#he is a freak y/n is just too polite to say it out loud

[ashwhowrites]

Hi, I just want to say that I adore your writing. I want to ask if you could write a Billy x reader fic, where reader is part of hellfire and Billy develops a crush on the reader to the point where Max is irritated by how lovesick he is. Max tells him to ask her out as it’s obvious that he likes her but Billy makes up an excuse which causes Max to roll her eyes and tell him to grow up. Billy asks the reader out and it turns out that she likes him too and it turns out that they have a lot in common (for example their shared love of metalica). On the Monday following the date during lunch Jason starts picking the hellfire table and calls them all freaks, Billy gets protective over the reader and punches him telling him to stay the hell away from his girl. This probably isn’t the best idea but if you do choose to write it, I can’t wait to read it

I hope this is what you were hoping for and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting and your kind words<3

Not freaks

When Max first wanted to join Hellfire, Billy laughed his ass off. She rolled her eyes and scoffed. She didn't want to tell him or deal with him making fun of her, but she needed to be picked up. She'd seen Eddie drive, and she didn't want any part of that. He made Billy look like a safe driver.

Billy didn't agree, but he didn't have a choice. He knew Neil would lose his head if something happened to Max. He was smacking his steering wheel as he jammed out to Metallica. His speakers were loud and he was smoking his cigarette.

"Bye Max! See you tomorrow, tell your ride a great song" Billy threw out his cigarette, unlocking his door as he looked toward the passenger side. Max slid in as she waved off to a girl. A girl Billy never noticed before. He slightly leaned towards Max to see her but Max shoved him.

"Space! Jeez," Billy rolled his eyes at her comment and watched as the girl walked to her car. Even from the back of her head, she had Billy's attention, in more ways than one.

~~~

Billy couldn't recognize the girl and it was driving him insane, but he'd never ask Max. He didn't need her knowing his business or ruining his chance. He paid more attention in the hallways and his classes, searching around to see if he could spot her. But he never did.

"Hellfire ends at eight, so don't be late!" Max demanded, throwing on her backpack. Billy rolled his eyes and went to make a smart remark when that same girl walked up.

"Hey, Max! Are you ready for tonight? I sense Eddie is preparing to destroy all of us." Billy felt himself smiling as the girl giggled. His blue eyes checked her out, taking in her jeans and black sweater. Her black boots gave her a few inches as she ruffled Max's hair.

"Not like he can. We have the control." Max scoffed, she refused to ever seem weak around boys.

Billy coughed as loud as he could, knocking his knuckles on the car hood. Max rolled her eyes and turned around.

"Yes?" She hissed

Billy tried to signal what he wanted, nodding his head towards the girl. Max glared as she turned back.

"This is my asshole brother, Billy," Max announced with a bored tone. Crossing her arms as she smirked back at Billy.

"Y/N." She said, smiling politely as she nodded to him. Billy smirked and nodded back.

"You're the guy with the good music taste." She said, remembering the song that blasted way too loud through his speakers.

"And you're the pretty girl that recognized good taste." Billy smacked on his charming smile, loving how she smiled to the ground at the compliment.

"Gag," Max said, grabbing Y/N's hand and dragging her into the building.

~~~

"Tell me about Y/N" Billy demanded as he took the spot next to Max at the kitchen table. She looked up from her textbook with an annoyed sigh.

"Senior, hot, edgy, sadly your type, and even worse you are hers," Max said, shivering in fake disgust.

"But she's a hellfire freak?" Billy asked. "She doesn't seem to be freakish."

Max rolled her eyes, as usual. "Hellfire doesn't make you a freak, asshole. She's creative and is a damn good player. If anyone took the time to understand how DnD works, you'd realize it's not a freak show. Plus she'd kick your ass if you ever called her or any of us that."

"Is she single?" Billy asked, Max swore he almost looked nervous.

"If she had a boyfriend I would have said that, dingus." Max hissed, slamming her book shut. "I'd like to study in peace."

~~~

Billy had a sense of pride hearing Max say that he was Y/N's type. He honestly never cared to chase a girl, but he kept wondering about her.

During lunch he looked toward the freak hellfire table, seeing her smile. Billy couldn't help but stare, she was a magnet. She was single, but was she into any of them? Billy's eyes set on Eddie, a guy who had long hair like Billy did. A guy who wore leather like Billy did. Listened to cool bands like Billy did. If Billy was her type, would Eddie be too? He watched as she giggled and smacked Eddie's arm. His arm was thrown over her shoulder as he snacked on her fries. Billy took a mental note to ask Max about it.

~~~

"Dudeeeeee, you've asked about her every single day for the past week. Just ask the damn girl out." Max huffed, another night of Billy asking questions. She hated that he was a player and she had to deal with endless girls in her house. But somehow lovesick Billy was even worse.

"Her and I have barely had an interaction. She's not going to say yes to a stranger, Max!" He argued.

"You're not a stranger. I introduced you."

"In a horrible way might I add." Billy said as he glared down at her.

"Oh, whatever. I'm sure she's heard all about you around the halls." Max said, flipping through the TV. Her words made Billy a tad nervous. What if she was turned off by him because of his asshole and fuck boy act. Max looked over at him as he got silent. Her eyes looked over him. He almost looked nervous again.

"Look, you got a reputation and she might not be into that. But if you do like her and are serious about dating not just fucking. I think she'd hear you out." Max said softly, she stood up and patted his back as a sort of comfort. He smiled at the gesture and her words.

"What's her number?"

~~~

Max stood in Billy's door frame laughing as he raced around his room to find out what to wear. He tore apart his closet and dresser.

"Dude, it's a date. Grab jeans and a shirt that isn't unbuttoned all the way." Max advised.

Billy grabbed a classic T-shirt and his favorite jeans, pushing Max out of his room as he closed the door. He got dressed and covered himself in cologne. He hated that he was nervous.

~~~

"Billy I suck at this!" She groaned as she tossed the tiny ball. Billy laughed next to her, winning her skeeball challenge.

"Then why did you make it a competition?"

"Because I'm usually good at everything!" She huffed. Billy smiled at her pout and came behind her.

"Here, let me help." He tried not to melt when he smelled her sweet perfume. His hand covered hers as he swung her arm back.

"Follow this motion, then let the ball go." He instructed, he moved her arm back and forward. Her hand released the ball and went up the ramp. The ball finally made it in.

"YES!" She cheered, turning around as she hugged Billy. Her excitement was contagious as he spun her around.

Once she landed back on her feet, she realized how close their faces were. Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned down. His soft lips pressed against hers.

~~~

Billy was still buzzing from the date. A smile on his face as he walked into school. Even Max could notice how happy he was.

He was reading through a car magazine in the cafeteria. Ignoring the commotion around him. Until he heard her voice.

He snapped his head up to see Jason at their table, running his mouth about the freaks and other names in the book. Billy took a deep breath and stood up. He walked over to the table as Y/N stood up and got in Jason's face.

"What are you gonna do, freak bitch?" Before Y/N could even speak, Billy grabbed Jason's shoulder and turned him around. His right fist connected with Jason's jaw, sending him straight to the floor.

"BILLY!" she gasped, grabbing his arm and moving him away. Teachers rushed to check on Jason.

"Talk about my girl or hellfire again, and I'll make sure you can never get back up." Billy hissed.

The hellfire table sat shocked that Billy Hargrove stood up for them. Y/N smiled at her boyfriend and Eddie gave him an approved nod.

Max smiled as she finally saw Billy in a new light, a happy Billy.

[alwaysanundertone]

Day 22: magic | Tom Riddle

smut

TW: use of magic during sexy time, coming in front of people, Tom is a possessive freak, piv, spitting, spanking

You were sat in the Great Hall, picking at your food. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend at all that day, you missed him, but the hardest part was that you didn’t know what he was up to. You didn’t know why he disappeared on you, now your mind was full of questions, wondering if you had done anything wrong.

Suddenly, you felt a pang of need in your lower belly. You furrowed your eyebrows, shifting your weight slightly, not quite understanding what was happening. Your mind flashed with images of your boyfriend’s nude torso, making your need grow even more, you whined out loud.

“Y/N? Everything’s okay?” Pansy looked concerned, and just as you were about to respond, Tom’s voice filled your head.

I can see you squirming, honey, is something bothering you?

His tone was mocking, but you couldn’t focus on it. “Yeah, Pansy, it’s just a headache” She nodded, not entirely conviced, still she resumed talking with Draco.

Are you ignoring me, doll?

Tom could speak to you through your thoughts, it was nothing new to you. Yes, it did scare you from time to time, especially because he always knew what you were up to, always knew what you were doing but, most importantly, who you were with. Some might think he was quite obsessive, and honestly you couldn’t disagree, but you knew what you were getting into when you started dating him. Anyways, what was knew was that somehow he could make you think what he wanted.

You’re thinking way too much, baby. Yes, this is new, but how fun is that that I can control your pleasure?

You widened your eyes as another wave of intense pleasure hit you. It was like Tom was there, touching you. You could almost feel his calloused hands tracing your skin, his hot breath on your core, except you were fully clothed this time, and Tom wasn’t there.

I bet you’re so wet right now, do you think I can make you come like this? I think I can. This would do wonders to my ego, let me tell you. Making you come from my room, with just the use of a little magic? Yeah, I think we can make that happen.

Suddenly, your mind flashed with vision of Tom in only his boxers, his abs awfully defined, so much so that you could actually see the little veins on his hips, the happy trail leading to his cock. You wanted to go to your room, but as you made to get up, you fell back onto your seat.

Huh-huh, don’t get too bratty now, dollface. I said you’ll be coming there, in front of your friends, didn’t I? So I expect you to do so. Also, no touching.

You wanted to hit him, to make him suffer, but you couldn’t. You wanted to hide your face, but then you would have drawn the attention of your friends. You were thoroughly fucked, and you didn’t even know what you did to deserve that. He was being fucking mean.

I’m not mean, thank you very much. This should be a pleasurable experience for you, isn’t it? Should I intensify the pleasure, then?

Somehow, you felt a hard pressure on your G-spot, your eyes damn near crossing, your panties getting impossibly wet while you stifled a moan. You felt your nipples grazing harshly against your bralette, you swore you could smell your arousal.

“Y/N, you’re awfully quiet” Draco was staring into your eyes with a soft expression, and you wanted to die on the spot.

“I-“ You had to interrupt yourself, before you actually moaned and made a fool of yourself. “I don’t have anything interesting to say, you know? Been studying all-“ You took a big breath. “All day”

What a good girl, so polite. I love how good you’re being, recently. You can come now, baby

The pleasure intensified, making you come in seconds. You bit your lip, all your energy spent on trying to school your expression as much as you could.

Now, baby, I’ll give you five minutes to gain your composure. Then, you’ll be finding me in my dormroom.

There was no need to knock, Tom opened the door, grinning at you. He didn’t give you the time to get mad at him, one of his hands gripped your neck, shoving his tongue deep in your throat. You moaned, you really couldn’t resist him.

“Such a good fucking girl, doing as I said. I fucking love you, my little pet. Now open” You did, and he let spit dribble down into your mouth. “Now swallow” Again, you obeyed. He groaned. “Look at you, all fucked out, and we haven’t even begun. Come on now darling, bend over.”

Your chest was pressed into his bed, you felt the boxers fall down his thighs, his cock teased your entrance. “You’re so fucking wet, so pathetic. All this for me, huh?” You nodded. Despite having come earlier, you already felt needy. He pulled in just the tip. “Beg me, baby. What do you want?”

You were used to Tom’s antics after a year of dating, you already knew the drill. “Fuck me, daddy, please. I’ll be good”

He groaned, with one swift thrust he entered you. One of his hands gripped your ass, your skirt now covering your lower back. “Fuck, I love you”

You moaned. “I love you too” He slapped one of your ass cheeks, the sting sharp.

“You’re all mine” His lips were suddenly below your ear, sucking a purple stain. “You won’t cover this, understood? Everyone must know you are mine” It might be considered toxic, you knew that, but he was so sexy when he got this possessive. His hips rutted against the soft flesh of your butt, the room filling with smacking sounds.

“I need, more” He smiled, one of his hands circling you, pressing on your throbbing clit.

“Are you going to come for me? Marking your territory, baby? You know I’m yours”

Your eyes crossed, your vision turning black as you came, once again, him following not long after.

You both regained your breathing, him still into you. You smiled. “So, now you’re so obsessed you found a way to make me come from afar”

He chuckled. “Don’t get too bratty when I’m still inside of you, doll”

tags: @sxmnc @peterparkerspersonalplaything @riaaavm @iamawkwardandshy @eeviee4 @mysterialee @famouscrusadeluminary @el1smells @rishofkf @mooonyxoxo @happymaeday @yourfiendlyneighbourspiderman @whyshouldihaveanam3 @amazing-bobinsky @barnesandmetal @just-here-for-ff @remussbitch @sammyreid

[liminal-space-lesbian]

Friends Family

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x fem!reader, Platonic!Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of sexual harassment, Frankie, brief mention of fetishization of wlw relationships, Tara gets pissed, negative self image, R has no self esteem💔

Summary: Frankie tried to make a move on you as you were walking to class to pick up Tara as usual, and he can't keep his hands to himself. When Tara hears about this she is not happy- and neither is Sam.

Words: 2,521

Breakfast in Bed (part one)

a/n I kinda went crazy with this one I'm ngl...

It seemed that after your conversation with Sam in the kitchen that she had less reservations towards you. She was still Sam, but she was less... scary. It was a nice change, you welcomed it.

You sat around the kitchen table with Tara, Chad, Ethan, Quinn, Mindy, Anika and Sam, all of you enjoying some Chinese takeout. Everyone was retelling the events of their day. You nodded along politely to Ethan's story, but in truth you weren't really listening. You were too focused on the the way Tara was gripping your knee possessively under the table. You kept glancing at her and her jaw was clenched as she pushed her food around her plate with her chopsticks.

"You're quiet tonight Tara. What's up?" The ever perceptive Anika asked sweetly. causing everyone to turn to look at Tara in concern. She let out a huff, leaning back in her chair in irritation, turning her gaze towards you.

"Do you want to tell them or should I?" She asked in an annoyed tone, and you looked down at your plate and shook your head.

"Tara, it wasn't that big of a deal-" You try to placate her, knowing she was about to go on a rant.

"No, it definitely is." Tara interrupts indignantly before turning to the group. "When (Y/n) was walking to pick me up from class Frankie decided to try and make a move on her." Tara spits, anger evident in her tone. You squirm awkwardly in your seat, glancing at Tara worriedly. You didn't like seeing her so angry and upset over something. Sure Frankie was a douchebag, but you could handle it, she shouldn't have to worry.

"It wasn't that bad." You say quietly, and Tara turns to you with raised eyebrows.

"Oh? Why don't you tell everyone what he said then, and they can decide if what he said was okay." She insists and you let out a resigned sigh, setting down your chopsticks as you have lost your appetite.

"He just said he had seen me walking through the quad between classes... and that if I ever wanted to hookup with anyone while skipping he was "ready and available."" You mumble, avoiding Tara's gaze. Mindy gives a loud gag, and Anika screws up her face into a look of disgust.

"Ew." Ethan mutters, looking a little freaked out.

"Mhm, and what did he say when you told him you had a girlfriend?" Tara urges, and you shoot her a dirty look. She simply glares back at you and you sigh, again.

"He said the usual gross douchey thing about liking girl on girl action or whatever." You said quietly and Chad let out a groan, rubbing his hands over his face in exasperation, Mindy gagged again and Anika let out a squeal of disgust while Quinn stared open mouthed in shock.

"And?" Tara prompted and you slumped in your seat, feeling embarrassed by the amount of attention on you at the moment.

"And when I tried to leave he grabbed my arm and tried to like... kiss me or something." You say so quietly that nobody would have heard you if not for the room being dead silent.

"What?!"

"No fucking way!"

"He needs to get reported or something, what the hell?"

"Seriously? I'm gonna beat his ass."

"It's okay! I just ripped my arm out of his hand and ran away. He didn't try to follow me or anything." You quickly try to placate over the cacophony of voices. Before anyone could say anything else Sam's calm voice cut through the room.

"It is not okay." She said firmly and you froze under her gaze. She looked immeasurably angry, and even though you knew the anger was not directed at you, you still shivered in fear.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Sam assured as she got to her feet. Normally Tara would be protesting about Sam "handling" things, but this time she stayed silent.

"No, Sam it's okay don't worry about it, really-" You attempted to placate her, but she silenced you with a firm look.

"No. You don't fuck with my family and get away with it." She grits out before grabbing her coat and heading to the door. "I'll be back later, don't wait up for me." She says before slamming the door. Everyone sits in a tense silence for a moment, and you shrink in your seat as you feel everyone's eyes on you.

"Her family huh?" Mindy suddenly chimes in, smirking to herself. Anika gave an exasperated gasp and scoldingly swatted Mindy's shoulder.

"Mindy, stop it." She chastises and her girlfriend simply chuckles, looking to Chad for affirmation.

"What? I mean come on, look at Sam getting all mushy for (Y/n) too. It's kinda cute! Like she's off probation or something." Mindy teases, grinning as you hide your blush in your hands.

"Guysss." You whine, sliding lower in your seat.

"I mean it's kinda true. Sam has seemed less uptight about (Y/n) lately." Quinn agrees, a smirk rising on her face as well. Ethan chuckles and nods in agreement, and you look to Tara for help, only to see her looking smug as well.

"I'm going to bed!" You say suddenly as you stand up and scurry off to Tara's bedroom, blushing the entire way. Why did Sam care so much about you suddenly? Why did all of them care so much? It was just you, it's not like it was a big deal.

"Honey, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Tara apologizes as she enters the room, coming to sit beside you on the bed. You lay face down, hiding your blush in Tara's soft quilt. You don't react and Tara lets out a long suffering sigh.

"Listen, I know you don't think it was a big deal, but it really is. Usually I hate when Sam takes things into her own hands, but this time it's honestly merited. What Frankie did was disgusting and unacceptable." Tara says resolutely as she gently rubs your back. You roll over to peer up at her, a pained expression on your face.

"I just don't want to make it a big deal. I mean it just happened to me, it's not like it was..." You trail off as Tara's gaze turns fiery. She reaches out to press her finger to your lips, silencing you.

"Don't even think about finishing that thought." She spits, taking a deep breath to calm her anger. "Don't you even think for a second that you are somehow less important or valuable or- or lovable just because you're you." Tara murmurs, her voice wavering as her bottom lip wobbles and tears well in her eyes. You feel your heart clench painfully in your chest. You didn't want Tara to cry for you, you were fine.

"You always go on and on about how you want to take care of me, and protect me. Well now it's my turn to do the same. You deserve to be taken care of too." Tara insists, her eyes impossibly sad as she looks down at you. You don't entirely believe her words. You weren't even comparable to her, she was perfect- in every meaning of the word.

"If what happened to you today happened to me, how would you feel?" She asks, and you immediately scowl.

"I'd be pissed as hell and I'd probably go beat him within an inch of his life." You blurt quickly, the mere thought of Frankie even so much as being near Tara igniting a deep protectiveness within you. As soon as you said it you realized her point.

"See? Now do you understand why we all are so upset about this?" Tara asks, sniffling slightly as she cups your face in her hands. You lean into her touch, letting out a resigned sigh.

"I... guess. I mean I still don't understand how you guys can feel like that about me." You say, not fully grasping how such amazing people could be so worried about you. You weren't anything special. You were even below average, actually.

"I don't understand how you cannot see how amazing you are." Tara murmurs as she scoots closer to you, leaning down to kiss your lips with a tenderness that makes your bones ache. "You are beautiful, and smart, and kind and so many other things." Tara whispers as she begins littering your face with gentle kisses. "I love you." She murmurs, pressing a final kiss to your lips before pulling back to look at you.

Your heart skips a beat in your chest as you realize she is crying. Tears leave tracks down her face and sit heavy on her eyelashes as she looks down at you. She sniffles as you wipe her tears, frowning up at her.

"Don't cry, please?" You ask as you sit up and wrap her in a hug, gently rubbing her back. You felt guilty now. Perhaps you hadn't taken the encounter seriously enough. Maybe you shouldn't have even told Tara in the first place, then nobody would have been upset.

"Stop it, I can hear you thinking." Tara scolds lightly, her voice thick with tears as she pulls away from your hug. She jabs her finger into your chest as she gives you a half hearted glare. "Don't feel bad about it, it wasn't your fault. sure we're all mad and upset but we're not mad at you." She reminds you as you wipe her tears again, still feeling a bit guilty.

"Okay?" She prompts, searching your gaze. You shuffle a bit closer to her, so you're practically sitting in her lap.

"Okay." You murmur, before you gently ease her sweater off her shoulders, standing up to hang it in her closet. You also unbutton her jeans and pull them down her legs, folding them and setting them on her desk to be put in the wash tomorrow. You pulled her shirt over her head and folded that as well, before offering her her favorite pair of pajamas. The entire time you avoided Tara's gaze, because you know she was looking at you with those eyes.

"I should be the one taking care of you, you know." Tara protests as you change into pajamas as well, heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

"Mm... Maybe. But I enjoy it more." You tease with a grin, causing her to chuckle. She follows you to the bathroom and takes what's remaining of her mascara off, brushing her teeth as well. You can't help but admire her as she moves, going about her usual nightly routine. She was so beautiful, even doing something as mundane as brushing her teeth.

"You're staring." Tara says with a chuckle after she rinses the toothpaste out of her mouth. You blink at her and smile gently.

"Well the view is amazing." You compliment, causing her to blush slightly. She kisses you gently before leading you to bed, which you oblige happily. It doesn't take long before you fall asleep in her arms, warm and safe as you were wrapped in the blankets.

~ ~ ~

The next day you are walking with the group, hand in hand with Tara as everyone heads to lunch. As you are walking you notice Frankie on the other side of the quad, and you let out a loud gasp, causing everyone to turn to see what you were staring at.

"Holy shit." Quinn says, dumbfounded. Frankie looks like he was beaten within an inch of his life. He was sporting two black eyes, his nose and bottom lip swollen and red. His eyes were downcast as he hurried to his next class and you blanched, staring open mouthed.

"Serves him right." Mindy says, sniffing indignantly as she continues walking, dragging an astounded Anika behind her.

"Honestly, you're kinda right." Chad agrees, sounding indifferent as he follows them. Everyone continues on and you stumble after Tara, in shock.

"I didn't think she'd beat him up. I thought she'd just give him a talking to." You say in shock, and Tara gently pats your shoulder to comfort you.

"Oh I did that too." Suddenly you hear Sams voice come from behind you. You turn to look at her in surprise, and she looks surprisingly unscathed. Her knuckles are slightly bruised but other than that she looks nearly chipper.

"What are you doing here?" Tara asks in confusion, and Sam dangles her house keys in front of her.

"You forgot your keys this morning and I knew you were gonna be locked out because I work a double tonight." Sam explains as she tosses Tara her keys. You stare up at her, open mouthed.

"Sam, you really didn't need to do that." You say, referring to Frankie's new look. Sam shrugs nonchalantly, avoiding your gaze. "Well, I couldn't let him think he could get away with that." She announces, her hands on her hips.

"Aww, Sam is turning into a big softie." Mindy teases, noticing Sam's appearance. Sam rolled her eyes and shot her a glare.

"Turning into one? Under all those glares and harsh words Sam has always been a teddy bear." Chad joins in the teasing, causing Sam to scowl.

"Guys, knock it off." Sam scolds as she crosses her arms.

"What? They're only being honest." Quinn chuckles, flashing Sam a wink. You could have sworn you noticed a slight blush on Sam's face.

"Whatever, you guys are gonna miss lunch. Bye, you're all losers." Sam says loudly as she turns on her heel and marches away.

"Bye sweetie!" Mindy calls after her, giving an exaggerated wave. The group call their goodbyes after Sam and you simply stand there awestruck.

'Sam really... cares about me? She went out of her way to do that... for me?' You think in shock, unable to wrap your mind around it.

"Don't seem so surprised, you're worth protecting." Tara whispers to you gently, kissing your temple as you turn to face her. You feel like you want to cry as you wrap her in a tight hug. You felt so loved you didn't know what to do with it.

"I'll have to make it up to her." You murmur, pressing your face into Tara's shoulder as she gently rubs your back.

"No you don't, friends have eachothers backs, that's how it works." Tara explains gently, and you pull away from the hug to wipe at your teary eyes with a watery chuckle. You place a kiss on her lips before turning away and heading after your friends.

"Come on, we'll be late." You mumble, unable to stop smiling as you lead Tara by the hand after the group.

You weren't quite sure what to do with all the feelings you were feeling right now. You felt so loved it made you almost guilty. Like you didn't deserve it. At the same time, you basked in the feeling. Being fully accepted into the friend group, and being accepted by Sam meant the world to you. You squeezed Tara's hand, grinning as you joined in the conversation with your friends family.

a/n I definitely didn't project my insecurities onto R at all in this one, what are you guys talking about? 😜

[meaningofaeons]

Hi, how are you?? I hope that you're doing good. May I request how the HSR boys (Mainly Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Gepard, Sampo and Caelus, if you want to add more it's ok) would react to their s/o doing something embarrassing?? I remember one time where I was out with my friends and out of nowhere I tripped and fell to the floor, my bubble tea just exploded under my chest and everyone was looking 💀 my friends split into two groups, the ones actually worried and the other ones who were just laughing, one even fell into some bushes because they couldn't stand properly 🧍‍♂️I hope it makes sense, rather than seeing it as something bad, maybe make it funny(?

sorry for my bad english🗿🥑💖

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ klutz

⊹ character(s) - gepard landau, jing yuan, sampo koski ⊹ word count - 938 ⊹ notes - gn!reader, fluff, reader is kind of a klutz, all just cute stuff lmfao

hi anon! don't apologize, your english is very good! I actually only do 3 characters per req so I just went with these 3, hope that's okay! feel free to send in another req for dan heng if you'd like!! (I don't write for caelus im srry </3) thank you for the req and I hope you're doing well too! (=^･ｪ･^=))ﾉ彡☆

⊹ Gepard Landau

You can't tell me that Gepard isn't the kind to completely freak out if something like that happened to you

He's quite protective, so even if you're unharmed, something embarrassing happening for you like tripping is cause for concern for the boy!!!

"Oh my god! Y/N, are you okay?! Here, let me help you..."

It's a little awkward sometimes only because if you try to laugh it off, Gepard is totally adamant that you have nothing to feel awkward or embarrassed about

"This kind of thing happens to everyone. Please don't apologize!"

On the other hand, if it's something not involving potential bodily harm, I still don't think he'd laugh at you

At least, not too much

Gepard is the kind to be 100% sure you're okay before he even thinks of laughing at the situation

But in scenarios where you trip or possibly get hurt, he forgets the whole "laugh" part.

Still, if you were to do something like wave at someone who you thought was waving at you on accident (and they were actually waving at someone behind you) he'd... probably let a small chuckle slip.

It's even more embarrassing than bombastic laughter, arguably, because he's trying to hide it but it's so evident that he's amused

Would treat you to your favorite snack afterwards though as an apology!

He definitely gets worried that you're actually mad when he lets a small giggle slip, but you never are

"Y/N? Come on, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry!"

Let him trail after you a bit longer, it's cute to see him acting like an obedient puppy

⊹ Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan is the dignified General of the Cloud Knights. As such, he knows how to keep his composure.

Most of the time.

Truth be told, as much as the man is dedicated to his job and public appearance, he doesn't really feel like a cold, distant General. Even in public, but especially not in close quarters.

He's amicable, he smiles, he greets his people

But the first time anyone outside of the Seat of Divine Foresight had ever seen Jing Yuan laugh out loud was because of you.

When you stumbled into a pond in the gardens of the Central Starskiff Haven, your lovely boyfriend had barked one single, obvious cackle.

He was quick to politely put a hand over his mouth, but as your head popped up from the water, you had scowled.

There was an obvious smirk on his lips as he helped you out.

It had caught the attention of the (few, but still present) people nearby, so the two of you were quick to make your exit, your face burning red

Now, no matter how much he says it, Jing Yuan doesn't really feel sorry after...

Unless you really lay it on with the dramatics on how much it "upset" you.

Get this man to dote on you, because he totally will

Spoiling you rotten afterwards in exchange for genuine, pure laughter? Sign the General up!

He'll start off with gifts and treats, but if you keep up the façade, he'll eventually just start putting his hands all over you and hanging off your shoulder with overexaggerated theatrics.

"I do wish my dear Y/N would forgive this old man already... I didn't mean a thing by it..."

Don't leave him hanging too long, though—he will get too clingy trying to "earn your forgiveness" and no work will get done that day.

⊹ Sampo Koski

Let's not kid ourselves, Sampo's bursting out laughing the second you topple over

I dare say this guy is even whipping out his phone to take pictures of your blunder like the little shit he is.

Don't worry, though—those photos will never reach the eyes of others. They're for him to giggle at when he's taking a break from his work, or sit in bed and coo over how cute you were pouting at him for his tearful chuckles.

Sampo is sort of the opposite of Gepard in this scenario

If you trip or do something that could've led to unlikely harm, he's still laughing his ass off at you first

Only if you're actually hurt will he calm down and help you out, but it's always superficial wounds so he's still wiping the tears from his own eyes when he bandages your wounds

Oh, he's so smarmy when you get upset though.

"Aww, is my sweetheart mad? I'm sowwy!"

Baby voice to the max, clasping his hands together like a repentant maiden, it's hard to discern which is more embarrassing—your accident or his behavior after.

He's teasing you about it for weeks after.

Again, the pictures he takes of the incidents (if he deems them funny enough) are for his eyes only, but the story is not for his ears only

Everyone in Boulder Town hears about the incident before the week ends. I feel bad for you, poor reader...

Especially right after, if you get "upset" with him, he'll be pinching your cheeks and cooing over you

He turns up the "act like a little old lady crooning over a cute youngster" act to the maximum too, which can be annoying, but it can also turn your embarrassment into amusement and laughter

Honestly, most of the time when he's treating you like that after a blunder, it's because he wants you to see the humor in it too

Doesn't want you to be hard on yourself for doing something kinda embarrassing—happens to the best of us!

Still, make him treat you afterwards. He'll do it eventually, you just have to get through the annoying antics first.

[daddy-issues-galore]

Let me fly you to the moon...

Warnings: swearing, 18+ readers only! SMUT, oral m-receiving

Chapter 2

On the journey the tonight’s venue, Noel sent his PA a text asking her to sort out a backstage pass for you and by the time you arrived at the venue and met his PA by the back entrance, she had one waiting for you.

“’Ere you go, love.” Noel smiled at you and slipped the pass on over your head with a smile after thanking his PA. “C’mon. I’ll introduce you to the others first.” He took your hand and led you through the long-mazed corridors until you came to a door with ‘The Band Dressing Room’ printed on it. He pushed open the door and greeted everyone. “I’d like you all to meet a friend of mine.” He turned to you. “This is Y/n. Fellow Manc, fan of The Cure and all-round beautiful music whizz. Like yours truly.” Noel winked at you, making you blush. You really needed to stop blushing so much.

You rolled your eyes at him, “Was that compliment just a way to stroke your own ego?” You challenged making the band laugh.

“You know Noel well then.” Mikey was the first to approach you.

You kind of felt like an imposter as you shook hands and said hello to everyone before they had to move on to do a proper sound check. Everyone except Noel had already done a sound check a couple of hours ago and now that Noel was back, it was time for the band to do one.

Noel told you to go stand in the middle of the floor in front of him as they did. ‘You can tell us how we sound, love,’ he said with a wink and a cocky grin, once again making you blush. And you could honestly say if you only got to listen to the sound check, you could die happy. As you listened, your brain finally caught up with your body; you’d held Noel’s hand, he’d winked at you, flirted with you, called you ‘love’, bought your records for you and he’d arranged for you to watch from backstage. Holy shit! How are you not freaking out? Your fucking backstage! Am I dead? Okay, breath…

Loud feedback screeched out of the arenas speakers making you wince and brought you back to reality. You looked up to the stage to Noel to see him shaking his head in annoyance.

“Sorry, Y/n.” Noel called out to you making you smile. “How are we sounding?” He asked.

“I’m not feeding your ego anymore.” You joked. Where was all this confidence coming from?

Noel once again winked at you before going into another song. After a good hour everyone made their way backstage to get ready for the gig. Noel took your hand (again) and guided you further down the corridor away from the band dressing room to another one that had his name on the door. He pushed the door open and smiled at you, “Sit down… Beer?” He asked as he closed the door behind him.

“Oh, please.” You smiled politely and thanked him as you sat down on the small sofa. “So, still nervous?” You asked as you opened your beer.

Noel nodded. “Not as much… thanks to you.” He smiled. “You may have talked some sense into me. But don’t tell anyone.” He winked at you.

Stop with the fucking winking man. Why was he so fucking sexy when he did that?

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You smiled looking down at your hands.

A quick knock on the door interrupted the silence. Noel walked over and opened the door to reveal his PA with a paper bag in her hand. She handed it over to Noel with a smile before disappearing off down the hall.

Noel turned round with a smile, “I got us some food. Hope you’re not a bloody vegan or whatever.” He joked as he sat down beside you.

You shook your head, “Nah, can’t be arsed with that shit. Love meat too much.” You giggled making Noel chuckle.

 He handed you a cheeseburger and fries. “Glad to hear.” He winked at you.

The pair of you tucked into your food, a comfortable silence settle between you as you ate but after a few long minutes, Noel looked at you with a smile. “What’s yer favourite Oasis tune?”

You looked up at him a little surprised by his question. “Oh… uh… I guess, ‘Whatever’… or ‘Married with Children’…” You shook your head with a laugh. “I used some of the lyrics to that once to break up with this guy I was seeing… he had no clue… loser.” You laughed to yourself.

Noel shook his head with a chuckle, “No way.”

You nodded, “Dad was dead proud when I told him.”

“What was his favourite?” Noel asked.

You thought for a moment and smiled at the memories, “Half the world away... Dad would sing it to mum and make her slow dance with him.” You laughed, “He also liked ‘Cigarettes and Alcohol’.”

“Good man.” Noel grinned and stood up, chucking his food wrapper onto the coffee table, “I need to get changed. I’ll be two ticks, love.” He said as he entered the ensuite with a pile of clothes.

You drew in a deep breath as you closed your eyes and dropped your head back against the sofa. When you had woken up this morning, you had not seen your day going like this at all. It almost didn’t seem like it was real. It’s not every day you end up meeting someone who’s music you’ve admired for decades in your local record shop, talk to him and end up hanging out with him backstage before his gig.

“Well, that’s fucking ruined!” Noel snapped as he walked out of the bathroom in a huff, throwing a shirt across the room, topless.

Your mouth hung open as you watched him move around. Shit. Yep, your teenage crush was still very much there. Fuck. Take your pants off. You licked your lips, completely unaware of your drooling or the smirk on Noel’s face.

“Your drooling is doing wonders for my ego, love.” He teased making you blush.

You looked away from him. “Shut up.” You smiled to yourself, glancing back over to him. You watched as he buttoned up his white shirt. Fuck me.

Noel chuckled as he made his way over to you, “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s only natural.” He sat down beside you on your right, his left arm resting on the back of the sofa as he spread his legs wide.

“Christ, your ego is massive, ain’t it?” You turned your body, so your back was resting against the arm of the sofa.

Noel chuckled and reached forwards to grab his beer. “Am just messin’. There’s no chance someone as gorgeous and young as you would fancy an old geezer like me. Nah, them days are well and truly behind me, love.” He took a swig of his beer.

You frowned. “You’re not old, Noel… Your older, sure, but I bet there’s plenty of gorgeous, young women out there that would die to get a piece of you.” You smirked at him. “Present company included… although I’m definitely not as gorgeous as some of them.” You added as a joke, although it wasn’t entirely untrue.

Noel looked at you after a beat as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. “So, your sayin’ you, a still in her twenties bird, would happily shag an almost… Christ, fifty-year-old man?” Noel asked with a raised eyebrow.

You began grinning at him, “You wouldn’t be the first older man for me.”

Noel’s eyebrows raised up before he began chuckling. “Fuck me…” He shook his head and swigged some of his beer.

You watched him for a moment as silence settled between the two of you. God, he was so fucking beautiful. His greying hair, his crooked nose, his aging looks. And that’s just the physical aspects of him. He genuinely made you laugh and smile, and his way with words whether it was him just telling a story or writing songs, it was just… perfect, somehow. It was strange, how you felt so comfortable around him. You would have thought being a major rock star he’d have already put the moves on you by now, if that’s what he was wanting from you. You assumed him inviting you to come backstage was code for ‘I want to shag you’ and let’s be honest, you would in a heartbeat, it’s Noel fucking Gallagher.

“You didn’t ask me back to fuck me, did you?” You blurted out taking both of you by surprise. “Shit, sorry, I wasn’t meant to say that.” You blushed looking away from him and drinking some of your beer.

Noel chuckled, “Is that what you thought was gonna happen?”

You shrugged, your face burning with embarrassment, “I wasn’t hoping it would but, y’know, yer a rock star. You hear the stories of groupies and all that. I just thought, I dunno… it was code or somethin’.” You blushed even more.

“Right… well, no, I didn’t invite you back to fuck you.” He smiled and leant forwards to place his beer on the small coffee table, “I mean, ya know, it's not like I wouldn't wanna, like.” He admitted giving you a wink, making you blush an even deeper shade of red.

“So… if that wasn’t the reasoning for inviting me, then what was?” You asked not daring to look at him.

Noel shifted in his seat as he mulled over your words. “Would you believe me if I said, I just wanted to spend more time with you?”

You furrowed your brow and looked at him. “Why the fuck would ya’ want to do that?”

Noel chuckled at your outburst, thinking your pout and furrowed brow were adorable. “I dunno… after all that's gone on lately… spendin’ these last few hours with ya have made me feel like me old self again… I ain't felt like an old fart." …” He sighed and shook his head. “… Cause for the first time in… who even knows how long, I was proper enjoyin’ bein’ in a bird’s company. And you’re dead cool, y’know.” He shrugged and pouted as he fiddled with the arm of the sofa.

You rolled your eyes and let out a small giggle. You lifted your legs up under you and faced Noel a little more. “You’re not an old fart.” Noel huffed. You drew in a deep beath and decided to be bold. You scooted closer to him, resting your right arm on his that was on the back of the sofa and began playing with the buttons of his shirt. “And I’m flattered that you think I’m dead cool.” You smirked, “And just so you know… I’d say yes in a heartbeat.” You whispered as you pressed yourself closer to his side.

Noel met your gaze for a second and in a flash, he was cupping your cheek with his right hand and crashing his lips against yours. You let out a surprised moan, opening your mouth and letting his tongue enter as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you over to straddle his lap. His hand settled on your hips as the pair of you continued to kiss. Eventually you needed to breath, but you were already addicted to his lips.

Thankfully Noel had some sense and pulled back from you with a gasp. “Fuck,”

You let out a breathless giggle, “I’m glad you took the hint.” You grinned at him.

Noel chuckled as he looked up at you, “You weren’t very subtle, love.” He reached up with a hand and pulled your face back down to kiss you again, this time a lot slower.

You let out a deep moan as you felt Noel’s cock press against you, causing you to grind against him to get some friction.

Noel pulled back from your lips with his own groan. “Fuck,” He began running his lips and tongue against your throat as his hands moved down to grope your backside. He pushed you harder against him, just as desperate as you for some relief. “You sure this is what you want?” He asked as you ground your hips against him.

You nodded, “Definitely.” You pressed your lips against his again before you began kissing his neck making Noel moan.

“Fuck… Stand up.” Noel ordered you and you gladly followed. Noel stood up as well and began unbuckling his belt and pants before pushing them down to his knees. Your mouth drooled at the sight of his thick hard cock. Noel smirked as he reached forwards and began to unbutton your jeans, crashing his lips against as he did. Before things could go further, there was a knock on the door.

“Ten minutes, Noel!”

The pair of you let out an irritated groan. “Alright!” He huffed and let go of you. “Fuckin’ timing, aye.” He chuckled making you giggle.

You bit your bottom lip and looked down between you to Noel’s still hard cock. It’d be shame to waste such a beautiful thing, right? You let out a small giggle and suddenly dropped to your knees in front of him.

Noel frowned down at you, “You don’t need to-” Noel’s breathe caught in his throat and his head fell back as you wrapped your hand around his shaft. You bit your bottom lip as you looked up at him.

“Shh… Just enjoy it, Mr Gallagher.” You said in a sultry tone as you smiled up at him.

"Fuck," He moaned as you gave him a soft squeeze.

You gently slid your hand down to the base of his cock, spitting on the head before moving your hand back up to gather your saliva. Noel lifted his head and looked down at you, moaning softly as he watched you move your hand back and forth along his hard cock before cupping his balls in your palm. You looked up at him through your eyelashes with a smirk before you leaned forwards and ran your tongue up the length of his cock to the tip. Noel groaned deeply. You teasingly repeated the action until Noel huffed and wrapped your hair around his fist, tugging your head back making you giggle.

"Y’ain’t got time for teasing, love."

You gave his head one more kitten lick before wrapping your lips around him and began sucking.

"Fuck," He moaned with closed eyes. You moaned softly as you felt Noel’s cock slide across your tongue over and over. Noel threaded his fingers through your hair as he slowly began to move his hips in time with your sucking. "Fuck… That’s it… Good girl." Noel moaned, gently stroking your cheek as you worked him in your mouth. "Fuck." Noel bit his bottom lip as he watched you deep throat him before pulling off to stroke him again.

Your eyes watered a little as you caught your breath, but it didn't bother you. The sounds Noel made spurred you on. You wanted to please him. You used your other hand to play with his balls as you licked up the length of him before taking him back into your mouth. You bobbed quickly, up and down, adding light pressure to his balls as you did.

"Fuck. Don't stop," Noel panted.

You moaned, the taste of him on your tongue making you even wetter than you thought possible.

Noel's hips began to move back and forth, his cock slipping in and out of your mouth as he fucked your throat. "Fuck!" His head fell backwards. “Oh, fuck. Yes. Keep goin’.”

You moved your free hand to wrap around his shaft and began stroking him as you moved your lips up and down, sucking and licking, gently adding pressure to his shaft and balls as you went.

“Shit!” Noel cried out as he came. The taste of his cum on your tongue made your eyes roll to the back of your head as you moaned around his cock.

You knelt back and looked up at Noel with a giggle as he dropped down onto the sofa with a heavy breath. “You good?” You asked.

Noel looked to you with a tired smile, “Fuck me… That was-” He shook his head with a chuckle, “I can’t remember the set list.”

You rolled your eyes with a giggle and got up off the floor. “You best sort yourself out, Mr Gallagher.” You pretended to look at your non-existent watch, “Time is ticking.” You joked making Noel grin.

He got up of the sofa and pulled his pants up to cover his softening cock. “I’ll make sure to make it up to you later on, love.” He said before he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before he excused himself once more and went into the bathroom.

You let out a breath you hadn’t even realised you were holding and flopped down onto the sofa. Well that was a shock. What the hell is going on? It almost felt like you weren’t there, that you were in someone else’s body.

A few minutes later Noel stepped out of the bathroom looking a lot more put together now, giving you an almost shy smile, “Ready?” He asked as you stood up from the sofa.

You nodded with a grin. Noel took your hand in his, then the pair of you made your way out of his dressing room and began to make your way towards the stage. A sudden feeling of nervousness came over you the closer you got.

“You good?” Noel asked, standing in front of you with his back to the stage.

The pair of you stood at the bottom of the steps that lead up onto the stage. It almost felt chaotic as everyone ran around doing what they needed to do so the gig ran smoothly.

You nodded, offering a weak smile. “It’s very... chaotic.”

Noel chuckled and looked around. “I guess so... you kinda get used to it.” He smiled.

“Ready Chief?” Russ asked with a grin as he and the rest of the band walked up to you and Noel.

“Always.” Noel nodded, “I’ll be with yous in a minute.” He nodded his head to the side giving Russ a silent message to leave you both alone.

Russ broke out into a grin as he gave Noel a quick look over, “Naughty boy.” He wiggled his eyebrows. You began blushing as Russ gave you a wink before he walked off towards the side of the stage, leading the rest of the band away from you and Noel.

“Fucker,” Noel rolled his eyes making you giggle. He smiled at you, “Do me a favour, ‘lright?” You nodded. “I want you to stand up there to watch.” He nodded behind him to the top of the stairs. “Stay there until I come off, yeah?” You nodded again. Noel leaned forward and pressed his lips against your ear and whispered, “Then, I want you to come back to the hotel with me. So, I can finish what we started.” He pulled back enough to wink at you, making you blush and look down at your feet. Noel reached up with his left hand and lifted your chin, so you were looking at him. “You better keep your eyes on me, yeah?”

You nodded with a gulp. “I will.”

Noel began smirking at you, “Good girl.” He whispered and then surprised you by pressing his lips against yours as he held the side of your face in his calloused hands.

It took everything in your being not to go limp against his body as he kissed you. Your mind spiralled as his tongue slipped into your mouth, pulling a soft moan from you.

He pulled back with a smirk. “C’mon then.” He turned to the side and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, the pair of you making your way up the stairs together to join the rest of the band. Moments before the band were to step out onto the stage, Noel turned to look at you, “What's your favourite song on the album?”

“Aye?” You looked at him in confusion.

“It's not that hard, love?” He asked with a smirk.

The crowd started going wild as the time finally came for the band to go on stage and as the others began to walk out one by one, Noel was stood looking at you. Waiting.

“Noel, you need to go.” You said a little panicked.

“Not until you say.” He folded his arms across his chest with a pout like a child would.

You huffed, “... If I had a gun.”

“Why?”

“Seriously?” You asked at him. Noel nodded. You rolled your eyes, tempted to strangle him for being such a pain, “Because... It would be nice, you know, to have someone think like that about me.” You admitted.

Noel smiled and began walking towards the stage only to stop again and look back to you. You let out a sigh of relief as he did, thinking to yourself, you better be good, lad.

The show began and of course you weren’t disappointed. The band were AMAZING! As you stood watching and listening to Noel sing, you thought back to when you saw Oasis for the first time, it was a completely different vibe but still insanely good. Noel really knew how to write music, and you could see his passion and love in the way he performs.

The last cord of ‘AKA… Broken Arrow’ rang out and the crowd cheered for more as Noel turned and said something to the rest of the band before turning back to his microphone, “I’d like to sing another song that ain’t on the album... It’s from that other bad, you know which one I mean,” He joked making everyone laugh. “This is ‘Half The World Away’, and tonight, I want to dedicate this song to… a friend and her dad.” He looked back to where you were stood and winked, smiling at you.

Tears filled your eyes as Noel began to play the starting cords to the song and as he sang the words, you felt the tears roll down your cheeks. You pulled your phone out and began to record Noel as he sang, wanting to be reminded of this moment and Noel’s kindness forever.

The show eventually came to a finish and although you were disappointed, having loved every minute of the show, you were glad it was over. And by the look in Noel’s eyes as he made his way off the stage towards you, so was he.

“How’s that?” He asked wearing a cocky smirk as he came up to you.

“You were… fuck. You were amazing.” You grinned up at him as he rested his hands on your hips. “Just, incredible.”

Noel grinned, giving the other’s a nod as they all walked by and back towards the dressing rooms. “Good.” He smiled, his eyes flicking down to your lips briefly. You suddenly became nervous thinking back to what Noel had said to you before going out on stage. “So, we usually have a couple of drinks in the dressin’ room after a show, ya know, to celebrate a good show before headin’ back. You happy to do that?”

You nodded, “More than. I’m gaspin’ for a drink.” You smiled at him, thankful for the Dutch courage to calm your nerves and put your mind at ease.

“Good girl,” Noel winked at you. He slipped his arm around your shoulders and the pair of you made your way back to the band dressing room.

Music was playing and everyone was sat around chatting when you entered, and you were suddenly very aware that you didn’t belong there. And everyone probably knew you were nothing more than a… groupie.

Noel grabbed a couple of beers from the table and handed you one before taking your hand and leading you over to the only spot available on the sofa that was in the room.

“Shift up.” Noel told Russ, leaving no room to argue. Russ did as he was told and moved up as much as possible without sitting on Mikey’s lap. Noel sat down next to Russ leaving a small gap next to the armrest.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you sat down, squashed against Noel’s side but then you remembered that you’d literally had Noel’s cock in your mouth a few hours ago so you quickly relaxed into him. His right arm rested on the back of the sofa behind your head. Noel gave you a wink making you blush even more and shyly look down to your lap.

“Fucking hell, Noel… why couldn’t she sit next to me?” Russ moaned trying to shift into a better position.

“Why would it make a difference?” Noel frowned at him.

“At least I’d have a good-looking bird pressed against me instead of your old arse.” Russ joked making the others laugh.

“Piss off.” Noel muttered making Russ and the other’s laugh again. “I ain’t even that much older than ya, knobhead.”

“Still prefer a fit bird next to me.” Russ said looking at you and winking.

You sank back into your seat as Noel’s arm fell around your shoulders and he pulled you closer to his side.

“And when has that ever happened?” Mike joked making you laugh. The conversation thankfully moved away from you, and everyone started talking about the show. Everyone except Mike who was sat next to you in a chair. He turned to you with a polite smile. “So, Y/n, what do you do for a living?” He asked.

“Me? Nothing nearly as fun as what you lot do.” You joked. “I’m a florist. I own my own shop with me mam near Fog Lane Park.”

His eyebrows raised in surprise, “Seriously?”

You hummed, “Proper rock n’ roll, ain’t it?” You joked making him laugh.

“Look, being in a band ain’t always all that. You should try sharin’ a fuckin’ tour bus with these smelly fuckers.” He joked making you laugh. Mike then nodded and pointed to Noel, “Especially that grumpy fucker… fuck me, ya’ should have seen him when we were younger.” He rolled his eyes dramatically making you laugh.

“Fuck off.” Noel muttered into his beer with a smile.

“Strangely enough, I can imagine.” You joked making Mike laugh.

Noel moved his arm from your shoulders to your waist and began tickling your side with his fingers making you laugh. Russell began shifting next to Noel making him huff and wiggle in his own seat.

“Stop wiggling,” You giggled.

“Well, it’s fuckin’ uncomfortable squashed ‘ere.” He huffed again.

You began to get up, “I’ll move-”

“Wait. Hold that,” Noel handed you his beer before scooping you up and shifted the pair of you, so you were basically sat in his lap. “Tar,” Noel took his beer back from you with a smile, resting his right arm around your waist. You tried not to over think what was happening because if you did, you’d start getting all hot and bothered again. You were sitting in Noel Gallagher’s lap (again). “Where’s yer shop then?” Noel asked smirking as his hand laid across your backside.

You bit into your bottom lip to stifle a moan, “Hmm, not far from Sifters, actually.” You smiled at him with a slight blush colouring your cheeks.

Noel nodded, “I’ll have to pop in.”

You burst out laughing, “That would be a sight, Noel Gallagher amongst the peonies and roses.”

Noel grinned up at you. “What? I buy flowers.”

You held your hands up in the air, “Never said you didn’t.” You giggled. Noel chuckled giving your bottom a light tap.

The others started whistling and teasing the pair of you receiving a ‘piss off’ from Noel. “Sorry about these lot, love.” He said once everyone had all gone back to having their own conversations.

You shook your head with a smile, “It’s fine, honestly. I’m used to it.”

“Y'got brothers, have yer?” He asked.

You shook your head, “Nah, but me dad’s mates used to brin’ their lads to footy matches, so I’m used to the teasin’.”

Noel looked at you curiously, “Footy? What, like you used to have a kickabout or watch the matches?”

“Watch ‘em.”

Noel nodded, “Yer not a bloody United fan, are ya?” He frowned.

You scowled at him. “Fuck off. Sky blues, through and through.”

“Good girl.” Noel nodded approvingly giving your backside another pat. Your stomach was doing somersaults, enjoying yourself far too much from such a little touch.

“Bollocks.” Russell scoffed.

Noel looked at him with a frown, “What you on about?”

Russell nodded to you, “Ain’t no way she’s a footy fan. She’s just saying it to get knobbed by you, mate.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes at him, a little miffed by him and pulled your phone out of your pocket. “Not that it’s any of your business, but actually, I am a city fan.” You said as you held your phone out to show him the picture of you and your dad at a football match in matching football shirts. “So, fuck off.” You stuck your tongue out at him making everyone laugh.

Noel looked at Russell with a grin, “And on that note, we’re off.” Noel gave you a nudge to get off his lap before he got up and took your hand in his, leading you towards the dressing room door as he once again told everyone to ‘piss off’. Once you stepped out of the dressing room, Noel gave you an almost embarrassed look as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Sorry 'bout, Russel. He’s a bit of a div sometimes, but he’s just havin’ a laugh.”

“Honestly, it’s fine.” You smiled at him a little shy. “Was I a bit rude, telling him to fuck off?”

Noel chuckled, “Nah, course not. Besides, he proper deserved it. Look, I’ll just grab me stuff and then we’ll head off, yeah?”

You nodded. Noel quickly headed off back to his dressing room leaving you to wait in the hallway. You leaned against the wall and pulled your phone out of your pocket, pulling up the (only) video you managed to take. You turned the volume down low and pressed play, smiling instantly. It wasn’t a very good video; you were shaking far too much for it to focus and it was a bit crackly due to where you were stood but you knew what it was.

Noel cleared his throat as he came to stand beside you, “What’s that?” He asked nodding to your phone.

“Oh, I uh, recorded you when you sang ‘Half the world away’. I wanted to show me mam when I got back. She’ll love it.” You smiled up at him, “Thank you for that. You didn’t have to.”

Noel shrugged, “It’s no big deal.”

“Even so, it meant a lot to me.” You closed the gap between you and gave him a brief, soft kiss. “Thank you, Noel.” You smiled, almost certain you saw his cheeks reddening.

Noel nodded. “C’mon,” Noel took your hand and began to lead you out through the back exit.

The car from earlier was waiting outside with the driver opening the door as soon as Noel stepped out of the door. Like you did earlier Noel let you get in before him only this time he let himself ogle your backside as you did, smirking to himself.

On the journey back to the hotel, Noel slid his arm around your waist and pulled you into his side. You started off chatting but after Noel reassured you that the driver couldn’t see or hear you through the patrician, it quickly turned into the pair of you snogging like a couple of teenagers in the back.

You pulled back with a giggle as your accidently brushed your hand against Noel’s bulge, “Maybe we should stop, you know, so you’ve got time to calm down before we get out.”

Noel sat back letting out a deep breath, running his left hand through his hair as he did. “Right.” He shook his head with a chuckle. “Fuck me... what are you doing to me?” He ran his hand down his face.

You rolled your eyes at him playfully and put some distance between you, needing to calm down too. You wouldn’t be able to resist kissing him again if you stayed pressed against him. Not long after, the car was pulling up outside of a hotel.

The driver got out and walked around the car to Noel’s side. “There’s no photographers that I can see, Mr Gallagher.” Alan informed Noel as he opened the car door.

Noel thanked him as he got out and held his hand out for you to take. You accepted and got out, smiling at Alan and nodding your thanks as you did. Noel let go of your hand (unfortunately) and lead you inside the hotel. As the pair of you made your way across the lobby towards the lift, your mind wondered to something you haven’t even considered. Paparazzi. What if you were seen with Noel? What if someone talked about the two of you? What would people think of Noel? What would people think of you?

“Y/n?” Noel stood halfway inside the lift looking at you when you didn’t move. “It’s ‘lright if you’ve changed yer mind, y’know.” He smiled softly at you.

You shook your head with a shy smile. “I haven’t. I was just, worryin’ a bit.” You said as you stepped into the lift with him.

Noel raised his eyebrow as he pressed the button to his floor once the doors closed. “What ‘bout? Shaggin' a dodgy old fella?” He joked making you roll your eyes and smile.

“I was just thinkin’, what if I’m spotted with you or what if someone talks about me and you? I don’t want to be the reason your name gets dragged through the-”

Your words were cut off by Noel cupping your face in his hands and pressing his lips against yours. His tongue slipped between your lips pulling a soft moan from you. As the kiss deepened, Noel pushed you against the wall of the lift, moving his hands to settle on your waist as yours moved up his body and rested on his shoulders.

He pulled back from you with a satisfied hum, smiling to himself as you tried to follow his lips. “That’s a tomorrow worry, love. Okay?”

[slytherinboysappreciation]

The End of a Movie - P. P. x fem!Reader x (very mild) M.R.

A/N: Here’s the second part. Hope it lives up to the first 😬 Fic is unedited with no use of Y/N. Please let me know if I missed any tags 💛

CW: Mentions of grounding; punishment mentions; pet names; pining; fluff; girls in love; emotional turmoil; Pansy has a big house; Pansy’s parents are rich; mentioned sexual content; emotional shutdown and mild breakdown over feelings; crying; Mattheo comes to help; snuggling; more crying; Pansy is a good friend; confessions; kissing; lots of kissing; talk of sharing; mentions of parents freaking out in the future; implied sexual content; I’m rating this one T for Read the tags and don’t read if they make you worried/uncomfortable/unsure

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You’re grounded for the weekend. No parties, no friends. No phone. No nothing. You’re stuck all by yourself, doing chores to occupy your time. By the end of it, you’re almost regretting the whole thing.

Pansy finds you by your locker at school. “Hey, babe.”

The petname sends a thrill through you, reminding you of the reason you’d risked your parents’ wrath in the first place.

She’d kissed you back.

“Hi, Pansy,” you say softly, trying to keep the shyness out of your voice.

She smiles at you. “You coming to my party this weekend?”

“Your party?”

“Mum’s letting me throw one in honor of my birthday. It’s a little belated, but I want you to come.” She nudges your hip with hers teasingly. “You don’t even have to bring a gift.”

You laugh a little. Give her an achingly soft look. “Yeah. I’ll be there.”

Her smile warms. You’re in such an open hallway and anyone could see, but she still reaches out and gives your hand a soft squeeze.

Your heart sings. She wasn’t ignoring you. She wasn’t pretending nothing happened. She was acknowledging you.

You give her hand a soft squeeze back before letting go.

Something catches your eye. It’s Mattheo, headed your way. Your stomach drops, but you force yourself to remain calm. He doesn’t look mad or upset, just mildly cheerful.

“Hey, babes.”

Babes? Since when were you included in this?

“Hi, Mattheo,” you greet politely.

“Hi, Matty.” Pansy smiles up at him.

Your stomach churns a bit. It doesn’t mean anything, right?

Mattheo drapes an arm around Pansy and grins at you. “You coming to the party this weekend?”

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Your chest hurts.

“You need a ride?”

You nod again and force out some words. “Yes, please.”

“Alright.” Mattheo nods. “I’ll text you about what time to pick you up.”

“Okay.” You’d forgotten Mattheo even had your number.

The three of you part ways, your feelings churning in your stomach. It doesn’t make any sense. Why would Pansy actively seek you out if she’s dating Mattheo again?

The only answers you can come up with make you feel gross, so you shove the thought to the back of your mind.

Pansy seeks you out again during lunch, pulling you to sit next to her. To chat about the party.

It feels nice. To be wanted by her again. And you’re determined to savor every moment of it.

The day of the party comes. You make yourself look nice. Your outfit is cute and you even put some makeup. You look good.

A little too good, judging by the way Mattheo stops and stares at you for a moment too long. He’s on your doorstep, keys in his hand. And he’s just staring at you.

“Not even a hello?” You say, trying to keep the mood light.

Mattheo snaps back to his normal self, giving you a sheepish grin. “Sorry. Hi. You look great.”

You smile and walk to his truck. He opens the door for you, helping you up into the spacious backseat. Theo’s in the passenger seat, too busy texting to look up. Not that you want to talk to him anyway.

You settle into your seat and stare out the window as Mattheo drives. He turns on country music, and you find yourself quietly humming along.

You arrive at Pansy’s party in no time. The loud music would get a noise complaint from anyone else, but you know the neighbors were gifted generously to ignore the sound for tonight.

To say Pansy’s house was big would be an understatement. Pansy’s house was massive. She lived in the nice part of town, with Mattheo and Theo and their friends.

You quickly familiarize yourself with the scene. Jocks in the living room, screaming at the TV about something; nerds in the kitchen, already getting wasted; preps…

You spot one heading upstairs and decide you know enough.

Mattheo and Theo join the jocks, and you go look for Pansy. You find her in the second living room, watching a cheap porno.

You say nothing, just watch her face for a moment before turning to leave. She doesn’t notice you. And you have no interest in interrupting her obvious fascination with what’s going on on-screen.

So you wander. You mingle. A drink finds its way into your hand and you sip on it.

The party gets wilder. You get quieter.

Why did you come? What was the point? To support Pansy? Sure, but you knew there was more.

To get another kiss? There were too many people around.

So what? Why does your chest feel so hollow and your stomach feel so empty?

Eventually you find yourself outside. You don’t know why. The buzz from your drink and your heavy thoughts make it hard to remember.

You sit on the edge of the porch and gaze out into the woods. The trees are dark. Both menacing and inviting at the same time.

You finish your drink and set the cup down. You curl your knees to your chest.

You ache.

Your thoughts get louder and heavier. Pansy doesn’t love you. Pansy’s never loved you. She only keeps you around because you make her feel good about herself. You’re worthless to her.

Your eyes mist up and you hide your face in your arms.

The sound of footsteps behind you has you looking up. Mattheo crouches next to you, looking worried. “Hey, love… What's going on?”

“I’m fine,” you whisper, shaking your head. You hate your traitorous voice for cracking and your eyes for threatening to spill tears.

“You’re not fine.” Mattheo rests a hand on your shoulder gently. “Did someone try something? If they did—“

You shake your head. “It’s just… my brain…”

Mattheo’s gaze softens. “Oh.”

The two of you are quiet for a moment. Then Mattheo stands up. “Come on.”

You blink and look up. “What?”

“We’re going for a drive.” He looks so determined, you can’t find it in you to say no. So you get up and follow him.

He leads you inside, making a detour towards the second living room. Your stomach drops.

Mattheo gestures to Pansy and she slowly gets up off the couch. She heads over, frowning. “What’s wrong?”

“Come on.” Mattheo takes her arm. “We’re going for a drive.”

Pansy seems mildly surprised, but she doesn’t protest.

As you walk towards the front door, Mattheo whispers to her. You politely don’t listen in, but you can’t help from catching a few snatches here and there. They’re talking about you.

Your heart sinks. Are they taking you home?

You arrive at Mattheo’s truck and decide that yes, they must be taking you home. What else would they be doing?

You quietly get into the backseat, already feeling like you want to cry. You’re fully prepared for Pansy to take shotgun, but instead she crawls into the backseat with you.

She scoots closer, wrapping her arms around you. You can’t help it; you burrow into her warmth. You hide your face in her shoulder and try your best not to cry.

Pansy just cradles you, wrapping her arms around your waist.

Mattheo starts to drive, turning his music way down low, till it’s barely audible. It gives you something to focus on other than the way Pansy’s skin smells. Lavender, with a touch of vanilla.

None of you say anything for a long time. Mattheo just drives. You cling to Pansy. Pansy rubs her hand along your back.

You calm down eventually. Tears stop threatening your eyes. You slowly pull back, sitting up and wiping stray droplets from your lashes.

“You okay?” Pansy whispers. You nod, not quite trusting your voice.

She cups your face, gently brushing your cheek with her thumb. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, baby?”

The pet name makes your heart ache. Tears threaten your eyes again. You think about all the things you could say in answer.

The truth slips out before you can stop it. “You.”

She blinks. Her gaze softens. She leans in, resting her forehead against yours. “Oh, baby…”

You want to cry. You want to sob. You want to melt into her.

But Mattheo is driving and you can’t lose yourself around him. It’s too risky.

Pansy’s so close, you can practically taste her lips against yours. But you don’t make the move.

The truck speeds up and you break away. You’re on the highway now, headed out of town. You blink. “Um. Where are we going?”

Pansy gives your hand a squeeze. “Mattheo knows a nice place out of town. It’s quiet there.”

There’s no people there. You know what she’s really saying. In any other circumstance, you’d be thrilled at what she’s implying.

But Mattheo’s still in the truck. He’s your driver. But he’s not saying anything. He’s not… Is he okay with this?

At your look of confusion, Pansy smiles softly. She cups your cheek again, turning your head to face her. “Baby, it’s okay. He knows.”

You swallow past the quiet panic in your chest. “Knows…?”

You need her to confirm it. You’ve lived so long in half-said words and implications. You don’t think you can continue. Not when it’s her.

“He knows.” She strokes your cheek. “About us.”

Us. There’s an us. She definitely said us.

You can barely breathe. She really means it? She’s really truly voicing what you have?

“Us…?” You whisper, voice shaky.

Pansy smiles. “Yeah. Us.”

You swallow. Blink. Take a long breath. “And what are… What is… What…”

“Whatever you want us to be.” She leans in and presses a kiss to your lips. One that’s achingly soft and warm. You melt into it.

When you pull back, there’s only one thought on your mind. “But… What about Mattheo?”

Pansy’s smile turns fond. And in an instant you understand. They love each other. Not teenage crush love. Something deeper. Bigger. More.

“Oh,” you whisper. “Then why…?”

Pansy presses a finger to your lips. “I like you,” she breathes. “A lot. And he’s okay with that. But if you want me, you have to take him too.”

You look at Mattheo. You’re quiet for a moment. “I don’t have to kiss him, right?”

They both laugh. Pansy shakes her head. “No, you don’t have to kiss him.”

“Okay.” You nod.

Pansy smiles. “Just like that?”

You shrug. “I’ve… I’ve been sharing you with him for most of my life. This shouldn’t be too different, right?”

“Most of…” Pansy blinks at you. Her gaze softens. “You’ve really liked me for most of your life?”

You nod, face heating. Did… she really not know?

Pansy searches your face. Her expression changes a couple times before settling on a smile. She cups your face, pulling you closer so she can kiss you.

It’s fervent. Feels like sparks taking over your body. You want to kiss her forever.

When you pull back to breathe, she murmurs against your mouth, “Guess we’ll have to make up for lost time, hmm?”

You kiss her this time.

It feels like hours before Mattheo parks, but eventually he does. You pull away from Pansy, mouth slick and tingling.

You’re on a hill, parked at just the right angle to see through a break in the trees. You look at the time. It’s almost four am. Your parents are going to freak out. You just know your phone’s filled with unanswered texts and missed calls.

But you don’t care.

Mattheo opens his door and gets into the backseat, settling on the other side of Pansy.

It’s a little sloppy. Messy. Uncoordinated. But you make it work.

Mattheo sucks hickeys into Pansy’s neck while you finally get to taste her lips as much as you want. They don’t taste much like cherry by the time you switch places with Mattheo.

You do this a couple times. Till the sky turns from black to blue to grey. Till your clothes are in a puddle and your bodies are sticky with warmth.

You kiss Mattheo once. Slowly. Softly. Just to see.

The kiss feels warm. You like warm. Warm is comforting. You could get used to warm.

You want sparks right now, though, so you return to kissing Pansy.

The three of you fall asleep to the sunrise. Snuggled in the backseat of Mattheo’s truck.

And for the first time in a very long time, you know you won’t have to wake up wondering if Pansy likes you.

[junieec]

in your eyes

neteyam x metkayina reader. maybe a series.

warnings: angst, heavy topics and such.

hi everyone i am writing for avatar because there is not enough fanfics out there. this is my first ever fic so plz be nice!!

neteyam and reader are 18.

do NOT share my work without credit.

have fun!

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your mother spent her life alone and isolated due to the tragedy of your fathers death and soon after she had disappeared to go search for him. she was always hard on you to take care of your youngest sister but thankfully your aunt and uncle had raised you two when your mother left. after your fathers death she had changed completely. she was so determined to find him and bring him home that she lost everything in the process.

your father had been lost in a freak accident outside of the reef. you remembered very little of your father. small remnants of his face, scent, and traits lingered through your mind from time to time. whenever an elder sees you they always say you look like your father or that you had definitely gotten his eyes.

you stared at the necklace hung on the wall. the one he would always wear. the head piece on your shelf woven perfectly elicited a small smile on your face. your father had made you it when you were young. your hand traced over the small shiny blue pearls on it as you smiled a bit harder. he had collected them all himself and hoped you would some day wear it when you needed his memory the most.

your thoughts were interrupted by the loud sound of tonowari’s horn.

“ixtal lets go” you called after your five year old sister.

you furrowed your eyebrows and made your way outside to find your cousin tsireya and her family circled around a family of forest people. you had only ever heard stories of them and their wise, great leader.

“y/n come!” laughed rotxo.

you made your way to tsireya who was starry eyed at one of the family’s boys. you stood beside her and your sister followed behind you. she stood quietly behind your leg.

“you okay xal?” you turned and looked down at her and she nodded while smiling.

“please, let us stay here” an older man pleaded. you looked up to see your uncles face stern yet lenient.

“alright jake sully you will stay, the kids will teach the young ones our ways. you must be useful if you would like to live here.” he put an arm out and looked over at you and your cousins.

soon after they had left to get settled and later that night we had welcomed them with a traditional celebration. the brightly lit water glowed before the moon. everyone had arrived to welcome the guests. ixtal followed you around and you stuck with tsireya who engaged in conversation with the youngest son lo’ak. he introduced himself and you smiled politely until you looked over at one of the boys standing with a little girl. he pointed to ixtal and waved. he looked up and his eyebrows raised slightly. the little girl ran past him and made her way to ixtal. both of them began talking and watching them made you giggle.

“my names ixtal! ill show you my cool bracelets!” yelled ixtal as she put her arms out to show off all the bracelets she had created.

there was an awkward silence between you and the boy. you watched the two leave and then the two of you turned to each other and made eye contact. his smile was so contagious.

“i can tell that they will be great friends” he said and smiled a little. you stared into his eyes a bit too long to form a response.

“yeah im sure they will be. i am y/n, my cousins and i are meant to show you around” you began walking and gestured for him to follow. he nodded and and walked closely beside you.

“neteyam, and yes, something like that” he looked around. he looked tired and somewhat disinterested. like his mind was preoccupied.

“i take it you are not the most thrilled to be here?” you asked. he laughed at your observation.

“i just miss my home. i miss my life” he sighed.

“perhaps you can find a home here neteyam” you flashed a considerate smile and continued walking.

“yeah i hope so” he responded.

you sat down and dipped your feet into the water. the luminescent fish gathered and swarmed around your legs.

“come sit” you looked up at him.

he sat down slowly and looked over at you. you both sat and watched the fish dance around your legs. you took in a deep breath and felt the pressure around you lessen. neteyam looked over and studied your features.

“is there something on my face” you touched your face in a worried manner.

“yeah, right there” he pointed at your face and laughed. your face fell instantly and you turned away humiliated. fuck fuck fuck.

“hey i am just teasing theres nothing there skxawng” you turned to look at him as he continued to giggle. your mouth open staring him down.

“forest boy has jokes hm?” you questioned.

you both spent the night talking and sharing interests with each other. a few more jokes were made and many laughs were shared.

—

days had passed and lessons with neteyam were progressively getting better. he was learning fast and it surprised you. there was just one thing he struggled with but you were sure you could fix it.

“breathe from here neteyam” you placed your hands on his lower abdomen and chest.

“just focus on my voice, know that you’re here now and the ocean is within you” you spoke softly. you felt his heart beat quicken and you grew frustrated. he looked down at you and looked up again quickly.

“you’re not doing it right. focus!” you exclaimed.

“i am trying my best!” he retorted.

“we’ve been working on this for days neteyam. you are like a baby! no, you are worse than a baby!” you were annoyed.

“oh yeah? you slow down your heart beat” he swatted your hands off him and placed his hands on to your chest and lower abdomen. holy shit. you looked into his eyes and he smirked while feeling your heartbeat race.

“that doesn’t mean anything” you got up and called for your ilu to swim away.

“yeah alright i believe you” he replied. god he was so snarky.

you both got onto your ilus and swam home. you were greeted by rotxo, aonoung, and lo’ak fighting. neteyam slid past you and called out for lo’ak. he couldn’t just stand and watch his brother get beat up. he scratched his head and joined in. you stood next to kiri and laughed while playfully holding her arm.

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you were summoned by tonowari followed by rotxo, lo’ak, neteyam and aonoung. shit.

“y/n! i expect better from you. you are the oldest and you watch over your cousins. what were you thinking?” you looked down and felt everyones stare burn into you.

“it was my fault sir i should’ve also done something but i joined them” neteyam interjected.

“no you will not take the blame for this knucklehead anymore!” jake sully yelled. he grabbed lo’ak by the arm and stood him up.

“apologize boy!” he was stern and scary. you observed keeping your gaze low.

“im sorry sir i will apologize to anoung and rotxo for hitting them. soo many times.” he looked down and walked away to find tsireya waiting for him.

“your father would be disappointed by this behavior y/n. he was wise beyond his years at this age” the words pierced through your skin.

neteyam watched as you looked down taking the hit. neytiri and jake began apologizing and talking to tonowari to ease the pressure off of you. you quickly composed yourself and walked out. he was right but the constant comparison to your father killed you.

neteyam followed behind you quietly not saying a word. he had no idea what to even say. where was your father? he hadn’t even met the man. you walked to the dock and called your ilu. swimming away from everyone you made your way to your favorite place. it was a cave outside the reef. millions of little glowing plants lit it up like stars in the night sky. you spent a lot of time there to collect yourself. you swam up into the cave and sat down watching the plants change colors. you heard splashing and grabbed your knife.

suddenly you saw neteyam climb out of the water and on to the rock of the cave.

“what are you doing here?!” you questioned.

“making sure you are okay” he breathed heavily and coughed a little. after a few seconds he calmed down and looked around. he was mesmerized. you smiled as you watched him look around and take in the beauty of the cave.

“this place is amazing” he said. he sat down next to you continuously looking around.

“i know” you said softly.

“you seemed upset. like you were going to cry?” he asked wearily. he looked over at you and moved your hair out of your face with a gentle touch.

“im okay” you looked over and gave him a small smile.

“who is your father? i never see him around, only heard of him today” your expression changed and you looked at him nervously.

“my fathers gone and my mother, she has disappeared looking for him” your eyes trailed awkwardly.

“im sorry. i know what it is like, the pressure of being the best” he touched your hand gently and rubbed his fingers on your knuckles. his touch was comforting and sweet. you watched him think and it was cute.

“you are so much more than what others say of you. take it from me, forest boy with demon blood” he chuckled awkwardly.

you dont know what overtook you but you felt so safe in that moment. you knew he understood you, and you understood him.

“i see you nete” your eyes bore into him. a small smile formed on his face and he could’ve sworn eywa had blessed him with you. in that second he knew you were it for him.

“i see you. ill always see you” he spoke softly.

a smile creeped on your face and thats when you looked into each others eyes and you couldn’t help but notice every little feature of his face. the red beads in his hair. the way his freckles lit up his face. you cherished him. in that moment you were his and he was yours. nothing could change that.

“is there something on my face” he asked mockingly breaking a little bit of the tension. you both laughed and he playfully tickled you and before you knew it you were on top of him.

“got you” you said while holding him down. he picked himself up leaving you to straddle his waist.

you didnt wanna hold back anymore.

you held his face with your hand and looked into his eyes. your face almost inches away from one another. the tension was unbearable. he looked at you so nervously but as if he was yearning for your touch.

“what are you doing?” he asked softly. he knew what you were doing.

his voice was shaky and so was your breathing. you closed the gap between you both and you had never felt this before. your hands moved for themselves. craving his touch. he kissed you so gently. trailing over your face and neck. your hands in his hair while his hands explored every inch of you. he made his way down to your body slowly, savoring every last kiss down your neck.

“y/n!” rotxo exclaimed. you and neteyam quickly disentangled. FUCK.

“oh my eywa! i am telling tonowari!” he yelled before swimming away. you held your head in your hands and screamed. you shouldn’t have indulged in this wasnt wise this was stupid. you were stupid. neteyam stared blankingly.

“y/n calm down” he grabbed your arms. you struggled out of his grasp.

“no no no, i am better than this they expect better from me” you began to cry and feel embarrassed by what rotxo had seen.

“y/n please” he held your face in his hands and looked into your eyes.

“we will be okay, we have to work this out together, see it through” he said reassuringly. you nodded and called your ilu.

you swam back to the village to find anoung dragging you away from neteyam. rotxo grabbing him but neteyam swatted him away and walked closely behind you. inside was jake, neytiri, tonowari and ronal. you both stood in front of them.

tonwari looked upset. he would be fuming with smoke coming out of his ears if possible. you raised your head to speak but were cut off quickly.

“YOU WILL NOT SPEAK YOU WILL LISTEN!” he screamed. you flinched a little.

you lowered your head and studied the ground.

“please sir-“ neteyam started but was silenced by jake.

“not a word from you boy” he was stern, sharing tonowaris anger.

“have you lost your mind y/n! i trust you with my children and all this time you have been this way! immature, bringing shame to our family. my brother deserved better! you are lucky we have provided for you!” he yelled. his words were knives. you nodded and tears slid down your face. ronal held tonowari back from saying anything more.

“sir y/n deserves better! she deserves to be loved as we all do!” neteyam exclaimed. jake and neytiri grabbed his arm to shush him.

“no. this is wrong. she is a strong woman, she takes care of others before herself. why dont you see her? she is worth much more than your words” neteyam continued his breathing growing heavy.

“she is not evil for seeking the love she deserves. the love i can give her” he says looking over to you.

“thats enough neteyam!” jake drags him away by his arm and you are left to face tonowaris wrath.

“is it true? have you mated?” he asks sternly.

“yes it is true, i see neteyam. he is the one uncle. we have not mated before eywa” you look down.

“i knew this day would come. i realize i have been hard on you. my brother was dear to me and i have pushed you too hard” he pulled you in for a hug and held your head.

“you are growing to be a wonderful woman y/n. your father would be very proud of you and what you have with neteyam” he smiled softly.

“i am proud” he said. you cried in his arms. tears of joy and pain all coming down your face.

“go now, pray to eywa that jake sully spares your neteyam” he chuckles.

you run to the sullys tent and make your way inside to see kiri. tuk is asleep next to her.

“kiri where is neteyam?” you ask quietly.

she gestures to the other room. you walk into the room quietly to see neteyam with his head in his hands. the room is a mess. things are scattered everywhere.

“nete” you say softly and his head turns to look at you. he gets up and embraces you with a hug. he scans your face and buries his face in your neck.

“im sorry, im sorry” he repeats. you grab his face gently and touch his hair.

“its okay neteyam” you smile a little and continue to run your thumb over his cheek. your foreheads touch and you take in the moment.

“we can be together. tonowari gave his blessing” you smiled harder. his eyes lit up and he picked you up a little to spin you around. you giggled as he put you down.

“your parents though..” you questioned.

“they love you y/n. they were just upset i risked our place here. they’ll see you as i do. you’re my woman” he got excited at the last part and stared into your eyes. he had found a home in them. with you he would build something new. he was dreaming of all of the possibilities.

new love, new dreams.

[maarriiii]

Simp (Part 5) | Wilbur Soot

A/N: I don’t know what to put here so hope you guys enjoy this part.

Summary: The internet goes crazy over rumors about you and Wilbur.

Pairing(s): CC!Wilbur Soot x gender neutral!reader, CC!Wilbur Soot x actor!reader.

Warning(s): None.

italics for tweets, bold for article.

my masterlist :))

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It didn't take long before fans started noticing. You rarely interacted online except with the people you know and the occasional fans here and there. So, when they noticed the interaction with Tommy and Wilbur, their reaction was to talk about it and chimed in. A few hundreds turned into a few thousands once screenshots of yours and Wilbur tweets crossed to the other social media platform. Both of your fans beginning to freak out and expressed their opinions.

Some were happy.

OH MY GOD Y/N AND WILBUR???

my comfort streamer and favorite actor? yes please

Some were perplexed.

ngl this is an odd pairing yall

huh who would’ve thought

Some were hateful.

bruhhh he’s a white guy playing minecraft for a living

y/n is a shit actor wilbur

This was still manageable for you. It was only discourse amongst the people that chose to care. It was contained in its own little bubble. No articles, no intrusive questions about your personal life when they were suppose to ask work-related questions, no paparazzi waiting by your house or a place that you frequent to, trying to capture photos of your reactions or videos of you slipping up. No one had bothered you. Though, they will eventually.

Eventually was sooner than you thought. Usually it’ll take a few days before the media starts speculating and theorizing, but this time the vultures—that’s what you and Sam called the media and the paparazzis—worked particularly fast cause the moment one of them got ahold of this “hot news”, others did too and that’s when the last bit of privacy you have left will be trespassed for the sake of click–worthy headlines.

It started out small. A post from an Instagram account focusing on celebrities gossip and tea, screenshots of your tweets and Wilbur’s alongside a few commenters occupied the slides. Then, a buzzfeed article with a photo of yourself from a red carpet event a couple of years ago.

y/n l/n came back from social media hiatus and fans think they’re shooting their shot with this Minecraft YouTuber.

In the next couple of hours, after you said goodbye to the cast and crew and left the set, the rumors grew in numbers. Multiple news outlets coming up with their own distinct headlines, making up fake sources claiming to be close to you and saying you were looking for love—that’s true but you never said it out loud to anyone. You haven’t even left the city yet and already you were overwhelmed with it all. Not too mention the emails you’ll be receiving from your publicist.

“So much for peace and quiet.”

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On the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, Wilbur stood tall between two teenage girls, smiling with his hands behind his back as the girls’ mother took pictures of the trio. He was on his way home after a practice session with the band when they called him and asked for a picture. He agreed, of course because he was glad to meet some his viewers and partly because they were really polite and not at all weird like some encounters he had in the past.

When the mother and daughters said their thanks and left, Wilbur’s phone buzzed inside his pocket. He fished it out, continuing his path home and frowned when the name of his agent was on the screen. It must’ve been an important for him to call out of nowhere. That, or he probably sent another Roblox gift card to his business email by mistake again—God, he still hasn’t forgotten that.

Wilbur pressed the answer button and lift the phone to his ear. “Hello.”

“Hey, Wil. Are you busy right now?”

“Just on my home actually. Something’s wrong?”

It was silence for a couple of seconds. “Nothing’s wrong, per se.”

Wilbur frowned. “I’m feeling a ‘but’ coming. What is it?”

“I’m just going to cut to the point here, Wil. I’ve gotten an unreasonably amount of emails from various news site wanting to talk to you about y/n l/n.”

“What?!” Wilbur yelled, pausing in his tracks.

“Apparently the Internet thinks that they’re interested in you, romantically. And you know how it is with celebrities, the media are always trying to find out about their private life and whatnot.”

“W–wait, wait, hold on.“ He paused, trying to wrap his head around it all. “They think I’m—”

He couldn’t finish even his sentence cause of how outlandish the situation was. Him, and you, together, romantically. It was mental.

“It appears so.”

“Holy fuck.”

[cielles-random-vault]

vamp ghost brainrot do you see my vision

DO YOU SEE MY VISION?!?!?!?!?!

ok this is v random but apparently im on a creative spree so lets enjoy it while it lastssss

context: the idea came from when i noticed ghost had lil fangs on his mask and and and

reader is tf141's medic/nurse idk how you call it but you get it also shoutout to @unabashedcroissanttreefan (PHEROMONE IS BACKK) and @cluelylikesporn mwah

also reader is not white AND a vampire. boom. not black either but i like the concept of poc/mixed vampires (and poc vampires would look so cool) (i am mixed and id look so cool as an autistic soon-to-be-adult teen vampire and you cant tell me otherwise.)

wc: 1049

also trigger warning dislocation and blood (duh there's vampirism in this fic what did you expect /lh)

also maybe ooc ghost idrk

pt 2 in the making!

"okay, lets see... who do we have next.." you said as your checked your medical files. "lieutenant riley?" (you raise an eyebrow) "strange. he never came before" you thought out loud, but you shrugged it off. "you can come in!"

"hello, y/n" ghost greeted you politely as he sat in front of you. "i hope my team hasn't been of too much trouble"

"don't worry about them!" you smile softly, "lets talk about you, for once! what brings you there? you usually never come to check ups, which i have to say isnt very professional!!" you scold him lightly, "but im glad you seem safe and well!"

ghost chuckled softly before replying: " i came here because i have been suffering from awful migraines, and i have no idea where they can possibly come from, and so i wanted to ask you if you could check? and maybe give me a stronger dose of painkillers so that i won't need to bother you every week? also, i noticed i have been having more trouble falling asleep, it's as if i found myself more... active in the nighttime, i would say?"

"mhm.. this sure is strange, but dont worry!" you reply with an assured smile. "do you have some spare time so i can do your checkup now, or do you wish to book another appointment?"

"i would like to do it now, if you don't mind"

"okay, no problem!" you smile as you put on a surgery mask, "lay down on this chair and lift up your mask just above your mouth, please! ill start off with examinating your teeth."

ghost did as you asked him to, and you started your inspection; what you saw surely was weird.

"this is strange..." you muttered to yourself, "can you please bite into this?" you asked him as you handed him a plaster mold. "it looks like your fangs... have overgrown."

"what??" ghost asked, confused. "with all due respect, you must be kidding me."

"im not" you reply, showing him the mold he bit in. "see? its like, the bite mark is... sharper than a usual one would be"

"and... do you happen to have a reason to that?" ghost starts to panic, "or even a remedy?"

"i think... i might have an idea, but don't freak out, okay?" (he nods unsurely) "you might want to sit down for this one. okay so... there have been rumors - and i insist on the word 'rumor' - of a disease that turns people into vampires, and-"

"are you telling me i'm one of those freaks?!?" ghost hurried, panicked.

"that's... insensitive to us.." you mutter to yourself, "but nevermind. no, there is no cure, you just learn to live with it.

"thats..." he thought out loud, "wait did you say us? are you a vampire too?"

"duh, just because im not white doesn't mean i cant be a vampire thats- very cliché." you reply, slightly offended. "but yes, i am."

"but- how do you even sleep at night? how do you even feed yourself ? and-" ghost's mind raced with questions.

"let me guess, you're assuming all vampires drink blood to survive, aren't you?" (he nods, slightly ashamed, but you smiled, amused at his panic) "don't worry, we aren't all like that. i'd be delighted to teach you there are a whole lot of different types of vampires! for example, i am an empathic one! which means i tend to be more well... empathic."

"and how does one know what type of vampire one is?" ghost asked, seeming childhishly interested to the point it almost looked endearing.

"thats exactly what im coming to!" you reply with a soft smile, before coming back a few moments later with a little pouch of blood. "what does this make you feel?"

"this looks delicious" he replies as his eyes lit up, "can i have a taste?"

"well then," you chuckled, "it's all settled! you're a blood drinker vampire!"

"oh." the worries then came back in his voice, "does that mean i have to..." (he gulps) "kill people to drink their blood?"

"well, technically speaking, if we were in a typical eldritch story, you would have to. but, hopefully for the writer we're not, and its a good thing im a medic, so i have plenty of those little pouches!"

ghost sighed in relief, but then panic peaked again.

"do you think we should tell others? like, price and soap?" ghost asked worried.

"no. not for now, at least." you thought for a moment, and added: "but, one thing is sure, if we dont want anybody to find out you have to do whatever it takes to not get deployed,or else... "

"we're fucked, balls deep." ghost completed your sentence. "but how? price won't allow me to stay at the base unless i get injured."

"that's exactly my point!" you say as your eyes glimmer mischievously, "but im not sure you will like the idea.."

"whatever it takes for people not to notice.." he sighs.

"good!" you reply with a smile, "please lay down on this chair,just so youre warned its gonna be a little... painful."

"what the fuck- you sprained my fucking ankle???" ghost hurried, grumbling in pain.

"what?? you wanted a reason to not get deployed, didnt you? you should thank me" you chuckled as you noticed him wincing in pain. "anyway, its time for price's meeting, take those to help you walk, and you let me do the talking to price, okay?"

ghost nodded as you both headed to the briefing room, one of his arm around your shoulder to help him walk, where price and the rest of the task force were already waiting for you.

"sorry we're late, captain!" you hurried as you and ghost entered the room.

"its fine" price replied, raising an eyebrow, "what happened to you, Lieutenant?"

"we were practicing close fighting and he accidentally sprained his ankle, sir" you reply with an assured smile.

"is that so?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "then why didnt i see both your names in the record?"

"because we forgot, and there was nobody on the wait list, sir" you reply. "but i promise it wont happen again."

"good" price sighed, "then i suppose i have no choice but to make gaz replace you, ghost."

is all for part one i feel like its already too long help

hope you enjoyed, if you dont reblog ill snatch your toenails

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Can you do Vincent Sinclair with a bass guitarist s/o?

Lucky Man: Vincent Sinclair x bassist!reader

Warnings: reader wears black eyeliner and lipstick as clown makeup (makeup is gender neutral but still), reader also smokes

A/N: okay I know it says s/o but I kinda wanted to do a little fic where they first met. So uh, yeah :3

Masterlist

The bar is hot, music is loud, and people are already head banging when Vincent and Bo walk in. Vincent and Bo stopped going to these in their late 20’s. Why they were there tonight, only God knew.

Vincent felt himself though as soon as he followed Bo to the bar and the two sat down a little distance away to watch one of the 7 bands play tonight.

They watch as college kids thrash about the mosh pit, often times punching the shit out of each other and kicking.

That was honestly why he stopped going. Vincent felt too old to do all of that and the music definitely fucked up his ear drums. Bo stopped a year or two after him, getting a few kills in before that. Bo still listened to all of the music but Vincent changed to classical, felt easier on his mind and helped him focus. He’s sure the same could’ve been said about Bo’s music taste.

The band cleans up, 80’s music plays during the break as another band sets up. His eye is set on the most attractive bassist in the world, they wear platform boots and chunky jewelry, skinny jeans and a tank top that showed off every part of their torso.

Your makeup was just as sexy, it ran down your face like you’d been crying while the lipstick looked like clown lips.

You set yourself up and waited idly to start playing, swinging your bass around as you swayed.

You move your pick to the bass and start playing. The lead singer of your band screaming into the mic, Vincent wasn’t even paying attention to the words, only you. You head bang roughly and Vincent nodded along at a less aggressive pace.

Five songs later and your band was cleaning up. He watched as you made your way off of the stage, packing up your bass and heading out the back door, he quickly follows you, lucky that Bo isn’t bitching at him to stay where he is.

You’re leaning against the wall when he gets out there, a cigarette in hand and your bass gone.

He walks up to you wearily and you can’t help but smile. He looks over you, waving politely.

You introduce yourself and hold out your hand, he doesn’t hesitate to take it.

“Vincent.”

His voice sounds like it’s been grated by sandpaper one too many times, you don’t mind it a bit.

“I gotta ask, cause I hate talking to dudes younger than me. How old are you?” You put the cigarette back up to your lip and take a drag, moving your lips as to not blow smoke into his face.

“32.” He replies, you click your tongue and smile.

“Thank god, sick of younger people comin’ up to me and tryin’ to chat like I’m fuckin’ them. I can tell from your vibes you seem like a nice guy Vince.” You slide down the wall and sit with your boots making your feet fall to the side. He sits on the concrete too, just across from you. “I don’t do none of that fuckin’ shit. Most I’ll do is a high five. I promise you that.”

Your tone sounds exhausted, sick of life, but at the same time not so much. You wipe your face, sweaty is disgusting the clown makeup smears.

“I like your mask, you just wear that for fun? Or do you have some sick scar you’re hidin’?”

Vincent shifts in his spot. “Scar.”

You smirk. “Hot.”

The long haired man tilts his head at you. You shrug and laugh a little. “Scars are cool, they’re sexy and hot. I ain’t ever met a man tryin’ to hide that shit. I hope you weren’t shamed into hidin’ it. If you were you should just take it off here or whatever since we welcome freaks and shit.”

Something comes over Vincent and he takes the mask off, your smile grows bigger and you light another cigarette. “See? Sexy as hell, and you don’t have an eye? You’re badass. I’ll tell you that. You’ve barely even talked in the last… 10 minutes we’ve been in each other’s presence, yet to me you’re the coolest bitch out there.”

Vincent smiles and lets out a laugh, it’s too good to be true. You’re too good to be true.

You two spend the next two hours chatting, he talks about his art, going to these shows when he was younger, and Bo and Lester. You talk about how long you’ve been in your band, all of the shows you’ve done, you sneaking into shows when you were younger, that you live close by,and the little hobbies you do on the side. It’s 12 AM by the time Bo finds you and Vincent behind the bar.

Vincent had his mask still off and a cigarette in his mouth. The shocked look on Bo’s face made Vincent almost put his mask back on, both of you were quick to stop him.

“Shit man, took me over a year to finally get you to stop wearin’ that shit around the house and them how fucking long?” He gestures to the mask and then you. “You gotta be a real lucky son of a bitch.” Bo smirks. Vincent blows smoke from his mouth and gets up grabbing his mask. He helps you up with his other hand.

“Guess I am.” You laugh. You feel around for the unused napkin in your pocket. “Either of you have a pen or pencil?” You raise a brow. Bo’s honestly never seen Vincent react so fast, feeling around he pulls out an art pencil, you write down your number on the napkin against the wall then hand it to the longer haired twin. “I’ll be gone for the next two weeks, but text me and call me. When I get back we’re hanging out okay?” You explain. Vincent nods. You kiss his cheek. And wave at the two of them as you head out to your car.

“Ho Lee Shit! Look at you Vincent! You got a date in two weeks! Haha look at you! Look at you!” Bo was practically jumping up and down, so unlike him but it felt good. Vincent blushes and scoffs.

“Shut up.”

Bo wraps an arm around his twin and the two head through the bar and two Bi’s truck to head back home.

Now all Vincent had to do was get a phone and figure out how it worked.

[beautifulfuckup99]

**Just a thought: #1**

Might make this a regular thing on my page. Little scenarios that pass through my mind, and unless said other ways, these are gonna be really basic so ya’ll can imagine any of the members in this. Ok? So, for this one, Y/N is at the Yoongi concert and yes, this is based off of Yoongi’s final show last night.

Hope you enjoy!

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Tonight had been so freeing. You were finally able to see one of your boys live in concert, and you felt so at home. You were surrounded by other ARMY members, and everyone was screaming the lyrics and you couldn’t help but fall into the energy of tonight and do it as well. 

You’ve been dancing and singing the night away for almost the entire night. At a certain point, Yoongi makes an announcement that he’s not alone tonight and that his ‘brother’ had shown up to support. Everyone starts screaming and you look at the jumbo screen to see (Insert your bias here) on the screen, waving and laughing at the fans’ reactions.

You scream too in excitement before you see some fans turning to face you, freaking out. You’re confused till you turn your head and see him standing in the row behind yours. Your eyes widen. 

Had he been there all night?!

You instantly feel embarrassed for your off-key singing and bad dance moves. You duck down fast so fans can take pictures and videos of him without you in the way, blocking him. He laughs a bit more at your reaction.

“The floor is dirty. Don’t do that...” He says and offers you his hand to help you back up to your feet. Your eyes widen a bit, and for a moment, you wonder if you’re dreaming. Maybe in reality, you had passed out from the shock and embarrassment of it all and this was some fantasy.

But when you slowly grab his hand, it’s warm and... real. So very real. “T-Thank you.” You smile nervously and give a quick bow out of respect. There’s so much you want to say in this one little moment. So much you want to tell him, but he’s not here for you. And His security guard, who’s off to the side too, is eyeing you. One wrong move and you’re done for. So, you slowly turn back around as some fans grab you and gush over him touching you.

“Hey! Ok, ok. Look at me. My show.” Yoongi complains playfully into the mic and the crowd laughs. “We’re gonna... Slow things down right now.” He nods and grabs the mic before walking over to the piano.

You watch as fans pull out their ARMY bombs to wave in the air, and you sigh deeply. Those things are too freaking expensive for you, so you pull out your phone to use the flashlight setting when you feel a pat on your shoulder. You turn your head and come face to face with him again. Your bias...

“I can share.” He chuckles softly and hands you his ARMY bomb and you almost don’t want to even consider grabbing it. 

“That... That’s ok. I-” He cuts you off.

“Don’t make me beg.” He laughs softly. “Take it.” He smiles at you and your heart flutters before you slowly and sheepishly grab it from him.

“Thank you.” You say fast and bow your head quickly again.

“Just... One thing.” He says before you can turn back around fully. You turn to face him fast.

“Yeah?” You ask, voice softer than you expected due to the literal awestruck feeling drowning you now.

“Keeping singing and dancing. It’s cute.” He says bashfully and your eyes widen a bit, and for a second, you don’t believe your own ears, but you nod fast as his security tells him he needs to go backstage to get ready for his appearance. He nods to his head of security, but turns back to you as they begin escorting him out of his row. 

“Uh... What’s your name?” He asks.

You hesitate for only a second before blurting it out. “Y/N Y/L/N.” You say fast, eyes still slightly wide at this encounter.

“I’m (Insert Bias Name Here).” He says politely and you wanna snort at the obvious fact stated. 

‘No shit...’ You think, but don’t dare say that out loud. “Nice to meet you...” You giggle instead and he holds out his hand. You’re quick to shake it, not wanting to come off as too awkward.

“Nice to meet you too. Y/N.” He nods with a friendly smile before he gets led away, leaving you standing there astonished.

Did that just happen?!

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

Lapis Love [Ch. 3]

Nobility AU; Fantasy AU

TW: Language

CW: Arranged/Political Marriage

Genre: Romantic Comedy, Fantasy

Pairing: Mercenary!Liu Yangyang x Noblity!Reader

Y/N Pronouns: Female (She/Her)

Summary: When hit with the sudden news that you’d be married you freaked out and with the help of your brother you ran away to avoid becoming embroiled in a political war. However, your betrothed was just as freaked out as you were and sent a mercenary after you. When you’re two paths cross unknowingly, suddenly your month journey to refuge becomes that much more interesting.

(3/?) [First] | [Previous] | [Next]

[NCT Masterlist] | [Other Groups Masterlist] | [Lapis Love Masterlist]

Word Count: 4.2K

Notes: I have decided that the queue function on this damn site doesn't want to work for me anymore so :D It's fine AHAHA I hope you enjoy <3 As you can see, I'm in my fantasy writing phase lol

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

You were definitely strange. That’s what Yangyang’s initial thought of you was. Especially now. As soon as you’d walked into the tavern you were very near a loss for words. He didn’t know what was more probable, the fact that you’d never been into a tavern or the fact that you were just afraid of large gatherings. He could read it entirely from the shock on your face, you weren’t used to places like this. Where the hell did you come from, then? He had his suspicions when you’d helped out that street urchin earlier but he thought himself well acquainted with the noble families in Eotias, and he’d never seen or heard of anyone who looked remotely like you before. Then again, despite being a man, you oddly matched the description he was given on the small parchment. How frustrating. All he had to work with was a tiny piece of paper and the knowledge that the Winter Noble used ice magic. Of course, aside from physical characteristics, he was certain that you weren’t the Noble he was looking for. Any person could match these features, hell, he just saw another person walk by who matched them. Then, a loud guffaw echoed across the tavern, and while his head whipped over to where it came from, he just barely noticed that every muscle in your body tensed up.

You weren’t used to this. Just who was this companion he picked up?

“Are you good?” Yangyang asks.

“Just fine, thank you,” you replied. Then there’s that. Your vocabulary was too refined to just be the average traveler.

To say the least, his curiosity was getting the better of him. If there was one thing that would definitely bite him in the ass one day, it was his insatiable need to get to the bottom of things.

He only spoke to you because of the curious bracelet on your wrist. The simple ringlet of silver with the obvious Lapis Lazuli in the middle of it. The one thing he needed. Could it be? Were you running from the Winter Noble? Maybe through some stroke of luck, you’d be able to help each other out, or maybe he’d be able to buy the bracelet off of you. It was secured tightly onto your wrist, trust, he tried to steal it much earlier. Whatever the reason for it was, you were clearly very protective of it.

“I’ll rent a room for us then,” you stepped past him and he followed you regardless. If his theory was right then you’d have no clue how to do this.

“Hello, sirs, two rooms tonight?” The tavern hostess asks.

“Ye—”

“One room, two beds,” Yangyang cuts in. Yup, looks like you didn’t know how to budget either. Yangyang sighed, what point was there to having someone fund the trip if they didn’t know how to spend wisely? He ignored the pointed glare you gave him and paid attention to the hostess instead.

“Alrighty, boys, that’ll be two gold pieces for one night,” she says. Yangyang leans on the counter.

“Come on, gorgeous, give us a discount?” Yangyang winks. The hostess’ smile falters and, in an instant, Yangyang finds himself on the floor after being harshly shoved over by… wait, who pushed him over? He sits up quickly just in time for you to retract your hand.

“I’m sorry about him, here you are,” you handed the two gold pieces and Yangyang rolls his eyes. “I wasn’t aware how shameless by companion is,” you sighed.

“Hey! I was trying to save some money!” Yangyang argues while pushing himself up.

“There are much more noble ways to do it, I thought you’d know considering you were a knight in training, am I correct?” You fired back. Shit, he completely forgot about that little white lie. “Chivalry is truly dead,” you shook your head and turned to the hostess, who seemed to have stars in her eyes now.

“I… er… your room is… down the hall, to the left, fifth room,” she stammers. You offered her a grin and the woman very nearly fawned over you, eliciting a groan from Yangyang.

“Thank you, miss, have a good night,” you reached out to take the keys from her, and she made it a point to grab your hand first to place them gently into your palm. You walked past Yangyang and he stumbled to catch up.

“Kevin, my man, you can’t just leave a lovely lady like that alone!”

“Yangyang, you animal, leave the poor girl alone,” you unlocked the door and walked in first, the door swinging shut behind you, but Yangyang quickly walked in.

“Couldn’t you tell? She’s head over heels for you! Use it! Get discounts!”

“You’re shameless, Liu,” you shook your head, dropping your knapsack on the bed by the window. “If this partnership is going to work out proper, I suggest you brush up on your basic manners.”

“No can do, Kev, I’m a free spirit through and through,” Yangyang collapses on his bed.

“Being free does not equate to being an ass,” you shot back. Yangyang sits up.

“You’re an asshole.”

“So be it.”

“Where are you from, anyway? No one I know around here talks like you do,” he frowns. You stared at him.

“F-Fairham,” you finally answered. Yangyang rose an eyebrow as he leaned forward toward you.

“Bullshit.”

“It is not!”

“You hesitated.”

“And what of it?!”

“You’re not really from Fairham, are you?!”

“And how would you know the truth?!”

“Trust me, bub, I know Fairham when I see it,” he continues.

“I swear to you! I’m from Fairham through and through!” You continues to defend. Yangyang leaned back on his palms now.

“Okay, fine, I’ll take the bait,” he shrugs. Fairham. You weren’t from Fairham, there was no way. He was from Fairham. Born and raised. But then why would you hide where you’re actually from? Unless he was right in that you really were running away from something. You had a sense of skepticism in your eyes, Yangyang recognized it well enough from being friends with Renjun for so long, and it had only furthered his suspicions.

Especially when he stared at the sword that now lay on the bed next to you. You asked him for sword lessons, and yet you had what must be an expensive blade in your hands. The contradictions surrounding you just continued to pile, and Yangyang knew a liar when he saw one.

“So… where’d the sword come from, then?” He asks. He couldn’t deny it, that sword was just so damn familiar. You looked over to him, hands suddenly clutching onto the sheath.

“Why the inquiry?”

“Just curious.”

“My older brother,” you answered. “He couldn’t join me on this journey, so he left me his sword instead,” you explained.

“Oh… do you mind?” He asks, reaching for the sword already, but you pulled it away from his grasp before he could hear an answer.

“I do mind, actually, thank you very much. We just met, Liu, and I’m not so inclined to trust you with something that is dear to me,” you rambled off. Yangyang stood up and crossed his arms, lips pressing in a tight line.

“Okay, Kevin, let me level with you here,” he says. “I know you’re running away from something.” That struck a cord. The way your entire body tensed up while your eyes darted to the side, specifically towards the sword, so he was right. There are two possibilities now. One, you stole the sword and you’re now running away from whoever wanted to take it back. Two, you’re telling the truth. “You don’t have to tell me why, because, quite frankly, it doesn’t matter to me. But we’re going to have to have some level of trust here,” he says.

“But… I was warned not to trust anyone.”

“Whoever told you that has a good conscience, then, because they’re right. The roads to Stardenn aren’t a walk in the park,” he says. “Look, I don’t know who, what, or where you’re running from, but I have a feeling you’re not used to this kind of stuff so…” Yangyang reaches into his bag and tosses a scroll onto the table separating the two beds. Again, surprise strikes your features.

“An enchanted contract? I didn’t take you to be one to carry this around,” you unrolled the parchment. At the moment, it remained blank. It was a common thing carried by mercenaries to make sure that both parties fulfill their ends of the deal. The terms and conditions were simple, both parties are allowed up to three conditions, then, when they both sign the parchment, they are bound to those boundaries until both ends of the agreement are met. If, at any point, these conditions are disregarded or broken, the offender will receive a punishment either set by the other or equivalent to the condition broken.

“It’s a just in case measure, anyone traveling the main roads would have them,” he says. The parchment laid undisturbed and a quill appears in front of you. “The term is obvious. Until we reach Stardenn, right?”

“Correct, until we reach our destination,” you confirmed. Yangyang handed you the quill and watched you write down the term.

The term of the contract is set to whenever the two contractors enter Stardenn safely.

“Well, then, who shall write the first condition?” You ask.

“Chivalry’s dead, right?” Yangyang takes the quill and writes down the his set of conditions.

1. I, Liu Yangyang, will honor the conditions set by my traveling companion.

2. I, Liu Yangyang, will be truthful to my companion.

3. I, Liu Yangyang, will not consciously attempt any harm on my traveling companion.

“Well, that’s that then,” he signs his name at the bottom and hands you the quill. You took it hesitantly and you hovered the tip over the page. It was clear on your face that you were focusing on what to write. “Hey, if it’s that hard, then just write the same things I did,” he says.

“I feel like that’s a trap,” you muttered.

“Oh, come on, what did I just say about trust?” He asks.

“Yeah, yeah,” you glanced out the window and he follows your gaze. Then, in moments, the window slams open and a gust of snow blows into the room. Yangyang was quick to run to the window and shut the doors before too much snow could get in, but the wind continued to fight back, as if pushing on the wooden frames to fight its way inside.

“A little help here, Kevin?!” He shouts.

“Have patience, I’m almost done with this,” you answered. “Plus, it looks like you have it quite handled,” you continued, standing up from your spot and signing the contract. Then, as you lifted your quill from the page, the parchment glowed and rolled itself up before promptly disappearing with a flicker along with the quill.

“Hey! You couldn’t have waited for me?!” He shouts, the window suddenly calming and his body slamming against the frame. He groaned and rubbed his pounding head.

“What? I wrote the same as you, there’s no need,” you shrugged. “Here, want me to prove it?” You took the sword in your hand and Yangyang immediately rose his hands.

“Nope, no, no, it’s fine, I trust you,” he says quickly. Then, he catches onto how you held the sword’s handle. “Oh… man, you really don’t know how to use a sword, do you?” Your expression changed slowly into one of realization before settling on embarrassment and placing the sword back on the bed.

“… No, I have no experience with swordsmanship,” you mumbled. Yangyang walks over to you, grabbing his own sword on the way. Strange, with a sword of that quality, surely you had to have some kind of experience, but perhaps he was wrong. Then again, it was from your brother. But it wasn’t rare that brothers trained together, even Renjun, who was shit with swordsmanship, knew the basics.

“Now with that signed, do you still mind?” His hand hovers over your sword and you shook your head. Although, as Yangyang pulled the blade out of it’s sheath, he didn’t sense your gaze waver once. The blade was unsheathed quickly, flawlessly, and the material itself was unlike any Yangyang had ever seen before. The edge was pristine, sharp enough to cut through anything, and the material was light despite it’s sturdy feel. The hilt was something that truly mesmerized him, however, he couldn’t tell the material below it, but the leather that wrapped around it was made of a demon’s hide. Now this wasn’t something that he’d have guessed on look alone, no, it’s simply because the material matched the sheath. One look at it and Yangyang could tell that the material was crafted from the material left behind from the Nuckelavee, an ancient demon vanquished by…

Yangyang paused, stealing a look towards you for a moment. You were more preoccupied with the blade in his hand as opposed to him, though.

The Nuckelavee was vanquished by a previous incarnation of the Summer Noble, Moon Suho. He had learned all about him in Academy, he was heralded for his skills with swordsmanship before his supernatural abilities. Any and all materials left behind the Nuckelavee was left in the care of House Moon after that.

You just continued to surprise him. The bracelet, the sword, what else were you hiding?

Just who did he invite into his life?

“How did you get this sword again?” He asks. Your brother, tell him more about this person.

“My older brother was also training to be a knight, he graduated early, so he left me with this,” you answered. Yangyang turned back to the sword, slowly rotating it to observe it. Kevin, Kevin, come to think of it, that name actually rung a bell. He knew a Kevin back in Academy who was exceptionally gifted in swordsmanship, but they were in different classes, so he knew him by reputation only. Was it just a coincidence? “Why?”

“Just weird that someone with no experience whatsoever would have this,” he says. He’s been trying to catch you in a lie. You’re either an extremely good liar (unlikely) or you’re telling him the truth (also unlikely). “It’s extremely high quality for someone who doesn’t know a thing about it,” he stands up now, flipping it in his hand to get a feel for the weight. The stories were true, it was a blade crafted for a master. Yangyang looked closely at the blade now, unknown runes had been etched into the blade just above the hilt. “Go ahead and grab mine over there, it’s lighter than this one, so you shouldn’t have trouble holding it,” he says. He noticed than when you held the sword originally, your wrist wavered as if what you were holding was too heavy.

“Oh, alright,” you did as he said and walked next to him. He peered over at how you were holding it again.

“You’re going to break your wrist if you hold it like that, hold it like this,” he demonstrates for you and you copied. “Uh… hold on, it’ll be easier if I fix it for you,” he leans the sword against his leg while he reached for your wrist. “Relax a little,” he mutters, adjusting your hold on the hilt. “Try now, it should feel a little more comfortable, this way, you’re putting the pressure more on your palm than your fingers, so it shouldn’t be as uncomfortable.”

“Oh, you’re right!” Your eyes seemed to shine despite the darkened room. “Does this count as our first lesson?” You ask.

“Sure, let’s call it repayment for getting us a room tonight,” Yangyang says, looking over your form again. “Looks like we’re going to need a lot of work…” he mutters after. This was going to be a long journey.

“What was that?” You tilted your head and Yangyang could feel the nervousness build in his throat.

What the hell has he gotten himself into?

~

The knock at the door ended the already lengthening session. Or, at least, it felt like hours. You’d always watched Kevin’s and Byul's practices and you’d always wondered why it was so taxing on them, and now you regret laughing at them. Your hands were cramping from holding Kevin’s heavy sword for too long. Gods above, did he have to give you such a heavy weapon? Would it have killed him for him to give you a dagger? You spared a glance to Yangyang, who only shrugged. You frowned and opened the door yourself, seeing the hostess on the other side.

“Hello, sorry for the sudden intrusion,” she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “It’s just that another room just opened up if you wanted it, free of charge since it was so sudden,” she says, wiping sweat from her brow. She looked like she just finished up rushing through chores. A quick glance over revealed the truth. Dampened bottom of her skirt and patched middle where her knees would’ve been on the floor, she’d just been cleaning the floors at least.

“Certainly, I’ll accept your offer,” you nodded. “No harsh feelings, right, Liu?” You asked. Yangyang only shook his head.

“Be my guest.” He hands you your belongings.

“Please guide me to my new accommodations,” you smiled. The woman in front of you matched your expression and ushered you to follow her. Soon enough, you were in your new room. Noticeably enough, it was much cleaner than the last one you’d been in. Fresh sheets for sure, dusted furniture, and mopped floors.

“Please enjoy your stay here at Kilvein’s inn,” she says before excusing herself. You slumped on the bed, more comfortable now. You could hear the springs creak under you and the comforter on top was tattered and by no means what you were used to, but with all the pent up exhaustion from just getting here, you couldn’t care any less. You didn’t expect your journey to be this hard already, and it was still the first day. The sun was barely setting, actually, yet you were so exhausted you could barely move. So, instead, your mind wandered for you.

You didn’t blame people for spreading such rumors about you. Cold and icy. It was a bit of a generalization you weren’t too fond of, but when you grow up with already so little power, you learn how to compensate. Your noble family was no powerful one, they held power over their domain based on the respect of the people alone. Then, you were even the youngest of four. You weren’t supposed to inherit anything, really. The dukedom was planned to go to Byulyi, then she turned it over to Taeil, your parents would rather die before handing the seat to Kevin, so that left you. Being cooped inside taking lessons on how to run a territory, that’s bound to do something to you. But you never really imagined that people would thing you were that cruel.

Sure, you’d constantly turn down invitations from other children your age, you’d stay inside to study all day, and maybe on the off occasion you’d accidentally snap at whoever was unlucky enough to cross your path. But you always apologized, you always tried to make it right. And you thought you were doing pretty well. Perhaps you thought wrong.

You took your cap off, finally letting your hair loose, and after a deep sigh, you fell asleep.

~

That was close. You nearly had a heart attack when Yangyang banged his fist on your door. Even now, you were still making sure that your stray hairs were tucked neatly under your cap. Why was he rushing you to get out of the tavern anyway? It’s not like he was in a rush for something, and even if he was there was no way it was as pressing as your situation. Still, you couldn’t deny that he was helpful. Even now as Yangyang walked slightly ahead of you, he was quick to pick up on things that were going on around you. The movement of animals, the sounds of water, he was accustomed to traveling and you weren’t. You looked down at your hand, a ghost-like feeling of how he’d fixed your form last night still wavering. You thanked god for the darkness of the room, lest he saw the embarrassment written all over your face.

It was true, a quill was very different to a sword, but who knew that you wouldn’t have even been able to hold a sword correctly? Kevin would have ridiculed you for sure. His sword glinted at your side, the gem shining in the sunlight. No doubt by now your absence has been noted and the guards were scrambling around the territory for you. You wondered if word had reached Bleakgate yet, to the ears of the man who you had supposedly been betrothed to. You looked up to Yangyang, who had been walking silently this whole time except to warn you of animals.

“Yangyang?” You took quick steps to catch up with him.

“Wait!” Yangyang’s hand flew out and, within seconds, a boar charged out of the bushes, completely catching you off guard. With a quick yelp, you grabbed onto the closest thing to you. Yangyang, meanwhile, took a steadying step back. “Relax, it’s just a boar,” Yangyang croaks out. You immediately release him.

“Pardon me,” you cleared your throat while Yangyang scoffs.

“Have you ever been out of Fairham?” He asks. You shook your head.

“No, not necessarily,” you answer. Yangyang sighs.

“Alright, well, first thing is first, always be aware of your surroundings,” he says. “You can’t just waltz around the roads like nothing, haven’t you heard of the demonic beast sightings?” He asks. No, you hadn’t heard of such things. But you’d already made yourself out to be a fool enough to him.

“I know,” you answer. “Why else did you think I asked you to teach me how to use this?” You gestured to the weapon attached at your hip.

“I had a feeling too,” he answers. “So, be on your guard, until you pick up on the basics, I’ll handle any monsters that come our way,” he says. “It shouldn’t be hard, most of the monsters on the way to Stardenn are pretty weak anyway,” he adds.

“So it shouldn’t be a problem for me then, right?” You ask. Yangyang looks at you. You pulled the sword out and pointed it towards the bushes. “Would I have been able to handle that boar?” You continue. Yangyang shakes his head.

“No,” he turns his back to you and continues down the road. You, meanwhile, quickly caught up with him.

“What? But you said that the monsters here are weak, right? How hard could it be?”

“You have no experience with sword fighting, you’ve never been out of Fairham, and you jumped at the sight of a monster, do you really think you’re cut out for fighting?” He asks. Okay, he didn’t have to be so harsh about it. You frowned, immediately walking ahead of him and towards the closest living creature you could see.

“And? What of this, then?” You pointed to the substance with the tip of your sword.

“That… that would be a simple slime,” your companion answers.

“And? Is it malevolent?”

“You know… you speak very eloquently to be from Fairham village,” he grimaces.

“Nonsense! I simply speak this way because of upbringing,” you defended.

“Well, whatever, to answer your question, no, it’s not bad. Not this one, at least. If it wanted to attack it would’ve done so already,” he rolls his eyes. You placed the sword down and crouched next to the small creature, its jelly eyes looking up at you with such sparkle.

“Can we keep it?”

“No.”

“Whatever for?! It’s quite adorable, is it not?” You cupped your hands and the slime creature rolled onto them. “Well then, I suppose that answers it. I shall call you Sloane!” You announced. The slime, no, Sloane looked up at you with a new excitement, as if it were proud to have been given a name.

“Sloane? That’s an oddly human name for a slime.”

“Silence. Your name is oddly animal for a human.”

“How is Yangyang a name for an animal?!”

“Have you seen your mannerisms? If you didn’t look like a man I’d mistake you for a monster!”

“You— Why am I even helping you?!”

“Ah, so I see you’ve also fallen for my devilish charms, haven’t you?”

“Don’t be too proud of yourself.”

“I shall do whatever it is I so desire, now, we have a similar goal, remember? That’s why you’re still here!” You reminded him. “We’re both going to Stardenn, you have muscles and I have money, we work well together,” you crossed your arms.

“Ugh, right,” Yangyang groans. “… You think I have muscles?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you said coldly. Yangyang stared back at you, initiating yet another one of these tediously petty competitions, but you would rather die than let him win. After a few moments, Yangyang cracks and a victorious smile rose on your face.

“Fine, the slime can stay,” he concedes.

“The slime? What slime?” You tilted your head to the side and the creature in your hands, if it was even possible, seemed to glare. Yangyang sighs.

“Pardon me, Sloane can stay.”

“Wonderous! Let us continue on our journey, dear knight-to-be!”

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Off Limits Part 1 (Eddie Munson x Henderson! Reader)

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Eddie Munson x Henderson! Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: Swearing

Synopsis: Dustin becomes slightly worried when Eddie seems interested in his older sister

Y/N notes: none

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“Dustin!” Y/N shouted as she approached her little brother’s table. “You forgot your lunch dummy.” She dropped the brown paper bag down in front of him.

“Oh thanks!” Dustin replied with a smile. Y/N rolled her eyes at her brother’s lack of planning. She looked to Mike who was sitting next to him.

“Hey Mike, you alright?”

“Yeah I’m good thanks Y/N.”

“My juice isn’t here…” Dustin mumbled.

“What?”

“My juice! The juice Mom always packs us!” Y/N sighed and reached into her bag. She took out her own juice and slammed it down on the table.

“Next time I’m not gonna be so nice.” She closed her bag. “You got your club thing after school today yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay I’ll pick you up after.” Y/N began to walk away when she was stopped by a loud voice.

“Dustin!” Eddie shouted from the head of the table. “You never told me Y/N was your sister.” He smirked as his head tilted to the side. Dustin quirked an eyebrow.

“Uh yeah we have the same last name. Thought you knew.” Dustin replied, confused as to why he cared. He looked back at his sister. “Uh Y/N this is-“

“Eddie Munson. Yeah I know.” Y/N said, giving him a quick polite smile. “I gotta go. See you later.” Y/N began walking away. Eddie jumped up on the table, walked to the other end and jumped off. He began following Y/N to the soda machine near the exit. Dustin and Mike watched.

“Dude I think Eddie’s got the hots for your sister.”

“Whaaaaaat no. No way.” Dustin denied. In truth, he was thinking the same thing but didn’t want to believe it. He shook his head. “Even if he did, Y/N would never go out with someone like him. They’re like opposites.” He reassured. Mike looked back over to see Eddie had nearly caught up with Y/N.

“I don’t know man. Y/N’s never had a boyfriend despite a lotta guys approaching her. Maybe she has very specific tastes. And Eddie sure isn’t like anyone else.”

“Okay you’re not helping.”

“You seem to be in a hurry.” Eddie commented as Y/N waited in line to get a soda. “Or do you just not wanna be seen near the freak?”

“I’m studying. Math test last period.” Y/N replied as she stepped forward and scanned the drink choices. Eddie nodded and leaned against the machine.

“Good excuse. Avoiding the freak question.” Y/N chuckled and shook her head.

“I don’t think you’re a freak Eddie. Just because you dress a certain way and are loud as fuck, doesn’t mean you’re dangerous. If I thought you were, I sure as hell wouldn’t let Dustin be around you.”

“Huh.” Eddie wasn’t expecting that. “Well uh thanks… then.” He smiled before putting the change from his pocket into the machine. Y/N stopped. She already had her own money in hand.

“Uh thanks to you too.” She pressed the button for the coke and one fell out. She picked it up and proceeded to put in her own change to get a second can. She handed it to Eddie. “See ya later.”

Eddie watched as she walked off. He headed back to his table with a spring in his step. Dustin was now glaring at him.

“What did you say to her?” Eddie sat back down and shrugged. He opened the can.

“Not much.” He answered vaguely before taking a sip of coke. “She gave me this though. Think it’s a sign?” He joked. Dustin pointed a finger at him.

“Don’t get too close with her.”

“Love works in mysterious ways my friend. I can’t help if she falls for my charms.”

“Dude shut the hell up you barely know her.” Mike giggled. Eddie pointed at him.

“Careful Wheeler. I know you got an older sister too.” Mike immediately stopped laughing.

[dawbi]

bnha boys introducing you to their family (gif reaction)

warnings - endeavor is in hawks part !!

characters - midoriya, bakugou, todoroki, dabi, & hawks

midoriya

oh the midoriyas are nervous as hell. you're coming over for dinner and meeting for the first time ?? inko’s freaking out. cleans their house top to bottom at least 3 times. "izuku, does the lamp look better here or over there? what does y/n like to eat? does this outfit look like i'm trying too hard?" all of this chaos is adding to midoriya's own anxiety. "m-mom please calm down. y/n will be here in 10 minutes." he should really take his own advice because his shaky hands cause him to drop the utensils he was holding. the loud noise freaks out inko and she trips over the plant, knocking it over. omg cue horrified noises from both of them. luckily the food was done because as they struggle picking up the last bits of the broken pot, the doorbell rings. they welcome you in trying to hide everything that just happened lol. once you three are sitting at the table, inko is just watching your reactions to her cooking. please let her know it’s good ☹️ eventually light conversation makes things more comfortable and midoriya even holds your hand and looks at you with a loving smile as you talk to his mom. this warms inko’s heart and she knows, her son chose well 💕

bakugou

bakugou did not want you to meet his mom, at least so soon. his dad maybe, but not her. he knows how she is. mitsuki would tell you his embarrassing childhood moments or expose the times she has caught him simping for you. somehow mitsuki makes him bring you over for lunch. she’s really friendly and welcomes you with a hug. “omg y/n. i have been dying to meet you!! come in please.” bakugou is twitching and looking for the nearest exit but his mom is one step ahead of him and drags him to the table. “unfortunately katsuki’s father couldn’t make it. it’s just me.” “no worries!” mitsuki asks you questions about yourself. “you know y/n. i was worried this brat wouldn’t introduce us.” she says as she turns to him. “katsuki has changed since he met you.” the rest of the meal and conversation go smoothly. you say your goodbye and bakugou walks you out. when he comes back, he sighs a breath of relief until he feels a whack on his head. “listen! they’re a good one, treat them well.” mitsuki places her hands on her hips. “if you don’t, i have plenty of stories ☺️ ” he better be on his best behavior lol. bakugou won’t admit it but he liked watching you get along with his mom 💗

todoroki

todroki would be hesitant to introduce you to his family. meeting his dad is out of the question, he's very protective of you. he doesn’t know what he'd do if his father made any offensive remarks about you. natsuo and fuyumi are his first choice. but, natsuo and his college life conflicted with that day so, it’s just his sister. fuyumi is so happy for todoroki and wants everything to go well. she’s trying so hard to make things comfortable for you. her food is amazing do not even lie. his sister even tries to seem fun by telling you a joke lol. “y/n, why did the tomato turn red?” “why?” “because it saw the salad dressing, ha ha.” finger guns unironically. laugh out of politeness pls ajshshjsks. fuyumi is in awe when she sees you two clean up together. shouto is smiling and expressive around you. his sister smiles to herself, happy her brother has found someone 🥺 later down the line in your relationship, todoroki would introduce you to his mom. rei practically knows everything about you and already loves you. the way todoroki would talk about you during his visits ?? she has to meet the person making her son happy 💞

dabi

"never gonna happen." is what dabi says when you ask to meet his family. this is a very obvious answer if he’s told you his past. if not, this sounds hurtful and he knows that. so, he'd introduce you to the lov. dabi strikes me as a possessive person, so he was kinda hesitant sharing lol. "this is my family now." he gestures over towards the members of the lov. shigaraki probably playing some video game and barely acknowledges you. twice and toga come over and introduce themselves. “so, you’re dabi’s lover! you’re really cute!” toga can’t hide her excitement. twice is a shake your hand “i’m twice. dabs never wanted to introduce you and i see why.” kinda guy. dabi is like 😪 mr.compress and spinner introduce themselves later on while kurogiri is very hospitable. offers you something to eat or drink. they try not to make a big deal out of it because dabi hates that kinda thing. you sit with dabi on the couch while they practically interview you lol. dabi silently watches and pulls you closer to him. woah. they’re shook. dabi? showing some? idk? affection? but they don’t point it out cuz then they risk getting burnt 😬

hawks

sadly, keigo doesn't have family or loved ones and barely trusts any colleagues. who can he bring you home to ?? i feel like this would make him feel a bit insecure. makes him stay up at night wondering if you'll find someone else that has a big family to welcome you. keigo holds you a bit tighter when it crosses his mind. he'd mention you here and there. the pro heroes like mirko and edgeshot have seen a photo of you. even endeavor knows about you. i don't think keigo would plan for you to meet them until accidentally, it happens. you would be working your 9-5 when you see the number one hero and your boyfriend walk in. keigo's eyes light up when he sees you, "hey dove. hope i'm not distracting you." he walks up to where you're at and enji follows. "uh this is y/n. y/n this is-" "endeavor." enji bows and you do too. "keigo. please don't overwork yourself today. you got this." enji watches keigo melt at your words "i won't. love you." they exit the building after getting what they needed. the moment makes endeavor wonder if his kids will find someone like you. since nothing bad happened, keigo is already thinking of introducing you to mirko 💖

a/n - i struggled shortening these omg. the first draft was so long 😭

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Ranch Hand: Chapter 10

Farmer!Veteran!Bucky Barnes X Teen!Reader (Small town and Farmer AU)

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Series summary: You ran away from your nightmare of a family, you found a small town, population 200. In this town you meet a retired army veteran turned farmer who hires you as farm hand. Only mystery will you two be able overcome your pasts together.

Chapter Summary: Child Protective Services comes to the station.

Series Warnings: Mentions nightmares, Child abuse, mental abuse, physical abuse, war, swearing, mentions death by cancer, mentions of alcohol and illegal substance abuse. please tell me if you see anymore!!! But do so politely please.

Chapter Warnings: Child abuse, mental abuse, physical abuse, war, swearing, mentions death by cancer, mentions of alcohol and illegal substance abuse.

Divider: @skylightlantern

You slowly drifted off to sleep using Bucky's shoulder as a pillow. He looks at you and sighs. No wonder you hated loud noise, and people touching you. And why you never let anyone take you home. Or why you refused to let him meet your parents. He doesn't know how he'll keep you from going home with them. He's scared that the police won't be able to do anything. He looks at the door, seeing Steve walk in.

"Hey Buck." Steve walks over looking down at you.

"Hey man." Buck says softly.

"What's going on? All you said was 911, come to the police station."

"Y/n ran away from her abusive house hold. And well they're coming to get her."

"Oh shit." Is all Steve can say as he sits down on the other side of you. "So what are we gonna do?"

"Well Maria is trying to find everything she can do and is calling social services they're on they way." Buckley explains looking back at your.

"Did you know she was a run away?"

"No... If I did I would've found her help. But it may be too late."

"Hey man we'll do whatever we can buck." Steve assures.

"What if that doesn't work?"

"I don't know." Steve looks at you. "She trusts you, she wouldn't be sleeping if she didn't trust you. How long do we have until her parents get here?"

"A couple hours at most." Bucky looks ahead of himself where Sam sat. He was sulking, feeling guilty for outing you. Not that he knew.

"Okay... You want me to go get you some food at the diner? I can grab something for y/n too."

"Sure neither of us have eaten lunch yet." Bucky nods and looks back at his bestfriend.

"Okay, I'll be back soon. Don't go landing yourself in jail." Steve teases patting his shoulder.

———

You slowly eat the food Steve brought you. Bucky was still sitting next to you, he was eating his burger. You hadn't spoke since you woke up, you were too busy trying to keep yourself from freaking out. Bucky didn't know what to say, talking about feelings and trauma weren't his strong suit. He can't even talk about his own let alone comfort someone talking about theirs. Bucky peaks over at you, you seemed so different now.

"Hey kid. CPS is going to get here soon." Maria says as she walks over. "You'll have to tell them everything." You nod but don't respond.

"Will I be able to stay with her you think?"

"Probably not, sorry." This got you to lookup. "It'll probably just be the caseworker and you. But Bucky will be out here for when they're done." She assures you. You nod again before looking at your food. She looks at buck and he shrugs.

"How's your food?" Steve asks you. You give him a thumbs up. "Come on kid say something."

"It's good thank you." You say quietly not looking up.

"You're welcome sweetie."

The door opens and a sweet looking woman enters the station and talks to the receptionist. He points her to Maria who was talking to Sam about something. You didn't look up, you didn't notice the new person. But bucky did, he watches her as she talks to Maria before they both walk over.

"Hello, I'm Ms. Peters, you must be Y/n." You look up at her and nod.

"Yeah." You say quietly.

"Okay, lets talk somewhere private? You can come back out to your boss after."

"Okay." You hand you food over to Bucky before following Peters and Maria to another room. Maria leaves you too alone so you can talk. You precede to tell her everything. After you hurry back to Bucky's side.

"Hey kid how'd it go?"

"Good."

"Mr. Barnes can we talk privately?" Ms. Peters asks the veteran.

"Yeah." You watch him walk away before you look at Steve.

"Don't worry he'll be back until then tell me about your watch. Where'd you get it?"

"It was my dad's."

Bucky follows Ms. Peters to the room you were just in. He leans against the wall looking at her.

"She'll probably end up in foster care. But form what I've seen it'll be best if she's with someone familiar. Someone she trusts."

"You want her to go with me?"

"Yeah. At least think about it, maybe talk to her." He nods, he did tell you that he'd take you in if needed.

"What do I have to do?"

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[kira-fluff]

Heeey!

Saeyoung, Yoosung, Jumin and Zen reacting to to “hotel only one bed” trope ? ♥️

a/n: of course you can lovely! <3 *AHEM* Lemme just say this trope is ELITE and I will NEVER not love it // also, i’m writing it like it’s before they’re dating (OF COURSE) because I want it to be spicy (actually that’s the only thing that would make sense for this prompt but you get my point whatever). ALSO also I’m basing the fancy hotel off my stay at the Ritz Carlton (it was like $25,000 a night) because my grandma couldn’t manage money N E WAYSS. Also, if y’all could let me know whether you prefer Y/N to MC pls lmk k thx 

TW: drunk old lady w/no filter, gets pretty suggestive because I couldn’t help myself, an overbearing aunt, savage Italians, and loud hotel neighbor 

Note: omfg i accidentally made this so long oh well here’s yo present lmao 

“There’s only one bed” PT.1 PT.2

- 

Saeyoung 

Getaway missions are mad cool until you can’t sleep 

When you finally neared the parking entrance to your hotel you were SO looking forward to taking a nice hot shower before shimming into the covers of your crisp, (clean, you hoped) sheets. 

It was past 3AM when Saeyoung finally drove his elegant vehicular device (because what other word is there for it) into a secured parking space 

“Because I don’t trust those shady valets, y/n.” 

“Whatever you say, Seven”, you replied groggily. 

You hauled ass up to the front desk, then to the elevator of the exquisite hotel you were staying at

not that you cared 

because S L E E P 

but Saeyoung likes to quote Jurassic Park (because of course he does) like “I spare no expense, y/n” 

“I’m too tired to laugh” 

*gASP* 

“Not everyone naturally stays up until the early morning light before going to sleep.” 

“It really should become a thing, it’s honestly very iconic of me.” (it’s not)

By the time your conversation ended you were glad to see your hotel number and a little key card slot. 

Saeyoung made a show of sticking the key card in like a spy or something 

it was funny for normal y/n but not for tired y/n 

“Here’s your room, M’lady.” 

He held the door open to your room as you looked around the room 

a large, lush bed set before a ginormous flat screen TV with complimentary expensive chocolates laid before you as well as complimentary take-home elegant towels and slippers. 

suddenly, you heard a knock on the door 

blinking in confusion, you opened to see it was Saeyoung 

“Um.. hey! What’s up?” 

Saeyoung looked a bit bewildered himself before saying, 

“Hey, so, I realized my key card was the same room number as yours and I was like ‘That’s weird!’ so I called the front desk who verified that I had placed a reservation for one room, not two, so I hacked into their system to see what went wrong and if I could change it but it looks like they’re completely booked and I think I had made the reservation before I knew that you had to come along and I’m so sorry” 

he was breathless after the mouthful he just gave you 

As it was 3AM a drunk, old woman was tripping her way to her room and shouted much louder than she should at 3AM, “Kiss her already n’ fuck, ya youngin’s!” 

Saeyoung’s hair now matched his face :) 

His ears were tipped bright red before coughing awkwardly 

“I can sleep on the ground. I’ve done it plenty of times, it’s actually pretty comfy.” 

“Um, Sev’ I’m not going to make you just sleep on the floor. If you want--” 

“You’re not making me, y/n, I want to do this” 

“Actually I think I’ll sleep on the floor, I sleep a lot better on the ground”, you fibbed. 

“You’re sleeping on that big ass bed.” 

“No you are.” 

“If you don’t listen I’ll sleep in the bath tub instead of the floor.” 

“Then I’LL sleep outside the room!” 

“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!” 

“WATCH ME” 

the phone rang, a worker politely asking you to quiet a bit down because even with your luxurious privacy walls, guests could still hear you arguing. 

Saeyoung began whisper shouting, “Guess that settles it.” 

he plopped on the ground, fake snoring with his arm as a pillow

you sighed 

“Fine, if neither of us are going to agree to this then we are both going to sleep in this bed.” 

Saeyoung blushed lightly at your boldness, a tad worried you’d find him creepy or weird

You started again, beginning to undress a little, causing Seven to yelp in panic and turn around immediately, shielding his eyes,

Now in your tank top and your leggings you’d been wearing under sweatpants and a t-shirt, you said, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower and go to bed. I’m so tired.” 

Seven turned around only when he’d heard the bathroom door shut 

he sighed, What am I going to do with this girl. 

By the time you’d come out of the bathroom, drying your wet hair, Seven was lying on the bed, clad in casual t-shirt and jeans. 

“Come on, Saeyoung, you have comfy clothes! It’s okay, change! I’m done in the bathroom now.” 

“Nah, this is fine.” This was not fine. Saeyoung was out of his area of expertise of expecting the unexpected because God you were so unpredictable. 

“Please” you jutted out your bottom lip in a little pout, being sure to make eye contact with him 

Something glowered in his eyes for a split second before he half-smiled saying, “Ah, little Y/n, you know I can’t say no to you when you go all sad on me.” 

He stepped into the bathroom to change, but let’s be honest. He was freaking the fuck out. 

he covered his flushed face, changing into his soft sweatpants and a cozy sweatshirt. he was scared 

the more comfortable he became the more likely he’d accidentally get closer to you and then you’d freak out because you’d hear the sound of his heart beat like it’s a fucking rave concert and then you’d be weirded forever and quite possibly never talk to him again

but on the outside, he stepped out of the bathroom, whipping his phone out with a huge smirk saying, “Smile” 

you threw up a peace sign with your tongue sticking out 

he laughed before sending it to the RFA chat 

707: Sleepover lolol [see attachment]

immediately both your phones blew up with buzzes of notifications from the chat 

you laughed lightly, brushing a stray hair from your face to tuck it behind your ear 

this was gonna be a long night for Seven. 

Zen: UGH get away from her!!!!!!!!!111!!1!!

Jumin: Maybe you should learn to type first. 

Zen: shut it cat freak

Zen: seven answer 

Zen: hey 

Zen: y/n, text “qwerty” if you’re in any kind of danger 

Jumin: What a strange code. 

You: qwerty :(

707: lololololol

Zen: !!!!!

Zen: ASJDHKJFASHFKJA 

Jumin: -_- 

Zen: WE NEED A CAR, NO A HELICOPTER im omw!! 

You: just kidding <3 i’m fine you guys 

707: lololol 

Jumin: Have a bit more faith in your subordinates, Zen. 

You closed the chat and muted your phone, expecting the incoming argument that was quickly to ensue. 

You patted the bed lightly, ushering Saeyoung to lie down next to you. 

He obliged, though he politely laid at the far edge of the left side of the bed. 

You yawned before shutting the light off and whispering a “good night”. 

Saeyoung glanced at the clock. 4AM. Only 15 minutes had passed. You were breathing softly in your sleep within the 10 minutes after you’d said goodnight and here he was still awake. 

You suddenly tousled in your sleep, and Saeyoung raised his head, whispering a soft, “Did I wake you up?” 

You replied with a soft moan before abruptly turning left onto his corner of the bed and grabbing for the first thing you’d felt -- his torso. 

Saeyoung’s breath hitched as he felt you exploring the new found “object”, running your fingers up and down his torso and nearing dangerous areas below 

Saeyoung whisper-shouted, “What are you doing?” 

He leaned closer to hear your reply, but your only answer was more soft little snores 

Saeyoung sighed, trying to lightly grab your wrists without waking you up, and directing toward yourself

no matter how hard he’d try, your arms kept finding his own

your nails would softly ghost over his chest or neck, causing him to shiver and blush profusely 

again, he sighed, trying his hardest not to give into your sleepy state 

until you broke him with a soft utterance, “Sae....young..” 

Saeyoung’s eyes widened to the size of saucers before he dared to look down at you, your hair curling on the bed every which-way.. your mouth slightly agap... 

he groaned, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut

at last he slunk his arms around your torso, being sure to respectfully keep them high around your waist 

he buried his face in the crook of your neck to subconsciously try to hide his ever growing blush (and erection) 

I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this ‘friend’ thing when you’re driving me this crazy, y/n.

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug

shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer. 

Yoosung 

this bean is lonely uwu

so when he’d invited to you go with him on a trip his uncle had paid for, you felt bad saying “yes” because it’s a paid trip!! 

until he begged you because his cousin Chaewon would be there and he was always really pushy and borderline a huge fuck boi 

so you conceded 

but hey free trip for the both of you minus shitty family gatherings with no one you know, right?! 

you hope there’s at least one dog. and alcohol. 

dog + alcohol at a party = an actual fun fucking time 

you were glad Yoosung was there with you because he honestly couldn’t agree with you more 

You opened your beach-side resort room to find there’s only one bed. 

Yoosung blanched and quickly dialed his auntie, who’d made the resort reservations

“Ah...hi auntie! Um, how come there isn’t a separate room for me and y/n?” 

his aunt cackled into the phone, “Aren’t you an old fashioned little gentlemen!!! Awe~~~ you’ve grown up to be such a good boy! <3 Well don’t worry, I won’t say a word to my sister or your pops. Enjoy the time you have with your adorable girlfriend and get it on a little!! I’ve got condoms if ya need ‘em honey~~ Remember dearie, when the shlong is not covered, the child support better be.” 

Yoosung hurriedly hung up the phone, his face completely red, praying you hadn’t heard the conversation that’d just ensued. 

You did 

but you smile and say, “So.. what’d they say?” 

He cleared his throat before saying, “Well, --err.. Basically there’s been a little mishap. B-but don’t worry!! I can just ask Chaewon if I can spend the night in his room.” 

“Didn’t you say he leaves a sock on the door handle every time--”

“YES but I want you to be comfortable, okay! It’s really not a big deal.” 

You shyly smiled while looking down before softly saying, “You can sleep with me.” 

Yoosung’s eyes widened and you quickly looked up, your face flushing to a deep crimson 

“I-I-I meant in the bed!!! With me. We can lie together. In the bed---- I mean we--” 

Yoosung could practically see the steam coming out of your ears and the room felt a LOT hotter 

“S-sure! Sounds great.” he had a feeling if you didn’t agree you’d end up embarrassing yourself further.. and he didn’t want you to feel bad. And he didn’t want those thoughts circulating his mind again. 

“Alright, so I’m going to hop in the shower, y/n... unless you want to go first?”

Gulping down some complimentary water you’d found in the hotel mini fridge, you quickly replied with a shake of your head. 

Nodding, Yoosung make quick work of washing his hair and trying to give himself a pep talk before he would be sleeping next to you. 

Thankful for the big size of the resort bed, you climbed under the covers, already beginning to feel sleep take you 

When Yoosung had at last dried himself off and walked out to the bed area of the resort room, he gazed at how small you looked, hugging a soft pillow in your arms, your eyes fluttered shut 

He looked away, feeling like a creep. 

He shut off the light after making a call to the resort staff to wake him up at 8AM as directed by his uncle’s itinerary

He slid under the covers, shoving a pillow in between the two of you as a little border to separate the two of you 

it wasn’t until further in the night when Yoosung had felt a jolt and he looked up in panic, through the blackness recognizing the pillow-border had been cast onto the ground 

and even more noticeably, your leg was swung over his hip, your body flush to his own 

your arms were snaked around his neck

he felt like he could feel every inch of you

your soft breath just below his ear 

your soft .. er.. chest... against his torso 

your stomach and .. the rest of it... against his own 

Yoosung could not breathe

like someone actually help this man for he is losing oxygen by the minute 

He squeezed his eyes shut and make the executive decision to wait it out til morning 

he was terrified that if he’d move you, you’d wake up and see just how much you affect him. 

And so, when the phone rang that morning, you’d startled, looking up to see your tangled limbs lying on top of his own

“oH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY YOOSUNG UGH IT’S A HABIT OF MINE AHAHHSAHDAJSHS” 

he looked at you with eyes that had noticeable circles under them (darker than even after his LOLOL gaming) 

“you look like you didn’t sleep much.... --- Is it because of me!? Oh my god I’m so sorry you should’ve just shoved me off or something seriously I didn’t mean to do it on purpose, honest!!” 

“N-no, no it’s really not!! I promise!!” He tried his best to grin, though it probably looked like a grimace, because the next thing you said was, “I’ll make it up to you” 

“You don’t need to do that. Really, I liked it.” 

It took a moment for him to realize what he just said. 

“I-I mean I like you! I mean I liked sleeping with you!!! I mean--!!” 

Yoosung was quickly spinning circles in his mind 

you couldn’t help the little giggle that came out of your mouth, “I guess we’re pretty similar, huh?” 

Yoosung smiled lightly, “Yeah, guess so.” 

You walked out together toward the breakfast area of the resort

“Hey”, you started, “Is.. Did you mean what you said? About liking me?” 

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.” 

You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!” 

Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you 

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!” 

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?” 

Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red 

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--” 

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.” 

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel 

This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung. 

Yeah. 

Gotta love relatives. 

Jumin 

You received a call from a stern voice you didn’t recognize

<<“Hello. This is Mr. Han’s chauffeur. I’m approximately 6.3 miles away from your residence. Do not worry about clothes or other necessities. All will be provided for you.”>>

“Uh.. thanks? Where....?” 

<<“Mr. Han has invited you to join him on his stay at the Ppalgan Vineyard Estates. Have you not received the notification?”>>

You glanced at your phone, seeing two unread messages on your phone. 

You read them, feeling bad you hadn’t seen them before. 

“Yes, yes of course. Thank you. Tell him I said thank you. Are you sure it’s okay for me to attend?” 

<<“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Han gave me specific instructions to assure you would be able to come with him. I have been ordered to give 2 minute updates following your being picked up. I can assure you, it is his utmost wish that you join him this weekend. I’d be honored to thank him on your behalf, though I feel it would mean much more to him if you said it to him rather than me.” >>

“You’re right, thank you. And thanks for driving me. And for all the other stuff you said”, you replied nervously. 

<<”There is no need to thank me, Miss. I am glad to serve Mr. Han in anyway I can.”>>

The call hung up before you could spout out more thank yous 

you phone buzzed, startling you. 

you clicked the notification

<<(XXX-XXX-XXXX HAN COMPANIES) I’ve arrived at your residence. Let me know if there is anything I can carry for you. Sent 13:52>>

You quickly texted a reply of gratitude before rushing down the stairs out of your apartment, not wanting to make Jumin’s chauffeur wait. 

“Good to see you Miss Y/L/N. Is there anything I can get you? I have been given orders to purchase anything you may want or need on our way to the airport.” 

He quickly texted something on his phone, presumably a text to Jumin about your safe arrival to his limo.

“A-airport? You mean, like, flying? Are you sure I don’t need my wallet? It’s not too late for me to go grab it, right? I have my debit card on my phone too, otherwise.” 

“Miss Y/L/N you are not to spent a single won on this vacation. All is paid for.” 

“But my clothes... I don’t want Jumin to have to pay for all new things!!” 

"I assure you, money is not something Mr. Han wishes for you to be concerned with.” 

You’d stayed silent at that, feeling bad that you’d already bothered the poor man who’d just been ordered to drive you, not reassure you of Jumin’s financial affairs. 

You grew quiet, looking out the window as trees, streets, and cars zoomed past you. 

“If you so wish, there are numerous meals options in the compartments below the seats as well as alcohol, carbonated beverages and iced water glasses. You are, of course, welcome to any of these. Please do not hesitate to notify me if there is something you’d like instead. We’d glad to make it a regular option in all of our limousines.” 

You flushed, embarrassed at the amount of power Jumin’s words, and effectively, your own seemed to have on the entire Han Conglomerate as a whole. You laughed a little, it was funny thinking to yourself that you had so much power as to decide snack options for Jumin’s cars. 

Jumin was extra like that, he always went above and beyond to make you comfortable. You loved that about him. It made you feel a little spoiled, so you instinctively rejected most offers at things that seemed to further complicate his worker’s duties. 

You had no idea that when the chauffeur had said airport he meant the Han Private Airway Transportation Zone. 

As in... private jet. 

It was hard not to feel like you were in a whole different world. 

Not that Jumin treated you that way... but it was hard not to notice! 

You bowed in thanks to the driver before hastily finding your way to the nearest man standing in another black suit, his hands folded together in front of him. 

As soon as you uttered your name, his whole demeanor changed and he instantly had gone from cool and collected to humble and overwhelmingly kind. 

He’d quickly made his way to the boarding area, escorting you to the jet before leaving you at a polite distance way from Jumin who’d been looking at you from the moment you’d entered the aircraft. 

His eyes searched your own as you’d yet to discover his presence 

He couldn’t help but rake his eyes up and down your body, admiring the way you could look just in anything. 

He at last saw you searching the spacious cabin, at last laying eyes on him. 

His heart pounded faster, as if your noticing him made his heart leap in joy

You looked relieved and smiled, running over to him and sitting down next to him 

“Hi Jumin!! Oh, should I be calling you Mr. Han? That’s what your chauffeur called you.. sorry if that’s what I should’ve been addressing you as!!” 

His deep voice rumbled in your ear, causing you to shudder, “Jumin is fine.” 

You gazed up at him through your lashes, noticing the way his perfectly tailored vest made him look so... well... for lack of better word...hot. 

“Wow. You look...” Your eyes moved from his hair, to his face, to his neck, to his torso, slowly to his groin, to his legs... before you realized what you’d been doing and quickly your eyes shot up again. 

You bit your lip, “You look nice.” 

“Nice?” 

You laughed shyly, and slightly (embarrassingly) breathless, “Yeah. Yeah you do. Nice.” 

Jumin couldn’t help the sly smile he’d been holding back before replying, “You look beautiful.” 

You flushed and looked down, squirming in your seat a little before looking at him once more, offering a small, “..thank you..” 

After a few minutes of silence, you’d decided to change the subject, chattering on about how you wondered what this mysterious vacation would hold 

Jumin couldn’t help is concentration half on every word you were saying, but also your lips. Slowly licking his own, he nodded along when you’d gotten especially enthusiastic, grinning slightly when you’d gotten so excited you’d leapt out of your luxury seat. 

Within a half hour of the trip to your destination in Italy, Jumin had trouble concentrating on much else. 

Get it together, Jumin, you’re not some fool like Zen. 

It’d gotten worse the more you’d leaned further in your seat, your chest becoming slightly exposed

he covered his mouth with a hand, opting for looking out one of the many windows of the jet. 

You’d always caught his attention and made him lose his focus -- something he’d never lost before he met you 

He blamed the strawberry sent that you’d always carried with you 

He wasn’t much for expensive, faux perfume that so many of his father’s skanks would wear... it was like no other. 

After a few hours of grueling torture on your part (though you hadn’t know every single time you’d grabbed his hand or arm it’d sent his heart on a sky dive) Jumin was glad to have arrived in the gorgeous Italian acreage of the countryside. 

It was even more beautiful at the dusk of night, you’d decided 

Immediately a shiny vehicle pulled up, ready to transport you and Jumin to the estate you were to be residing in for the weekend. 

Upon pulling into the culdesac, you almost scoffed at the word “estate” -- it was more of a country in and of itself, land stretched beyond what you could see 

The mansion itself stood on pillars and high, Gothic windows. 

Inside, flying buttresses decorated the building, giving it an elegant and aged ambiance that you just adored 

“It’s so beautiful.” 

He smiled at you then, watching you take in the wonders he’d realized he took for granted. 

He was then directed to a double-door entrance way, “Your room, Mr. Han, Miss Y/L/N.” 

“Separate, correct?” 

The man stood in surprise, looking slightly aghast, “T-they never specified such details.” 

“Contact them immediately to confirm. I’ll work it out from there.” 

“Yes, Mr. Han.” From there, the man scurried away to contact the head of the estate. 

After a few moments, he returned, “The Rossi Conglomerate had assumed that you’d brought your fiance with you.” 

“Did you mention I don’t have one?” 

“Y-yes, of course! But, Mr. Han, your father--”

Jumin sighed, “I’ll take care of it.” with a wave of his hand, the man was gone 

You thanked him on his way out. 

Jumin looked at you, searching for a reaction of displeasure or worry

When he didn’t find one, he began, “I was notified the Rossi had booked their other estates to their American investors. My being here is a formality, but it is business. It would be a great discourtesy to demand--” 

You smiled reassuringly, “Jumin, don’t worry about it.. we’ll share the bed, okay?” You held your hand in his own, rubbing soothing circles on his knuckles. 

Jumin looked at you, choking on his spit slightly. 

“Y/N you do understand that--” 

“It’s fine, Jumin!! It’s late already, I’ll just put up my hair.. and.. do you know where the night clothes would be?” 

He watched as you fixed a bobby pin between your teeth before running your fingers through your hair, watching as you arched your back to-- 

“Jumin? ...you don’t know?” 

He cleared his throat, looking away, pink dusting his cheeks

“Bathroom.” 

You thanked him, unaware of his watchful eyes 

It had been a few seconds since you’d entered the bathroom before he heard a loud and alarmed, “..UM....JUMIN...?!” 

He’d quickly made his way into the bathroom

“What’s wro--” 

He looked and laying on the long granite island of the large bathroom was a silky set of lingerie as well as a note in Italian you couldn’t read. 

Jumin’s words stopped dead on his lips as he stared at you, then the silky underwear set, you, silky underwear, you.......silky underwear. 

On the outside, Jumin liked to think he came off as calm and collected, saying, “I can get you something else to wear.” 

But when he’d made it two steps out of the bathroom he had a little collision. And by collision, I mean his face.. and the wall. 

He looked in every drawer, finding nothing. He presumed clothes would be delivered as specified. But it was late already.. their servants are dismissed, only the protective guards surrounded the inside and outside of the estate.. explaining the situation to them didn’t seem very promising. 

Of course you were kicking yourself, before you’d found their little....gift... you’d cast your days clothes into the washer. They were probably soaked by now. 

Maybe I could use a hair dryer...? Or I could stuff them in the dryer?? 

Either way you’d be without clothes for.. too long. 

And nothing would be greater punishment then showing all that in front of the man you had completely fallen for... 

You heard a knock on the bathroom door. You listened from inside. 

“Hey, I, uh, couldn’t find anything. Do you think you could wear your clothes from today?” 

You whimpered, on the verge of tears, “I already put it in the washer!” 

He knocked again, “Can I hand you something?”, he asked, undoing the buttons of his formal shirt. 

“C-close your eyes!” 

Jumin chuckled darkly before covering his eyes and handing her his collared shirt 

“I’d give you the pants, too, but I don’t think they’d really fit you. Could you look at what they’d provided for me? Maybe slip on something from mine.” 

“N-no! That’d be even worse for me!! .. and you!” You blushed again imagining him half naked

You hurriedly shuffled through the drawers, but to no avail. 

You gulped, slipping on the lingerie to ensure that maybe something would be covered before buttoning Jumin’s formal shirt on you as well. 

it was so big it didn’t leave much for the imagination 

but you decided through a 10 minute pep talk that you’d suck it up and try your best to make his shirt into a night gown. 

You at last stepped out of the bathroom, Jumin’s head shooting toward the sudden noise before taking you in 

He could scarcely breathe, much less come up with a coherent sentence 

you were in his shirt... 

with barely any clothes on underneath

and you looked up at him shyly, biting your lip a little 

drawing even more attention to your lips 

Jumin had to stifle a groan, opting to head to the bathroom to change

After splashing some cold water on his face in a poor attempt to get his head out of the gutter, he quickly got on his pjs 

after you both were ready for bed, Jumin sat on the bed, opening a small novel he’d been enjoying, Anthem.  

His attention was immediately diverted from the dystopian fiction when he saw you were stretching

His shirt rode up high as he took in the way the lingerie perfect accentuated your curves, though it didn’t cover much below the waist 

Noticing your folly, your eyes widened in shock before you immediately put your hands down

which, just your luck, made it all worse. 

the sudden movement disheveled the shirt, causing it to ride down completely on one side, openly displaying the soft brassiere beneath it 

Jumin slammed his book so hard it left an echo in the large room. 

Great. He couldn’t even make it look like his book was suddenly unbelievably interesting that he just so happened to not take notice of the obvious sight before him.

You blanched, feeling a breeze along your shoulder, gasping before running to your side of the bed and pretending you don’t exist anymore 

Meanwhile Jumin is in a  c r i s i s 

In the most eloquent of words, his mind said holy fucking motherfucking shit oh my God fuck fuck fuck AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my god shit shit shit fuck shit sdfasodjgiajsidogjosdg MALFUNCTION!! WARNING!!!! RUN BITCH!!! 

But Jumin didn’t run

because mama ain’t raise no bitch 

but also because if he stood up it would be blatantly obvious that he had-- 

Stop thinking about it, Jumin.

He tried to redirect his mind to his 5 senses, a grounding technique he’d learned when he got too anxious when he was younger 

But sight seemed to dominate it as his mind replayed your facial expressions, the way your hands awkwardly tried to cover yourself up, the way you looked the way he’d take it all off--- 

Oh God. I’m deep in shit. 

He had never been so pissed at himself... and embarrassed. 

He looked over at you, a horrible decision, really. 

You were still awake, your face was redder than the strawberry sent that adorned you 

“s-sorry..” you whispered, willing yourself to try to forget, “pretend that never happened..” 

Jumin was practically feral and you were saying it never happened? 

Jumin couldn’t just pretend he didn’t just see a fucking goddess 

but he would for you 

“..........pretend what never happened?” 

You sighed, a small smile on your face as you quickly turned to thank him 

but he was a LOT closer than you imagined 

he was propped up on one elbow, looking down at you, his head slightly angled. 

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart.

And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes 

Jumin felt confusion when you’d done this

he can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.” 

He shut off the light, reaching over you 

You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you 

unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there. 

Zen 

Was Zen going to invite you to his own fucking tour? 

Of course he was 

he liked flexing his connections 

and most of all, showing you just how much he cared about you 

and loved you

but not the love part because God if you ever found out Zen might jump into the nearest body of water and never return 

not that he didn’t have any confidence

he has lots of it 

but it all kind of disintegrates when he gets to talking about his real feelings

But come on, it was blatantly obvious to anyone who had heckin eyes 

or ears 

or just any functioning body 

the way he’d try to subtly throw an arm over your shoulder 

or he’d lean in whenever you spoke 

or the way he’d readjust his posture when you walked into a room 

or the way everyone caught him staring 

like anytime you weren’t looking 

or when you are looking because he is “built different” 

So the limo ride to the fancy hotel he was to stay at was something that had him looking forward to the tour, but also dreading it 

you’d sat close to him in the limo because his agent and other workers were sitting along with him. 

So close that your ass got pushed further and further onto his lap

because damn where the fuck are we and why are there so many goddamn potholes 

Zen tried to steady you by firmly grabbing your hips 

which was NOT the move 

because now that you were firmly set on his lap, every bump felt like a fucking war against his hormones. 

Like a gentleman, he quickly opted to seat you next to him, not wanting you to feel embarrassed 

still, he could feel you being pulled closer to him with every long turn the limo made or every bump or abrupt stop 

and it was torture. 

like this man is sweating 

but by some miracle you arrive at the hotel in one piece! Yay! 

but Zen’s soul has left his body~~ 

so you get set up 

You open the room, “Look, Zen! This bed is HUGE!!”, you ran over to it and plopped your face onto the sheets

He chuckled, watching you act like a little kid excited about a hotel for the first time 

his brows furrowed when he realized there was no door separator between your rooms 

He immediately called the front desk 

all you could over hear was “No, there seems to be some kind of mistake” 

and “I reserved two rooms -- conjoined” 

“Alright, ok. Thanks.” and then he hung up. 

“So..” he sighed, “They can’t get another room because they’re completely booked. Someone must’ve recognized the limo and lots of fans immediately bought up all the rooms in hopes of seeing me.”

“It’s alright Zen! I can ask to switch with your agent or something!!” 

“NO!” Zen said a little too loudly. “No. Um, look it would be bad because he’s a man.” 

“Your a dude, too, Zen.” 

“I-- yeah, but that’s different because I’m a guy you can trust.” 

“True..”

“So I’ll sleep on the couch, ‘kay?” 

“Zen, no! You need your beauty sleep to be ready for your performance tomorrow!!!” 

“It’s alright, really!”

“I’ll sleep on the couch!” 

“Like hell you will.” 

“Please :(”

“Y/N, seriously--” 

“Then how about this! You and I just sleep in the same bed!” 

Ever the dramatic soul, Zen gasped with his palm over his heart “How SCANDALOUS!” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be Mr. Playboy?”

“Only for you, baby”, he winked. 

You stuttered, “T-that’s not funny! Seriously don’t make it weird you horn- dog!” 

He threw his head back in laughter, “Horn-dog?! I thought you said you trusted me!” 

“Not when you’re obviously thinking about doing this and that to me!!” 

“Doing this and tha---Hey! Who do you think I am?!”

There was suddenly a loud bang on the wall and a burly man shouted, “GO TO FUCKIN’ SLEEP YOU OBNOXIOUS, SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED LITTLE SHITS!”

You smirked, holding in a laugh saying, “Sounds like your fans are getting jealous.” 

Zen’s mouth dropped and you began laughing hysterically 

“T-that was like a 60 year old man!” 

“I’M 42 YOU LITTLE SHIT” 

You fell back on the bed, laughing louder 

Zen shouted back, “WELL EXCUSE ME, SEXY, 42 YEAR OLD MAN” 

There was silence before a harsh knock sounded at your door 

All Zen’s bravado disintegrated and he made a dash for the bed, whispering loudly for you to “Turn off the fuckin’ lights, turn off the fuckin’ lights!” 

You stifled more giggles rising up to your throat as you clicked off the light, making sure the room was locked, and climbed into bed

you breathed out your last laughs, sighing to yourself contentedly before noticing the close proximity you were to Zen 

You stared at each other for a long moment 

You leaned in closer 

Zen placed a palm on your cheek, gently cupping it

he softly whispered, “Can I kiss you?” 

You answered by harshly connecting your lips

The two of you feeding off each other’s oxygen as Zen bit your lip, causing you to gasp and open your mouth to make way for his tongue 

you whimpered, feeling faint from lack of oxygen

the two of you parted, out of breath 

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.” 

but instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.” 

He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity

But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?” 

Um yeah rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much 

I had honestly SO MUCH FUN writing this!! Let me know if you want, like, a part two to this. I think I’d just be so fun lol