#he's staring at you from over his cubicle btw

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Yandere Coworker (part 5)

Tw: non-con touching, coercion, molestation, Afab/fem reader

Masterlists, part 1, part 6

Damn now that my account is blowing up cause of our resident asshole Cyprus, lemme introduce yall to my favourite Yandere oc Yves

And his respective Series featuring my cringefail yandere Montgomery

Btw vote down below

"It's five, baby. Stop working." He ruffled your hair, you whined as you fixed them with your fingers.

You looked up to see him casually leaning against your cubicle, holding his suitcase in a hand and his car keys in another.

You said you need to finish your work.

"The company paid you for your time from 9 to 5. Not 9 to 5:10. Come on, princess. I already clocked you out." He teasingly rubbed the shell of your ear, making you recoil and complain, you told him to not touch you.

And he did the exact opposite. He dropped his suitcase just so he could utilize both hands to tickle you. You tried stifling your laughter, but it was near impossible when he blew raspberries onto your neck while his hands attacked the most sensitive part of your sides.

"I can't touch you, huh? What are you gonna do about it, pretty girl?" He rapidly fired kisses onto your face. You can feel the cold frame of his glasses pressing against your skin each time he smooches you.

You relented. Saying you give up and will stop working for the day if he lets you go from this tickle torture of his.

He stopped, and you took a few seconds to catch your breath. You thank the stars that the office was mostly empty, save for a few coworkers working overtime.

You frowned, got up from your seat, and began packing. He watched you with a satisfied grin on his stupidly handsome face.

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You're uncomfortably pressed against his side as your eyes darted between him and his TV. Your arms were forced to be sprawled on his broad, bare chest. He paid no mind to your squirming as his hand mindlessly rubbed your hips, towards your buttocks and locked you in place. Whenever he switches the channel, there is a brief moment where the screen would turn black. You would stare back at the reflection between the two of you. This would have seemed cozy and sweet, if only you agreed to be Cyprus's girlfriend.

He has a carnivorous diet, Cyprus fed you dinner which consisted of steak, mashed potatoes, gravy and peas. Of course, all served in a paper plate which was then disposed of. The lunch he bought you this afternoon was of similar nature.

You told him you have to head back home. It's getting late and you did what he told you. All of them.

He dangled your wallet over your head, making you do tasks that become more and more upsetting and perverted.

Cyprus started with asking you to help clean up the table while he took a shower. You agreed, thinking you could take your belongings and leave while he's busy. But only your bag was present, you later found out that he brought your precious wallet into the bathroom with him.

He then told you to take a shower too. You locked your door and even jammed the knob with the mop that's in there.

The next one was to wear one of his oversized shirts. The one that's similar to what you woke up with last Friday.

Then, he told you to give him a 30 second hug. You couldn't push him away or let go, or else he's going to reset the timer. You're tired from jumping, trying to reach the wallet. You couldn't even kick him in the groin with his lightning reflex.

So you did. You wrapped your arms around him and braced for whatever he has next. Only to flinch away when he tucked his calloused hand under your clothes, roaming his digits on your bare back and toying with the hook of your bra.

You shouted at him, feeling angry and violated. He simply rolled his eyes, called you dramatic and walked away, stowing your wallet in his pocket.

You contemplated calling the police and making them deal with him. Then you realize that he managed to snatch your phone again.

You ended up doing the 30 seconds. The entire time, he was licking the nape of your neck, groping you everywhere and grinding his crotch against yours. You cried hot tears when he slipped his hand into your underwear, caressing the vulnerable flesh underneath.

You felt suffocated when he crowded you to a wall. You couldn't jerk your hips to avoid his frotting because the wall was in the way.

However, he was a man of his word. The alarm on his phone went off after exactly 30 seconds, he allowed you to leave and handed you your wallet.

But not your phone.

He tried consoling you by cooing sweet nothings into your ear, it just sounded patronizing and demeaning despite his sugary words.

You managed to say through your sobs that you wanted your phone back. He tangled his fingers in your hair, pretending that he couldn't understand your babbling. Cyprus talked to you in a sickening baby voice, as if you're dumb and silly.

That's what got you lounging next to him on the couch as he surfs the channels. He told you that you'll earn your phone back after this.

He yawned, turning his head to give you a peck. "No. I don't think you did enough to earn it."

You let out an exasperated cry, asking him what else he wanted from you.

He stared at your face for a bit before chuckling to himself. "Cute."

You complained, whined and hit his chest with considerable force. Yet he wouldn't budge his hand from your rear.

"Princess, look at me." Commanded Cyprus as he took his glasses off. You did as you were told.

"Stay the night." He whispered before kissing you on the lips. "We could cuddle." He slid his soft, and supple pair of lips down to your neck, to the spot where he knew would make you moan the loudest.

"Or we could have fun 'till the sun rises." He breathed into your ear huskily, giving your ass a squeeze and your neck a suckle.

You whined and mewled, trying to push him off you weakly but it felt embarrassingly good. Toes were curled and cheeks were heating up while he slipped his hands under the large T-shirt, feeling every square inch of your skin.

You shoved him off you when he managed to unclasp your bra. Hands were crossed in front of your chest as you moved away as far from him as possible.

His face expressed disappointment and annoyance. But it lightened up when he saw that he gave you a very visible Hickey. It's sizable and dark enough that you would have a hard time concealing it with makeup or clothes.

"Fine, be that way then. You'll give in sooner or later, princess." He wore his glasses as he rose from the couch. While you're fixing the hooks of your bra, he was yawning and stretching his shoulders.

"Come on, let's get to bed. We have work tomorrow." He waited for you by the armrest.

You asked if you stayed the night, he will give everything back to you in the morning.

Cyprus rolled his eyes. "Sure." His hand shot out to grab you by the wrist, he yanked you towards him, making you stumble over yourself and nearly losing your balance.

He seized this opportunity to scoop you off your feet, carrying you in his strong, muscular and veiny arms effortlessly.

No matter how many times you protested or tried to hit him, Cyprus ignored you and kept walking on.

He used his foot to close the door behind him.

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You were stressing over the number of eyes on you today. Cyprus was holding you by the waist as you and him ascended the elevator.

Seeing that Jane is there, souring the carefree mood of the office for everyone, Cyprus also scowled.

He clocked in for the both of you before escorting you to your cubicle, dropping your suitcase off as well. Your manager was burning holes into him, curious about the relationship between her most difficult employee and her most hardworking (yet spineless) one.

Her eyebrows cocked upwards when Cyprus pressed a kiss onto your forehead before ruffling your hair into a bird's nest.

She was mostly surprised at first, even amused. But when she saw the time that you arrived, her expression darkened. Cyprus has infected you with his disease, you would usually come in much earlier than this.

She does not need another "slacker" in the office to spread their bad influence.

She opened her mouth to comment about something to you. Sighing, you expected this to happen, it comes with the package of "dating" Cyprus.

"You got a minute, Jane?" The dreaded confrontation was interrupted by Cyprus's sudden interjection.

He led Jane into the conference room, where the frosted glass and soundproof walls gave them the much-needed privacy.

You're grateful that he pulled her away for whatever business he needs to talk about. Now, you could focus on your work, getting as much done before she comes out and starts biting your head off.

You were too engrossed in your work to notice that she came out looking quite shaken. As if she had seen a ghost.

Jane had walked away, leaving your department to work on their own without her soul killing micromanaging. Deciding to exert her power onto some other floor.

"She won't bother you anymore, princess." You jumped as you felt Cyprus's breath tickle the back of your neck.

He laughed at your reaction. "You're too damn cute for your own good."

You asked Cyprus what he told her.

"Watch my match tonight and I'll spill." He must be referring to his boxing hobby.

You asked where it is.

"Can't tell you. Won't tell you."

You said how could you attend if you don't even know where the venue is. He clicked his tongue in slight annoyance.

"I'm driving you there anyways, why would you need to know anything when I'll take care of everything?" He placed a hand on his hip as he leaned against your cubicle wall.

You asked what time it would be.

"Just get ready when I tell you to."

You said that you don't check your phone often. You need a set time when he would pick you up, should you agree to come and watch him fight his poor opponent.

"Who said you'll be getting ready at your place?" He smirked.

You said you're not going back to his place.

He displayed mock hurt, he pouted and whined softly to tease you. "You're so mean, baby."

You repeated that you're not going back to his place again.

"I guess you won't be needing this anymore then." he pulled out your ID from his back pocket.

You tried to swipe it from him as usual, but you failed. You looked up at him.

"You know the drill, pretty girl." He brought his face close to yours.

You thought about your choices. You're curious, wondering what made The Jane of your department scared shitless. You're also curious as to how a boxing match look in real life. Finally, you need your ID.

However, you could always make a new one and claim you lost it. It's not like you need your ID urgently, plus, it could send Cyprus a message that you're willing to go through this much hassle to get away from him.

You took a deep breath when you're ready to say your answer.

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 5

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You find yourself in the middle of a predicament.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT as always, sort of public sex??? Unprotected sexy times, emotional damage lmao

A/N: Buckle up, babies!!! You’re in for a rollercoaster ride for this chapter ajckjasncjak I apologize in advance and please don’t hate me

AND BTW if you guys haven’t seen, I found the perfect playlist for this series lmao I saw the title and I was like HOLD UP this is perfect https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Eg5ZH6wMq4iocF5fWSesb?si=aff157a6198a4446

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Still awake, baby?

Fuck.

You screamed into your pillow upon reading Bucky’s text. It was quarter to midnight and you couldn’t sleep, especially not after Bucky told you that he wanted to make the relationship official.

It’d only been three months and you felt like he was moving too fast. And when he promised that he would find a way to snatch your heart the old-fashioned way? You wanted to explode because obviously, he already did.

But you weren’t going to say that to someone who already had a huge ego (and cock, too).

You composed yourself and typed in your reply, throwing your phone to your side after sending it.

Yeah. Why are you still up tho?

Not even a minute later and your phone began to ring. You sat up on your bed and squeezed your pillow, hating how Bucky had such an effect on you. Jesus, what are you, a high school student?!

You stared at his name on your screen before swiping and accepting the call.

“What’s up?” You answered as calmly as you could.

Bucky’s low chuckle sounded so fucking sexy that you had to bite your lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping.

“Still working. Can’t concentrate though, I keep remembering how you looked like with my cock in your mouth.”

You exhaled through your nose, “Jesus, you’re insatiable.” You said.

“Only for you, baby. You know that.” He said and your heart did a little somersault inside your chest.

“Don’t stay up too late, you have an early meeting tomorrow, right?” You asked, trying to change the topic because if you didn’t, you were sure how things would go.

Bucky let out another chuckle, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll just finish signing some papers and then I’m off to bed.”

You hummed and laid back down on the bed. It was completely silent but it wasn’t awkward. You heard the shuffling of paper on Bucky’s end, followed by the squeaking of a chair.

“You still there?” Bucky asked.

“Mhmm, you done?” You asked back.

“A few more papers left, baby. Can you wait ‘til I finish?”

There was something about talking to Bucky on the phone like this, so casual and so...mundane. It felt natural and comfortable, to think that this was the first phone conversation you had with him. He only sent you texts previously so this was new, but you had to admit, you loved it.

Bucky heard you yawning and let out a soft laugh. He sounded sleepy too when he spoke, “Almost done.” He reassured.

“Let’s have dinner tomorrow.” He added.

“Yeah, okay. As long as it’s not in the same restaurant we went to after my promotion.” You groaned at the memory.

Bucky snorted, “We’re banned there, babe. Even if I wanted to go back there, they wouldn’t allow it.” He said.

“No shit, Sherlock. We got caught in their bathroom, of course they’ll ban us.” You huffed out.

“I was looking forward to dessert, you know.” You pouted.

“I got my dessert though.” You could hear Bucky’s smug smirk through the phone.

“Are you done?” Bucky whispered into your ear as he placed an arm on the back of the booth.

You shivered at his voice and nodded, grabbing your champagne and drinking it in one go.

“I promised you something, didn’t I? That I’ll give you something right before dessert? Meet me in the bathroom in five. Again, don’t be late.”

And with that, Bucky slid out of the booth and adjusted his suit before leaving for the bathroom. You clutched your heart and waved at the waiter who passed by, requesting for a refill and downing it before following Bucky.

You adjusted the black dress that Bucky bought you, you were surprised at how perfect the fit was. The lovely dress though, made you uncomfortable because of its length and the fact that Bucky still had your panties with him was making you feel even more conscious.

You were immediately pulled into the men’s bathroom as soon as you got there. Bucky tugged you into one of the cubicles and wasted no time to bend you over, lifting your skirt up to squeeze your ass.

“I knew I picked the right dress, you look good enough to eat.” Bucky grunted as he unbuckled his belt.

You moaned and pressed your palms against the door, pushing out your ass towards Bucky until you felt him line his tip up to your entrance. In one swift move, Bucky bottomed out and didn’t give you enough time to adjust.

It was fast and violent, the way Bucky fucked you inside that stall. Both of you were too caught up in the pleasure to even hear the commotion happening outside.

“Not gonna last long, Bucky...” you whimpered, feeling your legs tremble.

You’d been on edge the entire time, having been denied your orgasm earlier. And Bucky kept on squeezing your thigh teasingly during dinner, palm always inching higher until it settled close to your bare mound.

Of course, you wouldn’t last long!

“I know, baby.” Bucky said, sucking the skin on your exposed shoulder as he continued to fuck you from behind.

Once done with the sex escapade, the both of you were welcomed by the restaurant’s manager with a disapproving (and scarred) look on his face.

You blushed at the memory, “Let’s not do that again, please?” You said.

Bucky laughed, “Fine, fine. But dinner tomorrow, okay?”

You yawned at the same time you hummed, “Just dinner.”

“Wholesome dinner.” He confirmed. “Alright, I’m done with work. Sleep now, baby.” He cooed and you nodded even though Bucky couldn’t see you.

You heard footsteps and then the sound of the door closing shut.

“Good night, baby.”

“Hmm, good night, Bucky.”

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To say you were giddy the next day was an understatement. You were on cloud nine after having a phone conversation with Bucky last night. You even greeted Janet the snitch a very good morning when you shared the elevator with her.

You entered your floor and offered everyone a smile, but you also noticed that they seemed to be preoccupied talking to each other.

“What’s up?” You asked Martha and the other girls who were huddled together.

“Haven’t you heard?” She asked. “Sophia shared an elevator ride with Mister Barnes earlier. He called a flower shop, asked for their most expensive bouquet and then went on to make dinner reservations at an elite restaurant!”

You paled at the discovery and cleared your throat, “And that’s a big deal because?”

Martha snickered, “Girl, we’re talking about James Barnes here, a rich and eligible bachelor. It is a big deal. And ugh, I wonder who the lucky lady is! What I’d do to be her.” Martha dreamily said.

“Do you think it’s an employee here? Fuck, I’d be so envious if that girl happens to be working here!” Sophia added.

“Is that even allowed? Sounds pretty scandalous to me.” Kate chimed in.

“Oh my god. Remember the pantry incident that Janet reported? What if that was Mister Barnes and his girl? Damn, that’s juicy. It’d be horrifying if they get caught.” Kate added.

Your head felt light-headed at all the information that was going on. Hearing their conversations felt like a bucket of iced water was being poured on you. It was like a moment of a major realization.

Shit, what has gotten into you, getting all tangled up in this mess? Damn you, Tinder!

Even if Bucky agreed to take things slow, you realized that it wouldn’t really help. If news got out that you were dating the CEO of your company, you’d still receive some backlash for it.

Maybe making it official wasn’t the right thing to do. At least, not yet.

“Ladies, gossip time is over.” You announced and tried to stay calm. “And speaking of Barnes, I need to submit a report.”

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You nervously knocked on Bucky’s door, hoping that he was back from his early morning meeting. You could hear him talking inside and thought that maybe he was busy.

“Come in.” He called before you could even turn around.

Slowly, you opened the door and slipped inside his office. Bucky was on his chair, talking to someone over the phone. When he saw that it was you, he quickly put his phone on mute and smiled.

“Yes, baby? What do you need?” He asked softly.

Goddammit! Bucky was surely getting used to that pet name. Initially, he’d only call you that in the throes of pleasure. But somehow, Bucky began to use it so casually that it made you nervous. What if he slipped and called you that during a meeting, in front of everyone?

You hated how Bucky was becoming soft and gentle around you, well, except maybe when he was in a certain mood. It was confusing the hell out of you. But you also enjoyed being the only one to witness his soft side.

Was his offer to make things official because he truly liked you or was the fucking that good to make him want to commit all of a sudden?

“I uhh, I think I’ll just come back later if you’re busy.” You stammered.

Bucky held up a finger and then unmuted his phone, “Hey, something important came up. I’ll call you again later.” He said and quickly ended the call before turning to you.

“You know I’m never too busy for you.” He said, his eyes the softest you’d ever seen.

There goes your heart.

“I think...” you trailed, not sure how you were going to say it.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, urging for you to continue. You heaved out a deep sigh. Your hands balled into fists at your side as you walked closer to his desk.

“Can we raincheck on the dinner tonight?” You asked.

Bucky frowned, “Why?”

You shrugged, “No reason.”

“Lie to me one more time and I’ll have you on my lap for some spanking.”

How the hell does Bucky do that? Become all sweet and soft and then rough and dominating all of a sudden?!

You squeezed your thighs together because the image of Bucky’s hand landing on your ass was doing things to you. You willed yourself not to give in, you came here for a reason.

“There are rumors about you. Someone heard you making dinner reservations and now everyone’s talking about it. I just...” you paused to check Bucky’s reaction but as usual, you couldn’t read his face.

“Maybe making this official isn’t...the right thing to do.”

Bucky pushed himself up from the chair slowly and stalked towards you. Was he mad? Fuck, you hoped he wasn’t. When he reached you, his hand came up to brush your cheek with his knuckles.

“What do you want then?” He asked.

Shit, you never actually thought about it. What do you want? Keep things casual between you and Bucky? Completely stop whatever it was that was going on between the two of you?

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“I like you.” Bucky stated and stepped back. “You’re intelligent and you don’t take shit from anyone, myself included. When you said you wanted to take things slow, I agreed to it. Hence, the flowers and dinner. Now that I’m giving it to you, you still don’t want it.”

Bucky’s livid. He was composed but the way his jaw tensed as he spoke was enough proof that he was mad, really mad. It’s his calm demeanor despite being angry that somehow scared you. The calm before the storm. What the storm was going to be? You didn’t know and honestly, you weren’t sure whether it was something that you even want to find out.

Maybe you were being confusing or indecisive but only because things happened too quickly for you to even properly process it. To think that you addressed your concerns last night, you actually that Bucky understood where your feelings were stemming from. However, it seemed to have gone over his head.

“Bucky, I don’t think you’re getting my point here.” You explained, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“If you heard what your employees have been saying about you and your...girl, you’d understand.” You said and placed your hands on your hips.

Bucky made a face, “Then make me understand. What did you hear?” he asked.

“We already talked about this last night! They’d think that the promotion was given to me because we fucked! That’s going to taint my image for the rest of my life.” You huffed out.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand as he paced back and forth, “They’re idiots if they think of that. What do you want me to do? Give a detailed presentation why I decided to promote you? Go through your evaluation one by one? He sarcastically said.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You really don’t get it, do you?” You let out a humorless laugh.

He shrugged, “You’re confusing the hell out of me. Just tell me what the hell you want to happen.”

“Maybe I just want keep things professional.” You blurted out in the spur of the moment.

You didn’t mean it. You so didn’t mean it. Fuck. You word vomitted and now you were going to regret it.

Something in Bucky ticked, you saw it. He approached you until he was towering over your frame. It was intimidating to say the least, the way Bucky stared down at you with a blank expression on his face.

“What if I don’t want to?” Bucky asked, his eyes looking down at your lips for a quick second before moving back up to your eyes.

“I wasn’t asking for your permission.” you retorted and you’re not sure why.

Bucky exhaled through his nose and this time, you could read his face. He was fuming.

“I told you, you’re mine.” He said through gritted teeth.

The tension in the air was thick. The close proximity was making you dizzy, Bucky was so close that his scent was invading your senses. His jaw was clenched tightly as he looked down at you with piercing eyes and you were so tempted to just grab his face and kiss him and tell him that you liked him too.

But of course, your pride just had to be in the way.

“You don’t own me, Bucky. I am my own person.”

Another word vomit. You were Bucky’s the moment he laid his hands on you and you liked it.

Bucky inhaled and shrugged, loosening up before taking a step back. “So you want to keep it professional, huh?”

No.

“Yes.”

Bucky nodded, “You’re lying. I know you are. But okay then, professional it is. Let’s see how long you can keep lying to yourself.”

You watched Bucky walk back to his desk, sitting down on his chair with his arms crossed over his wide chest. His face was void of any emotion all of a sudden, he didn’t even look angry anymore and you hated how you couldn’t seem to figure him out.

“Anything else you’d like to discuss?” he asked, the professional tone of his voice sending chills down your spine, but not in a good way.

You slightly nodded, placing a folder on top of his desk before backing away. “It’s this month’s report.”

“Okay. You’re dismissed.” He casually said, grabbing the folder and skimming through your report as if you weren’t standing right in front of him.

You felt a pang of pain hit you right in the heart when he looked up at you questioningly, as if he was wondering why the fuck you still haven’t left his office. At that moment, you wanted to take back all the things you said and just give in to your damn feelings.

But would you really let your career nosedive just to be with Bucky? You weren’t sure if you were ready for that.

You straightened up and maintained a calm demeanor, “That’s all. Thanks, Bucky.”

“That’s Mister Barnes for you.”

-

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[hanniiesuckle17]

Fireworks

A/n: this is not requested but i needed to write something for me and I always love writing best friend!jisung (this turned out to be hella long btw). Also i just realized this is the 16th jisung fic on my masterlist wtf. Welp happy sweet sixteen jisung. 

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Warnings: cussing probably, lil distressed jisung, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: Y/n and Jisung practically grew up together. Y/n always dreamed of getting her fairytale happy ending. So, Jisung is surprised when she is settling for an all but labeled ‘arranged marriage’ to an asshole that Jisung knows doesn’t love her. Not like he does. Can Jisung convince himself to go after what he really wants and take the risks that come with it? Can Y/n face the facts that what she has wanted has been in front of her all along?

Genre: romance, fluff, angst, non-idol!au, bestfriend!au, friends to lovers!au, wedding crasher!au, Fem Reader

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“Please, come today!”

Jisung sighed over the phone. “Y/n. I have no knowledge whatsoever about dresses. Especially wedding dresses! They’re all white! What’s the difference?” I could hear the murmurs of Changbin and Chan on the other side of the line. “See. I will be no help at all!” Despite the negative connotation of his words I could hear the tiny smile in his voice.

“So, we’re meeting outside the shop at five.”

“Y/n, I’m not going.”

“2146 Chyeongsong Ave, got it?”

“Yes, I’ve got it.”

Letting out a happy laugh I hung up on my best friend, sure that his attendance could be accounted for. The wedding was three months away. Jiho, my fiancee, had no desire for a big wedding and it seemed the sooner we were married the happier he would be.

But, I had always dreamed of a magical wedding with hundreds of people watching me marry the man of my dreams. So, we compromised. He said I could plan as big I wedding as I wanted as long as I could get it done in three months and he would pay for it.

Jiho was the son of one of Seoul’s big company presidents. His family was very kind and seemed to welcome me with open arms despite my less than formal upbringing. Jiho grew up in a penthouse apartment and went to the best university in Seoul.

I grew up in a tiny house in the rundown suburbs next door my best friend, Jisung, and busted my ass to get scholarships and pay my way through a cheap college. Jisung was beside me in all the big moments in my life. He was my best friend and I loved him more than anything.

“So, what did he say?”

Sooyoung’s head of curly dark hair popped over the cubicle divider separating our two desks. I laughed and gave her a thumbs up. “You doubted my power of Jisung persuation?”

“Never. You could convince that boy to run around Gangnam with his shoes on his ears and screaming at the top of his lungs if you wanted to.” Laughing at the thought, I turned back to my computer, desperately watching the minutes tick by before I would get to start searching for my wedding dress.

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A slightly chilling breeze blew across the street. Jisung regardless of his lack of enthusiasm on the phone picked me up from work to walk with me to my dress appointment. My mother, other best friend Yuri, and Jiho’s sister Bo Rim were already waiting outside. Everyone greeted us with a smile as we walked up. My arm was looped with Jisung’s and my hand was stuffed in his jacket pocket since it was cold. 

 My mother smiled and embraced Jisung with a kiss on the cheek before motioning us inside. My entourage and I were quickly greeted by a consultant. “Hi! My name is Hyunsoon, I’ll be your consultant today. You must be the gorgeous bride, Y/n!” She smiled looking me up and down before glancing at my arm linked with the man beside me. “And is this handsome young man your husband-to-be?” 

 Jisung shook his head dark hair falling in his eyes. A tight smile sat on his lips as he answered the woman. “No, I’m just the best friend. I’m not going to stay for the whole appointment.” She nodded looking at Jisung with new eyes. “I want to be surprised. Regardless, Y/n will look radiant in whatever she chooses.”

 After a few questions about my wedding Hyunsoon led me back into a dressing room and my family and friends to a couch with mirrors around it.

 “Are you excited for your wedding?” She asked with a kind smile, placing dressing on the wall of the dressing room for me to see.

 “You could say that,”

 Her brows furrowed. “You don’t sound very excited?” I shrugged and laughed nervously. The dresses she had picked out were very pretty. Sensing I had nothing more to say on the topic she helped me into the first dress. 

It was weird to see myself in the garment. I watched her fix the dress with clips so it would fit as it should before looking over to me. The dress was more of a ball gown style. It poofed out just above my hips and was strapless with a sweetheart neckline.

“Do you want to go out and show them?” I nodded and helped her pick up the many layers of tulle skirt. Hearing fabric brush against the ground as we walked out of the hallway, the heads of my entourage turned. Several smiles were seen from my view in the mirror as I stepped up onto the pedestal.

 I gazed once again at the dress in the mirror. It was a gorgeous gown; there was no doubt. Feeling ready for their opinion, I turned around to face the peanut gallery. “What do you think?” My mother was quick to gush over the skirt. Bo Rim and Yuri both raved over the shiny beading on the bodice. Mrs. Nam, Jiho’s mother seemed to like it just fine. My eyes fell on Jisung who said nothing. He looked at me, arms crossed and fingers brushing over his bottom lip. “Ji?”

 “It’s....nice...”

Struggling not to laugh I replied, “One of the most incredible song writers I know and the only thing he has to say is ‘nice’?” My friend chuckled and his stare raked over the fabric before looking back up at my face.

“It’s not you. You don’t look like you. You look like some frilly puffy marshmallow girl.”

From anyone else the comment would offend but all I could do was laugh. “He’s right this is definitely not me.” Nodding the consultant ushered me back into the dressing room. Five dresses later, nothing felt right and I was beginning to get stressed out. “What do I do, Hyunsoon? Nothing feels right. I’m not feeling those....fireworks.” The beautiful woman looked at me in question. “Sorry, it’s something Jisung and I say to each other. It’s like our wish for the other to find so much happiness that it feels like...actual fireworks.” I explained with a light laugh. 

She sat down on the floor with me, moving the short silk robe further over my thigh, a gentle gesture. “Tell me more about your fiancee,” She kept her hand on my knee and rubbed soothing circles on my skin.

“Ummm....well...his name is Nam Jiho. He’s really nice and very very smart. Like holy fuck, he is insanely smart. He spends most of his time at work and he really likes to run as well.”

She looked at me expectantly. “That’s it?” I nodded, a little unsure of what else she wanted me to say. “And you love him?”

“Of course! What kind of a question is that? I’m getting married aren’t I?” Though I smiled, she could tell there was the smallest bit of insecurity. She thought for a minute tapping her fingers softly on my knee.

I felt somewhat lost among the mountains of white fabric scattered about the room. “Okay then! Whose opinion matters the most to you out of everyone you brought with you today?”

“Oh- Jisung. Of course.”

“Tell me about Jisung,”

A hefty sigh left my lips, but a small happy smile soon replaced it. “Jisung is....he’s like....my person you know? Like anytime I need him- even when I don’t need him- he’s always around. We grew up together. He is my everything. I trust him with more than my life. He’s just....Jisung. He is fully himself and unapologetic about it.” Ilaughed recalling thousands and thousands of memories with him. “He is a total asshole. Way too confident. But, he gets really shy sometimes. He’s also very genuine and has the biggest heart. Without Jisung...I wouldn't be who I am today.”

She smiled and pushed herself off the ground. “I will be right back!” Just as she closed the door, Hyunsoon winked over at me and left me alone in the dressing room.

❃

Jisung’s POV

I was beginning to feel restless. Y/n hadn’t come out in at least thirty minutes. My leg was going to bounce off my body at this point. Unable to sit still any longer I pushed myself off the plush couch. It was getting harder and harder to control my heart seeing Y/n walk out in all these gowns knowing she was going to marry another man.

Wandering through the labyrinth-like rows of white frocks, I found myself thinking once again about Y/n. Not bothering to cage my thoughts they ran wild with daydreams of Y/n choosing dresses imagining what I would think of her walking down the aisle. Her smiling at me instead of that asshat, Jiho. 

Turning down an obviously dead end, my eyes fell on the mannequin standing in the center of the row. A delicate dress hung on the figure.Tattooed lace around the bodice and down the front of the gown to the hips fading like waves on shore. The back was low and open and my mind filled in the gaps, picturing Y/n’s soft skin laying beneath the fabric. My fingers brushed over the long thin sleeves. 

The sound of the a door closing snatched me from the my tantalizing reverie. “Oh- You’re Jisung right?” The woman asked walking closer. I recognized her as the one helping with Y/n’s appointment. I gave her a short nod, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jacket. “I actually need your help.”

“Anything for Y/n.” The beautiful woman’s brow quirked up and a smile slid onto her painted lips. “I mean....anything...for the bride.” 

Her tongue slid over her white teeth. There was so much white around, my head was starting to physically hurt. “Uh huh. Anyway! Y/n basically hates everything not only I have picked, but also everything she’s picked.” I stood waiting for the part where I could possibly help. “She trusts you. She wouldn’t stop talking about you.”

“I’m sorry....I don’t see how-”

“I see you’re looking at dresses. Have you seen one that you like? Maybe....one you would like...on Y/n?” My eyes fell to the floor, glancing over at the mannequin briefly. My quick gaze did not go unnoticed by Y/n’s consultant. “Well...Jisung....don’t you have good taste.” She walked over to dress form and checked the price tag before giving the gown a once over. “Revealing taste too....” She sang with a smirk. 

I looked away rubbing the back of my neck, the area feeling very itchy all of a sudden.  “I-I- uh...the dress just seems like her. It’s very.....mesmeric. Her.” 

“She did say you have a way with words.” Hyunsoon, I think her name was, walked over to one of the racks pushing past dresses until she pulled out one I assumed was in my bestfriend’s size. “Go sit back down! I know she’s going to love this one.” 

My head tilted back and I let out a sigh. As much as it pained me, I knew seeing that dress on Y/n and knowing it was ‘the one’ would be it for me. I’d snap and in front of all her family, soon to be and current, I’d confess how much I loved her and that I didn’t want her to marry that dick. I’d ruin what would be her perfect happy ending. Well...in her words....her ‘Moderatley-Happy-Fiancially-Stable Ending’.

“Actually...I’m gonna head out. I know she’s gonna love it. Tell her I hope she gets her fireworks.”

Willinging myself to start moving, I walked past Hyunsoon and towards the door, only stopping once. A glimpse. I caught only a glimpse. The door of Y/n’s dressing room opened and I saw the bright smile on her lips as she looked at the dress being brought to her. “That’s your last look, Han.” I mumbled under my breath. “Now turn around and walk out.” 

With every ounce of willpower left in my body, I did.

❃

The TV droned in my rundown apartment. My two closest friends, outside the one I was deeply in love with, were half drunkenly lounged in my tiny living room. I scowled at the television, taking another drink from the bottle in my hand. 

“Dude- slow down. That’s like your sixth drink.” The eldest chided, tossing a balled up fast food wrapper at my head. 

Ignoring the fellow musician’s advice, I chugged the rest of the beer shooting Chan a look. “Chan let him be. You know what tomorrow is.” Changbin sighed. Turning, I found him hanging off an armchair upside down, scrolling through his phone. It was silent for a while until the inverted boy spoke up again. “I still don’t get why she’s marrying that douchebag.”

Knowing where this conversation was going I escaped to the kitchen, preoccupying myself with grabbing another beer from the fridge. the other two boys paid me no mind and continued the discussion as if I was invisible. Chan’s attention turned back to me as I plopped down next to him on the dusty old couch. “Han, didn’t you say you caught the guy cheating like....multiple times....” 

It was true. I had caught Jiho not once, not twice, not even three times, but four times I had got him with other women. Jiho liked to go out to clubs. The scumbag would pretend that he was working late so Y/n would be none the wiser, then he would stay out until three in the morning drinking and getting with random girls he met. The bastard didn’t even have the decency to frequent establishments he knew I wouldn’t be at. My music career was in the dumps lately and I had resorted to DJ-ing at downtown clubs.

That fucking asshole even had the audacity to flirt with other girl while Y/n was around. She had invited me out with the two of them for drinks  after a promotion at work. The second she leaves for the bathroom Jiho starts making moves on the waitress. Right in front of me. 

“Yeah....well, there’s nothing I can do about it.” On multiple occasions I had tried to tell Y/n about her terrible fiancee. Every time I tried, all I could see was the look of hope on her face. the look that practically begged for me to tell her that Jiho and I were finally getting along. And....I couldn’t do it. I could never do it. 

“Boo hoo. Horton hears a bitch ass liar!” Changbin slurred from his awkward position. 

“What?”

“That is quite possibly the biggest lie you have ever told.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Chan yanked the beer out of my grip and handed me a water bottle instead. “Oh and what do you suppose I do then?” I managed to get the words out before Chan less than gently shoved the water in my face. 

The man beside me sighed and shifted to face me fully. “You love Y/n. Yes or No?”

“Yes.”

“She needs to know that.” I shook my head. No, she did not need to know that. I was not going to be the reason Y/n ruined her chance at a good life. Looking around my apartment I saw nothing but disappointment. Most months it was hard to make rent and I could barely afford to do anything but the bare necessities. She deserved better than what I could give her. “We all know Y/n is only settling. This is definitely not the fairytale ending she always talked about.”

“Chan, there’s no such thing as fairytales. Even Y/n knows that.” Inwardly, I grimaced at my own words. Had Y/n been around to hear those words I would have been slapped upside the head. 

“How do you know that? Do you have proof?” Changbin mused, a drunk smile on his face. “Let’s say this is a fairytale. You and Y/n have to be the main characters! The prince and the princess always get to together in the end! Duhhh!”

Even in my sour and depressed mood it was easy to laugh as Changbin slid off the armchair and landed on his head. “He does have a point, Ji.” Chan said, listing his head back onto the couch. Two of his fingers pushed the bottom of the bottle back up towards my face. “You’re the leading man in your own life, dude. Stop acting like the best friend. If you want her go get her.”

My thumb brushed over the grooves in the plastic . The alcohol was quickly clearing out of my system. A numbness filled my body as I contemplated the options put in front of me. Maybe it was time for me to be selfish. Maybe it was time for me to get what I wanted. 

Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself off the sofa and headed for the door. 

❃

Thirteen hours. Thirteen hours before my best friend’s wedding and I was walking to her house at two in the morning to confess my feelings for her. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I mumbled under my breath. The view of her parents house was growing closer as I walked down the street. Y/n told me earlier in the week she would be staying there the night before the big day. 

Just like so many nights in our teen-dom, a familiar yellow glow from Y/n’s bedroom window illuminated the street below her house. Through the second story window I could see glimpses of movement. For a moment I just stood, doubting all the decisions I made in the last twenty minutes. I could chicken out here. Turn around and go home. She would never know. 

Just as I was about to turn around, I was caught in daze by the image in the window. Y/n stepped into view, radient like a new morning. From the little I could see from the street, she was wearing the dress I had picked from the boutique. Her hair was messily pushed back and strands fell in front of her eyes. The glint of the standing mirror flashed across from where she stood. Her beautiful E/c eyes trained on her reflection. 

She was breathtaking. My chest got tight just looking at her and a cold sweat was born on my palms. I watched as she rung her hands together, nervously twisting the rings on her fingers; a habit we both shared. Y/n let out a shaky breath before returning her gaze to the looking glass, this time with a smile. 

Her delicate fingers reached up and brushed her cheek before they stretched out as if to shake some invisible person’s hand. Her smile grew brighter as she talked to this imaginary person. She laughed and looked truly the happiest I had seen her in a long time. 

My eyes fell to the road, scuffing my shoe on the asphalt. She was happy. No matter how badly I wanted her.....there was no way I was going to take that away from her. Y/n’s happiness mattered more than mine. I could find comfort in the knowledge that she would be happy. That she would be taken care of. That she got everything she deserved. Everything I could never give her. 

Turning on my heel, the cold air and truth bleeding me sober, I walked back into the city away from my happy ending. 

❃

Y/n’s POV

Thirteen hours. Thirteen hours before my wedding and I was questioning everything for absolutely no reason. The rest of my family was long asleep. Yet, here I sat in my wedding dress feeling like everything I was doing, every decision I made.....was wrong. I felt like crying for no reason, my throat refusing to be anything but tight. 

Coming to my feet, I smoothed out the gorgeous gown and walked with no purpose until I found myself staring at the mirror on the far side of the room. The girl on the other side of the glass looked like a bride. Why wasn’t I happy with that?

Standing up tall like my mother lectured many times in the past few days, I pursed my lips and put on a pained smile. “Hi, I’m Mrs. Nam Jiho,” The name felt unclean coming from my lips. Tilting my head, I rubbed my face before staring back at my reflection. I sighed pushing back the feeling of tears begging to spill over. 

“It’s nice to meet you, my name is Nam Y/n.” I shivered, swallowing the last bit of moisture in my mouth. “Nam....Y/n.....Y/n Nam....Mrs.Nam Y/n.” The more I tried to look at the person who I would become the more I felt like crying. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Mrs. Nam Y/n....” Before I could finish the words I broke into tears. Loud sobs filled my room and all I could do was stare at the hollow shell reflected in my mirror. 

My heart ached. The air in the room around me felt heavy, like a weight on my shoulders, pushing me down into the ground. Pushing past the lump in my throat, my eyes returned to the mirror, this time fixating on the photos framing the glass. Pictures of my friends and family.

 My heart lifted seeing a photo of Jisung and me. It was an old picture from highschool, probably taken on one of those disposable cameras you could get at corner stores. His school uniform was slightly too big for his then thin frame. My skirt was just a little too long and my shoes were never quite the right size. We were seated on the bleachers outside the school. Jisung sat on the row above me and let me rest between his legs. His arm was wrapped around my shoulders, as he leaned around to kiss my cheek. I was caught in the middle of a laugh and Jisung looked so happy right next to me. 

I smiled remembering the day from the printed memory. A friend we both had lost touch with had taken the photo while we weren’t looking. We then got teased for days afterwards. My fingers brushed over the delicate fabric of the dress. The dress that Jisung had chosen. Jisung. Almost every happy moment of my life....was tied to Jisung. Taking a step forward, I looked back in the mirror. Sniffing away the tears, I smiled. 

“I’m please to meet you....I’m Mrs. Han Jisung,” 

The smile on my face grew bigger and my heart swelled. Reaching up I brushed away the tears that spilled over before holding my hand as if meeting one of the guests at my wedding. “Jisung and I are so pleased you could come to our wedding,” 

The feeling in my chest had me wishing to cry all over again but for a different reason. I wanted to jump and scream at the top of my lungs the name ‘Han Y/n’. The more I said it, the more I felt like a teenager again. 

All I could think about was Jisung. His dark hair, dyed one too many times, leaving it slightly damaged but somehow still soft. His big, round, doe eyes. The way he told the stupidest jokes. His voice- not just when he sang, but even simply speaking his voice was one of my favorite sounds. Pressing my hands to my cheeks, I pulled away finding them hot. 

“Fuck...I’m in love with Jisung.”

❃

“Okay, I need everyone to give me some fucking space!” I shouted, effectively silencing my dressing room. One by one, my maid of honor ushered the ladies out. I let slip one time that I am having second thoughts and all hell breaks loose. 

Sitting at the vanity, my head fell into my hands. I was dejected. Confused. And obviously sitting with a pretty big headache. I hadn’t heard from Jisung since the dress appointment and he didn’t answer any of my texts this morning. It was like he was avoiding me. Eyeing the champagne on table I contemplated drinking the whole damn bottle then just going through with the event. As much as I wanted to get married, I didn’t want to do it to someone I didn’t love. 

Standing up, I manuevered the champagne filled vessel away from my body and popped it, the sound letting loose a satisfying echo. The bubbly liquid filled the glass flute I picked up. My first sip was interrupted by a knock on the door. 

“I told you guys I needed space! Just fuck off!”

Downing the glass, I turned to pour another one. Drunk ceremony was looking like my best option right about now. The click of the dressing room door opening caused my ears to prick up. “I said fuck off-”

“That’s not very nice language coming from the bride.” 

Jisung stood in the doorway, hesitant smile on his face. His hair was almost styled, pieces still falling loose over his forehead. A black blazer hung over an untucked slightly wrinkled white dress shirt. His slender hands were shoved in the pockets of his blue jeans. 

“Coming from you that’s rich,” He watched me drink in his appearance. “Jeans, Ji? You come to my wedding in jeans and Doc Martens?” 

My best friend rubbed the back of his neck, eyes trained on the carpeted floor. “To be honest....I wasn’t sure I was coming at all.”

I blinked, trying to process the words just said to me. My best friend....the man I loved more than anything in the world...said he almost didn’t come to my wedding. “Excuse me?”

“Y/n....we need to talk....” 

My chest tightened in anticipation as I watched Jisung close the door. He stayed on the opposite side of the room seemingly nervous or afraid to even look my way. A hint of a smile appeared as I watched Jisung anxiously turn the silver rings around his fingers. “Ji, have you been avoiding me...”

Instead of answering, the man’s eyes fell to the bottle on the vanity. He motioned to it, wordlessly asking for a glass. Stepping away, I allowed him enough room to cross and pour a glass for himself. He downed the flute like a shot almost making me laugh at the similarity between us. “Didn’t you want to get married outside? In a forest if I remember correctly?”

“Don’t change the subject, Jisung.”

“I’m not.” For the first time I felt like Jisung really looked at me. His eyes seemed to soften. Before I could once again appreciate how beguiling his eyes were, they retreated back to their place on the floor. “Y/n....this isn’t you. You deserve a fairytale ending. Your fairytale ending. You don’t deserve a shotgun wedding in some church with nobody watching just waiting for the hour de vours to be passed out.”

“I’m not pregnant. This isn’t a shotgun-”

“Please just let me finish, Y/n....”

Nodding, I leaned against the vanity and watched my friend’s hands brushed through his dark locks. The silver hanging from his ears glinted in the bright fluorescent lighting. “Y/n...Don’t....don’t get married.” He seemed encouraged by my reaction, or lack thereof. “I think about you a little more than I should. A lot more actually. For a long time. Y/n/n, I’ve been in love with you since grade school.”

A familiar lump began to form in my throat and a pit formed in my stomach. Gaining confidence, Jisung’s eyes met mine. “It’s been killing me...seeing you with that asshole. I know you’re happy. I know that you’re better off with him. He can give you everything that I can’t, because you deserve to have a nice house. You deserve to be spoiled with gifts and trips. You deserve to not come home every night and worry whether the rent has been paid.” Jisung stopped and stared at the empty glass in his hands. 

“You always talked about fairytales when we were little. Well...my fairytale would just be us. No magic. No princes and princesses. Cause you’re enough for me. More than enough. Y/n, you’re it for me. You’re my fairytale.”

His eyes widened seeing a single tear rolling down my cheek. Before continuing Jisung watched me with shaking hands carefully set the glass flute on the vanity behind me. 

“I- I want you to be happy. If you’re happy with Jiho then I will go out into that church and clap when you get hitched. Because, that's what friends fucking do and that I can give you. But...if there is any chance....any part of you...that loves me at all....even a little bit....”

He gulped, fingers ferociously twisting the rings on his right hand. Not many would believe it, but Jisung was shy. Introverted. It was rare to see him like this. Jisung wasn’t afraid or nervous, but more timid or demure. I could almost see his heart physically stop beating as I opened my mouth to speak.

“I’m not happy, Ji.” He blinked, big, brown, doe eyes trying to understand what I meant. “I want to be. But, I can’t be happy with someone I don’t love. I don’t care about the money or the gifts. I just.....want my fireworks. I think you can understand that more than anyone.”

Jisung nodded dejectedly, shoving his hands into the pockets of the blazer that seemed to be holding itself together with only a few threads. He seemed to not understand what I was saying. “I do....understand- I mean. That’s all I want for you. If you can’t be happy with Jiho or me then-”

“Fuck, Ji. You really are dense aren’t you?”

“What?”

Reaching forward, I twisted the collar of Jisung’s slightly unbuttoned shirt and pulled him closer. Before our lips even touched I could feel electricity in the air, sparking and making room hotter. Finally feeling my lips against his sent my stomach on a rollercoaster; twisting, turning, loop de loops, and free falls giving me the greatest feeling spreading to the rest of my body. 

The feeling of my fingers sliding up his neck, must have brought Jisung out of whatever shock induced daze he was in. Like second nature his arms wrapped around me, cool hands pressing into the bare skin of my back. There was nothing but fire in my stomach as Jisung dragged his lips over mine at a painstakingly slow pace. The man smiled feeling me pull and tangle my fingers in his soft dark tresses. 

“Fireworks?” I asked, pulling away with my bottom lip snagged between my teeth. 

“Millions.” Jisung’s thumb brushed over my cheek before he leaned back in capturing my lips in another death defying kiss. “Did you drive here? I took the train.” He mumbled between kisses.

I laughed feeling happier than any moment before in my life. “My car is out back. You’re driving.”

Opening my eyes, I saw that signature smirk my best friend was famous for. For the first time I knew why my insides did flips when it was directed at me. Lacing his fingers with mine he dragged me from the dressing room and led me through the halls as fast as we could run with one of us in a wedding dress. As we reached the car, slamming the doors shut, the bells in the chapel started to ring making the both of us grin. Jisung leaned over, fastening my seatbelt before kissing my lips like they were his only source of air.

“You make quite the gorgeous runaway bride,”

❃

Masterlist

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Someone's Someone | Bang Chan Oneshot (1)

✎ Genre : CEO AU, Soulmate AU, Fluff

✎ Pairings : Bang Chan X Reader

✎ Word Count : 3.5k words

✎ Synopsis : We all just wanna be someone's someone that we can't live without. At this time, Chan was looking for his. And unexpectedly, he was already tied down to someone.

✎ Warnings : Explicit Language

✎. . . I actually just played my songs on shuffle then Monsta X's Someone's Someone played so.. yeah, I'm inspired. Also, this is my first post in tumblr btw. :)

✎ Parts : 1 , 2

The relaxing sounds of nature enveloped him as a whole. His shoulders less tense and eyes closed as he sat on the cooled sand, facing the burning star and calm waters ahead. Seagulls could be heard in the distance as they caught themselves a dinner to eat. The refreshing cool wind hit his body, slightly making him shiver for a second. Waves, created by the sea and wind, kisses the shore repeatedly. For once, he was far away from worries, stress, fears and regrets. Just him, contented with the company of nature.

As he fluttered his eyes open, he was met with a stunning view of the sun meeting the ocean. The ocean reflecting the sun's visuals as well as the sky above it. Even though the reflection was blurry, it's still pleasing to the eye. Just perfectly imperfect.

However in his opinion, it wasn't stunning as it seems. This secret escapade paradise of his doesn't quite appeal to him yet. A missing piece that could be anywhere on this wide world. That thought kind of bothers him every time.

Sighing, he figured that it was time to go back. He slipped onto his slippers and headed out of his escapade paradise with a head hung low. Hopping on an enormous boulder that happened to break the wired fence and fixated there, having easier access to and from the place than climbing over the fence.

With a last glance towards his escapade, he knew he'll be coming back and that next time will be the scenery he's been looking for, hopefully.

Frustrated with the task at hand, Chan ran his fingers through his blonde locks as he leaned back on his chair and head facing upwards toward the ceiling. Taking a brief break from a whole 6 hours straight of writing and staring at the monitor. Followed by him grabbing his coffee and taking a sip, eyes boring on the monitor. He was just half finished with his paperworks at the time of nightfall, which made him more in distress and felt crammed.

His eyes then wandered around his office, landing onto the view of the opposite building of his company in the end. Where he could see the workers of the Marketing Department bidding their goodbyes to one another, closing the lights and exiting the room. Oh, how much he too wanted to leave and rest right at this moment. Although his belief of 'getting things done before going into slumber' is preventing him to do so (even though he already got a lot of things done). With a sigh, he faced back in front of his monitor and papers, determined to get everything done before tomorrow starts.

" Sunbae-nim, aren't you coming with us? We're having dinner at the Chicken & Barbecue restaurant just a block away from here. " Seungmin asked, grabbing his suitcase below his desk. You leaned back on your chair while stretching your cramping arms and a yawn escaping your mouth.

" As much as I want to, Seungmin, I can't, " You started, rubbing your temples to ease your aching head. " Because our new boss literally gave me 5 thick documents to finish before tomorrow morning without any mercy. And that's just bullshit. I don't even think I'm halfway through it! " Seungmin replied with a chuckle to your short rant, an amused expression written on his soft face. You were having another small mental breakdown as you stared at your unfinished pile of work, feeling your soul escape your body.

" I think you're overreacting. "

" Well, what if I am?! "

Laughing, Seungmin leans his side on your cubicle, looking over at your messy desk filled with sticky notes, papers and pens. " I don't think it's that much. You're lucky that your boss isn't here to hear any of your complaints, " He muttered as he took a peek at one of your documents. You scoffed, not my fault that I'm not as good as you.

" Hear what? "

Frantically, you immediately hide yourself behind your cubicle and pretend that you were focusing on your work. On the other hand, Seungmin casually brushed his navy blue coat with his palms and lifted himself off from the cubicle. Making it all seem like nothing happened.

" Oh, it's nothing, Ms. Ka- " Seungmin paused as he met the owner of the voice who wasn't the person they were expecting to be there. " M-Mr. Bang?! " He stuttered, eyes widened at the blonde headed CEO. Seeing in the corner of your eyes, Seungmin bowed ninety degrees at him as a sign of respect. Even with his heated glare on you, you continued your work like no CEO even entered. Thanks to your cute height, for sure you wouldn't be spotted.

" What are you doing here? Working hours are done. "

Seungmin stood straight and scratched the back of his head. Curiosity slowly arose in you as seconds passed - since you've never met a CEO called by your colleague as ' Mr. Bang ' - although as much as possible, you didn't let go out of hand and kept your focus on the documents silently. The least thing you wanted to happen to you right now is get caught by one of the company's CEO. " I was about to head out, Mr. Bang, " Finding an excuse, he pulled up his sleeve to check the time on his wristwatch. " Uhm.. Yeah, I'm late for dinner. Sorry, Mr. Bang, I have to leave right now. Have an great night! "

With a last bow to the CEO, Seungmin dashed his way out of the building, leaving you alone with your work. The blonde head noticed how the room was still lit up despite it being unoccupied, which he thought. Heading to the switches, everything around you darkened. The only source of light you had was the monitor, and Chan caught it in the corner of his eye.

" Is someone still there? " His voice, catching a bit of foreign accent with it, echoed in the hushed area.

Baffled as he approached that light with a few slow strides, you freaked out mentally. Swiftly but silently, you left your chair and hid yourself underneath the desk next to yours. As he neared your cubicle, you held your breath, slowly starting to feel lightheaded. You don't know what are the consequences if you get caught after working hours since you're still kind of new - got hired just 5 months ago. Dumb you overthink random shit first before even going to the thing called 'common sense' and the rules you heard just goes in one ear then out on the other.

The moment Chan was about to reach your cubicle and take a glance to his right, the sound of marimba playing a soft tune echoed in the room. Stopping in his tracks, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and grabbed it, swiping to the right to answer the call. You let out a hushed yet shaky sigh of relief, your shoulders less tense than a while ago. In your mind played a chant, thanking whoever was your savior.

Chan narrowed his eyes at the back of your cubicle while his phone is still pressed against his ear, listening to the person on the other line's complaints. " I'm on my way. Don't do anything stupid, " Not too soon you hear heels clacking against the polished marble tiles, the noise fainting as he left the room.

It took you a good couple of seconds to get out of your hiding spot (since you had to catch your breath and calm your heart down from the thrill), slightly shaking your whole body first before heading back to your seat and continuing your pile of work. Mentally groaning at yourself.

Oh. My. Gosh. These. Eyebags.

Is the first thing you thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The cause of it appearing badly because you obviously lacked sleep. All due to the time allotted for slumber was consumed by finishing your 5 thick documents that will be passed this morning. You could've cared less if today wasn't a work day, which fortunately for you it was still work day and these damn documents aren't gonna pass themselves to your boss this instant.

Fumbling around in your bag, you found your makeup kit and started fixing yourself. A little bit of touch ups here and there, just a little to look like it's still more natural than a lot to look like a plastic doll barbie.

Once satisfied, you smiled sweetly at yourself just to start your day nicely and exit your household. While walking on your way to the train station, incoherent mumbling leaves your mouth. A train of thoughts clouding you about your worries if you've left something important behind. In all honesty despite of your current good looks, you look stupid or crazy for talking to yourself in public. Well, at least you aren't as worse as someone yelling nonsense.

" I have all my files, identification card, phone, wallet, pocket knife 'cause anything could happen, keys- " you paused as soon as you misplaced your shoes at the edge of the last stair, falling forward. Luckily for you, you caught yourself and regained your balance. Wide eyed, you saw a kid, a giddy smile plastered on his face as he saw your commotion with a lollipop in hand. You felt embarrassed but laughed it off anyway, a light tint of pink decorating your cheeks.

You rushed towards the gates as soon as you realized the time with the card in between your fingers. Three beeps emitted from the machine when the gates opened after you placed the card on the scanner. With a few more strides, you caught up to your train ride as it was about to leave. You sighed in relief and sat down on a vacant bench, head automatically leaning back on the window. Your eyes boring at the ceiling while taking steady breaths after your short marathon on the way.

On the other hand, across you sat Chan. His right leg crossed over the other while scrolling through his phone. He wore a button up shirt, the first two still unbuttoned revealing more of his chest. His navy blue tie hung loose around his neck while his coat is still folded around his arm. His slacks were the same color as his tie and coat and wore black pointed shoes to finish the statement of his overall clothing. Blonde hair locks were scattered around his face but still managed to look stunning and attractive.

You haven't noticed his presence, so did he to you, and the fact that you both don't know each others' appearance even though you go to the same company just adds to the reason for you two's ignorance to one another's existence.

You got yourself to go back to slumber comfortably in your current position although you know when you wake up, you'll be greeted by your neck aching. Hopefully you don't miss your stop while gaining more sleep. The train swaying you lightly from time to time that you found quite relaxing, like a cradle rocking back and forth lightly to put a baby to sleep.

A child was running around the train with a joyful smile, giggling. He only stopped in his tracks when he reached in between you and Chan. His eyes glowed like there were stars decorated around his chocolate brown pupil when he eyed you two. Looking around, he spotted a roll of red thread underneath your bench and grabbed it. He thought it was just right.

With you being the closest, he starts to tie the thread around your pinky finger. You were too tired to even feel his small cold fingers run around your fingers nor the string tighten around it. Once done, he smiled to himself, his dimples appearing on either side of his cheeks and eyes forming into small crescents.

He left your side and skipped over in front of Chan, who was now too deep in thought as he gazed outside the window and his phone tucked in his pocket. Holding the other end of the thread, he wrapped it around Chan's thumb. Chan's body shook in surprise as he felt cold fingers ghosting above his hand and averted his attention to the child. He saw him knotting the red string tightly, strange that he barely even feels the string tightened around his thumb. " What are you doing? " he questioned although the child only responded with a bright smile, followed by a giggle.

The child turned and ran away from him, more giggles leaving his lips. Chan stood up and tried to chase him. But stopped as soon as he saw the child in the distance, dissolving into little particles in thin air and completely vanished in his sight. In disbelief, he rubbed his eyes and looked for the child around his area. Thinking that he was out of his mind, he sighed in defeat. There's no way anyone could do that in reality. It's either I'm insane or living in a fantasy or a chosen one blessed to see ghosts. Maybe, all of the above.

Chan looked down on his thumb, following where the other end lead to. Then, he spotted your sleeping beauty state, the other end attached to your pinky finger. With the sun rising in the horizon, a ray of gold-like light shines through the window, casting a shadow on you. And he thought you looked mesmerizing like that, peaceful and lovely. At least he wasn't tied up with a bitch or a hag.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open as the sun shined upon you. Squinting at its brightness, you raised a hand above your eyes to see more, only finding a red string wrapped around your pinky finger. You examined it, wondering what prank is anyone even planning and why did it have to involve you out of all people. Before anything stupid could happen, you attempted to loose the knot, ignoring the curiosity for a while of where the other end was. Looping and tugging it, even tried to chomp on it with your teeth, but all attempts failed. Well, that's until you gave up, untying it was impossible, unbelievably there's a knot that couldn't be untied. Sounded like marriage when you think about it, but there's the annulment and divorce ruining the picture.

Tearing your gaze at the string, you caught a pair of bewitching dark brown eyes staring back at you. In that particular moment, everything just froze in place. Time has stopped just for the two of you, you thought.

You felt your heart melting, probably from the warmth emitting in your body or from the warmth his eyes give off as you saw little sparks decorating the pupil. Unfamiliar light feathers tickling the insides of your stomach is what you felt other than the heat and that thawing heart of yours. Your mind knew it well that you shouldn't feel this way towards someone who you just met but your body and heart reacted so differently. There's just something about him that made you feel so exposed and vulnerable in his eyes that you couldn't come up with a possible answer to your 'why's.

Both of you didn't notice how seconds turned into minutes, too lost into one another's orbs. That was until the train stopped, causing Chan to break the eye contact and lose his balance. Before his hands made contact on the metal floor, he took a step forward in order to regain his balance which he successfully did. A small chuckle left your lips, eyes turning into crescents as you saw the commotion. He narrowed his eyes at you as the train was back in motion.

Chan fixed his clothes first before asking, " Who are you? ". Grabbing the pole next to him to prevent him from falling again on the next stop.

" Shouldn't I be asking you that as well? " You replied with a gummy smile, which quickly faded when you remembered what's the problem.

" What is this on my finger and why is it connected to yours? What kind of trickery is anyone pulling? Why am I involved in this? " You kept firing questions at him while he stayed there unbothered. Unlike you who did some more attempts to remove the thread, silly you even tried aggressively shaking your hand in hopes of making it a little loose. But no prevail happened once again.

" Just get rid of it. I didn't want this too, you know. " Chan taps his foot impatiently as he eyed your useless attempts.

" I am trying! " You exaggerated. Deciding to bring out the best tool you have for the situation in hand, your hands fumbling in your bag. Once you felt the cool metal on your fingertips, you brought it out and flipped it open.

Chan's eyes widened at the sight of the pocket knife in your palms. " You carry that on a daily basis? Are you insane? "

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. " It's not insane when it's used for self-defense purposes. I'm too nice to be the murderer you're assuming, " You replied, head throbbing as things aren't going well with the charming blonde.

He responded just before the blade and thread were in contact, starting with a scoff. " Yeah sure, nice. Anyone can wear that façade anywhere. "

" You know what, " You started as you withdrew the pocket knife back and glared at him afterwards, pissed off. " You deal with this shit yourself, I'm done with my part and I could care less about this red thread anyway. You look like you don't need any of my help 'cause you look fancier than me and it seems like you're not taking any gratitude towards my kindness. Damn these crazy rich people. " You threw the tool towards his direction and looked away from him, arms crossed. Chan instinctively caught it without getting any cuts despite the fact it's closed, his eyes burning through your figure in fury.

" If I actually got wounded instead from your little stunt, I would've sued you this instant, " He growled, only to be ignored by you.

Irritated by your sudden change of attitude, Chan flipped it open and skillfully ran the blade through the string. Only for it to just fall through like the string never existed, ghost-like perhaps. " It's not cutting, what the hell, " Chan muttered under his breath as he tried a few more times again.

"It's just a string, how could a- " You spoke as you turned your head back to his direction, only to be cutted off as you witnessed the unusual. Mouth a little bit agape in disbelief. The thread didn't fall apart even while the blade was just sitting in between of it on air. Maybe that explains why you could barely even feel the thread wrapped securely around your finger. You could tell that this stunning blonde head was just as puzzled as you were.

" Sir, if you're having any problems that includes this woman, we can sort it out. Just withdraw the knife first please, " a man suddenly blurted out, his voice a little bit shaky. That's when you realized the commotion you both have caused, everyone around you two took steps back away. All had fear in their eyes.

" Wait, you don't see the thread we're trying to cut? " Chan questioned, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. At that, he was more misunderstood.

" There's no thread..? " With that, it got the two of us surprised. Is the crazy one here them, who couldn't see this string, or us, who could?

Chan tried to explain our situation thoroughly but when he was about to speak up, out of the blue, a voice spoke in the speakers. " Please mind the gap, " You immediately grabbed his arm, carried his belongings and dragged him out of the train. Leaving its passengers confused as they eyed us. They might be thinking that you two are idiots.

The doors just shut a second later when you two got out. You felt a bit suffocated for an unknown reason, your hand reaching for your chest where you could feel your heart beating. Panting, you shoved Chan's belongings into his chest. " Are you alright? " He asked as he tried to place a hand on your back, the least thing he could do to comfort you.

But his hand only stopped in mid-air when you took your last deep breath, replying. " Let's just part ways here, " Saying those words felt a bit disheartening at some point, yet you chose to disregard it.

You walked forwards, while Chan stayed in his position, wearing his coat and fixing his tie. Although, something stopped you. As in you couldn't go forwards as much as you force to. Well when you did force yourself, it only tugged Chan towards you. Turning around, he was already eyeing you. " What was that for?! "

Glaring at the thread, you thought out loud, " Is this string telling me, it can only stretch itself approximately at 7 meters?! "

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[petri808]

Request NaLu Natsu cheated on lucy and now he is trying to win her back but she refuses and leaves him and 5 years layer they meet again and get together

Here you go, I hope you like it :)  it worked well for the Day 5 Nalu Week prompt too.  

PS, If anyone is waiting on an Ask request from me, I’m working through them as soon as I can :)     

Pilot Episode, Take Two

@nalu-week Day 5 Trial prompt.  

“Are you fucking kidding me!”  

“L-Lucy, I can explain!”

“We’re done Natsu…”

When she opens her eyes again, the professor was still rambling on about expository writing. She rolls her eyes and stretches her legs under the desk.  This class was such a bore, but it was a requirement for the Journalism degree. Lucy sighs, and props her head up. Why had she been day dreaming about him again?  It’s been almost five years since they’d broken up and while he’d tried to win her back during their remaining months of high school, once they graduated, she’d moved on to college in Crocus and never looked back.  Heck, the only commonality was senior year, shewas now in her senior year of college that is.  

The droning voice of the teacher made it easy for her mind to wander away, back to that final year of school.  First, Natsu had tried the ‘it wasn’t my fault, she kissed me excuse.’  Yeah, she didn’t believe him considering his hand was… let’s just say underthe fabric of the girl’s top.  Then it became the ‘you’re the only girl I’ve loved’line.  Mmhmm, if he loved her so much, he wouldn’t be making out with another girl.  He tried sweet talking, sending her gifts, phone calls and text messages… oh god, the text messages.  She had to hand it to him, Natsu tried really hard to get a second chance, but Lucy hadn’t been ready to forgive and forget.      

There were moments that she almost caved into his pleas because the truth was…  She loved him.  But maybe that’s what hurt her the most and why she just couldn’t open her heart back up to him so soon.  Oh, well, it was ancient history and in less than two months she would be graduating with her degree and moving onto the next stage of her journey.

‘Congratulations Lucy! I knew you could do it <3’

Her cell had been blowing up all afternoon with calls or messages from friends and family wishing her well about graduating, but as she stared at this message, Lucy was dumbfounded. She didn’t recognize the number except that it had a Magnolia area code.  

‘Thanks!  UwU.  Who is this btw?’

‘Just an old friend from hs.’

Well that didn’t narrow anything down.  Lucy had been fairly popular in high school, so the culprit of the cryptic message came from a long list of suspects.  She nibbles at her bottom lip, should she push for an answer or just let it go?  

‘What ur name?’

But no answer ever came. Oh, Well.  With all the parties, packing, and moving from the dorms, Lucy forgets all about the encounter, the message being pushed lower and lower as other’s come through.  Thanks to an internship position her junior year, she’d even landed a job at Sorcerer’s Weekly here in Crocus, effective immediately.  It was a great opportunity and place to start her career.

“Welcome, welcome, welcome!” Lucy’s editor shakes her hand.  “It’s so cool I get to work with you again!”

“Thank you,” she blushes. “I’m very excited to learn all I can from you Jason.”

“Oh, I don’t know, seems you’ve already got the inside track down,” he points to her desk.  “Someone is happy you’re here.  Wish I got flowers,” he chuckles.

Lucy looks at the cubicle and sees a large bouquet of red roses sitting on it.  “Who sent that?”  Jason just shrugs his shoulders.  She walks over with him in tow and finds the card, but all it says is ‘congrats on the new job Lucy’ with no sender given.  

“You’ve also been requested. It’s a really cool one too!!  We’ve been trying to line up an interview with them for months and they’ve told us no until now.  The lead singer asked for you by name.”

“Huh?”  Lucy is confused.  “But I don’t even know any singers.”

“Well he knows you,” Jason winks.

“W-Wait, who is he??”

“As part of the deal for the interview, we’re not supposed to tell you.  He wants to surprise you.  Oooh!”  Jason bounces from foot to foot in excitement.  “I wish I could be there to see it!”

“You’re not coming, I-I have to do my first interview alone?”

“You’ll be fine,” he claps her on the back, “and besides, you did good as an intern, so I know you’ll know what to do.  They’re out of town till next month, the date is written on your calendar.  Get settled in today and we’ll start tomorrow on your training.”

After Jason leaves, Lucy plops onto her chair.  Wow, that had been a rollercoaster!  Monday morning, first day on the job, flowers on her desk, and an interview already lined up. Had she won the lottery?  The date for the interview was three weeks away. Normally, Lucy wanted to know who she will be talking to, get some research in, and that way she’s prepared. She groans, this could turn out really good, or really bad.

Lucy picks up the card again to analyze it and the strangest feeling washes over her.  It reminded her of that text message she received two weeks ago.  She sits back, tapping the card on her chin.  Could it be the same person?  She pulls out her phone and scrolls down to look at it.  The verbiage wasn’t exactlythe same, but the creepy feeling had settled over her, that blaring alarm bell ringing and pointing towards a relationship.

‘Did you send me flowers?’  

‘Yes, did you like it?’

‘It’s very sweet of you, but it’s a little weird not knowing who you are.’

‘…… just think of it as me making amends.  Gotta run now.’

“Oh, no you don’t!”  She’s about to respond when one more message comes through.

‘I’m really glad you made your childhood dream come true Lucy.’

‘Please tell me who you are?!’

And just like the last time, the responses end.  “Ugh!” She drops her phone on the desk.  It was really irritating not knowing who the hell this secret benefactor was, but at least there were clues this time.  They knew about her goal from a young age and ‘Make amends…’  But who needed to make amends?  One blaring choice popped into her mind, but she hadn’t heard from himin years and didn’t think he even knew where she was.  Hopefully she’ll learn who this mystery person is some day.  

Over the next weeks, Lucy trains each day with Jason on the ins and outs of working for a magazine.  Their primary job was doing the interviews, but they worked closely with each of the different departments that puts the whole thing together from the photographers, writers, to the layout designer.  It was tiresome trying to learn so much, but she was having a blast doing it.  

Her anonymous benefactor hadn’t disappeared either.  At first Lucy was annoyed with this person’s seemingly intimate knowledge of her life, but as time progressed, she had to admit each act or gesture was endearing even when she didn’t completely understand what it meant.  From quotes or poems, she once loved to be being sent cute clothes in styles and colors she favored.  The things this person sent her never missed the mark!  They were spoiling her in such a charming manner, and it was driving her heart crazy.  

A knock at her door nearing 10pm, startles Lucy out of the zone she was in late one Saturday evening. “Pizza delivery.”  She hears from the other side.

She didn’t order any pizza. Cautiously, and leaving the chain on, she cracks opens the door, “That can’t be mine…”

“Internet order for Lucy Heartfilia, one medium pineapple pepperoni pizza and a bottle of diet Coke.”  The boy chuckles, “gotta say it’s an odd combo but well it’s already paid for ma’am so you might as well take it.”

Lucy blinks, it’s exactly what she would order, had she been the one who’d placed it.  “Alright.”  She accepts the delivery and puts it on her coffee table with an exasperated sigh. Oh, this had to be the myserious person.

‘Pizza at 10pm?!’

‘Guessed you still write late at night.  You tend to forget to eat when you do.’

She balks and stares at the response.  It was true and all but, ‘look thank you, I appreciate it but you are driving me crazy with this whole secrecy thing!’

‘I promise to reveal myself soon.  Sweet dreams Lucy <3’

On the morning of the interview, she’d shown up to work and to another ‘gift’ waiting on her desk.  Delivered directly by the jewelry store, it was a small gift box containing a charm bracelet.  Of all the presents, this was by far the most expensive to date.  Jason was freaking out just as much as Lucy was over her luck.  Each charm represented something truly special to her.  Ballet slippers from her youth, star is a love she shared with her mother, white dog marked her first pet, pen for a dream of writing, pink heart was her favorite color, but the sixth charm made her heart stop.  A flame.

“No…” she breathes out. “It can’t be.”

“What is it?!”  Jason bounces next to her unable to contain his excitement. “Spill it!”

“M-My ex…. I-I think it’s from my high school boyfriend.”

Jason’s eyes widen.  “Cool!!!  You should wear that to your interview, it’ll look good on you!”

“N-No, I-I can’t,” Lucy shuts the box and slips it into her purse.  She gathers her recorder, pad and pen, “I better get going, the car is waiting to take me to the interview now.”  Then takes off out of the office before Jason could say anything more.

During the whole car ride to the recording studio where the interview would take place, Lucy couldn’t get her heartrate to slow down.  Over and over she replayed all the anonymous contacts they’d had since graduation night.  The clues had all been there, but she’d never let herself believe it.  Five years…. Five years!  Why was he back now?!  And why was she so flustered?!  Ugh! She couldn’t go into this interview with her mind racing like this!  

“We’re here,” the driver breaks her out of her inner rant.  

“Oh,” Lucy looks up at the building.  “Thank you.”

She gets out of the car and a studio personnel takes her straight to a conference type room, explaining along the way that she’ll be interviewing the lead singer of an up and coming band.  The employee asks her to please wait there in the room, he’ll be there shortly.  Lucy fidgets in her seat.  ‘Calm down, calm down,’she chants with her eyes closed, ‘get through the interview, go home and scream…’

The door opens.  Lucy looks up and the person that greets her was the one person she didn’t know if she wanted to see.  

“Natsu…”  She jumps up from her seat as he comes closer.

“Hey Lucy,” he nervously cups the back of his neck.  “Sorry for the…”      

“It was you!” she punches his chest.  “All this time!  All this time…” she hits him over and over as all of the pent-up emotions she’d been feeling erupts, and tears stream down her cheeks.  “Why?!” Lucy finally stops and slumps against his chest sobbing hysterically.

Natsu had expected a harsh reaction, knowing Lucy’d received the bracelet that morning and it gave too pointed of a clue for her not to realize its sender.  He says nothing and simply wraps his arms around her, just letting the woman release everything she’s been holding in for probably the last five years. As her sobs slow, he cradles her head gently against his chest, rubbing small circles along her back.  He buries his nose in her hair, oh, how he’s missed her scent, and kisses her crown.

“I’ve missed you so much Lucy.”  When her only response is a sniffle, Natsu continues.  “I was an idiot in high school to have lost you and these last five years have been empty because of it.  So, I had my manager help me track you down and that’s how I knew about graduation, your new job, and stuff.”

Her voice is soft, and the anger had dissipated from her tone.  “Why didn’t you just tell me it was you?”

“I didn’t know if you would answer if you knew it was me.  I gave up winning you back once when I was too dumb to realize…” he lifts her chin, “so this time I wanted to show you how much I still love you.”

“You do?”

He nods his head, eyes crinkling when he smiles and gazes back at her.  Natsu smooths a thumb over her cheek, “you are still so beautiful Lucy…”

She averts her eyes. It was all so much to take at once. Not only was her ex the anonymous person but finding out he’s a singer in a band that was growing in popularity. How would she know that this was real and that one day some groupie wouldn’t come along, and she’d catch him cheating again?  

Lucy sucks in the corner of her lip as she processes the situation, but Natsu knows that tell instantly. “Lucy, I swear on my mother I will never hurt you like that again.”

“You can’t make a promise like that.”

“Why can’t I?  The fact I haven’t had a girlfriend since you left me should tell you something.  I know now, I don’t want anyone else but you.  And if you still don’t believe me, just ask Gray yourself, he’s still my best friend and knows everything I’ve done this whole this time.”  Natsu takes her hand, “please just give me a second chance Lucy.”

She was so torn.  A part of her still loved him too, and she wanted to believe this could work…

“Okay.”

“Really,” his eyes brighten, “you’ll be my girlfriend again?!”

Damn it his grin was still irresistible!  “Yes,” she exhales and squeezes his hand back, “I’ll be your girlfriend again. But so, help me Natsu if you screw around this time, I will cut something off!”

“Oof,” that sent a phantom pain to his groin, but he couldn’t blame her for the comment.  “You won’t regret it, I swear it.”

Lucy nods and stands up straight, recollecting her thoughts.  “Now that that’s settled, am I still doing an interview or was that just to set up this meeting?”

“Oh!  Right!” Natsu chuckles, “that’s real.”  He grabs her hand and pulls her towards the door, “I’ll introduce you to the rest of the band first…”  

[anothers-trash-my-treasure]

32 + 34 for snafu?💖

*Alright folks I have no idea why this turned out the way it did but I’m rolling with it. I put this in a Uni Students POV because I am one lol so just roll with it and picture they’re high school sweethearts or something. K thanks enjoy btw there’s some slight steamy content ahead*

Merriell’s marriage proposal to me was not your standard proposal. It was... a hot mess to say the least. 

It had started as most things with Merriell do; Hot and Messy. He had come to visit me in the school library while I had a few hours to kill in between classes. He’d greeted me with a quick kiss on the cheek and a ‘hey babe’ before he proceeded to ask me about my day and what I was working on.

I talk wildly with my hands, gesturing and pointing to different books when I noticed his eyes flicking back and forth to my lips and biting his own.

I pause my rambling, my hands flopping down onto the table with a thunk, “Really Mer?” 

A smirk spreads over his lips and he shrugs, “Not my fault you decided to look so goddamn hot today.”

The next thing I know, I’m being pressed up against the wall of a single-user study stall, Merriell’s lips on my neck and his hands down my pants. I can feel his erection through both layers of our pants and I could feel the heat pool between my legs.

“Baby girl,” he breathes, “You are drippin’” 

I moan softly at that, biting at his bottom lip, “not my fault you decided to look so goddamn hot.” I smirk, mimicking his words from not 5 minutes earlier. 

His hands are everywhere, rubbing my clit through my soaked panties, gripping my ass and trailing back up and under my shirt to grab my breasts in a way that never fails to make me whine, all the while his lips attack my neck and jaw. His touch is so intoxicating, the world around us disappears. My hand drifts to the front of his pants, cupping and stroking him through the rough fabric of his jeans.

He grunts around my neck, leaving hot opening mouth kisses there and I know there’s going to be marks, “baby,” he moans, “Please...need you.”

I giggle softly, “we can’t here”

He shoots me a look, “Ya I know that but lord baby, I’m so hard I need somethin’.” 

I’m about to respond but before there’s a knock on the door.

“Study cubicles are for school work only. Not for fornication.” A stern voice comes from the other side, “I suggest you make yourselves presentable and take it to a private location off campus.” 

I push Merriell away from me as the footsteps retreat. He pouts and I can see an argument forming on the tip of his tongue.

“No.” I say, pointing a stern finger at him, fixing myself before exiting the cubicle and walking back to my table with my head down low, flush high on my cheeks.

“Babe,” I hear him trailing behind me, “ya can’t jus’ leave me like this.”

I sit down in my chair, glaring at him, “You brought this on yourself. Maybe we wouldn’t have gotten caught if you been able to keep your hands to yourself!” 

He smirks and I feel irritation bubble in my chest, “Y’know I can’t do that.” He reaches across the table to take my hand in his and it takes everything in me to not rip my hand away. I’m embarrassed and humiliated and unjustifiably angry with him, “Still on for dinner tonight?” 

I purse my lips and untangle our fingers, “No, I’m mad at you now.” 

“Wha-” he stutters, “you’re mad at me?!” 

I regret saying it, full well knowing this means he’s going to be a shit about it and start an argument for argument’s sake. I get ready, preparing my ammo mentally and readying myself to get kicked out of the library. 

“Nooo, baby, ya can’t be mad at me.” He near whines, draping himself on the table and looking at me with pleading eye, “not today.”

I blink.

This reaction is not what I expected. I squint at him, “since when do you care if I’m mad at you? And why today of all days.”

He looks away, starting to fiddle with his own fingers, “No reason,” he lies, eyes darting around the room nervously, “please baby, we gotta go out tonight.” 

I shake my head, he may be stubborn but so am I, “No, Merriell, I don’t want to tonight. I have class late and this essay due tomorrow and I’m mad at you.” 

“Can I make you dinner then?” 

“I’ll probably just eat before class.” 

“Fuck, y/n.” he swears, “Just let me fuckin’ take you out. Ya gotta.”

“Why?!” 

“Because!” He yells, before running his hands through his hair and huffing. He digs in his pocket and pulls out the last thing I expect from him. He opens and sets the tiny blue velvet box down in front of me with a soft thump on the table. 

My breath is caught on my throat and he’s looking down at the table, insecurity rolling off of him in waves as I stare at the beautiful diamond ring sitting in front of me.

“That a good enough answer for ya?” He mumbles.

I let out a watery laugh, my eyes quickly filling with tears, “Merriell Shelton, You’re a dumbass, but you’re my dumbass.”

[imaginedisish]

Bizarre Love Triangle, Chapter 1 (Bandersnatch) (Colin Ritman x Reader) (Stefan Butler x Reader)

|Chapter 2|

A/N: Heyyyy guys!!! Sorry this took so long to get up! I hope you enjoy my FIRST MULTI CHAPTER FIC!!!! It’s based on two anon requests, one regarding Stefan x Colin x Reader, and another about Colin and the reader working for Tuckersoft and falling for each other. To those two anons, I hope this satisfies your requests :) The title is based on the New Order song of the same name, btws... Okay, that’s all! Thanks guys! Enjoy! Get ready for one hell of a bizarre love triangle... 

Summary: You and Colin are best friends, and have been for quite some time. One day, he introduces you to Stefan Butler, and you immediately fall for the emerald eyed boy. However, Colin quickly becomes jealous, and drama ensues...

Warnings: Maybe some language, mega canon divergence, jealous!Colin. That’s it for now...(smut will happen later y'all so just be ready for that) 

Word Count: 2,224 :)

Sunlight creeps through your curtains, the rays stretching their glowing arms across your bed, brushing against your face. You eyes reluctantly open, and you turn over in your warm bed. You look over to the clock. 

7:29 am, it reads.

“Dammit,” you sigh, pushing yourself to sit up. Suddenly, your alarm starts blaring throughout your flat. You groan in annoyance. 

I know when to go out, know when to stay in, get things done, David Bowie sings “Modern Love” from the little clock on your nightstand. You can’t help but dance along. 

“Never gonna fall for! Modern Love! Walks beside me!” You sing along with the song cheerfully, until you hear a knock at the door. You assume it’s just the neighbors complaining about the noise. You trod over to the front door, and open it hesitantly. 

To your surprise, it isn’t the neighbors. A smile stretches across your face.

“Colin!” You wrap your arms around the pretentious blonde boy, and he lets out a small chuckle. 

“You’re chipper this morning,” He says, beaming. You giggle as he hands you a cup of coffee. You open the door all the way, and motion for him to come in. He does so, and you shut the door behind him. 

David Bowie’s voice still rings throughout the flat as you pull out a chair from your kitchen table. Colin does the same, sitting across from you. 

“Thanks for the coffee,” You say, and Colin nods in response. You and Colin were best friends. You had been through grade school with each other, then high school, and even college. You two faced every hardship and challenge life threw at you together. You held his hand when Kitty left him, and when she took Pearl with her. He refused to leave your side when your mother passed away, when it felt like your life was falling apart. You told each other everything, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

Now you two worked as game designers at Tuckersoft, an up-and-coming video game studio. Your coworkers had a bad habit of putting Colin on a pedestal, never telling him the truth or their honest opinions on what it was that he created. The other women working in your office were either head over heels in love with him, or incredibly intimidated by him. The men who worked in your office either wanted to be him, or be liked by him. 

You, however, made sure to tell him the truth. It was almost your responsibility to deflate his ego every now and again. You weren’t intimidated by his abilities, nor would you ever let how you feel about him get in the way of work. You cared about him too much to allow a game of his to flop, so you always gave him your honest opinion on everything he produced, and he always listened. 

“Oh, I forgot something!” Colin says as he reaches into his army green messenger bag. He pulls out a plastic bag. “I picked this up for you.” Colin smiles, passing the plastic bag over to you. 

“You didn’t have to do this,” You say, your gaze meeting Colin’s deep blue stare. 

“Go on, open it.” Colin beams up at you. You smile back, opening the bag, the plastic crinkling under your touch.

You’re shocked as you pull out a first edition copy of The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, and Transformer by Lou Reed on vinyl. The Bell Jar was one of your favorite novels, since you fell in love with Sylvia Plath in high school, and you had been searching for Transformer for months. Unfortunately, you failed to find it each and every time you and Colin went out to search in the shops. You were amazed to say the least. 

“C-colin, h-how…” You trail off, still in awe at Colin’ gift. 

“The Lou Reed is first edition too,” Colin says, pointing to the record in your hand. Your jaw drops. “That was a part of the first batch to be pressed.” He adjusts his silver glasses nonchalantly, sitting back in his seat. 

“Colin this is incredible. You really shouldn’t have done this. I mean it must have cost you a for-,” Colin cuts you off. 

“Don’t worry about cost.” Colin stands up from his seat. “Drinks at the pub after work? I want you to meet a new friend of mine.” 

“Yeah, sounds good,” you say, standing up as well. Colin walks over to the front door. 

“See you at work,” Colin says, giving you a two finger salute from his forehead with one hand, his other on the door knob. You smile, waving goodbye as he walks out. 

The day goes by relatively quickly. Still, you count the hours until you get to leave, looking at the clock every five minutes, expecting an hour to go by each time you take a glance. 

Finally, five o’clock hits. You gather your things, and head over to Colin’s cubicle. 

You reach his cubicle, but Colin is nowhere to be seen. His things are gone, and his computer is off. You assume he left early, and was most likely already at the pub. You make your way out of Tuckersoft, and onto the streets of South London. 

You put your headphones on as you walk down the street, Panic by The Smiths masking the chaotic noise of the city. 

After a short walk, you approach the pub. You take your headphones off, and place them in your brown messenger bag as you pull open the door to the pub. 

A head of spiky blonde hair immediately catches your eyes across the bar, and you walk over to him.

“There she is! The woman of the hour!” Colin says cheerfully, a beer in his hand. You can’t help but let out a small laugh. 

“So who am I meeting, this evening?” You ask, a smile plastered across your face. Colin puts his beer down. 

“My friend, Stefan. He works for Tuckersoft now. He’s that kid producing his own game at home,” Colin states matter of factly. You nod your head. “Here he is now! Stefan!” Colin stands up, waving to someone behind you. You turn around. 

His eyes glow in the dimly lit pub. It’s almost as if they were carefully crafted with millions of emerald gems. His brown hair his a cute, fluffy mess. His pale, thin, red lips curl into a small smile. He nervously waves, and makes his way towards you and Colin. 

“You didn’t say how cute he was, Colin!” You jokingly punching the blonde boy across the shoulder. 

“Hey, that hurt! You better watch yourself, (Y/L/N),” Colin says, making the I’m Watching You, gesture with his hands. Stefan finally reaches where you and Colin are. “Hello, whizkid!” Colin pats him on the back. 

“Hi, I’m (Y/N), Colin’s friend,” You say, extending a hand out towards Stefan. 

“I’m Stefan,” he says, accepting the gesture, taking your hand in his. “Colin has told me a lot about you.”

“Likewise.” You smile at him, hesitantly releasing Stefan’s hand from yours. “So how come I don’t see you around the office?”

“I w-work from home. I prefer working alone,” Stefan says, his eyes still shining brightly. 

“I think I’d drive myself insane working at home,” You say back, giggling slightly. 

“Music and books tend to keep me sane,” Stefan says, a shy smile slowly spreading across his face. 

“What do you listen to? Any favorite authors?” You ask. 

“I like Frankie Goes to Hollywood quite a bit, Talking Heads as well. I love Bowie, though. And of course The Beatles, Lou Reed,” He pauses. You can’t help but grin. He likes exactly what you like. “My favorite novel is probably Bandersnatch by Jerome F. Davies. That’s actually what I’m basing by video game off of. It’s a chose your own adventure.”

“That’s amazing! Davies was a genius,” You say back to the fluffy haired boy. 

“He really was! Well enough about me, what about you?” He says, his shyness fading away. 

You talk about Joy Division, The Cure, The Smiths, Queen, Sylvia Plath, J.D Salinger, Ernest Hemingway, and more. Everything you say, he agrees with. Everything he says, you agree with. You two were really hitting it off. 

Colin wasn’t saying much. His lips practically never left his drink. And when they did, it was simply to ask for another. 

“I’ll be right back, going to hit the washroom,” Stefan says. You nod, and turn back to Colin. 

“Are you alright?” You ask Colin. He turns to face you. 

“I’m fine,” He says harshly, turning his head forward again. 

“D-do you know if…” You trail off. “If Stefan is single?” You say finally. Colin whips his head back towards you. 

“What? Whizkid? No way. You’re not actually into him, are you?” Colin says, anger in his voice. You’re confused as you search Colin’s eyes for some sort of explanation to his rash behavior. 

“Why are you acting like this?” You question, annoyed by Colin’s reaction. Colin shakes his head in disapproval.

“He’s single, sure, fine, whatever,” He says, his cheeks becoming extremely red. You don’t understand what the problem is. Colin introduced you to Stefan, so what was the big deal? 

“Did I do something?” You ask Colin. You and Colin never fought. He never once treated you like this. You were extremely taken back. You frown, upset. Colin recognizes the sadness in your face. 

“No, no. I-I’m sorry,” He says, trailing off. Colin fiddles with his beer, and turns his head back to face the barkeep. “Another, round, mate.”

You see Stefan walking back towards the bar. A few seconds later, he reaches you and Colin, but doesn’t sit down. 

“It’s getting late, I think I’m going to head out,” Stefan says apologetically. You hear Colin mumble a finally, from behind you. 

“It was great to meet you,” You say, smiling. “But don’t go just yet, I have something to give you.” You grab a napkin from the holder in front of you, and you reach into your messenger bag in search of a pen. You quickly write a set of numbers on the napkin, handing the paper to Stefan once you’re done. “This is my phone number, call me.”

Stefan takes the napkin from your hand, beaming with joy. “Y-yes, t-totally. I-I w-will,” He stutters. Stefan says goodnight, waves, and walks away. 

“Y-yes, t-totally. I-I w-will,” Colin mocks as the fluffy haired boy walks out of the pub. 

“Colin, come on. I thought he was your friend. Aren’t you two close?” You question curiously. 

“Well I’m not the biggest fan of my two closest friends leaving me to be a third wheel,” Colin states, annoyed. There was a certain nervousness in his voice that you hadn’t ever heard before. It was almost as if Colin was lying to you. You knew he wasn’t telling you the complete truth. 

“Are you sure that’s it?” You ask, expecting him to say something more. 

“Yep. Now can we get out of here?” Colin puts 15 pounds on the bar top, and hops off the stool he was sitting on. “I’ll walk you home.” 

The walk home was quiet. Colin usually had something to talk about, but not tonight. After a few minutes, you reach your building. 

“Thanks for walking me home, Colin,” You say, smiling slightly. Colin steps forward, wrapping his arms around you. 

“Anytime,” Colin says into your neck, sending chills down your spine. This wasn’t like him. Something was up. You pull apart from his embrace. 

“Get some sleep, okay?” You say to him. He nods in response. He must’ve just drank too much, You think to yourself.

“Goodnight, (Y/L/N),” Colin says, walking away.

“Goodnight, Ritman,” You shout. You make your way into your building and up to your flat, unlocking the door and stepping inside. 

The minute you pass through the doorway, your phone begins to ring. You walk over, picking it up. 

Who could be calling so late? You think to yourself.

“Hello?” 

“H-hi, (Y/N)?”

“Stefan!” You can’t help but smile. 

“I-I h-hope it isn’t t-too l-late,” He stutters nervously. 

“No, not at all. What’s up?” You ask, your smile growing wider. 

“W-well, I-I was wondering if you,” He pauses. “I-if you w-wanted t-to go on a d-date sometime time?” You eyes light up with excitement. 

“Yes!” You practically scream. “I’d love to!”

“Does tomorrow at six work for you?” Stefan asks, no longer stuttering, his nervousness fading away. 

“Yes, that’s perfect, more than perfect, even!” Your heart flutters in your chest. 

“Great. I’ll pick you up at six tomorrow,” He says, excitement in his voice. You give him your address, and solidify the plans. You say goodnight, and hang up the phone. 

Then, your mind lands on Colin. Let’s just hope he doesn’t freak out too much, You think to yourself. How on earth am I supposed to tell him about this?

You try not to think about Colin’s opposition to your newfound relationship as you get yourself ready for bed. 

You were going on a date with Stefan tomorrow, and that was all that mattered. 

[jhalya]

Like I am literally game for anything. That scene in your head that is making you :3 :3 :3, just give it to me! :D

The aftermath - Obi and Shirayuki get separated at the hotel

Obi gets hurt, Zen’s been poisoned and Mitsuhide is injail. Kiki puts on her Basic Instinctdress to bail ‘that idiot out’, Izanatakes one good look at his brother and pronounces him fit to return to work,and Shirayuki has a shitload of paperwork to go through and no Obi. She’dactually marched up to Izana - bloody dress and missing one shoe - to ask wherethey’d whisked Obi away, but he’d just told her - in passing - that he’s somewhere safe.

Safe!

He could be on the moon for all she knows.

‘Have you even gone home? You know, like, get somerest?’ Yuzuri asks from her perch on Shirayuki’s desk.

‘No.’ She’d showered and put on her spare suit and gotto work because she needed something to do with her hands and apparentlystrangling Izana with his Salvatore Ferragamo blue pattern tie was not anoption.

Men kill with guns andknives, Miss.Women poison their victims. General rule.

‘So your plan is to assassinate Izana by burying himunder a mountain of paperwork, is that it?’

Shirayuki grins: ‘These need to be signed off. Intriplicate.’

Yuzuri scrunches her nose at her and crosses her legs.‘You know, you sound just like Obi sometimes. Where is he by the way? I worethis sexy skirt just for him.’

‘You wore that for Suzu.’

‘Suzu doesn’t catcall.’

‘Well, neither does Obi.’

‘Noo, he goes straight for the kill.’

Shirayuki is not about to enlighten Yuzuri that Obidoesn’t really do that either. He teases and he pushes but she has to meet himhalfway. And she can’t do that if she doesn’t know where he is.

Yuzuri does a little shimmy on her desk.

‘Listen. I really think you should  go home, get some rest. Izana is a dick, buthe’s got our back. ’

Home. Not a seedy little motel on the edge of thehighway of the day, with beds Obi mocks, not the uncomfortable seats ofwhatever rental they managed to get their hands on or the tents on that onetrip none of them care to repeat.

None of that - just her own little suburban house andher plants and her picture perfect bedroom with the best posturepedic mattressan Agency salary can buy.

Jesus, Miss, no wonderyou’ve got such good posture. This thing is a dream.

 He’d probably fall asleep the second he’d hit the bed,but a girl can hope - of waking him up, of loving him like he loved her in thebathroom of stupid Touka’s stupid hotel. And then, she’d finally - finally - get him where she wants himmost. Inside. Part of her, as he should always be.

Shirayuki backtracks a little bit at that - Obiis…well, definitely into her, but she doesn’t want to be thinking of anythingmore permanent before…

They’d really should’ve talked this through.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t want to …?

Because he just thought he’d take pity on her and…what was it he said? Take the edge off? She wasn’t a - what was it Yuzuricalled it? A pity fuck? Was she?!

‘Whoaa, whooa there, Snow White! I’ve no idea whatyou’re thinking and I already know it’s bull. You’re tired, you’re not thinkingstraight. Seriously, go home.’

‘No’, Shirayuki regroups and churns out anotherparagraph on unreliable informantsand cross-departmental communication.‘I’m fine.’

‘Yeah. No. Chief?’ Yuzuri hollers. ‘Shirayuki’srefusing to go home.’

You can’t really see Garrack at her cubicle - which isexactly how she likes it, thank you very much - but you can hear her prettywell. ‘I’ll have Ryuu log her out of her workstation.’

Shirayuki’s screen promptly goes black.

‘Wait, no, I didn’t save that!!!’

Somebody flings a phone across the bullpen and Yuzuriexpertly catches it. Before Shirayuki has a chance to find a way back in thesystem, Yuzuri hops off and slides her the phone.

‘Just. Go home. This thing’s been vibrating like crazyfor the past two days.’

Shirayuki stares dumbly at her Agency issuedBlackberry - Our glorious leader isnostalgic, Miss -  and waits for itto power on to an obscene amount of texts.

…

Miss? MISSSSSSSSSSS?

Do you have a cat?

No, really.

Why is there a cat inyour kitchen?

SERIOUSLY, you shouldnot leave pets UNATTENDED.

Have I taught younothing?

 Update on the cat:false alarm. Neighbour’s cat.

Liked  her though.

The cat, not theneighbour.

You know you’re theonly woman in my heart xxxxx

 BTW, you’re welcome.

Linda the yuuka is nowfly free.

It was the compost,you see.

I’m bored, when areyou coming home?

Are you hungry? Haveyou eaten?

What could possiblytake you so long.

…

It’s beendaysssssssss, where are you?

…

Fine, I’m movingupstairs, just so you know.

No more sleeping onthe couch

like the absolutegentleman that I am.

…

How do you not have asingle set of silk sheets?

What kind of barn wereyou raised in, Miss?

Just so you know, Ihave FOUND THEM.

(not the sheets. Stillshocked about that)

you didn’t hide themvery well, though

Honestly, Miss, theold book jacket trick?

You are such a SandraBrown fan, that’s so cute.

….

MY GOD, this mattressis AMAZING.

Almost makes up forthe scratchy cotton sheets.

We’ll need to work onthat

:3 :3 :3

…

Seriously though, whathave I done to deserve such agony?

Look, I’m sorry Icouldn’t save your pretty dress

you can’t still be madat that.

…

Hope you come homesoon.

I’m bored.

…

Your spice cabinet isa disgrace.

I’m taking youshopping just as soon as I stop bleeding

(you might need newtowels as well, just fyi)

Re: towels, highthread count, Miss.

You so thrifty.

…

Desperate time, Miss.

I’m breaking out yourLe Creuset set.

And just so you know

I’m not big on washingdishes

…

Shirayuki makes it home in record time.

She barely remembers to kill the engine before she’sout of the car, house keys at the ready.

It takes her three tries before she makes the key fitand when she’s finally in, it’s like she’s never left home at all.

The house is warm and Shirayuki dares not contemplatethe heating bill for the month.

The radio is on and she can hear Obi singing alongwith Cardi B from the kitchen.

Now I like dollars, Ilike diamonds

I like stunting, Ilike shining

I like million dollardeals

Where’s my pen? BitchI’m signin’

I like thoseBalenciagas, the ones that look like socks

I like going to thejeweler, I put rocks all in my watch

 His moves are far more enthusiastic than they shouldbe for a person with a gash in his side you could fit a fist in but he seemshappy enough surrounded by all her good pots and pans, all the cupboard doorsopen like a scene from Poltergeist as he’s inspecting her subpar pantrychoices.

Food smells good though and her rumbling stomach givesher position away.

Obi turns his bright eyes to her and smiles - hiscomplexion is still a bit ashen  and hishair is sticking out all over the place, a clear sign he hasn’t been sleepingright - but his excitement is genuine.

‘Miss! Where’ve you been? Dinner is almost ready.’

Shirayuki is too tired to keep her professional wallsup - she’s just so… glad, so relieved he’s fine, she tears up a bit. The factthat he’s standing in her kitchen, in her home, the last corner of her life hehadn’t cozied himself up to, makes her happier than she’s ever been since hergrandparents’ death.

‘Obi, I’m home.’

The look he gives her makes her think that she’s beenmissing out on half of the conversation, that she’s been so close all along toeverything she’s ever wanted, really, and yet, so blind.

‘Welcome home, Miss.’

He barks out a laugh, like he can’t help himself andin two long strides, he’s picking her up and twirling her around.

‘Up you go, Miss, ow, ow, ow.’

‘Obi, put me down, put me down!’

With her shoes on, she almost reaches his chin, buthe’s here and he’s safe and sound and she can even put up with the inane jokesshe can see lurking behind his smile. Shirayuki runs her hands through his hair,trying to smooth it down and succeeding only in making a mess, because, damn,the whole texture of him feels good.

‘Hi.’

‘Hello, Miss.’

‘What are you making me?’

‘Chilli shrimp linguini.’

‘Spicy?’

‘Extra…’, Obi kisses the tip of her nose, ‘…spicy’,and then kisses her lips.

It’s wet andwonderful because Obi has no shame and she’s just as hard up for him, for them,for all of this.

‘I thought I owed youdinner.’

Obi grins and tightens the hands on her waist. ‘Oh,honey. You’re providing dessert.’

‘Now. Let’s have dessert now!’

‘Ah, ah, ah - no sex on an empty stomach.’

‘What? Why?’

‘Build up your stamina!’

‘I don’t - ’

‘Enjoy the orgasmic culinary experience!’

‘I’d rather - ’

‘Plus, didn’t I tell you? You’re doing the dishes.’

‘Obiii…’

[sunnysidewrites]

Soulmate!Woozi

Requested by anon: This is going to be an odd request, but if you had seen the Disney short, "Paperman" and could use the idea of it in a scenario with Woozi? If you haven't seen it, I recommend it~

omg so i watched it right after i saw this pop up in my inbox and lemme tell u it was so freakin cute thank u anon for enlightening me with this cute lil short love u <3333 i hope it was what you wanted bb!! also excuse the gross quality of this,, i havent written an actual separate thing in so long but hope this is somewhat decent :))) <3333

REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW SO DROP IN SOME STUFF FOR ME TY TY I HOPE I WONT BE A LAZY ASS AND WILL ACTUALLY DO SOME WRITING

warnings: paper cuts. no paper airplanes were hurt in the making of the process but jihoon sure was

Every day, every single day, was the same old for lil Jihoon

An ordinary office job, an ordinary house, an ordinary lifestyle

Sure, it’s stable. His mouth is fed and a roof over his head hey that rhymes hehe but it’s so dull and lonely

You know that soulmate au where all you see is black and white until you meet them?? Yep. that’s it. That’s the tweet.

But the two people have to actually lock eyes -- it can’t just be someone seeing the other across the street

All of his friends are slowly marrying their soulmates and jihoon is just like hahHAHAhahaha guess i’ll marry my boring as hell job!!!!!

You’d think jihoon is most likely to marry his job right??? Mmm yeah that only applies if he likes his job sigh poor dude

Probably the most eventful thing that has happened to him in the past four years is “spicing things up a bit” amd spreading strawberry cream cheese on his bagel rather than regular cream cheese :(((

He needs some EXCITEMENT!!! ADVENTURE!!!

Can’t really do that when you’re stuck in a cubicle from 8-5pm can you smh

He didn’t expect -- ok well he probably did actually -- to have a painstakingly slow and mundane life when he moved to the city those years ago but it’s not like he can complain about having a stable life,,,, right?

You’re in the same slump as your soulmate without even realizing it

You landed a job at this fairly large corporation, and the pay was enough for your everyday living expenses

Each day, you stood before your reflection in a cute yet professional suit

You thought that this was what you’ve always wanted to be: a successful career person

Yeaaaa that’s not working out like you imagined it would be :(((

It sucks even more since you only see black and white so the boring factor just amped up by x30 more sigh rip you reader

Anyways, Jihoon was at the subway station as per usual, waiting for his 7:30am train to come

He’s carrying a huge stack of papers nECK HIGH so when the top paper starts blowing away he’s like oH NO NONOONO

Luckily (or is it unluckily?) the paper lands right in front of your face and he’s like oh,,,,, crap. There’s a bright red lipstick mark smack in the middle of the page LMAO

He wants to reach out for it but his hands are a little busy at the moment, but fortunately you laugh it off and place it back on his pile

He’s relieved as h*ck that you didn’t go nuts and tear his head off

It’s also a nice bonus you’re hella cute too ;))) some nice eye candy in the morning for the both of yall

You don’t quite make proper eye contact,,, it’s more like one of yall are looking at the other only when the other isn’t looking back

He’s about to work up the courage to say something to you, but as soon as he turns back to you, you’ve disappeared!!!

You lock eyes again on either side of the train and then it’s farewell T_T

The next few weeks he’s going INSANE and thinking about you no matter how much he tries to bury himself in his work

Quite literally. Those papers just keep multiplying rip jihoon

His boss is just like ohmYGOD WE DON’T HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD GET A MOVING!!!!

One day when he’s at his desk, his boss --

You guessed it

-- plants down a new stack of papers

Is this some daily ritual or smth idk man

Truth be told, he kept that paper with your lipstick mark on tucked in one of his desk drawers as a friendly reminder of the lost opportunity he screwed up on :))) good job my dude

He sighs and turns his head to stare out the window for a moment when he nearly jumps oUT OF his skin

There you are in your nice and polished suit, sitting in the room diRECTLY ACROSS FROM HIM IN THE NEXT BUILDING

He tries waving and just about anything to get your attention, but you’re too absorbed in engaging with someone else so he’s frantically trying to come up with another method

And there it is. He looks at the pile of papers and a lightbulb goes off

45 pages of paper airplanes later, you stiLL haven’t noticed anything rip all those airplanes failed. The closest he ever got sailed right in the back behind you but you didn’t notice it :’((

Soon, he uses up aLL his papers and his boss catches him doing some weird stuff so he shuts down the window and forces him to focus rip jihoon no one is on his side. On top of giving him another stack of documents ofc

Him: this is so sad alexa play i won’t give up on us

Anyways he tries to go back to his work but when his boss leaves he’s back to those airplanes

He runs out again and this time he’s like ok. I have no choice but to use The Last Resort

He makes a final airplane using the lipstick paper and IT STILL FAILS RIP BYE END OF STORY

He sighs frustratedly and gives up but since this is based on the disney short, some magical stuff happens LMAO

All of his failed airplanes come to life and ATTACK THE HELL OUT OF HIM WHEN HE TRIES TO LEAVE

Simultaneously, the lipstick airplane also comes to life and is discreetly flying through the city to catch you when you’re walking back to the train station to head home

Jihoon’s airplanes are viciously attacking him -- ngl looks pretty painful -- but they’re pushing him towards your direction all while your special airplane is leading you to him!!!

The city onlookers are freaked tf out seeing a man with 20 airplanes attached to his body and attacking him but a plane’s gotta do what a plane’s gotta do right folks??

Jihoon tries to move out of the train that the planes pushed him onto but they firmly hold him back the poor man

You’ve been following this lil lovely plane for a while now and just when you think of heading back, you meet a very familiar man but he’s… completely covered in airplanes

The boy keeps struggling against the planes and it’s super hard to walk and see when all he sees are blurs of flying white around him but he comes to a sudden halt when he sees the face he’s been thinking about for weeks

All the planes on his body slowly fall down and the second you lock eyes, colors just bURST into your vision

You’re not sure how the airplanes did their magic, but it’s definitely the least of your worries rn

He shyly chuckles and rubs his hand on the back of his neck, a tinge of pink coloring his cheeks (which you can NOW SEE YAY)

You look at the gigantic pile of airplanes crowding his feet and you can’t help but giggle when you connect the dots

“Did you really spend that much paper and time folding all of these?”

“It’s… a long story, but I’m glad I did. I think I have a bunch of cuts from them jamming into me earlier tho :(“

“Hmm, how about we properly communicate over some dinner?”

He smiles boyishly and nods in agreement

“As long as there’s no lemonade involved”

[floral-and-fine]

A Sweet Feeling

Matt the radar technician x female reader

modern AU

Warnings: smutty NSFW

Summary: Matt develops a crush on a coworker, y/n. (I hate coming up with titles btw, lol) I might write a part 2.

Matt bit his lip, trying to stay as quiet as possible. He didn't want to disturb the person in the stall next to his or draw any attention to himself. Matt unbuttoned his pants shoved them down. He threw his head back as his hand took hold of his dick. He hummed, as he stroked his cock.

Matt couldn't help but imagine y/n, her lovely delicate fingers wrapped his cock, slowly pumping it. Her tongue licking her lips. Her eyes looking up at him.

Matt held back a moan.

His hand sped up, pumping faster and gripping tighter. The idea of her wanting him, wanting his cock, wanting his seed, put him over the edge.

He came, his cum spilling on to his hand. He grabbed some toilet paper off the roll, quickly wiping off his hand and cleaning himself up.

Matt sighed, recovering from his orgasm. That was the third time already today, and it was barely 11am. He stood up and exited the bathroom stall. He paused, looking at himself in the mirror, his cheeks were tinted pink and his forehead was glistening with sweat. Matt removed his glasses setting them on the sink counter, and splashed some cold water on his face.

Finally returning to his desk, Matt tried his best to focus. He stared at his computer screen, typing numbers away. He rubbed his neck, it was starting to ache a little from being hunched over. Matt shuffled through the papers on his desk, looking at different charts and data. He started adding the new information into the system when he heard y/n's voice.

She had just dropped off some papers at the cubicle next his. Matt gulped, watching y/n stroll by. How could she be so cute, beautiful, and sexy all at once.

In the short amount of time that Matt had known y/n, he had fallen for her hard. Everything about her made his pulse race and his stomach flutter.

Even though she had just started working there a month ago, everyone in the office already liked her. She was hardworking, friendly, sweet and always smiling. Matt doubted that she even knew he existed. They really never got a chance to talk yet. But he had noticed her, it was impossible for him not to.

Once y/n was out of sight, Matt returned to work.

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Matt reread what he just wrote, then immediately tore it out of his journal and tossed it in the waste basket with the other failures. He picked up his pen again and started jotting down new lines. It didn't matter how many hundreds of failed poems he'd have to write as long as one captured perfectly what he felt. Matt was so focused on writing, that hours had gone by. He yawned stretching his arms above his head, and laid his pen down. The red numbers on his digital clock flashed 1:26 am, he decided it was time to retire for the night.

Matt stripped down to his boxers, putting his dirty clothes in the hamper. He turned out the light, and climbed into bed. Matt slipped off his glasses placing them carefully on his nightstand.

As he rested under the cover of his blankets, his mind was still wrapped up in y/n. He wondered what she was doing this very moment. She was probably wearing the cutest set of pj's curled up in her bed fast asleep. 

Matt thought about how soothing it would be to lay beside her and listen to her breathe. To feel her warmth beside him, instead of just empty space. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine how sweet her sleeping face would look. He thought about how wonderful it would be to fall asleep while looking at y/n's peaceful face and for it to be the first thing he sees when wakes up.

Matt wrapped his arms around one of his pillows, pulling it close to his chest. He buried his face against it. His mind continued to think of what a romantic relationship with y/n would be like until he fell asleep.

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Matt kissed y/n deeply, her lips parting open allowing his tongue access inside her mouth. Feverishly, he explored his tongue roaming across her's. His fingers groped at her breasts. She arched her back, her nails running down her back.

'Y/n...' Matt moaned, as his hands slid up her thighs. He positioned himself between her legs ready to ---'BEEP BEEP!'

Matt's eye snapped open. His alarm by his bed ringing loudly. He rolled over and hit the snooze button. Matt sighed laying back down, his dream was just getting good. Images of y/n writhing underneath him were still fresh in his head. Her perky breasts jiggling, her thighs wrapping around his waist, her mouth hanging open panting his names. How he'd love to just taste her and feel her against him...

Matt looked down at his groin, the front of his boxers was pitched up like a tent. He pushed down the elastic band freeing his cock.

It didn't take Matt very long to cum, the first one of the day never did. Once Matt had caught his breath, he rolled out of bed and proceeded to get ready for work.

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His morning then took a turn for the worst. Traffic on the way to work was more horrendous than usual. Matt stopped at a fastfood joint to order breakfast but they ended giving him the wrong meal. By the time he got to work he couldn't find a decent parking space. Then while trying to get out his car he spilled his coffee all his polo.

"Hold the elevator please!" Matt called out, a hand stopped the doors from closing.

"Thank you," Matt sighed finally at least something went right. He shuffled into the elevator. Matt blinked a few times, there in front of him was his angel, y/n with her hand in front of the doors to keep them from closing.

She was the only other person in the elevator.

"Good morning, Matt!" y/n greeted cheerfully.

"Good morning," Matt smiled to himself, his morning just got a whole lot better. He glanced over in her direction, she looked lovely as always. He'd find someway to tell her how he feels, one way or another, through letters, poems, or maybe one day he tell her out loud.

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[cbk1000]

So, my sister came over to our apartment today and we had a good long bitch about the work situation, and I found out a little more, although she can’t give me very many details because she promised our boss she wouldn’t say anything to me.

Firstly, let me just clarify: I keep referencing ‘our boss’ and then referring to a ‘she’ and ‘he’--I can’t remember if I mentioned this, but the clinic is run by a husband and wife, not one gender fluid manager who is being kind of an ass.

So, back at the beginning of September my sister first asked about her raise; she asked the wife (I’ll refer to her as ‘C’ from now on, and the husband as ‘L’ to avoid confusion instead of just referencing ‘our boss’), who said that she was right in the middle of taxes, so she’d have to look at it next week. A legit excuse; I know she’s always really harried during this time, and I don’t blame her for wanting to just get that out of the way first.

My sister didn’t hear anything more about it, so in October she popped in to remind C about it, thinking she may have forgotten because she was so busy. C said she had actually forgot about it till a few days ago, when she’d asked her husband. She said it was in discussion, and that they were talking numbers, which very heavily implies the raise is a sure thing, it’s just a matter of hashing out exactly how much it’s going to be. So, apparently, back in October, the raise was all but decided upon, it was just a matter of settling dollar amounts.

A few days ago when I first posted about this situation (Dec. 4th, my archive tells me), she had gone in to C’s office to ask yet again about the raise, because she first inquired about it three months ago, and was starting to get irritated, feeling as if she were being put off. It was then that C told her all this stuff. I outlined the basics in this post, so I won’t rehash it now. 

C is very upset, basically. She did not want to tell my sister any of this because she was hoping to just delicately handle it behind the scenes, but I think she felt she couldn’t put her off with some lame excuse since it had been three months since my sister initially asked for the raise. There are some gaps in my knowledge of events because my sister told me just enough to avoid breaking her promise to C, but essentially, L is fed up with people bitching about us even though none of the complaints actually have anything to do with our productivity and the quality of our work, so we’re basically being punished because fellow co-workers are whiny shitbabies. C is trying to get the raise, but she is not entirely sure how to go about it because once L gets something in his head, he can become fixated on it; he also will act like nothing’s wrong for a long time and then suddenly be super pissed about something minor (this is not just her trying to play Good Cop and make it look like she’s on our side, I’ve seen it happen many times). 

We assume C did not want my sister telling me the whole story because she knows I am very confrontational, and she really, really does not want us to leave, and I think she’s afraid I’d be justifiably pissed if I knew everything and would get into a blow-out with L that would end either with A. Me quitting on the spot B. Him firing me on the spot. My sister said she was clearly very upset and is obviously worried this is going to result in one or the both of us leaving. I know she really does not want that, because back in 2014 I asked for a raise a few months before I left on my trip, and one of the first things she said was, “Yes, we can definitely talk about that; L and I most definitely do not want to lose you”; I hadn’t implied (or at least I hadn’t intended to), that I would look for another job if they didn’t give me more money, but me leaving was her first concern, and within probably a week, my sister and I had both got a raise.

I do not want to punish her, and L is not a bad person, but his management skills are often severely lacking, and as I said in a previous post, if he is going to cater to the asshole employees who are always causing problems and punish the good ones who show up on time, do their job without getting into personal conflicts or constantly wasting his time with petty complaints, then I think he needs to see that there are repercussions. People will eventually get fed up, and I don’t think either one of us deserves to be treated this way. My sister said she thinks he feels safe doing this because we’ve been there for so long, and he just figures we won’t leave, but this is pretty much the straw that broke the camel’s back for me, and I’m trying to persuade her to look into other opportunities as well. We have been fed up for a while that some of the doctors upstairs are basically dictating how the filing system is laid out when we have told L over and over again that they (and he) are cluttering up the system with redundant categories that we already use, categories that will be used once in a blue moon, and just in general making it more of a pain in the ass to navigate; there are not the ones who have to navigate all these categories, so I think our opinions on it should carry some pretty hefty weight. We have spoken with him about this several times, and each time he agrees with us, complains about what a pain in the ass it is to deal with people upstairs, and then just goes back to doing what we asked him no to do, so sitting down and having a candid discussion with him is not an option; we’ve addressed problems with him before, and he just keeps caving to whoever whines the loudest/most. I could play that game, but I have better things to do with my time, and I’m not going to try and outshout everyone else when I have a job to do and can make much better use of my day. Also, I’m a fucking adult, not an incontinent fucking preschooler. 

It is infinitely crappy that the raise it sounds like he was prepared to agree upon back in October is now being held hostage because he is fed up with some jerkoffs complaining that we talk to each other instead of staring blankly at a windowless cubicle for eight hours a day and run movies for background noise. He knows our productivity isn’t lacking; we have bins full of confidential documents waiting to be shredded, so it’s clear we’re going through a ton of paperwork; and if he wanted to, he knows where we keep the reports: he could check and see that the trays are nearly empty/empty when we leave for the day. The people upstairs also know we are productive and not just fucking around, because when we’re behind, the whole clinic knows: reports aren’t in the charts where they’re supposed to be, people have to call down constantly looking for paperwork, etc. Several of them have commented multiple times on how surprisingly fast we are, so this has nothing to do with anyone being adversely affected, which is the only complaint that should be relevant in the workplace, and everything to do with being petty fucksticks. We don’t even interact with most of these people; we don’t even SEE them because they’re busy upstairs and don’t have time to come downstairs (except when they need to spend 30 minutes of their day whining to C), and we go upstairs only rarely to fax records and check our box for paperwork that’s ready to be filed. Which, btw, is in the nurse’s station, so they see us constantly coming and going and grabbing papers, and are therefore definitely aware that we’re not just sitting around marathoning The Bachelor or whatever. And that’s what really pisses me off about this--whoever is complaining has to know that we are obviously just running shows and movies as background noise, because if we were actually sitting and watching them intently, we’d be way behind and the repercussions of that would be felt upstairs really quickly. If we’re behind, everyone’s behind, basically, since the doctors and nurses don’t have the necessary records to review for appointments, billing can’t find the insurance info they need, etc.

I feel bad for C because I fully believe she is trying her best to handle this in a way that doesn’t screw us over and doesn’t punish us for other people’s whining, but it’s been time for my sister and I to move on for a while, and even though this is shitty, I think there’s a slightly silver lining in that it’s giving us a push to just gtfo.

[jetandthebennies]

The Club

Summary: Sebastian and reader have a habit of teasing each other, but it finally gets the better of both of them

AN: This is my first ever smut so bare with, also this is what happens so please talk to me!! btw if this is shite tell me

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"Another vodka." Your voice broke as you asked the barman, not realising a person was stood behind you.

"Not on the bourbon as usual then?" The deep voice asked, making the you spin around with such force the male had to catch you to stop you from falling.

When you looked up you had trouble figuring out who had caught you. But when the lights flashed you caught the sterling blue eyes that could only belong to Sebastian, the man you'd been having an on and off thing with for months, well if you could even call it a thing. It involved you both teasing the hell out of each other, leaving the other extremely irritable for the rest of the day.

You could remember the last time you were together, you'd been met with Sebastian lounging on your bed waiting for you to get out of the shower, then tracing the water droplets down to your breath before leaving suddenly.

Or was the last time when you visited him on set, giving him a rather awkward situation just when he was due on set.

Instead of glaring at the Romanian (for interrupting your drinking session after being stood up), you smiled, grabbing your shot pouring it down your throat quickly then facing Sebastian.

"Let's dance." "What?"

Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows, completely amazed at what you were saying. Especially considering what had happened the last time you were together.

You grabbed Sebastians arm before he could say no, dragging him to the dance floor.

You turned away from Sebastian, pulling his hands to your hips, then walking back into him. Your ass rubbing against Sebastians jeans, which made him groan at the feeling he had longed for for too long.

As the music changed, so did your dancing, the music became slower more sensual.

Your hips starting grinding more, causing Sebastian's grip on you to tighten, in case you dare slip away. In case this was just another part of your teasing.

Sebastian spun you around, your arms instinctively going around his neck, your lips against his neck.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sebastian asked in a rushed whisper, feeling your lips sucking in his neck and your hand slowly wandering towards his crotch.

You pulled your lips away from his neck with a popping sound, "I'm having fun Seb, but if you're not going to have it with me, I'll find someone who will."

Your hand stopped just before it reached Sebastian's belt buckle, you then began to walk through the the crowd, your hips moving side to side.

A hand grabbed your arm, just as you was about to make your way to some blonde guy who had been staring at you all night.

You found yourself pinned to the wall of a corridor, the tall figure of Sebastian trapping you.

"You're not going anywhere. You are not leaving me in the same situation as last time." He hissed, his eyes darkening with the thoughts that were flooding his brain, the thought of being stuck in his trailer with a boner which didn't want to go, after you'd teased him beyond belief, just to get back at him.

"You don't own me," You whispered back knowing Sebastian was so close you needn't talk any louder.

"You're mine Y/N. You know it. Who else can touch you like me?"

His hands starting hiking up your shirt, a smirk on his lips.

His mouth started to work on your neck, leaving bruises that would not go for days. The kisses became harder more forceful, your mouth wide open unable to make a single sound, unable to feel anything other than the feeling of Sebastians pink lips against your skin.

"Who else can leave you breathless like me?"

His left hand came closer and closer to your bra, until they finally came in contact with the fabric. His long fingers teased the sensitive skin around the straps, until all at once his hands cupped around her right breast.

You let out a quiet gasp, your head falling forwards onto his shoulder, struggling to even make a sound of content.

"Who else can fuck you like me?"

Your lips met in such a mess, your tongue was already battling with Sebastians for control which he won with ease.

You spun the two of you around, Sebastian now flat against the wall, but that pain of his head hitting it didn't bother him as he felt you start to Palm him through his jeans.

"Fuck you, Stan."

You gasped, feeling Sebastian pull you both into a cubicle locking to door in a heated movement, his jeans halfway down his thighs already.

"I intend to, L/N."

He pulled the dress up to your waist, not hesitating for a second, fearful you may walk out on him like every other time, and since you'd broken up this was the furthest he'd gotten with you.

His fingers lightly danced over your panties, and he could feel the dampness seeping through, and the pleasure coursing through your body as your head hit the cubicle wall. You didn't even have to open your eyes to know that he'd be smirking down at you, his blue eyes dancing over your pleasure contorted face, happy he was the one making you moan this way.

"Do something asshole."

He almost moved too quickly for you to register at all. His fingers moving the material out of the way and his longs fingers finally coming into contact with your core.

"Shit-"

Sebastian's other hand covered your mouth, stopping your shouting when he heard the toilet door creak open, and the noise of heels on the tiled floor.

You thought he'd stop, but when one finger entered you, you instantly knew his game, so you nodded, showing your understanding and he uncovered your mouth.

Now he was solely focused on you. His eyes burning into your face as his finger curled inside you, repeating the same movements, reaching further up and slowly gaining speed. And with more speed it became harder to keep your mouth shut, especially when it went silent, so you could only assume the two or three girl outside were redoing their makeup or something. Not that you really cared that much.

That was when he decided to add a second finger, pressing deep inside you. Your instant reaction was to pull him closer, as your legs were wrapped around his waist, but this only brought his palm to your clit massaging it and his boner grinding against you also. It was almost too much to cope with.

You let out a small squeak, and Sebastian's movements stopped instantly, waiting to see if they heard. Yet, you were happy to hear them leaving.

The second the door shut, you couldn't hold it back anymore, the most pornographic sounds left your mouth which you wouldn't be surprised if they were louder than the music blaring. You couldn't give two shits though.

With his fingers moving so fast in and out of you, that you could barely comprehend, and the feeling of his thumb teasing your clit practically sent you over the edge.

"Cum, I know you can, don't hold it back, cum all over my fucking fingers."

Fisting his hair and moaning into his neck you let yourself go. Your legs shaking, pulling him even closer than before.

It was an indescribable feeling, like you were on cloud nine and nothing could bring you down.

He lowered your legs down, still slightly shaking in your heels you'd decided to wear that night instead of flats, and the only thing you could think about was the raging boner Sebastian still had hiding away in his boxers. Though it wasn't very well hidden, standing flat against his stomach with a wet patch in his grey underwear from pre-cum.

"Not tonight."

He warned, however you ignored him. Grabbing his fingers that were inside you just moments ago, and placing them inside your mouth. You hollowed out your cheekbones, swirling your tongue around them making sure to suck them clean. Before releasing them with a pop, nothing his jaw drop and eyes completely dark.

"Are you sure?"

Your hands tracing the outline of his cock. Just as he was about to answer you, you didn't give him time, pulling at the band of his boxers and wrapping your hand around him.

"I hate you, Y/N."

"Doesn't seem that way from where I'm standing, darling."

He couldn't argue, his head thrown back and a grunt leaving his lips when your thumb swiped over his tip. His eyes were scrunched up so you could no longer see the beautiful blue which had darkened since the beginning of your night.

You began with small pumps, slow, almost like torture. With whimpers leaving his lips when you got faster and then slower.

"Open your eyes, Sebby."

He forced them open, even though they nearly squeezed shut again when you sped up at the sight of his eyes begging for more.

"Shit!"

His back collapsed with the other wall in the cubicle, needing to rest on something, or he was certain he'd be a pile on the floor. After all he'd spent so long imagining this, but he had to make do with his own hand in the middle of the night.

Your speed increased to the point Sebastian could barely tell up from down, your hand knowing just how to work him perfectly so he felt like he'd work for his release.

And when it hit him, it was glorious, the spurts going onto your exposed stomach, the image instantly burned into his brain, and the curses kept on stumbling out of his mouth.

"We are definitely doing that again."

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[kikimeesh]

WHOOPS! (Liz Allen ? x Peter Parker) PART ONE

a request by my friend jessica; “DO ONE WITH A TWIST ENDING” (she’s not on tumblr btw)

I will be uploading in two parts, as it is too long, this is my first fanfiction-ish and I really hope you enjoy! 

WARNINGS: spoilers, swearing

Peter Parker had loved Liz. Well, did he? The only other person he knew he loved was Aunt May, but that’s totally different, so did he love Liz? He was quite sure. The world certainly stopped when she walked by and he couldn't stop the evangelical feeling he felt in his chest every time she walked by. The way her chocolate brown hair swept behind his shoulders drove him crazy. Yes. now he was sure he was in love with her, and not in the Aunt May way.

His heart jumped up and down as he made this realisation walking to his locker. He placed his books inside his locker and bit his lip, thinking about him and Liz Allen being together. What a wonderful thought that was. Peter stepped back and closed his locker door with a BANG! And turned around to see the beautiful, bright face he was just dreaming about.

“Liz! Uh, hey!” he tried to adjust his blue knit jumper as she beamed at him. “Hey Peter!” His brain hurt hearing her voice. “I was just going to ask if you're still coming to the Academic Decathlon? I know you told Mr Harrington you had the Stark internship, but I was hoping you could still make it.” Liz played with the tips of her fingers subconsciously, but Peter always noticed it, he loved it.

“Uh…” peter looked away, searching for an excuse. As much as school was important to him, being Spider Man was infinitely more crucial. “Please don't say no”, Liz’ shoulders dropped, she already knew the answer, “we need you or we’ll lose for the third time in a row.” Peter’s heart sank. He hated to disappoint Liz. the bell rang and Peter hung his head in shame. Not even 10 minutes after he realised he was deeply and inexplicably in love with her, he was letting Liz down. She sighed, “good luck at Stark, Peter”, she gave a small smile and walked off

When Peter knew she was out of earshot, he banged his head against his locker harshly. “Peter? You good man?” Ned, his best friend, came up from behind him, yelling over the continuous bell. “Is that thing still going? What's happening?” peter ignored the pang he felt in his chest for Liz, and shifted his attention to the prolonged ringing. Suddenly, a voice came on the P.A., “Students, we are currently on lockdown, please go to your nearest classroom and lock the doors once everybody is safely in. remain calm” Principal Morita’s voice boomed over the speakers.

“Oh man. What’s happening?” Ned wondered aloud. Seconds after, an ear-piercing scream came from another part of the block. Students came running past the duo, one of them grabbed Peter’s arm, yelling “gunman!” before taking off again.

Ned and Peter exchanged a look and without a word peter started to sprint down the now-empty corridor to retrieve his suit. This was a job for Spiderman. “Peter!” He could hear Ned screaming behind him. “Go Ned! Go!” and without another word, Ned went into the closest room.

Peter checked nobody was around before grabbing his suit and crept to the bathroom to change. As he made his suit cling to his body, he heard footsteps entering the boys’ bathroom.

Spiderman glanced through the stall, Harry, a boy in his grade, and another male he didn't recognise, maybe a senior? The two boys had balaclavas over their heads and were talking. “This is the last fucking time I ever step into these dumbass halls again”, Harry chuckled to his accomplice, to which he replied, “When Mr Cleaver suspended me, my parents unleashed hell, I think this is good karma,” he had a husky voice, as if he smoked regularly.

Peter knew these were the alleged attackers, especially after he saw two AK-47’s being held by the two. Spiderman took a quiet breath before bursting through the cubicle.

“What the fu-” was all the boys could get out before Spider Man sprayed some of his web, glueing their hand to the sink behind them. “Hey! What the fuck?!” the boys dropped their weapons in shock. “Sorry guys, no shooting today” Spiderman made a snide remark before exiting the room and jumping on top of a row of lockers. He carefully watched the doors, his web-shooting was careless and he knew hey could easily break it apart.

“One, two..” Spiderman counted in his head before he heard the door explode open. “Spandex boy! Where are you?!” Spiderman was glad that the focus of attack was off Mr Cleaver, who was old and fragile and couldn't possibly fend for himself.

Spider Man, or rather, Spandex boy, moved quietly along the tops of the lockers, while the duo looked around for him cluelessly; until Harry spotted his red suit above him. “Spandex boy!” a devilish grin ripped across his cheeks. Spiderman started to act. As bullets ricocheted behind him, he hopped from each locker column to the next, he needed to lead them always from the classroom full of helpless kids.

Soon enough, he broke open the front doors of the school and attempted to lure the boys into a secluded area, but he didn't get far before hearing a voice from inside. “Spandex boy! I made a friend!” The other boy called out. A hostage. Spider Man turned around and slowly went back inside to face them.

Liz.

Peter’s heart stopped and time froze as he saw tears gleaming in her eyes and the terrified look on her face. His soul dropped to the floor.

The other boy held a gun to her head while she was choking on a sob. “Okay guys,” Spiderman put his hands up in surrender . peter inside begged for them to let Liz go, but spider man on the outside remained strong, the adrenaline rush was the only thing keeping him stable right now. He spoke softly, “there won't be any consequences if you just put the gun down. Liz Allen did not have any part in this. Put. The. Gun. Down.”

The boy chuckled and so did Harry beside him. “Spandex boy knows the girl?” he taunted, “is she your girlfriend? Are you worried your poor princess here is going to have a bullet fly through her skull?!” the boy yelled through his teeth and tightened his grip on Liz, who screamed.

“I- “ spider man was about to speak when the doors were blown off their hinged, the small blast knocked all four of them off their feet. Peter scrambled to get himself back up, and peered into the face of Iron Man. “Shit.” he thought to himself. Tony Stark pushed him aside and stood over the duo, who were staring in awe.

Tony grabbed them and slammed them across the wall with ease, knocking them unconcious. Three cars worth of cops showed up behind Tony and detained them. Liz was nowhere to be seen.

Without a word, tony dragged Peter outside and, using his Iron-suit, pulled them both up to the roof of the school. Peter took his mask off. “I had that under control”, he grunted. Tony stepped out of his suit and moved toward him. “A girl almost died in there and you had that under control?” tony angrily spoke. “No, she-” peter started, “No.” Tony cut him off. “Give me your suit.” peter made an incomprehensible noise. “What?!” he exclaimed. “You were supposed to be a friendly neighbourhood Spiderman who save cats from trees, not teenage girls from armed men. Give me your suit.” tony continued in the same stone cold tone. “I’m nothing without this suit!” peter practically yelled. “If you’re nothing without this suit, then you shouldn't have it,” Tony said, firmly.

Peter whimpered. Tony stood outside the bathroom door of the now evacuated school while Peter changed into his old clothes. “Goodbye Peter.” Tony finally spoke before flying off.