‘bout urrself” I giggled right back at him. My stomach was being thrown into loops from the smile that was planted on his face. He was hot. I tugged on the belt loops of his pants earning a mischievous look from him.

“Hmm...no I don’t think so,” He whispered back. I giggled as I felt his hand rest on my ass.

Without looking I tossed the ping pong ball across the table. It didn’t just miss the remaining shots, it never even hit the table. The room erupted in laughter and I quickly joined in. Maybe I was a little tipsy.

“Alright, rockstars choice,” I turned around to Duff and cringed at my slurred words. God I sounded like a damn basket case.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for hours,” he whispered in my ear. I felt him gently tugging on one of the strings that held onto my bikini top, and then poof, just like magic, it fell to the floor.

#gnr #gunsandroses #gnr fanfiction #gnr imagine #duff mckagan #duff mckagan imagine #duff mckagan fanfiction #the sip fanfic #the sip

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bucky-iss-bae · 6 years ago

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Little Miss CEO - (Billy Russo x Reader)

Heyy, so another multiple part fic here. This time its Billy Russo as the main man, and I just love writing with him, for real one of my favourites to write with. I know that there's so much I need to improve on while writing still. But I know this, and each fic is giving me more confidence.

Fandom: Marvels The Punisher

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Word Count: 2500 ish

Warnings: Swearing, hella lot of swearing some anger.

Summary: Billy and Y/N get set up by their friends, but they clash heads more than they get on. He thinks she’s a gold digger bitch and she thinks he’s Mr Obnoxious, are either of them, everyone else thinks that they’re too stubborn for their own good and probably get on.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy, any feedback is welcome x

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Little Miss CEO - Part One

“Karen, why are you doing this again? I really, really, really don’t need to be set up”

“I’m not setting you up. We’re just going out to a bar, with a few friends”

“Your friends not mine” I whined whilst sitting on the couch and flicking through the channels.

My dear best friend and roommate is trying to get me to go out to the bar with her. She knows everyone that’ll be there, all I know is her partner Frank. I mean considering he’s a killer vigilante, he’s quite nice.

And apparently, the other two are both friends of his. One is Curtis, I know he works with those who suffer PTSD. And I have no idea who the final guy is. Let’s hope he’s as nice as Frank and Curtis are because if not then we’ll have problems. I Don’t know who else this someone else is. Mainly because she won’t tell me.

“Y/N!” She yelled, “Get your ass up, go get a cute jumpsuit on and let’s get going”

“It takes more than a jumpsuit to make me cute” I grumbled,

“I didn’t say you were cute. I just said get a cute jumpsuit” She said.

I glared at her, “Listen, if you want me to join you, you should consider being nicer to me. And let's not forget that I’ve got so much work to do. I don’t have time to go out. I see all my friends either at work, at home or scheduled in appointments”

“You’ve not got any work to do tonight babes. I know this, you have a day off and you mean it as a day off”

“Well, I need to go to the gym. Haven’t been since yesterday”

“You really don’t need to go gym either. Come on, let’s go get you ready”

I let out a whine, “I hate you”

“No, you don’t. Now come on”

I got up and she went to grab my clothes whilst I started on my makeup.

I didn’t do too much, mainly because I wasn’t feeling it tonight. Once I got changed and finished my makeup, I went out to join Karen.

“You look amazing. Now come on, we’re half an hour late already”

“You would’ve been on time if you didn’t drag me with you” I grumbled but we still left and took my car.

I honestly have a nice car, I have a good job, I work as a personal trainer and have got my own team of trainers. I also own a gym, where my team and I work. It’s successful enough, we all have our own high-end clients, we all train in different areas so there’s some of my team who are fighters, either ex-navy or ex-marines. Others are ex-fighters, used to specialise in MMA and then their own fighting style. Then there are others that went to college doing sports science, and enjoy sports and know how to train the body to lose weight or get in shape depending on the client. There are 20 that work for me altogether. But in the last few years, the team has really grown. And I’m proud of the company that we’re growing together, the brand I’ve created. But of course, I can’t do any work tonight because I’m being dragged out by my dear best friend.

“You haven’t got work tomorrow have you?” She asked when we were in the car.

“I’ve just got paperwork to do, a few collaborations with businesses, and need to get back to some potential clients, need to prepare a few things, I don’t even know”

“You overwork yourself you know. You need to find yourself a man, calm down a little”

“Ehh, I wanna work on growing my company first. I can find a man another day”

“Uh huh. You know you can multitask right?”

“Yeah, but I want to give it my complete attention to let it grow, a man will just be a distraction”

“Ok, well considering you’re working tomorrow are you drinking tonight?”

I smiled and shook my head, “Nah, I’ll be the designated driver for you and whoever else as long as they treat my car with respect”

“Uh huh. Then don’t give that open invite to anyone else”

I chuckled and we got there within 15 minutes. When we met everyone, well Frank looked at his watch and started laughing, “This has got to be the longest I’ve ever waited for you, you know” Frank said to Karen once they had both kissed in greeting. She sat beside him and I joined them in the circular booth and sat beside Curtis.

“Well she,” Karen said looking across at me, “Decided she didn’t want to join us, but I didn’t really give her a choice so getting her ready took forever itself”

“See, Bill decided he would meet us here and still hasn’t turned up”

“That’s if he turns up” Curtis added

“Wish I had that option,” I said smirking at Karen but sat down with them all, “But hey, how you both doing?”

“We’re good Y/N. How about you?” Curtis asked with a kind smile,

“Busy with work is how I am. But good other than that”

“And how’s business going?”

I nodded, “Good. Really good actually. Couldn’t ask for much more at this point”

“Yeah because all she literally does is work.” Karen said to them a small smile on her face,

“Sounds like someone else we know. Here he is, thought you weren’t going to show Billy Boy” Frank said to his friend, Billy apparently.

Billy is a tall, handsome bearded guy. He was wearing a very nice and expensive looking suit. He had scars running down the left side of his face but nevertheless was still incredibly attractive.

“Well, I knew that if I didn’t turn up you would be on my ass about never going out,” He said sitting down beside Karen as she and Frank moved across, and looking at us all,

“Who’s she?” He asked bluntly looking at me,

“Y/N, she’s Karens best friend and roommate, Y/N this is sadly my brother Billy,” Frank said introducing us both

I nodded, “Hi”

He grunted in response, “See if you told me someone else was here, I definitely wouldn’t have turned up” He grumbled.

I rose my eyebrows in amusement, isn’t he an obnoxious one.

“Karen, what drinks do you want?” I asked her ignoring him,

“I’ll start with a margarita” She smiled,

I nodded, and got up, “Get me a whisky” I heard Billy say I rolled my eyes but grabbed my clutch and went to order from the bar.

I ordered myself a virgin mojito, Karen’s margarita and Billy’s whisky,

“Can I have this come a few minutes after the other two please?” I asked while paying, I mean sure I’ll get his whisky, but he doesn’t need to know this right away.

“One Margarita and one Virgin Mojito?” The waiter asked with two drinks a few minutes after I had sat back down.

“Didn’t you get my whisky?” Billy asked.

“Oh, shit. You thought that you could be rude to me then ask for drinks?” I asked him, “Sorry sweetie it doesn’t work like that,” I told shrugged,

He glared at me and huffed out a sigh, “Karen you didn’t tell me that your friend was such a sensitive bitch”

“Oh did she not. Then I’ll quickly mention it. Karen's friend is a bitch so don’t treat her like shit” I smiled at him.

Franks jaw hung slightly open as he looked at Billy who was glaring at me, a few seconds after a waitress came with his whisky.

She placed it in front of him but he still had a glare on his face, “Ok wow. This has been fun and we’re only two minutes in” Curtis murmured while sipping on his own drink.

Billy took this whisky and necked it back, all while maintaining eye contact.

“Yeah, it’s going to be a long night,” Karen said adding on to what Curtis said.

Despite what the two were saying the night wasn’t that bad. I mean Billy, prick of the year let me tell you that. He’s lovely to his friends, have a few banterous jokes with them, nice to anyone in passing the people serving our food, but then so rude to me.

Not that I mind, I mean I know how to handle a dickhead or two. It didn’t stop me from having fun. But for real, he was nice to look at, if I’m honest. His beard trimmed to perfection, his hair slicked back nicely, and the suit he wore. Damn this man gave a different meaning to a man in a suit, shame that his personality turns him into something no one would want.

You could tell he was well off, the way he held himself, the things he was wearing, right down to his shoes. You could also tell that he served alongside Frank. But I’m sure that he didn’t get his scars from the war.

I don’t know how the conversation got to couples and partners, but it did. Well, it started off by Frank and Karen talking about how they ended up together.

“You got any guys lined up then Y/N?” Frank asked with a smirk on his face.

I grimaced at that, “Don’t have time for that” I shrugged.

“Oh come on, you need to make time, I mean I’m pretty sure we all know your type, what's stopping you from finding that” Karen had a shit-eating grin plastered on her face, both her and Frank waiting on answer almost from me. Curtis just laughed with a shake of his head and I rolled my eyes,

“For real, I don’t have the time or patience. I just about have time for myself, I mean like what is my type, for my type to be specific”

“Well...” Karen started,

“She likes a well-dressed man. Whenever she’s third wheeling and checking guys out. They’re always well dressed” Frank said pointing at me.

I snorted, “A good fashion sense is key, and excuse me. You’re the one who crashes my coffee dates with Karen. And then you guys make me leave, this is after I’ve paid”

“Shh, we live together it's ok. But the next point is a beard. She likes a well-groomed beard, you see anyone on anywhere that has a good beard and that’s it for you”

I rested my head back and let out a small laughed, “That’s true though. So true. It makes all the difference for me”

“What else is there?” Frank asked.

I lifted my head up and look at them, “How about no. That’s enough, there’s like no one in this bar that fits that criteria. And I honestly don’t have time for that type of shit”

“Listen, you work too hard and need to rest sometimes”

Considering she first-hand sees how hard I work. She’s always on my case about relaxing a bit. But I know as soon as I’m confident that my business and work life are where they need to be. I will relax. Until then I’ll prioritise my work life.

“Billy boy is the same aren’t you Bill,” Frank said, “No time to play just work, work and work”

“Well, when you’re running a successful business like I do. Then its justifiable”

“What do you do?” I asked him.

He rolled his eyes at me but still answered, “I run a business called Anvil. A security firm”

I nodded, I’d heard of it. Him saying that and I know I’ve heard of him before as well. Think his name is Russo. A dangerous man, who’s done a lot of bad things but redeemed himself.

I nodded at his answer, “That’s nice”

He had a glare set on his face once again, “You got something you wanna say?” he asked.

I shrugged, “Nah. Was just curious is all”

“I really didn’t think the two of these would clash like this” Frank muttered to Karen who laughed a little at this as did Curtis.

“What did you think would happen?” Billy asked them, he stared at them, and I just realised this was a potential set up, “Fucking hell. You’ve been trying to set us up, haven’t you? That’s why you were so adamant on me joining, and why you’ve been interrogating her”

The three of them were sat there with innocent smiles on their faces.

“I don’t need someone who’s probably a gold digger hanging around. And who says I’m ready for this shit after last time huh?”

“You walked into the last one yourself buddy,” Frank said to him whereas I just clocked on to what he said,

“Who are you calling a gold digger when I’m the one who’s been buying your drinks?”

“Well, clearly you are. I’ve watched how you’ve been drooling all over me, what I’m wearing. Probably trying to figure out how many figures I make, asking what type of business I run”

I snorted at that, “Oh sweetie. You really are an arrogant, obnoxious prick aren’t you?” I questioned leaning forward slightly.

“And you’re a condescending bitch. You don’t see me calling you out”

“You literally just did. And let’s not forget the comments you’ve been making towards me”

“All I’ve been saying is the truth princess”

“Right, a gold digger, a sensitive bitch? You got a little butt hurt because I let you wait for your drink rather than you being a demanding ass just because you didn’t get it right away”

“Yeah a sensitive bitch. I mean whenever someone starts talking about something you don’t wanna be talking about you completely swerve the conversation”

“Am I now? At least I’m talking you're sat there acting all moody because you didn’t get told that a stranger would be sat here with you guys”

“Well, considering the way you acted when I said I’m CEO of Anvil”

My jaw dropped, “How did I act huh? Tell me because I know for a fact you're imagining things now”

He had a grimace on his face and shook his head, “Nah, see you may have hidden it well. I’ll give you that, but not well enough”

“You’re actually the sensitive one now. Wow. And you’re overreacting. What is there for me to say anyway?”

He didn’t say anything instead if looks could kill, I would be dead right now. He didn’t like what I was saying, everyone else was shocked at what was being said and I know for a fact that this wouldn’t be diffused anytime soon.

“Listen I’m going to go pay what I need to pay. Did you want me to pick you up later Karen?” I asked her.

“It’s alright. I’ll probably stay with Frank tonight alright”

I smiled and nodded at her, I sad bye to Frank and Curtis, apologised to them both and went to pay for my tab before leaving.

I cannot believe I had to endure sitting there with such an obnoxious prick.

Little Miss CEO Part 2

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lillaxtrigger · 6 years ago

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Young hope: Chapter 19 (Pt 1)

The setting sun shines upon a hill sporting a regal castle housed at its mountaintop, its imposing stature casting forth a massive shadow against the beating twilight.

Deep within the stone dwellings of this monolithic abode sat a lone little girl dressed in blue, surrounding her being the comforting recesses of her bedroom.

Enveloped in darkness, a deep breath is drawn in her lungs as her eyes shut tight.

Soon letting go of that very same breath, she begins to lose herself in the trance of her mediation, tapping into the psychic potential that she holds from within.

The lady in blue lifts herself above the elegant carpeting encircling the ground she once sat, nothing but her own energy supporting her crossed legs.

A soft bang starts to reach her ears, but wishing not to break from her concentration, she ignores the faint noise.

The small décor littered throughout her bedroom join the girl in her flight from their shelves, orbiting her very person like a moon encircling its planet in a celestial dance.

She soon has bigger items join in her telekinetic wonder, gliding and weaving desk lamps, pens, picture frames, whatever her mind could lift with ease.

Eventually, her psychic dance ceases, the pieces of her bedroom halting in midair.

The small medium soon turns her attention to the large bed set before her.

Another bang quickly reaches her ears, but like the first, she tunes it out.

Upon her deep mediation does she begin to focus her telekinesis towards her regal memory foam, slowly causing the bed to float from the carpet.

Halfway up the floor her bed and its frame rise; along with keeping her knickknacks afloat, the daunting task requires every single once of her concentration.

Its always wise to practice multitasking whenever possible. Never can tell when it can be best applied.

Mastering such a skill is the key to bringing the best out in all of us.

Deep within the realm of her own meditative thoughts does her focus finally give way upon the sound of a loud crash.

The items held within her telekinetic grip soon follow sooth, the bed in front of her breaking upon its harsh impact with the stone floor.

Her eyes wide open, a light growl escapes from her nostrils.

She turns her navy blue gaze towards her bedroom door, from the other side does another bang cry out.

Outside that door, a pair of lumbering red and green giants were engaging in a rumbling tussle, their crab claws tightly holding one another in each others grip.

“You red bastard!” the green one screams.

Their resulting bash follows through the entire chamber, breaking whatever should be in their way.

“Piss off, ya green snot stain!” the red one returns with.

Across the room, a door swings wide open, revealing the small psychic standing in watch of the ongoing chaos that greets her.

“Will you two cease you’re bickering. Now!” the blue dwarf demands.

She utilizes her psychic prowess to halt the duo from tearing themselves apart, pulling them away from each others claws.

The two hulks struggle in the air, helpless within the psychics telekinetic grip.

“What, pray tell, drives you two to make such a mess of our quarters...this time?” she wonders.

“Carnage took the controller out of my hands while I was on a tough level and made be lose.” the red one starts off.

“That’s because you’ve been hogging the console all day and I hadn’t got one turn in.”

“I called dibs on it yesterday. I said I was gonna be playing the new Mass effect all day tomorrow.”

“Savage, there ain’t no such things as dibs here. First come, first serve.”

Their bickering back and forth starts to meld together upon the blue psychics ears, the lady pinching her forehead upon her frustration.

“I had it first, jack off!” Carnage rudely insisted.

“I was the one that bought the system, you asshole!” Savage counters with.

“Silence!” the dwarf demands, her cry echoing throughout the entire chamber.

Upon her command do the two cease their ranting on the spot, not a single word leaving their mouths.

“Honestly, the two of you act like children sometimes. It’s like...I...You two-...How do you two even play video games with claw hand.”

“You don’t know all we can do with these claws.” Carnage mentions.

“Point is that everyday I catch you two fighting over the most trivial of things. You two would probably tear each other apart if it weren't for me.”

“Oh come, sis. We don’t fight all the time.” Savage contradicts.

“Yeah, Priss, name one time this week we fought each other over something stupid.” Carnage joins.

“Just yesterday, I caught you two beating each other through the walls over taco’s we took home from that Mexican place.”

“Those taco’s were mine and Savage knew it!” the green brother accused.

“Dude, the entire Alliance went out for Mexican that night and stuffed all their leftovers in the fridge.

How was I supposed to know they were yours? You should have wrote your name on the bag.” the red brother insisted.

“You know I don’t know how to write!”

“That’s enough!” Priss loudly commands, the two silencing themselves upon her word.

After an exhausted sigh escapes their sisters lips, she informs them that.

“I swear, I can’t get a moments peace with you two at each others throats all the time.

I’m in my room, trying to practice mind psychic powers and all I can focus on is you guys screaming and swearing at each other like a couple of fighting drunks at a bar!

If I have deal with one more interruption today, then I’m going to-”

Upon the cusp of her outburst does the door to their quarters knock, a look of irritation painted across her face.

With a calm but upset demeanor, she answers the door, greeting whoever was on the other side worth a slightly rude.

“Yes.”

Her angry stare quickly withdraws into a surprised gawk once she realizes her leader was awaiting.

“D-Drake! How-How lovely it is you came by.” the blue psychic swiftly welcomes more politely.

The young man at the door takes in the site of the floating giants from behind their sister and wonders:

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Oh noooo.”

On that moment, she releases her telekinetic grip on her brothers, the duo of red and green slamming upon the stone floor.

“We’re not really doing anything special at the moment, heh heh...Right?” she continues, her last word carrying an intimidating glare towards the pair of giants.

Dusting themselves off, the two quietly groan; simply staring away from each other with arms crossed.

“A-a-a-anyway. What brings you to our chambers at this hour?”

“I was in the midst of planning for the three of you to depart on a mission. One that may peek your interests.”

“Oh bullshit! You know how many times you said that before you sent us off on one of your chores?” Savage asks.

“It’s always something boring too. Go in these cave, kill this guy, steal this crystal, wreck this place, kill a bunch of guys. When are we gonna do something fun for once, man?” Carnage finishes.

“I hate to sound rude on this matter, but I concur. The missions you typically have us depart upon have been rather droll as of late.

Perhaps we may partake of a task with more...meaning, I want to say?”

For a moment, their leader ponders; his finger resting upon his lips.

“Hmm...Perhaps you may have a point.

The missions I have been dispatching you three toward have proven themselves rather elementary as of late.

Surely with your capabilities, you three have much more important things to do with your time then search for the whereabouts regarding...Him.”

The final word escaping beyond his devilish sneer, Drake manages to bait all three of the triplets attention; their uninterested gazes shifting to curios stares in the blink of an eye.

The statement takes Priss a moment to answer, swiftly picking back up with:

“Ah…I..N-No-No! Of course not. We’re not doing anything particularly riveting at the moment.

Uh- What mission did you have in mind for us?”

After a light chuckles escapes between his teeth, he follows with his briefing which included:

“A demonic cult has been found hiding in Germany. Within a castle in the remote region of Smagabich.

This cult holds a particular specialty in the art of summoning and controlling demons to for their own ends.”

“Like Pokemon?”

“Ehh. Kind of…

But surely a cult that specializes in such hellish arts may hold some information regarding Him.

Still think that such a mission isn’t enticing enough for you three?”

Upon that question do both brother rise from the stone floor, a gleeful howl escaping from the green demon.

“Don’t need to tell me twice!” Savage confirms.

“Hell yeah! We’re ready to bust some heads!” Carnage joins.

“Well, seems that we’re all in agreement. When do we depart?” Priss questions.

A delighted grin draws itself on Drake upon hearing their enthusiasm, he continues with:

“Your mission once you arrive is to infiltrate the Höllenfeuer cults castle and retrieve the tome the cult uses to reference and control the demons they summon: The Book of Garlov.

You are free to whatever else the cult holds in their possession, but the book is to remain a top priority.

With access to its pages, an entire archive of unholy possibilities will be under the Young Blood Alliance’s belt.

Such supernatural knowledge will surely help in swaying more young demons to our side.

Report to the flight deck so you may be flown out to Germany. You three have half an hour to prepare before take off.”

“Splendid. We’ll be out the door before you know it.” the blue psychic promises.

“Glad to hear.”

With that, Drake takes his leave and closes the door behind him.

As soon as their leader was out of site, Priss looks back towards her brothers to find them pounding their chests and howling out loud.

Geez, even with such promise for answers on the line, they have to act like a bunch of rowdy jackasses.

Tonight might prove to be quite the dragging slog.

That very same thought echoes in her head as the lady in blue and her brothers ride within the cabin of their private plane.

She watches as Savage gazes out towards the wide blue sea wonder, the reflection of the rising moon beating upon the briny waters below.

Carnage meanwhile was partaking in the relaxing euphoria that the onboard massage chair had offered; a vibrating sigh leaving the green dressed demons maw.

In the midst of the indulgences, both begin to notice their sisters less then pleased glare and stare back.

“You feelin okay, sis?” Savage wonder.

“Yeah, you look like something’s pissin ya off.” Carnage adds.

“Oh nothing. It’s just a wonder to me how you two can be so carefree among the potential for answers.”

“C’mon, ya gotta dail back the bossy switch, Priss. Relax.”

“Yeah, ya gotta chill. You always so high strung all the time.”

“That’s because I’m always having to keep you two in line.

Honestly, whether its at home, on missions, or even somewhere like the mall or the museum of national history.

I always have to keep you two from wrecking the entire place.

I can’t even remember the last time I’ve gotten a good nights worth of beauty sleep.”

Savage breaks away from the scenic view of the waters below and declares:

“Alright, alright alright. Don’t get your dress in a knot. If helps ya chill, Carnage and I’ll keep ourselves outta trouble, kay?”

“Oh please. I doubt you two have even faintest glimmer of self restraint. I bet you can’t even control yourselves for one minute.”

“I know I have more self restraint then he does.” Carnage interjects.

“Fuck off, I have just as much restraint as you!”

“Oh yeah? Well-”.

Before another word could escape from either of their mouths, both hear an attention grabbing cough from their sister.

A glance towards her direction showed Priss staring at the two with her cold glare, both brothers cease their rising prattling with a nervous chuckle.

Priss lets a weary sigh escape from her lungs as the same words from before echo once more through her mind.

The region of Smagabich is soon reached, the triplets set forth toward an eerie castle overlooking the moonlit mountainside.

Gazing up towards the rocky incline, the trio take in the view of the hellish cults castle from the forest below.

The echo of a crows outcry reaches their ears as they feast upon the site.

A whistle escapes from the red demons lips, his green brother joining in his impression with:

“Huh, Spooky...So, what’s the plan sis?”

“Yeah, we bustin in like usual or what?” Savage wonders.

Upon these questions, Priss begins to ponder what course of action should be taken.

Given this cults profession of training and controlling demonic entities, it would be foolhardy to rush in without a plan of sorts.

Clearly, a stealthy approach is out of the question, her brothers not exactly masters of espionage.

Hell, they can’t even keep themselves quiet while she’s taking her beauty sleep, their obnoxious snoring echoing through their chambers.

Splitting up would not be a wise idea either. It’s a wonder what trouble these two might get themselves in without her guidance.

Having to predict where their prime target might likely be alongside digging for info regarding the whereabouts on...Him…throughout this entire ordeal is proving to be quite the stressful.

It’s wonder where to start with such a daunting task…

Perhaps the roof might prove to be of a more successful point of entry. It’s a good of place as any to start.

The plan still being worked out in her head, the blue psychic turns to her red and green brothers, only to find the hulking demons free from her side.

What...I...Where did they...

From the bushes do the demonic duo peek out, their eyes partaking upon the gate of the cults castle.

From the entrance stood two unusually shaped demons, across their stone bodies carved singing faces, with a limb, eye, tooth, or any other body part protruding from their countless mouths.

“God damn. Look at those freak. They’re even worse then the ones we saw back in be Thailand.” Savage comments.

“Wonder what’ll happen if you stick a hand in one of their mouths.” Carnage questions.

“I dare to go over and find out.”

“Only if you do the same.”

“Oh, you’re fuckin on!”

Before either brother could jump towards fulfilling their foolish dares, an odd force swiftly pulls them back into the shade before they could take action.

Soon, both demons are greeted by the usual cold stare of their short blue sister.

“What?” Carnage utters.

“Why did you two bail on me?”

“You were taken too long thinkin and we got bored.” Savage answer.

“I was less then a minute.”

“Exactly.”

“You guys promised you would behave yourselves on this mission. And so far, you proven the exact contrary.

I...I mean...What were you two even gonna do? Just rush in like a couple of frolicking pink halfwits?

You want the entire cult to be on our asses in mere minute?”

“Jesus, sis. Got any better idea’s?” Carnage counters.

From her brothers, Priss gauges the front of the castle gate, beholding the bizarre demons that guard the gate.

A moment of swift pondering makes her think out loud:

“Demon familiars such as these typically don’t stray far from their masters.

The best possible guess is that they’re tamer is stationed somewhere within to act as an alarm in case anything happens to their beasts.

If that is the case, then we need to take care of their master before we can safely proceed.”

All that said, the blue psychic turns towards her brothers and orders for:

“Both of you don’t move an inch until I give the signal.”

Her commands given to the duo, she vanishes in a blur before their eyes.

“Wait, so were just supposed to sit on our asses while she gets to have all the fun?

What the hell does she expect us to do until she signals us?” the red brother questions.

From his pocket does Carnage pull out a handheld system, the dim glow of its screen lit up upon the green demons face.

“You brought that with you?”

“Yeah. I always bring it with me on missions.” Carnage answers.

“...Let me have a turn.”

“Fuck that, man. I just pulled this out. I give it to ya in like 10 minutes.”

Upon that promise does Savages single eye squint, staring as his green brother partakes in the joy that the electronic device brings him.

From within the interior of the castle, Priss reemerges from the side of the ceiling; the first sound to reach her ears upon entering being an entrancing melody reverberating throughout the entrance hall.

Alongside the beautiful solo was the site of the elegantly decorated halls to greet her entry.

Light colors, polished marble, glittering chandlers, gorgeous paintings, these people knew how to make a girl feel welcomed.

Figure being the jacks of the unholy arts, they’d house a scheme similar to that of the underworld.

Any betting man worth their salt would no doubt guess that the one possessing the enchanting voice would be the master of the demons outside.

Now, the test at hand being on how to dispatch such a worthless excuse for a hypnotist.

Fancying another glance of the entrance hall, Priss scans the faintly lit corridor and takes note of some of the décor lined up towards the top of the balcony, the sword resting near the railing fancying her eye.

Priss finds it best to start with the painting below her feet, casting the priceless frame towards a set of spears near the side.

From outside the walls of the castle, Savage and Carnage await for the supposed signal of their sister.

Not a single moment of hesitance goes by between the two before they sprint out from the bushes, Savage delivering a powerful strike to one of the demons stone hard shells.

Pinned to the ground, the monster atop Carnage protrudes from its mouths two claws and begins to rapidly swipe upon its prey below.

Savage fights back against the other demons tackle, gradually regaining the footing that he suddenly lost.

The other beast is thrown into the hard oak of a tree behind him, its leaves fluttering down upon the sudden impact.

Upon seeing this play out, Savage looks over to the beast that he had buried with but a single spike.

After watching her brothers take care of the cults guard dogs, she looks away from the window to behold the golden girl she had vanquished.

Truly such refined craft to bare witness to.

Out from the freshly punched through doorway, both Savage and Carnage rush into the entrance hall, their war cries echoing through the interior.

Through the castle halls the trio trek, the side sporting various elegant decorations that Priss admires as they walk.

Soon, the Nightmare triplets cross through an open archway, gazing out from the other side into a beautiful outdoor garden.

Their tour takes them to the center of the garden, where in the middle rests a luxurious fountain, gushing out shimmering lime water from the many figures that pose near the center.

In the midst of her admiration, the blue psychic ponders out loud to her two brothers that:

Its thanks to this silence that the triplets here the sharp taps of footsteps approaching.

The three overshadowing the lone gardener, his fist grasping the dead ivy trembles in fury.

With a sinister glare, Priss focuses on the gardener. Her concentration is broken however once recklessly charges forth.

The light soon fades. Both demons look on to find the gardener gone.

In his ongoing boredom, Carnage begins to notice a sizable tulip encroach upon Priss from behind, ready to swallow the small medium in one gulp.

The first form of assault from this green armada is a flurry of thorn filled vines that envelope around the brothers arms.

But before she could even give her sword a single swing, the blue psychic feels the stone beneath her quake.

Savage slides back from the rosy tomb, to his side being the white candytufts that aided in the gardeners escape.

His victory is short lived however upon witnessing cup like flowers rise swiftly sprouting from the soil, the calla extinguishing the flames with their sticky nectar.

Hoping to run to rescue his brother from the sticky situation, Carnage begins to rush towards the scene.

From behind one of the many tree’s overlooking the garden stood the blue psychic, glancing out from the bark.

In her ascent however, she fails to notice the sprawling vines lining the branches.

Stuck upon the concrete path in a mess of sticky flower nectar, Savage lays upon the site of his sister rocketing through the garden air.

In his haste, the red brother cuts through the flower bed with the armless statue in its middle.

In his struggle against the fungal foe, Carnage evades the mushroom mans reaching arms.

Those thoughts are soon ejected once he witnesses the mushroom man calm itself.

Rubbing and shaking the blinding dust off from his eyes, he fails to notice the spores digging into the dirt beneath.

Right when he’s ready to come to his siblings aid, the earth below him erupts once again.

Recovering from her unexpected flight, Priss rises from the soil; angular red flowers decorating her surroundings.

Right when she’s ready to come to their rescue, a red streak speeds by across her waste line, cutting through her navy blue dress and striking her skin.

With all of her psychic might, she attempts to pull the blade out from the oak that threatens to swallow it.

Her psyche nearing the edge of a mental breakdown, the flashes of a familiar figure erupt from the depths of her mind.

Taking those words to heart, she applies such a lesson to the chaotic present.

The sword free from the bark, Priss begins to direct the blade towards the swarm of red flowers.

Carnage starts to become overwhelmed by the countless fungus that have sprouted in his wake, the many mushrooms pinning him down upon the soil with their fangs dripping saliva on his skin.

Just as the fungus were about to take their final bite upon the green demon, the stems of the mushrooms are swiftly slashed off.

In front of him floated down his blue psychic sister, her back facing him with her elegant blade tight in her grip.

Across the brambles is Savage dragged through by the thick flowery vines of the statue, the thorny wall tearing apart upon his backside

Descending near the awaiting mouth of the plant below, Savage feels his fall come to a halt.

After these thoughts does the blue psychic take a quick moment to ponder to herself, gauging the walls of their thorny prison.

After having thrown her red brother out from the confines of the thorny prison, she looks down towards her other brother and finds him in the midst of tearing the stem of the carnivorous plant.

Though the crisp night air, the red demon careens like the last thrown pigskin of a fully packed football game with mere seconds left on the clock.

Once his siblings soon rejoin his side, a bickering question leaves his lips.

Glancing into the direction their sister points, the duo find an armada of vegetation quickly drawing near.

The first to lunge out from the pack of plants be a deadly bouquet of dashing delphinium.

From the walkway do a mess of thorny bramble envelope Savage’s ankle, the red demon feeling them tug at his leg.

From the bushes upon the side do an arrangement of sunflowers rise, their yellow petaled heads aimed directly upon the unsuspecting Savage.

Their congratulations are cut short however upon laying eyes on the calla that sprout, their cups opposed towards the trio in response to their burning rampage.

From the stretching trees above do swirling round fruit begin to bloom upon the branches, the growing heads violently shaking from within.

Nearing from behind the blue psychic, a massive wooden arachnid crawls in an attempted attack.

Assaulting the green demon be a mess of wriggling weeds; their ends sporting thorns in the shape of scythes.

As her brothers were busy holding back the plantation of plants determined to end them, Priss sat motionless, eyes completely shut.

With the hidden botanical bastard exposed, the blue psychic opens her eyes up to the world once again, a devilish smirk stretches across her face.

Their prey having been found, the nightmare triplets race through the outdoor garden, determined to uproot the botanical bastard from the soil of his dominion.

Upon that suggestion do both of her brothers leap high into their air, coming together in the apex of their jump.

Upon their final obstructions demise, the Nightmare triplets lands right on top of where Priss detected the green thumbed gardener.

Mentally subdued by the small medium, the gardener proves helpless upon Priss’s mental mercy.

Upon her search for the books whereabouts does she happen to come across the mans memories.

From the depths of the green thumbed bastards mind, Priss retreats back to the outside world

“Will you two just...Stop!” Priss shrieks, turning towards her brothers with an incandescent scowl.

In the midst of the trio’s heated argument, the defeated gardener comes to; too weakened by the both the psychical and mental trauma that the triplets had inflicted to even stand.

Dashing to the wall were his sister was smashed in, Savage jerks the flora away, preying that Priss was still in one piece.

To his surprise, he finds no trace of his sister, but a hole hidden behind the flowers. Smashing the hole wider revealed the tunnel to lead downward, the entrance proving far too small for either of the hulking giants to squeeze through. Savage stares down into the darkness of the tunnel, one question resting on his mind. Where’d you go sis?

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First time actually writing with these three.

Speaking of Priss, I went with making her act stressed and strained, given how she has to constantly keep her bro's in line.

Overall, writing for these three was fun. Had a nice time figuring out how'd they act among each other and I plan on wrapping up their family problems by the next chapter.

#young hope #lillaxtrigger

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The Best Birthday Gift

Genre: Slight angst/Fluff

Words: 2755

Pairing: Tiffany (SNSD) x Reader (F) ft a couple other members

A/N: My first fic ever. It is lacking, but I'm glad I still finished it. ^^ Words in italic are my (your) thoughts and you talking to yourself.

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Of all the birthdays that I’ve celebrated in my life thus far, this one had the hugest disappointments.

This year’s downhill birthday started at work. I was chewed out this morning by my supervisor for some missing reports that I have been working overtime for the last two weeks to complete. I surely submitted them to her desk yesterday, yet she devoured my soul in front of everyone; I had no choice but to take the beating. Talking back would only make it worse. Before the day ended however, a sympathetic co-worker told me that she has discovered that the supervisor’s assistant has placed those files in the wrong drawer and the papers really were with the boss all along. The damage was done, though, I was already embarrassed in public and the whole office overheard the reprimand. Man, this wasn't good, especially since I was aiming for a promotion...word will get around quickly in the office. What a nice birthday gift from the universe.

After getting off work, I figured I needed a break from all the things that aren't working out at the moment: my tiring job, fatigue and stress, my general loneliness from my need to be with a significant other. The thoughts in my head responded all at once.

Where did that last one come from? I'm fine...

I had one before, though. I just had to let her go.

Why am I thinking this? I don’t really need her, I can’t….or do I?...

Get it together, Y/N, it's probably just the Valentine's blues kicking in.

It’s one of the things I hate most about having a birthday in February, right before the 14th. This fact is probably the icing on the cake of this tragedy of a birthday.

I figured that a dinner out with the girls in a classy bar-restaurant on the mezzanine of the nearby mall plaza will be just what I need to unload everything and try to start fresh. Luckily, Sunny, Sooyoung, Yoona, Taeyeon and Hyoyeon had no schedules, and I was able to call them over.

Our little dinner get-together went smoothly, even though they all (shamelessly) ordered steak and a bottle of fine wine. Sooyoung signaled “one round of champagne over here, please” to the waitress while they all huddled around as I narrated all the things that were bothering me. They shared my sentiment about being publicly humiliated in the office, understanding how difficult it can be to project and maintain an image of pleasing everybody then having it crumble by small mistakes, and the frustration becomes even more real when nothing wrong was done on my part. I felt my spirit lift, discussing these things with them. I was about to tackle the last issue on my mind, the feeling of single-blessedness on my birthday-which-is-also-before-Valentine's. Now that the day of hearts is drawing near, I get reminded of her, and regret filled my mind. Oh how I wished I still had her around…

Why does it bother me so when it was only a little push-and-pull “some” relationship? It wasn't that serious, but it did feel real. Or at least for the eight months I spent with this certain person.

She was the best and worst thing that ever happened to me. Actually, she was the first existent crush who liked me back, yet it ended abruptly without much explanation. Although the other girls knew who she was, a fellow member who they shipped me with and fully supported, they never really knew what went down between the two of us and the sudden decision to call it quits. And tonight, with perfect timing, she just had to be inevitably brought up.

“Yah, neo, Y/N-ah, are you really not going to patch things up with Tiffany?” Sooyoung bluntly asked, making me nearly choke on my last bite of meat.

Sunny thoughtfully patted my back until the coughing subsided. “Calm down kids, let’s give her a chance to explain.”

Taeyeon handed me a glass of water and asked me again calmly, “Y/N, can’t things be the way they were between the two of you? You were both really happy then. Why did you stop seeing each other? You guys really matched, you know? I thought you were meant to be...” Hearing this, Yoona and Hyoyeon cringed and giggled. That last thing Taeyeon said echoed through my mind and launched about a million thoughts, searching for the right way to answer. “We all thought that you two would go the distance.”

Heol, those words stung. I thought so too...

How do I answer them?

[flashback]

We just lost feelings for each other. Honestly, I wanted to put all the blame on her. When I think about what went wrong, I blame her inconsistency. One day she would get all over me, lovey-dovey and clingy, bombarding me with texts while I’m at work and then getting mad when I don’t reply at once. Then, the next day, she would give me radio silence and no sign of life or of what she’s doing. I would be the one to contact her and she wouldn't even respond. I would be worried for days wondering about where she could be, only to find out from the other members or through her SNS posts that they had back-to-back schedules and that she was having fun with the other SMtown artists, acting only a bit wild with the male idols, perhaps her stint to provoke and make me jealous. It still hurt me a lot deep inside and pissed me off, this trait of hers. I would then try anything and make an effort to get her to talk to me again. I’d send her favorite food over to the dorm she shares with the members, or go see them in person. Other times, I would wait outside their door in the late hours of the night (the longest I waited was about an hour and a half or so), until she comes out, being persuaded by the other girls to go and see me. After fights like this, we’d be okay again. Then the cycle repeats. Though there are different reasons for our fights, some petty and some serious ones, mostly it all boiled down to this characteristic of hers.

Then again, I guess some of it was my fault too. I simply got tired of dealing with it all. I felt pressured to excel at work; a promotion is something I needed, mainly for the pay raise out of necessity. I also felt obliged to try and please Tiffany always, her being both my happy pill and, as it goes with drugs: the more you take, the more dangerous it gets. I should know very well by now how to define what happened, it’s already been three months since we were apart. I guess my fault was that I lacked effort. I put more importance on work than on her, and perhaps her clinginess was her way of reaching out to me, and it didn't bother me as much as it should have, how I ignore her once we're not together. Letting my work-driven mind take control, it naturally let me drift away from her. During the last fight, instead of making up, we silently agreed to end our relationship. Walking all the way home at about two in the morning, all teary-eyed, with make-up all smeared, that was the last I heard from her.

[end of flashback]

I uttered the first words I can get out. “It just…didn’t work out. And I guess it can’t anymore.” Hyoyeon responded this time. “Ey, but this time, you’d want it to, would you? If we tell you that Tiffany wants in again too, would you give it another shot?” The girls all huddled a little closer. I was confined to my thoughts again.

That would be the greatest birthday gift to end all gifts. Does she really want me back? Is this finally my chance?

…

Yes, that’s it. Three months of missing her is enough torture. I really want her back. I guess I really do love her. I’ll do better this time. I'm ready to start again. Gathering my composure, I opened my mouth to say just that, but suddenly their manager, the short guy with glasses, stormed in the restaurant, looking all frantic.

“Ladies, I’m sorry to ruin the dinner like this. The brand just called me, there was an emergency and they were forced to reschedule the photoshoot to tomorrow instead of next week. We have to go now and get some rest. They send their apologies for the inconvenience.”

The girls reluctantly stood up one by one. "Y/N-ah, we’re really sorry to leave you like this, especially tonight” Yoona sulked. I answered reassuringly, “It’s fine, I wasn’t in that much of a celebratory mood anyway. I’ll head home and go watch some series. If anything, it really means a lot that you all came tonight and heard me out.” Yoona gave me one final hug, and so did Taeyeon. Hyoyeon patted my shoulder and said “Y/N, we’ll continue this talk next time okay?” while Sunny sang “saeng-il chukhahamnida” in her aegyo voice in an attempt to cheer me up. I smiled weakly and waved them off, as their manager was frantically answering calls from the agency. Sooyoung was busy sending texts on her phone so she didn’t hug me goodbye, but she waved back from afar as she rejoined the group. That friend is rarely glued to her phone, you noticed. Whoever she's talking to, it must've been really urgent as to not give a final proper birthday hug. It must be the brand. They better have a sponsored watch as a gift for cutting my birthday dinner short! Ehh, it's a long shot.

After paying the pricey bill (darn, these girls just had to eat expensive meat), I walked out of the restaurant to the mezzanine and enjoyed the chilly breeze. I descended and joined the crowd at the center of the plaza, enjoying the late night food stalls. I noticed that there were mostly couples in the area tonight, feeling a pre-Valentines fever in the air. Walking around alone in this kind of crowd was slightly depressing.

I was wandering mindlessly among the stalls for a few minutes when I decided to sit down on the edge of the fountain at the center of the plaza to clear my head. My mind went back to what Hyoyeon said, about Tiffany wanting to fix things as well. Has she forgiven me already? Will I be the first one to move or will she come to me? Will she really accept me again?

My contemplation was interrupted when I felt a person's hand brush against my right hand which was resting on the fountain for support. I did not mind it that much. Next thing I knew, the same hand took mine, gripping it tightly but tenderly, and as I looked up to confront this very forward stranger, my heart skipped a beat. I could not believe who it was, sitting right next to me, in the middle of the late night romantic plaza, making this night even more special. Who else would I want to be here with more than her?

"How are you, Y/N?" Tiffany spoke softly. She was dressed in a simple maroon hoodie and jeans, wearing a black cap and a mask to hide herself from peering eyes and to conceal her bare face. She began to fiddle with my fingers rather nervously. "I've missed you more than I can tell. I hope I'm not too late, but...happy birthday". She greeted with the most gorgeous eyesmile. I felt my heart melting, suddenly being filled with a burning sensation: the same I felt the first time I fell for her. Experiencing that rush all over again is more than what I could have asked for.

"F-Fany? When did you....H..How did you know I was here?" I could feel my cheeks burning as she then started to intertwine her slender fingers with mine.

She chuckled and showed me her phone, displaying her thread with Sooyoung. Turns out she was updating/spamming Tiffany throughout the dinner, urging her to come and surprise me while we were all still eating. I read one that went "PABO, YOU BOTH STILL WANT EACH OTHER SO WHAT ARE YOU GUYS WAITING FOR? YOU'LL LOSE HER AGAIN IF YOU'LL BE LIKE THIS".

Ah, so Choi Sooyoung was playing Cupid huh. I guess I owe her a proper thanks with more meat now.

"I was in the recording studio so I didn't read them right away," she explained. "As soon as I got out I rushed here. Too bad I missed the girls," her gaze went from me to the other couples in the plaza. "But at least I got a hold of the most important person tonight" she declares while raising our joined hands, a perfect fit, and settling them on her lap, pulling me closer to her side.

"Fany, don't you guys have a photoshoot tomorrow? You all haven't gotten me a gift yet y'know, I was thinking a sponsored timepiece will be enough," I snickered. She answered, "Shhh, I'd rather not skip this night." She winked at me, her brown eyes sparkling in the starlight, and it made me feel all fuzzy inside despite the chilly breeze. She got up, still holding my hand, and asked "Wanna walk?"

Now here I was, finally walking in the plaza with someone linked to my arm, a daydream that finally came true after years of looking in from the outside.

So this is what it feels like....it's exhilirating. It's like screaming "HEY WORLD, THIS PERSON ON MY ARM RIGHT NOW, SHE'S MY VALENTINE; SHE'S MINE AND I'M HERS!!"

...

Wait, are things okay between us again?

I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't have time to think. I suddenly felt dread. We have to talk about this. This is my chance to fix this lest be rejected again later...

"Fany..." She looked back at me with that adorable puppy-like gaze that stopped my heart a second time tonight. "Does this mean we are okay again?" Silence filled the space between us. I continued my speech.

"Having you here like this really makes me miss what we used to have, and I know I screwed up big time, and I thought I can manage without you but I really can't. You are the one bright and special thing in my life that I'd love to keep by my side and I don't want to lose you again. If I get another chance with you, I'll really do better to take care of you. I'm really sorry for what I did...I really...."

She put an index finger on my lips, effectively hushing the rest of my apology away. "Y/N, it's also my fault for treating you like some plaything and toying with your feelings when I feel like it, and I realize that now, how wrong I was to act like that. The girls and I talked about this, so now I know how to be mature in an actual relationship. I truly felt comfortable with you. I'd love it if you'd always be by my side too."

After we circled the fountain once, we both stopped in our tracks. She stood facing me this time, and held both of my hands in hers. I took a good long look at her, taking in her simple, no make-up face. Could she be any more beautiful?

Still hand-in-hand I slightly lifted her black cap to get a better view of her adorable, heart-stopping eyesmile.

"Y/N, I want another shot with this relationship. Can we date, for real this time?"

A smile spread across my face as I felt my cheeks burn. "I feel relieved to hear that, I was about to ask the same thing." When her grasp on my hands loosened, I pulled her in for a tender embrace, my arms wrapping around her waist, and my face snuggling on her shoulder. She had a hint of a sweet strawberry scent on her, and it etched into my memory as I inhaled more of her in. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her free hands going through my hair gently. This hug told me that from now on, like in this moment, someone will be there to catch me, and I know, I just know, it will definitely be her, always.

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