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wwooyology · 9 months ago

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Left Alone | L.HS

「prompt」 : abandoned 「pairing」 : bf!heeseung x fem!reader 「word count」 : 1.5k

「synopsis」 : you and heeseung had been together for three years, but little by little, heeseung started to show signs of not being interested until it led to you being abandoned at the restaurant you had booked for your anniversary.

「genre」 : angst, fluff if you squint

「warnings」 : crying, cussing, arguments, breakup, reader gets stood up, mentions of alcohol, lmk if I missed anything!!!

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“Are you ready to order yet, Miss?” The waiter walked over to your table for what seemed like the hundredth time, a look of pity gleaming in her eyes as she held out the little notepad in her hand.

Turning your attention away from the window where you hope by some miracle that Heeseung would show up in front of you. You offered her a sweet smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes before glancing down at the empty wine glass in your hand.

“Just another glass of wine,” you told her, your voice sounded defeated. She nodded before turning to walk away.

You tapped the dark screen of your phone until the time showed up. It had been about an hour and a half since he was supposed to be here. There had been not a single text or call, but as sad as you may be, you weren’t surprised. This was just the straw that broke the camel's back.

For the past two months, he has slowly started showing signs of disinterest in your relationship. It started out with his calls becoming shorter and his texts more dry. You had brushed it off as him just being tired from work, but it never got better, if anything it only got worse. Then it turned into him not putting a lot of effort in seeing you when he used to always want to see you any chance that he got before it went to him ignoring your calls and texts, even going as far as avoiding you entirely when you hung out with shared friends.

At first, it hurt you deeply, leaving you to cry into your pillows for hours on end at night. You wanted to confront him about his actions, but at the same time, you were scared to lose what you had because your mother had always told you that if you love someone, you can work through anything. So that’s what you were going to do, use this reservation you had booked for your four-year anniversary to ask him what was going on.

But just like the little voice in the back of your head told you, he stood you up.

When the waiter came back with your glass of wine, you thanked her before asking for the bill. She gave you a sympathetic smile and told you that she would bring it right out.

After finishing your glass of wine you settled your bill and made your way out of the restaurant. Just then, you felt your phone buzz in your hand, and a small flicker of hope bloomed in your chest that it might be Heeseung telling you that he had forgotten and he was sorry. But that spark was rudely dimmed when you saw that it was a message from Jake, your and Heeseung’s mutual friend.

You waved down a taxi and called the male. He picked up the phone just as you shut the car door behind you. Moving the device away from your ear for a moment, you told the driver your address before sitting back in your seat.

“Hey, y/n, where are you?” Jake asked. The music in the background was clearly audible, easily telling you that he was at a party.

“On my way home from the restaurant.” Your voice was void of any emotion, and Jake could tell that something was wrong.

“Restaurant?” His tone was confused, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. You found it just a tad amusing that Heeseung didn’t even bother telling his buddies about your date when he wouldn’t waste a second telling them in the past.

“Yeah. Restaurant. I was supposed to be having a date.” You told him, your free hand twiddling with the hem of your dress and eyes focused on the passing buildings outside.

“What do you mean date?” Jake was beyond confused because Heeseung was with him at the party, so who would you have been with? Then the other part of your sentence clicked in his head, “Wait, supposed to have a date?”

Scoffing, you held back tears the further you got from the restaurant. "Why don’t you ask your best friend?”

Jake felt his heart drop, and he told you to give him a second before you heard shuffling on the other side, followed by the sounds of a door. The music grew louder, and you guessed that he had walked back into the house. You then heard him saying something to someone, but you couldn’t make out what was said due to the music. Then you heard another door close before the music became muffled once more.

“Jake, dude, what the fuck? I was in the middle of a game.” Heeseung’s voice echoed through the phone and your heart squeezed tightly in your chest. He had chosen to go to a party instead of meeting you at the restaurant for your anniversary.

“No, Hee, why the hell did you stand y/n up?” Jake’s tone was harsh as he laid into the older male, “you could have easily told me that you had a date I would have understood. Y/n matters more than some damn party you need–”

“Oh my god, can you stop? The last damn thing I wanna hear about is y/n. Y/n this, y/n that. I don’t give a fuck!” Heeseung blew up, and his words left a gaping wound in your heart, tears rolling down your eyes. “I am sick and tired of hearing about her and how I should be doing this or that; guess what? She’s not worth my time anymore.”

Your hand covered your mouth to muffle the sound of your cries. You wanted to hang up, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. The other line fell silent for a moment before Jake’s voice came through again, anger lacing his words.

“So you waste hers?” Jake tried to control his volume, but it was getting increasingly more difficult as he took in Heeseung’s indifferent expression. “You could have easily just ended things, but you want to be an asshole and just lead her on?”

“Jake…” Your voice trailed on, trying to gain the male’s attention, but he couldn’t hear you.

“Not to mention it is low as fuck to just leave her hanging at a restaurant, not only that it’s late and she’s in the city alone.” Jake really laid into Heeseung, who just stood there, his expression becoming unreadable.

“Jake.” You called out louder, catching both of the male’s attention, and Jake quickly brought the phone back up to his ear, ignoring the shocked look on the older’s face. “Just forget it; he’s not worth it.”

Jake wanted to object, but you quickly reassured him that it was fine. He then turned and glared at Heeseung once more. Then he turned the phone on speaker, wanting Heeseung to hear whatever you were about to say.

“He’s not worth it anymore, Jake. Just tell him that we’re done, and I’ll leave all his stuff outside so he can pick it up. But I do not want to see him anymore.” Your voice shook as you tried to stop crying, but the tears were endless.

“Y/n–” Heeseung called out to you, but Jake moved the phone away from him.

Your breath caught in your throat at his voice, but you quickly swallowed it down before speaking, “What you did really hurt me, Heeseung; like Jake said, you could have just ended things, but you decided to make me suffer while you led me on. So we’re done.”

Heeseung took a step forward to say something, but Jake moved away once more and took you off the speakerphone. “You’ve fucked up, Heeseung, and I can’t and won’t stand for it.”

Then, without another word, Jake walked out of the room, putting the phone up to his ear so he could talk to you. He didn’t miss the quiet sounds of you crying making his heart hurt, a sigh pulling from his lips.

“Are you almost home?” he asked, and you told him that the driver had just pulled in. "Okay, I’m heading over, and we can watch a movie or something, and I’ll make you something to eat.”

His words pulled a small laugh from you as you shut the car door behind you once more, “No offense, Jake, but I don’t think I’mma let you cook anything.” You joked, wiping the tears from your face as you walked up to your front door, “plus, haven’t you been drinking?”

“No, Jay and I were the DDs tonight, and I’m sure Jay can handle them,” Jake reassured you. You knew that arguing with him would be pointless, so you just said okay.

Once the phone had been hung up you dropped your hands to your sides, eyes taking in the area around you. Pictures of you and Heeseung lined the halls making your chest tight with grief. Trying your best to ignore them, you got to your room so you could change out of the uncomfortable dress you were wearing.

Then, just like Jake had said, he showed up, offering a bag of fast food and some ice cream. You both then spent the entirety of the night watching movies until you both passed out on the couch. The thoughts of throwing your four-year-long relationship out the window were saved for another time, but for now, you just wanted to forget.

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lacedbykami · 11 days ago

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Can i request smut and fluff for bachira where he's ur childhood bsf and he's been secretly pining for u. The reader is going on a first date with another guy so she gets all pretty and dolled up but turns out the guy stood her up. After that she hangs out with bachira and he's lowkey pissed off that any guy would do that to you. He comforts you but it ends up turning into something more..

a/n: thank you for requesting love <33

𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 (bachira x fem!reader)

including: all characters aged!up, childhood best friends, friends to lovers, unspoken pining, soft possessive Bachira, emotional comfort to smut, jealousy but with heart, tooth rotting fluff, slightly angsty, soft Bachira, dry humping, make out session ⤷ synopsis: Bachira has always been there. Since you were five and fell off your bike and he kissed your scraped knee, swearing it’d get better. But lately, you've been going out with guys, and time after time again he sees you hurt and heartbroken and sadly tonight was no different. word count: 4.4k

You had done your makeup twice.

Hair curled, then recurled. Your best dress, the one that always made you feel pretty—just a little risky, just a little soft.

The guy seemed nice. Normal. Said all the right things, and maybe… maybe you just wanted to try. To see if your heart could stretch around someone new.

But now you were sitting in the back booth of your favorite ramen place. Alone. Again.

You stared down at your untouched tea. Your phone screen glared up at you like a second betrayal:

hey, sorry something came up.

No explanation. No offer to reschedule. Just four hours of getting ready and an empty chair.

You didn’t cry. You just sat there. Blinked. Tried not to think about how stupid you felt, sitting there looking like that—for no one. Again. You didn't even feel the tears begin to roll down your cheek until they hit the wooden table with a soft tap.

Quickly wiping them with the tips of your fingers, you closed your eyes forcing yourself to breathe. People were still around, and it's not that serious. 'Atleast he told you.' Is what you said to yourself as you hesitantly grabbed your phone, opening you clicked on the message.

Fighting back tears as you thought of what to say as your vision blurred.

It's fine, have a nice night.

You wondered if he’d even read it. If he’d feel anything at all.

You left the ramen place quietly, heels clicking hollow on the pavement as you walked fast—too fast—past the glowing windows and laughing couples. Every reflection of yourself in passing glass looked like a mockery.

By the time you got home, the silence of your apartment was too loud. You peeled off your shoes at the door, eyes still blurry but no tears threatening to spill as you walked to your bedroom, pulling out your phone from your purse as you feet padded against the smooth wooden floors.

Tossing the white accessory on your vanity as soon as you passed the threshold, the brightness of your screen the sole form of light in the darkness of your bedroom. Squinting, your fingers fumbled against the screen as you opened the phone app, finding bachira's contact.

With two rings the line picked up,

"Hey! Is it over already? Or do you need me to come pick you up from behind the place?" he asked with a laugh, voice light and teasing like always.

You didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there in the dark, staring at your reflection in the vanity mirror finally flopping down on your bed with a sniff. Gloss still shining on your lips. Curls still in place. And yet you felt like a balloon with the air sucked out. “...He didn’t show,” you said finally. Voice low. Small.

The silence on the other end hit fast and sharp.

“What?” Bachira's voice dropped. All the teasing stripped out in one breath. “Wait—what do you mean he didn’t show? Like, at all?” You opened your mouth to speak but words died in your throat, hot tears finally trickling down your cheeks once more as you choked out, "He canceled on me."

You blinked, with a shaky exhale. Your whole body shuddered as you sniffled, “Where are you right now?” Bachira asked, his voice softer but you could her the tension in it “I just got home,” you managed. “I-I didn’t know who else to call.” You stammered, your voice wavering as you wiped your cheeks with your free hand.

“It's okay,” he said instantly. “You can always call me, okay? Always.”

You nodded in the darkness, swallowing as you breathed, "I know, thank you, meguru." You said softly, a sad smile gracing your lips. Bachira gripped his phone tighter, knuckles blanching white as he stood in the middle of his living room, still in the hoodie you always teased him for buying it a size too big. His heart thudded in his chest.

His eyes had been practically glued to his phone ever since you told. him that you were going on a date tonight. He smiled through it, like always. But now ? all he could picture was you sitting alone, all dressed up for someone who didn’t even have the decency to show.

His jaw clenched.

That guy didn’t even deserve to look at you.

"Do you..." he started, voice low now, gentler—threaded with something a little raw, a little afraid of overstepping. "Do you want me to come over?"

A beat.

You hesitated, just a second too long for his nerves to handle.

"...Yeah," you whispered. “Please.”

Something loosened in his chest. “Okay. Gimme ten minutes.” You could hear him moving already—keys jingling, footsteps. "I'll bring snacks," he added, voice lighter now, "And hugs. Lots of 'em." You let out the tiniest laugh, your first real one of the night. “Okay.”

“Promise. Be there soon.”

The line went quiet, but your fingers lingered against the screen, unwilling to let go of the warmth in his voice just yet. Slowly, you set your phone down on your nightstand and sighed, letting the silence settle in around you again—but this time, it didn’t feel quite as crushing.

You moved to your vanity, flipping on the soft fairy lights strung above the mirror. The room bloomed in gentle amber hues, shadows stretching softly across the walls. Outside, the distant hum of the city buzzed through the window—cars passing, laughter echoing from the corner bar, life still moving even when yours had stilled a bit tonight.

Your gaze fell on the little photo tucked into the edge of your mirror. Faded slightly, corners bent. Meguru at ten, maybe eleven, grinning wide with a soccer ball tucked under one arm and a missing front tooth. You’d taken it after a neighborhood game, when he’d run straight to you after scoring, eyes brighter than the sun.

He’d always run to you. Always been there.

Every scraped knee. Every heartbreak. Every birthday. Every late-night call. You swallowed the lump in your throat, brushing your thumb across the picture frame. Always had some unruly hair too.

Wiping under your eyes one last time before padding quietly toward the bathroom. The mirror there showed someone still hurting—makeup smudged, lips bitten from trying not to cry.

Turning on the water, you let the steam rise and bloom across the mirror as you peeled your dress off, stepping out of your shoes and shedding the night like a second skin. The warm spray hit your shoulders, and finally—finally—you exhaled.

As soon as you stepped out of the bathroom, you got three soft knocks on your front door. "Coming!" You shouted out softly, your feet padding over to the door in your favorite oversized tee and shorts, damp hair clinging lightly to your skin.

Three more soft knocks.

When you opened the door, there he was—Meguru, hoodie half-zipped and hair still messy from rushing over. His arms were full: a tote bag of snacks, a bottle of that fruity soda you both liked, and the soft, familiar smile that always made things feel a little lighter.

But when his eyes landed on you, something shifted.

He paused.

Just for a moment.

Because there you were—no makeup, no doll-up outfit. Just the warm, fresh glow of your skin and the faint scent of soap and vanilla curling toward him in the air like gravity. His breath caught a little in his throat.

He’d seen you a thousand times before, but right now?

You looked soft. You looked real.

And it wrecked him.

“Hey,” you said, voice quiet.

His lips curved into something smaller, more tender. “Hey.”

You stepped aside, and he slipped past you into the apartment, kicking off his shoes like he always did. He didn’t say anything at first, just set the bag down on your coffee table and turned back to you, eyes still tracing over the curve of your cheek, the drop of water trailing from your collarbone down.

“You okay?” he asked, gentler now.

You nodded, “Better now.”

He smiled again, this time with more certainty. “Good. ‘Cause I brought every terrible snack we’ve ever eaten during a movie marathon,” he said, already pulling out chips, candy, and a pack of microwave popcorn like it was treasure.

“And,” he added, grinning wider, “hugs.”

You laughed, soft and a little shy, but it bubbled up genuine. “Gimme one?”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you—arms warm and solid and safe. You pressed your face to his chest and breathed him in: the faint clean scent of his cologne, the warmth of his skin through the hoodie, the steady thump of his heart right beneath your cheek.

“I got you,” he whispered into your hair.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you hugged Bachira back, your fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his hoodie. The much-needed warmth of an embrace helped dissolve the last tight coil in your chest, tension melting from your shoulders with every quiet second you stood there.

But then—there it was.

A flutter.

Subtle at first, low in your stomach. Not the anxiety kind. Not the ache you’d been carrying all night. But something quieter. Warmer. Like the kind that snuck up on you during long summer nights.

His hand rubbed slow circles against your back, and it only made it worse. Or better.

You weren’t sure.

You exhaled against his chest, your breath catching slightly as you became suddenly aware of how close he was. Of the way his voice softened just for you. The way his body curved around yours like it belonged there.

You shifted slightly, just enough to glance up at him—and he was already looking at you. His gaze wasn’t teasing, not like usual. It wasn’t wild or chaotic or loud. It was still. Like he’d been waiting for you to look.

You swallowed. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

His voice was quiet, barely a breath. “Always. Whenever you need me.”

A minute passed of Bachira just holding you, the sound of his heart softly beating in his chest soothing your nerves as you breathed. So much so you unconsciously nuzzled your head further in his chest. Breathing in his scent, the smell of fresh laundry and light cologne wafted in his nose.

Your voice came out softly before you even realized. “Could you stay? The night, I mean. I don’t really wanna be alone.”

Your words quiet, nearly lost in the hum of the city outside the window. And for a second, you wished you could take them back—not because you didn’t mean them, but because they felt like a thread being pulled. One that, if tugged too hard, might unravel everything.

But Bachira didn’t hesitate.

“Y-Yeah,” he said softly. “Of course I can. Whatever you need.” Noticing his nervousness you pulled back slightly, giving him a look as you gazed up at him. "It's okay if you can't, you know that right?" You asked slowly, your hands moving from his back to resting on his shoulders. His now settled near your waist.

Bachira's shoulders dropped slightly as he gave you a soft smile, "I really can, its okay. I promise, nothing is that urgent enough that it could make me leave your side." He stated, his softer tone, words, and genuine smile unknowingly egging on the butterflies in your stomach once more.

You were also now very aware of the placement of his hands.

Letting out a (hopefully not too obvious) nervous laugh, you cleared your throat and gently pulled your hands back from his shoulders, stepping away before your brain did something reckless—like lean in.

“Uhm, so what did you wanna watch tonight?” you asked, voice a little shaky at the edges but still playful as you grabbed the bag of snacks off your wooden table, and moved towards your bedroom.

Bachira blinked once, then followed you with a smile that didn’t quite hide the pink blooming at the tops of his ears. “I think you get full movie-picking rights this time, tonight is about you.” Grabbing the remote from your nightstand you sat on the edge of the bed. “Thanks megs.” Your voice soft.

He flopped onto the bed beside you with zero hesitation, relaxing immediately into the sheets like it was his room. He hummed, a smile still tugging at the corner of his mouth. He stretched out a little, resting his head against your headboard. “But also, I got you some gummy worms. Since I might have ate most of them last time."

You gave him a look, then reached into the bag he’d brought, pulling out the brightly colored package. “Okay, you're forgiven.” He gave you a lazy smile, eyes twinkling like stars as he gazed down at you opening the candy.

The playful banter helped. Grounded you. The tension in your shoulders eased as you finally climbed into bed properly, sitting back against the pillows beside him. Close, but not quite touching.

You flipped through the streaming apps for a few seconds, your mind wandering more to the warmth of him next to you than any movie title. “Something dumb and funny?” you offered.

Bachira gave you a look as if to say 'really?', "Do you even know me at all?" You rolled your eyes with a laugh, "Okay okay, comedy it is."

As the opening scene started to play, you tossed him a blanket from the end of the bed. He caught it with one hand and draped it over both of your legs like it was the most natural thing in the world.

A few minutes passed. Laughter from the screen filled the room, but neither of you were really watching. You felt his thigh brush against yours under the blanket, and when you shifted slightly, his knee gently bumped yours.

He didn’t move away.

And neither did you.

A comfortable silence fell over you both, despite the air seemingly growing thicker with each passing breath. The feeling of his eyes on the side of your face, the way you got more conscious of your movements, the stiffening of your limbs.

You weren’t even sure when it started—the weird, nagging itch under your skin. The ache to lean over, rest your head on his shoulder like you always did on nights like this. It had always been so easy with Bachira. Natural. You used to fall asleep curled up against him without even thinking about it, without worrying what it meant or how long his arm had been around you.

But something felt different.

Your body was fighting itself. Every inch of you wanted to curl into him, bury your face in the soft cotton of his hoodie and just breathe—but your heart was hammering too loud in your chest for you to even consider pretending this was just like before. Because it didn't feel like it. At all.

The way meguru's gaze lingered on your lips, how even the slightest touch left you practically yearning for more- none of this was friend related things. Not in the slightest, though then again you two had always had a close friendship. Cuddling was just a common occurrence between the two of you.

It was arguably more weird that you weren't curled into his side right now.

You bit your lip, fingers fiddling absently with the edge of the blanket. Your eyes stayed glued to the TV screen, even though you couldn’t remember a single joke that had played in the last five minutes. You didn’t dare look at him, too afraid he’d already be looking at you.

And of course, he was.

“Can I ask you something?” Bachira said, his voice low, almost uncertain—something rare for him. You blinked, finally turning to glance his way. “Yeah, of course.” He paused, brows furrowing slightly. Then, so soft you almost didn’t catch it, he asked: “Why'd you keep giving guys like him a chance?”

The words hit you like a drop in your stomach. Heavy and disorienting. You blinked once. Twice. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” He exhaled a breathy laugh, “You’re you. You’re kind, smarter than most people I know, pretty, weird in the best way, and he couldn’t even show up for you. It's just," His shoulders drooped. " You never really looked—happy with them.” Your heart practically sank, and the look on his face?..Disappointment? Regret?

Now you regret even telling him about this stupid date, just seeing Meguru so..sad like that made your soul ache.

You put your hand on his idle one, resting between the two of you on the blanket. Your gaze fell to your joined hands, slowly in thought. Neither of you moved at first—his palm warm beneath yours, your fingers uncertain but firm, like they needed something to hold onto.

His hand twitched slightly under your touch, but he didn’t pull away.

Opening your mouth to speak, you hesitated for a second before taking a breath and confessing, “You're right I wasn't." A weight seemingly lifted off your chest as the words left your lips, like admitting it out loud finally made it real. You felt a quiet sigh escape him, a subtle shift in his demeanor, as if he too was holding his breath for your honesty.

He silently watched your expression as you continued.

"Honestly, I think part of my problem is desperation," You laughed half heartedly. "I'm so desperate to get someone to like me— to love me, that I don't even realize a relationship for what it is until I get hurt." You confessed, your voice trailing off.

Silence.

It struck the room like a bulldozer as tears dared to water in your eyes, the soft glow of the tv making it harder to force them away. You felt bachira about to say something, knowing him it would've pushed you over the edge and started the waterfall. So, you simply laughed it off, blinking away tears as if you weren't on the verge of breaking down like you were 3 hours ago.

"Don't pity me though, it's my fault for trying to find prince charming on a shitty three star app-"

"I love you."

Your gaze shot back up to his, eyes soft yet flickering with sadness as they watered. Your heart rammed against your chest as you swallowed, "I..love you too megs, but you don't have to say that to make me feel better. It's okay—" He quickly shook his head before turning to face you better and grabbing both your hands. "No, I love you. Like I've- I've been in love with you since the moment I heard you laugh."

Your breath hitched. The words didn’t fully register at first—not because you didn’t hear them, but because your heart was too loud in your chest, pounding against your ribs like it was trying to break out.

Bachira’s hands were warm, gently holding yours like they were the most precious thing he’d ever been allowed to touch. His thumbs brushed your knuckles, his eyes locked to yours with that same stillness from before—quiet, but unwavering. There was no joke in his voice, no grin tugging at his lips to soften the blow of seriousness. Just honesty. Raw and real.

“I didn’t say anything before because I thought maybe you’d figure it out with someone else first. That you’d find someone who made you smile like I always wanted to.” He inhaled shakily. “But every time I saw you the day after a date you just looked, so sad. So disappointed," He inhaled sharply, "And I hated that you were getting so dolled up for other guys when I adore you just like this."

Tears finally slipped down your cheeks. You didn’t sob or shake—you just felt, like your whole body was soaking in the gravity of his words. You had known Meguru Bachira your whole life. He’d been there for scraped knees, for final exams, for birthdays and breakups.

He'd always been there, he'd always felt like this.

"Really? Like you aren't just saying this because you're my bestfriend right?" You asked, voice wavering as you blinked up at Meguru with glossy eyes. His heart shattered at the sight, quickly reassuring you. "No, never! I mean it, y/n. I love you. I always have." Your breath hitched as his eyes locked on yours, "you don't have to say anything back, I know you went through a lot today-"

Leaning forward, you let go of one of his hands to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over the flushed skin there as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. That same warm feeling blooming in your chest as you kissed him. The jittery but happy sensation that made your heart swoon.

When you pulled back, your forehead hovered just a breath from his. “I can’t say I know exactly what I feel for you right now,” you whispered, breath mingling with his, voice barely above a tremble. “But I know it’s more than friendship, Megs."

The truth hung in the air like a held breath.

Pink bloomed across his cheeks and dusted his ears, lashes fluttering slightly as if he were trying to process it all at once. For a second, he just stared at you, stunned into quiet. Then, slowly—you watched his chest rise and fall, and something in his gaze softened.

“That’s more than enough for me,” Meguru said, voice low, steady. Honest.

This time, he leaned in—deliberate and slow, kissing you back. Not with hesitation, but with care. Gentle but loving kisses were pressed to your lips, eyes fluttering closed as you hummed into it.

A hand slid up your back, while his other gently gripped your waist as your lips moved with his. The kiss deepened gradually, like the two of you were testing the edges of something vast, something overwhelming but safe.

You shifted slightly, a shaky breath leaving you as you moved from your place beside him to straddling his lap. The blanket slipped off your legs, pooling behind you as your thighs bracketed him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close, and you could feel the way his breath caught in his throat when your boobs pressed against his chest.

Bachira’s hands froze at your waist for just a second, his eyes flicking up to meet yours as if asking for permission, for reassurance that you wanted this too. You gave it without words—just a soft nod, the curve of your mouth into a gentle smile, and the way your fingers slid into his hair, curling near the nape of his neck.

He exhaled shakily, like the last bit of restraint left him, and pulled you closer. “So pretty,” he murmured, barely audible, like the words weren’t meant for you to hear—just something he couldn’t help but say. Then his lips found yours again, but this time, the kiss grew into something heated. Hungrier.

His hand, once tentative, tightened around your waist with more confidence, anchoring you to him as your bodies pressed together. The air between you two grew hotter, as your lips parted willingly beneath his, taking that as an invitation—bachira's tongue slid softly against yours, coaxing a soft gasp from your throat.

Your hips shifted instinctively, a small, subtle roll forward that sent a jolt straight through him. Bachira shivered beneath you, a sharp inhale caught in his throat. Quickly, you started to slew out apologies as you pulled back, eyes worriedly darting across his face. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Its okay!,” Bachira interrupted gently, his thumbs brushing soft, soothing circles into your hips. “It’s fine, really. It felt..good." He exhaled slowly, his smile small but sure. “But we don’t have to do anything. Not if you don’t want to. I swear, I don’t expect anything from you!"

The sincerity in his voice tugged at something deep in your chest. No pressure. No expectation. Just Meguru being... him. Always looking out for you, even now, when his hands were still trembling slightly from your closeness. You looked at him, really looked at him—his flushed cheeks, messy hair, those wide golden eyes that held you so gently. The words left before you could second-guess them.

“I want to,” you said, voice steadier than you expected. “With you. I trust you, Megs.”

His eyes widened, a breath catching in his throat as your hands reached up to cradle his face again. “I trust you,” you repeated, softer this time, just before pressing your lips back to his. Doing an experimental roll of your hips, not expecting the new satisfying sensation of having your clothed cunt drag over his bulge.

A cute whimper escaped Meguru at the action, his head practically lolling back from the friction. You giggled at the sight, despite the throbbing in your panties making you wanna rut your hips like a dog in heat. "God that feels so good, cmere angel." He whined, smashing his lips back onto yours as he bucked his hips up into yours. Swallowing a soft moan of yours as you grinded down on the striker.

This was criminally unfair how good you felt. With only a few rolls of your hips you already have him this close to losing it? He secretly wanted to thank the idiots who stood you up—for leading you straight into his arms.

A frantic heat began to build within Meguru with every desperate thrust. The feeling of your fingers pulling against his hair making him groan into your mouth, panted breaths escaping him as he listened to your sinful moans and whimpers. "Feels so good megs,"

God—The way you said his name made blood rush to his cock.

How you breathed, the way your half lidded, glazed over eyes flicked up to his with such desire and love, how sweetly you kissed him despite grinding down on him like you were in a rut. Your cute moans filling his ears like a symphony-

You were heaven on earth. An angel sent to make him loose his fucking mind.

" 'So pretty, so hot, m'gonna cum soon if you keep this up angel." Meguru panted eyes fluttering closed. His words going straight down to your dripping cunt. Your head fallen on his shoulder, as you moaned. The sound alone making him leak an embarrassing amount pre-cum.

"Then cum with me, please megs. 'Wanna feel you," you begged, hips bucking down greedily on his growing bulge, a desperate rhythm building between you. Every frantic thrust from him, every roll of your hips, sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. The raw, desperate sound of your plea, of you begging him, sent a fresh wave of fire through his veins, making his restraint fray even more.

"I will angel, I will. I'm here, I'll always be for you."

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janitorhutcherson · 2 years ago

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Bf!Futturman Headcanons (Future Man)

there is NOT enough future man content! allow @dollfacedalls and i to fix that :p these r some headcanons we came up with real quick. if there are typos, sorry guys lolz. its 3am and i just typed this up bc i felt like we needed some josh futturman content. enjoy the sweaty loser boyfriend vibes!

Bf!Futturman who tries to be flirty and sexy but is unsuccessful. You've been out all day, and you've just gotten home. The moment you walk through the door, Josh is in front of you in a pair of dinosaur boxers with a huge, cheesy smile. You know why, and you know what he's wanting. You can't help but grin like an idiot as you put your bags down, walking towards him to place your hands on his hips. Before you can do so, Josh attempts to lean against the coffee table in a sexy fashion. Of course, as expected, he loses his balance, his feet falling out from under you. He lets out a yelp as his elbow hits the coffee table, your eyes wide as you run to assist him. "Baby," you gasp as you kneel. "Are you okay?" you mumble as he repositions himself, now leaning on his hurt elbow on his side, the toothy grin back on his face. "Yeah.. fine now that you're here, sexy," he says, wiggling his eyebrows as you roll your eyes, hitting his shoulder.

Bf!Futturman who is so clingy that he misses you so much, making him even want to be you. You two live together, Josh finally having moved out of his childhood home to get an apartment with you. You were at work, and Josh was upset. He felt like his other half was missing. It wasn't fair that he was off and you weren't. So.. naturally, he did what any man who was missing his partner would do -- he tried on your clothes, sprayed himself in your perfume, listened to your favorite songs, and watched your favorite TV show. When you walked into your apartment to him sitting on the couch in your dress, the apparent scent of your cherry-scented perfume in the air, Dance Moms on the TV, you gasped. The moment his eyes locked with yours, Josh froze, his eyes wide, not really sure what to say. Your eyes darted to the empty bottle on the table; your lonely boyfriend had drained your expensive perfume. Josh's eyes followed yours to the bottle as he shot up, walking over to you with raised eyebrows. "I swear, baby, I- I'll buy you a new bottle," he awkwardly muttered, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

Bf!Futturman who wants an ugly cat with you. No, not just a cat, but an ugly one. He wanted to find the most hideous, rattiest, mangy-looking cat the two of you could find. At first, you were somewhat frustrated with how adamant he was about the situation. You would've been much happier with a fluffy kitten with pretty blue eyes and soft fur. But no, you loved your boyfriend so much you'd given in. Josh convinced you he wanted one because 'nobody wants the ugly ones.' He claimed it was an action from the goodness of his heart, an action to save a poor kitty. He never would've said it out loud, but the reality was he didn't think the name Barthalomeow fit a pretty kitten. You ended up with a fluffy cat with huge brown eyes bulging from its skull. Its bottom teeth hung out of its mouth, and its brown fur stuck up in every which way... Yeah... it was hideous for sure, but Bathalomeow loved you and his kitty dad so that you couldn't be too mad.

Bf!Futturman gets so sucked into his game that he doesn't notice anything around him. When you weren't around, and he wasn't working, Josh did NOTHING but play Biotic Wars. He'd be so sucked into the game for hours, going to disgusting extremes to avoid having to press pause. When you were home, though, he'd only dedicate an hour or two a day to the game. This usually didn't bother you, but one particular day, you were feeling incredibly desperate for his attention, his eyes locked onto his TV screen as his fingers moved stealthily across his keyboard. You felt like you'd attempted everything. At first, you just tried his name. No luck. Then, you tried tapping his shoulder. Barely flinched. Your next action was more severe, seeing if your words would stir anything in him. "Baby," you called out, your annoyance apparent. "Hm?" he hummed with a half-assed response. "I'm going to my other man's house in a few. Is that cool?" you said from behind him, sprawled out on the bed with your eyebrows raised, your eyes throwing daggers toward the back of his head. "Yeah, whatever, babe, I'll see you later," he mumbled quickly as a loud groan left your lips. "Jesus christ," you mumbled. "Gonna jump off of a bridge, Joshy," you sang out jokingly, to which Josh responded, "Okay, baby." It felt hopeless, that was, until you had an idea. You threw your shirt off, your bare chest exposed as you pranced over to him, standing in front of him. Josh glanced over at you for a moment, his eyes widening slightly as he reached his hand up to grasp your boob before looking back to his screen. "Mm, give me another hour," he hummed, his attention once again back on Future Man. Nope, didn't work. You'd revisit in an hour when you were his girlfriend again, and it wasn't his controller getting all of the hand action.

Bf!Futturman that attempts to cook for you. Josh could not cook. This was a given considering in order to cook, you had to have good coordination and be able to somewhat follow directions. Unless in video game form, it was difficult for Josh to do both. You didn't mind, enjoying making dinner and snacks for the two of you. It wasn't until one night Josh wanted to surprise you. He'd watched a YouTube video online on how to make a baked chicken with broccoli, mashed potatoes, along with a few other things. He didn't think twice about the difficulty, already feeling like a chef as he turned off his phone. He was soon proven very wrong, as about an hour later, you walked into the door to the smell of burning meat and smoke filling your kitchen. Josh stood in the center of it all, surrounded by far too many pans for him to be making such a simple dish, many of them filled with what looked like pure charcoal. He looked at you with sad eyes, a pout on his lips. "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to make a mess. I really just wanted to do something nice for you like you do for me," he said softly as he walked over to you. You embraced him into your arms, pressing a kiss to his head. "Hey, 's okay baby, we can just order takeout," you giggled, deciding to turn the oven off and leave the mess for another time.

Bf!Futturman who has no filter and lacks an understanding of time and place. The two of you were inside an art museum. You pulled out your phone to snap a cute selfie. The moment he saw the camera, he pulled you close, stiffening his entire body as he stared into the camera with a blank expression. You snapped the picture, reviewing it afterward as your smile dropped. "Seriously, Josh?" you asked as you raised your eyebrows, showing him the photo where he looked both uninterested and terrified all at once. He snickered with amusement, his nose scrunching up. "God, people are going to think I kidnapped you," you muttered under your breath. He nudged you with his shoulder, raising his eyebrows up and down. "That's because you did!" he exclaimed as he pretended to yank out of your grip. People began to stare, and Josh just snickered as you smacked his shoulder. "Shut up, Futturman!" you gritted through your teeth, rolling your eyes. God, you loved him, but oh, how he pissed you off sometimes.

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scary-grace · 1 year ago

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the crying game - a shigaraki x f!reader oneshot

You gave up on love a long time ago, but you keep getting invited to weddings, and after eleven receptions spent at the single's table, you're almost at the end of your rope -- until first-time wedding guest Shigaraki Tomura asks you to show him how it's done. (5.7k words, modern AU, no quirks.)

This fic is for @arslansenkai, who saw my milestone post and requested the prompts ‘holding hands’ + ‘listening to the other’s heartbeat’ + ‘whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin’ from this list. Thank you so much for the prompt! I really enjoyed writing it and I swear all three of your prompts made it in here or there.

You hate weddings. You don’t remember when you started hating them, but you know why you started – right around the time when you realized that you’d never have another one of your own, that you’d always be attending someone else’s, and doing that all by yourself, too. Add in the cost of a new dress and new shoes (God forbid you wear the same thing twice in one year) and travel accommodations and a wedding present, and weddings become a big, expensive, depressing waste of a weekend. No matter how much you like the people who are getting married.

And you do like them, this time, even though they’re the twelfth couple from your department at Ultra, Inc. to get married in the last three years. Ochako and Himiko are the kind of couple who shouldn’t make sense, but somehow do – the kind of against-all-odds couple who’d make you believe in love if you didn’t know better. You were rooting for them, you’re glad they’re together, and getting their save-the-date still made you want to drown yourself in the toilet. You opted to drown in vodka instead. You need help.

You need help, and you’re going to get it. After this wedding. So you can figure out how to say no the next time you get an invite. Because out of all the indignities about going single to a wedding, getting stuck at the same table at the wedding reception as the other people who couldn’t snare a date is possibly the worst.

Most couples have at least a few single friends, but Himiko and Ochako are the last of their respective circles to couple up. Or almost-last. The singles table at their wedding included exactly five people at the start of the reception. You, an older woman named Magne, a guy your age whose place-card says Todoroki Touya but insisted that he goes by Dabi, another guy your age whose place-card says Takami Keigo but insisted you call him Hawks, and one more guy your age whose place-card says Shigaraki Tomura and who barely looked up when you introduced yourself.

It wasn’t the worst singles table you’d ever sat at, at the start. Then Magne bailed to sit with somebody she knew at a different table, and Dabi and Hawks hit it off and then snuck off to God knows where, and then it was just you and Shigaraki sitting at your table in the far back corner of the reception hall. That’s how it’s been for an hour, and the only interaction the two of you have had is when you’ve passed the table’s bottle of champagne back and forth, filling your glasses and then draining them out of sync. It’s depressing. After going to eleven weddings in two years, you can hang in there with the best of them, but you’re pretty sure you’re about to crack.

Your glass is empty, and when you reach for the bottle, you find that it’s empty, too. You want to get more, but you’re not going to look like a lush in front of your weird tablemate. “Hey,” you say, and Shigaraki looks up from the screen of his Switch. “This is empty. I’ll go get more if you want it.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Shigaraki says. You raise your eyebrows. “This will suck just as bad whether I’m wasted or not.”

“Yeah,” you admit. “But then you’ll be able to pretend it sucks because you’re wasted, not because you’re stuck at the singles table yet again.”

“Yet again? Sounds like you’re projecting,” Shigaraki says. You shrug. It would hurt more if you hadn’t heard the same thing from at least one person at the last three weddings you went to – usually towards the end of the reception, usually when everybody’s getting weepy and ridiculous. You’re ahead of schedule this time. “Sure. I’ll take more.”

Two tables over, a group of happy couples have abandoned their champagne bucket in favor of the dance floor – or the photo booth, or something. You swap your empty bottle for their full one and come back over, hoping Shigaraki will have gone back to his game and forgotten you existed. No such luck. He’s sitting up, watching you, as you sit down, fill your glass, and slide the bottle back across the table to Shigaraki. “Yet again,” he repeats. You down half your glass in a single swallow. “I’m only halfway through the first one of these stupid things I’ve been to and I’m already done. How many times have you put yourself through it?”

“Eleven,” you say. Shigaraki’s red eyes widen. “No, that’s just people from work. If I count friends from school, it’s, uh – sixteen.”

“If you’re this miserable, stop going.”

“Is that what you do?” you challenge. “When your friends invite you to celebrate the happiest day of their lives, you just don’t go?”

“My friends know better than to invite me to shit like this.” Shigaraki copies you and drains half his glass in one go. “I wouldn’t have come to this one, except Toga critical-hit me with this guilt trip about how we’re her family and she needs her family to be here –”

You did notice a conspicuous lack of parents or relatives on Toga’s side of the aisle. “And I said I’d go if I didn’t have to go alone,” Shigaraki continues. “Dabi was supposed to be doing time with me. Figures he’d score a hookup and bolt.”

“I didn’t know you knew each other,” you say. They barely talked when Dabi was sitting here. “How do you know Himiko?”

“Juvie,” Shigaraki says, and you’re not sober enough to keep the surprise from showing all over your face. He snickers. “Not what you expected?”

You shake your head. “Is that where you know Dabi from?”

“And Spinner,” Shigaraki says, pointing out a purple-haired guy at a different table. “And Twice. Magne was a peer counselor or something. If I hadn’t met them I probably would have killed myself in there.”

You can’t stop your surprise from showing this time, either. Shigaraki grimaces. “Don’t read into that.”

“No promises,” you say. Shigaraki snorts and lifts his glass partway, then drains it. “So you’ve known each other for a while.”

“Yeah. I’m guessing you’re friends with the girlfriend. Wife.” Shigaraki refills his glass again, but leaves it alone for the time being. “How long have you known her?”

“Work,” you say, then facepalm. You’re lucky you manage to do it with the hand not holding your glass of champagne. “Two years or so. I already worked there when she was hired. I kind of watched the whole thing with Himiko from the sidelines.”

That’s how you always watch relationships play out at work, or anywhere, really. Pretending to be happy, really being happy, and still feeling like you’re pulling a tarp over the sinkhole in your chest. “So the wife invited you and you showed up even though you knew you’d hate it,” Shigaraki concludes. “You’re crazier than me. I’m never going to another one of these things again.”

“Not even your own?”

“Do I look like the kind of person somebody marries?” Shigaraki finishes his whole glass in a single swallow. You were thinking about trying to keep up with him, but if you try that, you’ll throw up all over the dress you had to buy, which is probably dry-clean only or something worse. “I don’t get why anyone goes to these things.”

“They’re supposed to be fun,” you say. You feel bad picking on Ochako’s wedding. It’s not Ochako’s fault that you’re single, bitter about it, and this close to drunk on alcohol she paid for. “But they’re usually only fun if you go with someone.”

“I went with somebody. He ditched me to hook up with a guy who named himself after a bird.”

You snicker at that. “I meant a date,” you clarify. “If your date ditches you to hook up, then you’ve got bigger problems than whether you’re having fun at a wedding.”

“He’s not my date. I’m not gay.” Shigaraki looks up. “Did you think I was gay?”

“I really didn’t – think,” you admit. You didn’t come to the wedding looking for a hookup. If you had, you’d have tried to put a move on Hawks before Dabi could. “The activities are more fun with a date.”

“Activities?” Shigaraki asks. “Like games?”

“Uh, sometimes,” you say. You know Ochako set up lawn games outside, and the sun won’t set for a while. “Sometimes there’s an art project you’re supposed to do for the couple, as a keepsake or something. I went to one last year where you were supposed to write a good wish, fold it into a paper crane, and then hang it off a branch of this tree they’d bought.”

“Too much work. What else?”

“Dancing,” you say, although you felt like that was pretty obvious. “And Himiko and Ochako have a photo booth.”

Shigaraki’s nose wrinkles. “Why?”

“As a keepsake for the guests, I guess,” you say. “Again. More of a couple thing.”

“Huh.” Shigaraki pours half a glass this time but still finishes it in one swallow. Then he stands up. “Let’s do it.”

You freeze in the act of pouring yourself another glass. “What?”

“I’m never coming to another wedding. You’re bored and drunk –”

“I’m not the one who’s been treating glasses like shots.”

“So let’s do it,” Shigaraki says, like you didn’t say a word. “If this is the last one I go to, I want to get my money’s worth. Do you have something better to do?”

You were this close to taking out your phone and opening up Tinder. You shake your head. “Finish that,” Shigaraki says, and you finish the half-glass you just poured and get to your feet. “Where’s the stupid photo booth?”

You lead the way. Even in heels, you’re faster than Shigaraki – he’s meandering a little bit, possibly due to all the champagne. You reach out and grab his hand to pull him back on course. He jumps, stumbles into an empty table, and glares at you. “What are you doing?”

“You wanted the wedding date experience. Holding hands is included.” At least you think it should be. If you had a real date you’d want to hold hands with them. Shigaraki follows you a little more closely than before as you make your way up to the photo booth. “It looks like they have props. Should we use them?”

Shigaraki hasn’t let go of your hand. He picks up a fake mustache on a stick. “Who would use this?”

“Me, maybe?” If you had a wedding date, you’d want to be spontaneous and fun. You lift it out of his hand and hold it up to your face. “What do you think?”

“No.” Shigaraki takes it away, puts it back, and picks up a flower crown. “Here.”

“No, that’s for you,” you say. Shigaraki argues, but you pluck it out of his hand and settle it on his head anyway. “See? It looks great.”

“If Dabi sees me wearing this stupid thing –”

“He’ll be jealous,” you say. The crown would look stupid on Dabi’s spiky black hair, but the pastel shades of the flowers look nice with Shigaraki’s blue-grey hair. “Okay. Now you can pick one for me. I’ll even do the mustache.”

“No,” Shigaraki says again. He sorts through the props and comes up with a headband with bunny ears. “This one.”

You two are going to look ridiculous. It’s hard not to laugh, and you haven’t even seen the full effect yet. You put on the headband, thankful that you went for a low-effort hairstyle that’s easy to fix, then pull the curtain on the photo booth and wedge yourself into it. Shigaraki follows you in.

It’s a really tight fit. You were pretty sure the photo booth was a couple activity, but now you’re sure – you love your friends, but you wouldn’t want to end up most of the way into any of their laps. You have to stop holding hands to try to get situated, and while you’re still trying to figure yourselves out, the photo booth takes the first picture. Shigaraki grimaces. “Wait. That probably looked stupid. Where –”

The booth takes the second picture while he’s talking, and you snort. There’s about a ten-second interval to get positioned correctly. You manage to face front in time, but your elbow lands on Shigaraki’s thigh as you’re trying to steady yourself, and he flinches away. You drop out of the frame as the booth snaps the third photo, and it occurs to you that the only part of you visible in the picture will be the bunny ears. Based on the location of the ears in relation to Shigaraki’s body, it’s going to look pretty compromising. You hope no one sees that picture. Ever.

Shigaraki’s snickering as you sit up. “Nice one. I want a copy of – hey!”

You’ve elbowed him on purpose this time, just in time for the fourth photo. The fifth photo’s probably going to be blurry. You’re both lightly shoving each other, trying to get each other out of your personal space without pushing either of you out of the photo booth itself. The sixth photo’s probably the only one that’s worth anything, and it won’t be very good, either – Shigaraki’s flower crown is off-kilter, and you’re pretty sure your headband’s falling off. The printer begins to whir, and the two of you sit in silence as the booth prints out two sets of photos. You pick one up. Shigaraki takes the other. A second later, you’re both laughing.

The photos look even worse than you thought, and somehow that makes them better. The photo where it’s just your ears in the frame features Shigaraki staring down into his lap, looking all kinds of startled, while the photo where you’re pushing each other is blurry enough to be a still from a found-footage horror movie. In your opinion, the first photo is the funniest. “We look like that meme with the cat,” you wheeze. “The one with the loading circle over its head.”

“The last one looks like a mug shot,” Shigaraki says, his laughter so raspy that it borders on a witch’s cackle. “After a bar fight –”

The idea of getting in a bar fight in your wedding outfit sets you off. You slump sideways at an angle and end up with your head against his chest for a few seconds, surprised that you can hear his heartbeat and surprised at how fast it’s beating. “Which of us won?”

“We both lost,” Shigaraki says, and you laugh harder. The two of you look disheveled as hell, and not from anything fun. “Number two is the worst one. You look good and I look like a dumbass.”

“You just had your mouth open,” you say, wiping your eyes. You’re probably smearing your makeup, but who gives a shit. You didn’t do that good of a job on it anyway. “Anyway, that’s the wedding photo booth experience. What do you think?”

“I want to go again,” Shigaraki says. This time, you manage to turn to stare at him without throwing any elbows. “For good ones. No way do people’s girlfriends let them leave with just the stupid ones.”

You would, but then again, there’s not a big enough difference between how you look in bad photos and how you look in good ones for it to matter. “We can do one more,” you agree. “Let’s lose the props.”

Without the flower crown and bunny ears, the silliness factor drops significantly. Now you look less like a couple of drunk clowns pretending to be a couple and more like two people who could actually be together. It weirds you out, but you promised the whole wedding date experience. In the seconds before the first flash goes off, you tilt your head onto Shigaraki’s shoulder.

Shigaraki startles, and as soon as the flash goes off, he pushes you away – but only so he can tilt sideways. He’s taller than you, enough so his cheek rests against the top of your head. Four photos left. When you glances over at Shigaraki, you see that his tie’s crooked, so you fix it for him, burning another photo in the bargain. The fourth photo is Shigaraki shifting the neckline of your dress to cover your bra strap, which is weird but plausible for a couple’s photo booth experience. He has a birthmark just below the right corner of his mouth. You aim for it when you kiss his cheek quickly for the fifth photo.

Shigaraki startles again, and you sit back – but not too far. You’re still close enough that Shigaraki only has to lean forward a few inches for his lips to meet yours.

You weren’t planning to kiss him. It’s not much of a kiss, and it doesn’t last long, but your heart is still racing as the booth spits out your second sheet of photos. You’re almost scared to look. Shigaraki’s hesitant, too, and when you both flip the sheets over to check, he says exactly what you’re thinking. “Shit.”

The first set of photos were a joke. The second set – either you and Shigaraki are really good actors or you’re both really drunk, because they look way too plausible for comfort. The ones where you’re fussing over each other’s clothes are probably the worst offenders on that front, but you’re most alarmed by the last two. You’re smiling as you kiss his cheek. You can see the corner of your mouth turned up. And you didn’t see where Shigaraki’s hand was when he kissed you, but the photo’s preserved the evidence. It’s right by the side of your face, curved like he wants to cradle your jaw in his hand.

Exactly sixty seconds ago, the two of you were screwing around in here. Now it feels like there’s static running back and forth between you, and you scramble out of the booth in a hurry, almost tripping over your feet. Shigaraki gets out, too, leaning against the booth to steady himself. Without a word, he takes both of your sets of photos and tucks them into his suit jacket along with his sets, then fills your suddenly-empty hand with his own. “Now what?”

The static shock is between your hands now. “My hand is humming,” you say, like an idiot, and Shigaraki tightens his grip. “Um, I think there are some games outside.”

“Fine.”

It’s warm outside, but getting cooler as the sun begins to set. There are a lot of games, and most of them are being ignored in favor of a bunch of the goofiest guys from your office playing cornhole while their girlfriends/boyfriends watch. You determine instantly that you’re not coordinated enough for anything that involves throwing something, which leaves you exactly one option. “How about that one?”

“Jenga?”

“Jenga XL,” you say. Shigaraki snorts. “My hand-eye coordination’s too bad right now for a throwing game. This will be safer.”

Whoever was playing the oversized Jenga last left the blocks in a heap. You and Shigaraki can’t hold hands while you stack them up, and as you do, your assumption that Jenga would be safer than something else gets tested in the most embarrassing way possible – and of course Shigaraki points it out. “You’re short. If this thing falls on you it’ll flatten you.”

“It won’t fall,” you say with more confidence than you feel. “I’m good at this.”

“Go first, then, if you’re so good at it.”

You get a block out without trouble, but you have to rely on Shigaraki to re-stack it for you, which he does, wearing a really frustrating smirk. “You should have worn taller shoes.”

“I can’t walk in taller shoes,” you say. “Or dance. Are you going to want to dance?”

“If it’s part of the wedding date experience, yeah.” Shigaraki carefully extracts his block and sets it on top of the tower. He’s not all that much taller than you. If the game goes on long enough, he’ll have trouble re-stacking. “They don’t exactly teach dance classes in juvie.”

“It’s not that kind of dancing,” you say. Shigaraki looks relieved. “If it’s going to be that kind of dancing, they warn you on the invitation. A friend of mine who got married last year only played swing music at her reception. She sent out a certificate for free lessons with her save-the-date.”

“Control issues?”

“I think she just wanted stuff her way,” you say. You ease another block out of the tower and hand it over to Shigaraki. “Hers was nice. Everything ran on time, and she sent out thank-you notes six weeks after the wedding.”

Shigaraki stacks your block, then pulls out one of his own. You realize with a jolt that he’s missing the index and middle fingers from his left hand. “What’s the worst one you’ve ever been to?”

“Um.” You don’t want to say this. You really don’t – but you drank too much, and you should be honest. “Mine.”

“You’re married?”

“Divorced,” you say. “Three months after the wedding. I didn’t have the ring on long enough to get a tan line.”

Shigaraki doesn’t say anything. The tower is getting unstable, so you’re careful as you wiggle out one of the side blocks on a row about halfway up. You keep an eye on Shigaraki’s shadow as you do it, bracing yourself for him to walk away. Would you walk away if he told you he was divorced? No, but you’re divorced, so it matters less to you. “Three months,” Shigaraki repeats. “How’d that happen?”

“You’re lucky you aren’t asking me that six years ago,” you say. “With how much I drank tonight, I’d have gone off.”

“Go off. I want to hear it.” Shigaraki actually looks interested. “Anyone who fucks this up deserves it.”

He’s gestures at you. You don’t know what to make of that, and you’ve got a block halfway out of the tower. You go back to work on it. “How do you know it wasn’t me?”

“I know,” Shigaraki says. “How’d it happen?”

“This is pathetic,” you warn. Shigaraki gestures for you to go on. You sigh. “We were together since high school. Midway through college I got a bad feeling that we were drifting apart and I couldn’t take the suspense, so I tried to end it. And he popped the question. We got married six months later and three months after that he knocked up my cousin.”

“Damn,” Shigaraki remarks.

“They’re still together,” you say. “The kid’s in primary school this year. And every year around the holidays my aunt and my cousin pick a fight with me about how I need to be nicer to him, because we’re all a family now.”

You finally manage to extract the block, and Shigaraki takes it from you before you can offer it to him. You can’t read his expression, and just like when you sensed things with your ex were falling apart, you can’t take the suspense. “Pathetic?” you prompt.

“Your ex is a loser.”

“You haven’t seen what my cousin looks like.”

“He’s still a loser,” Shigaraki says. He pulls out a block. “I get it, though.”

Your stomach clenches. “What do you mean?”

“If my girlfriend was leaving me because I was dicking around, I might do something like that, too.” Shigaraki sets his block on top of the tower. Your options for blocks to pull are getting slimmer by the turn. “Popping the question. Not knocking up your cousin.”

“I have other cousins,” you say. Shigaraki snorts. “I thought you said you weren’t getting married.”

“I said nobody was going to marry me,” Shigaraki corrects. What’s the difference? “Your turn.”

You’re out of blocks at shoulder height. And chest height. And waist height. You crouch down instead, doing your best to balance in your heels, and start trying to wiggle a block loose on the fourth level up from the ground. Shigaraki’s voice follows you down. “If you were ready to ditch him, why did you say yes?”

Now you’re at a real risk of crying. Six years of intermittent only-when-you’ve-got-the-money counseling hasn’t made a dent in this one thing. You remind yourself that Shigaraki can’t see your face and work on keeping your voice steady. “I was the one who asked him out in the first place, back in high school. I always had this weird sense that we wouldn’t be together if I hadn’t. So when he proposed I thought it meant he was choosing me, like I chose him. Which was a stupid reason to say yes.”

You wanted to believe. You wanted to believe so badly that you were worth it, and now you’re divorced at twenty-eight, barely talking to the half of your family that took your cousin’s side, going on a grand total of one real date in the entire time since then that you got up and left partway through because you couldn’t fake hope or excitement for one second longer. The kiss you planted on Shigaraki in the photo both was the most action you’ve gotten in two years, and you’ve put more effort into the fake wedding-date experience than you have into even looking for a hookup. You’re pathetic. This is pathetic. You should be embarrassed, and you are.

But you got your stupid block out. You straighten up and hold it out to Shigaraki, who stacks it for you. You can’t read his expression, and you’re a little too dysregulated to be anything but blunt. “That’s my tragic backstory. What’s your damage?”

“What, going to juvie doesn’t count?” Shigaraki crouches down to pull a block from the opposite side of the same row you just weakened. He’s doing it right-handed; he’s waving his left with its missing fingers at you. “This doesn’t count? The fact that I don’t have eyebrows doesn’t count? Your problem is being a dumb kid with a shitty family and a shitty ex. My problem is that I exist. We’re not the same.”

He straightens up and drops his block on top of the tower. You can see that he’s tenser than before, and you can’t think of anything to say that won’t sound patronizing. “I didn’t notice about the eyebrows until you said something.”

“Great.” Shigaraki won’t look at you. “Your turn.”

You crouch down again. The row below the row Shigaraki just knocked down to one block seems like the safest bet. You start pulling at it, frustrated at the way it sticks. “Careful,” Shigaraki says after a second. “If you don’t watch out –”

The tower topples. You’re crouched down, with no chance of getting out of the way in time, and all you can do is sit there, stunned, while three dozen giant Jenga blocks crash down around your head. The corner of one catches your temple, digs in, and you flinch. But the blocks are light. You’re startled, and humiliated, and possibly bleeding a little bit, but you’re fine. “Are you okay?” Shigaraki asks. You give a thumbs-up, and he crouches down next to you. “I don’t believe you. You look – shit, your face is bleeding.”

“I’m good,” you say. “It’s a good thing we took pictures already. This is not part of the wedding-date experience.”

“I’m done with that,” Shigaraki says, and your heart sinks. Even though it shouldn’t. Even though none of this mattered to begin with, even though you know better, you hoped. You weren’t hoping for anything much – just to keep having fun, just to not spend the rest of the wedding alone. “You have a purse, right? Do you have napkins in there or something?”

“Your suit comes with a pocket square.” You pluck it out of his pocket and press it to your temple. “I’ll pay for cleaning it.”

“Don’t bother. It was my dad’s. He doesn’t have much use for it in solitary.”

Shigaraki helps you up while you’re still processing that one and tugs you away from the wreckage of the Jenga tower, onto a bench. The view of the sunset is really good from here. Further down the lawn, you can see Himiko and Ochako and their photographer doing a last round of pictures, and you slide your feet out of your shoes. It’s that point in the wedding. You’ll probably stay here for the rest of the night.

“Do you need ice?” Shigaraki asks. You shake your head. It doesn’t hurt, or maybe the fact that the sinkhole in your chest is eating the tarp you put over it just hurts more. “Do you still want to dance?”

“You said you were done with the wedding date thing.”

“Yeah. I’m done with the part where it’s fake.”

Maybe you hit your head harder than you thought you did. “What do you mean?”

“Seriously?” Shigaraki sounds annoyed. “I let you put a flower crown on me.”

“Is that some kind of mating ritual in juvie?” The instant you say it, you feel bad, but Shigaraki laughs. “If you’re trying to say something, say it. I don’t do very well with ambiguity on my best night and I’m still kind of drunk.”

“Same here. Otherwise I’d sit on this, and my friends would spend the rest of their lives listening to me bitch about how I didn’t ask out the girl from Toga’s wedding.” Shigaraki’s hand lifts from his lap, rises to his neck, then falls back. “I want to dance with you. Toga and her wife are having an after-party at their place, and I want you to come to it with me. And I want your number so we can hang out again sometime when we’re not wasted. Because I like you.”

You must have hit your head really hard. “We met three hours ago.”

“So? Toga said she knew she was going to marry the wife the first time they made eye contact,” Shigaraki says. That sounds like something Himiko would say. You’ve met her a few times at work parties and she’s always struck you as a little intense and a little off-the-wall. “Do you want to dance or not? Make up your mind.”

You want to say yes. What comes out is something really stupid, so stupid that you can’t look at him while you say it. “This is the kind of thing that happens to other people.”

“What, meeting somebody who asks you out?”

It sounds stupid when he says it like that. You keep his dad’s pocket square pressed to your temple and try to explain. “The whole thing where you meet somebody when you weren’t expecting to meet anybody and things click, at least on your end, and since you know it’s just on your end you try not to get your hopes up – but the other person tells you that it clicked for them, too –”

“That’s dumb.” Shigaraki doesn’t sound like he’s being mean. You could almost call it affectionate. “Forget who it happens to. I’m asking you out. Do you –”

Screw it. If this is some kind of hallucination, you want to enjoy it. If it’s real, you don’t want to miss out. You turn back to face Shigaraki. “Yes.”

He grins, and you notice a scar over his mouth, too. “Good. Now what?”

You think about kissing him. You decide to try hugging first, which involves getting at least as close to him as you did when you were in the photo booth, on purpose this time. Shigaraki isn’t particularly tall or bulky, but when you hug him, you’re surprised to notice that he’s hiding some muscle underneath his suit jacket. Kind of a lot of muscle. Huh. Shigaraki notices that you’re investigating a little bit. “What?” he asks, his mouth against your ear. “Did you think all I do is game?”

“I don’t know what you do all day,” you say. “We didn’t get to that part yet.”

“We will.” Shigaraki draws back from you, and you loosen your grip even as his hand rises to cradle your jaw. This time you see the kiss coming from a mile away, and this time, you lean in.

Everything’s different this time, except the thing that startles the two of you apart – the bright flash of a camera going off. “Tomura-kun!” Himiko squeals from somewhere nearby. “I told you you’d have fun at my wedding. Who is that? She’s so cute!”

For a second you’re worried Shigaraki doesn’t know your name, but he must have been paying more attention than you thought he was when you introduced yourself, because he introduces you to Toga without missing a beat. “She’s one of my coworkers,” Ochako explains, smiling at you. Even through the smile you can see the incredulity on her face, and you know you’ll be getting a lot of questions about this when she gets back from her honeymoon. “I’m so sorry we had to put you at that table. I wanted to put you with everybody from work, but they all had plus-ones –”

“It’s fine,” you say faintly. Himiko’s photographer takes another picture, this time of all four of you talking. “It worked out.”

“She’s coming to your party,” Shigaraki informs Himiko. “I invited her.”

“Oh, good!” Himiko turns her attention to you. “It’s going to be so fun! We have games and movies and we’re going to stay up all night.”

“You should come inside now,” Ochako says. “There are mosquitos out here, and we’re supposed to have cake soon –”

“And we’re going to do the Time Warp. I put that on the playlist for you special, Tomura-kun,” Himiko says. She glances at you. “It’s the only dance he knows.”

Shigaraki flushes, grimaces, but you tilt your head against his shoulder again, lacing his fingers with yours for the third time tonight. You don’t know what he does all day when he’s not at weddings he doesn’t want to go to. You don’t know if what he said about his dad being in solitary confinement was a joke or not. You don’t know what happened to his hand or where he got his scars, or even where his eyebrows went. But you know he likes you. You know you like him enough to give things a shot, at least for tonight, and that’s better than you’ve felt in a long time.

And you know he can dance, even if it’s only the Time Warp. For right now, you don’t need to know any more than that.

#shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #x reader #reader insert #man door hand hook car door #a bisquared production

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aka-indulgence · 11 months ago

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take my hand.

Thank you @skelliefanatic for the lovely commission! ^u^ Here’s a tasty tasty outcode stealing you story owo

(Nightmare!Sans x Reader)

Sans didn’t come. Again. After all you’ve prepared this time, the ambience, the dress, all the bells and whistles. You want to be understanding, but your feelings overwhelm you and you need a moment of peace for yourself.

… But don’t worry. If Sans wasn’t here, there was someone even better to take his place. He promises.

CW: Kidnapping, implied mind influences, minor angst

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“i don’t understand,”

Sans stares at the screen, ignoring all the other sounds and lights in his room, a warning indicator glowing on and off.

[WEAKENING DETECTED] were written in bold, big letters in the middle. The borders of this universe have been having issues like this for a while now, something he’s been trying to look into, but today it was the worst he’s ever seen it.

He can’t rest until he’s found the answer. Everyone is relying on him, whether they knew it or not.

In his frenzy, he fails to notice his phone lighting up, neglected on the workbench behind him.

[Missed Alarm]

[Missed Call 2 mins]

[Missed Call 10 mins]

[Missed Call 17 mins]...

*********

The ambience was perfect. The candlelit table. The open air balcony. The stars were starting to show as the sky turned from purple to navy, the sun having set moments ago. It was the perfect romantic dinner.

… If only your date showed up.

You move around the last piece of calamari on your plate, exhaling the well of sadness building in your chest in a long sigh. You felt silly, sitting here alone in your nice clothes and feeling sad. How long have you been sitting here now? Long enough for the waiter to come over and ask you if you had more to order?

You eat the last piece of squid. You were grateful it tasted as good as it was, because if it wasn’t you think you wouldn’tve been able to finish the whole plate. You meant to share it.

Did he forget again…?

It’s a strange feeling, being a little hungry while having no appetite. The small plate of appetizer didn’t fill you up, but… you really wanted to eat with him. You’ve even waited before you got this appetizer.

A minute turned to five, which turned to fifteen, then thirty… now it’s close to an hour. It’s upsetting, having an empty stomach, surrounded by good-smelling food and not feeling like you can eat.

You knew that logically, no one was really paying attention. Apart from your server that isn’t paid to judge you, you knew no one would really notice you. But still, you could feel your cheeks run hot with embarrassment, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that people were looking at you. You were wearing something nice- an asymmetrical white dress, accented by a small black belt around your waist, with shiny black heels- sitting in this balcony area with a table for two. You were surrounded by couples who had the same thought you did, that this was a lovely place to have dinner with someone special.

Eventually, you let out a shaky breath and put the fork down. You stand up, and make your way to the stairs down from the balcony.

“S-sorry, I’m coming back. I just need a moment to step outside,” you say to your server, trying to keep your voice from cracking. He nods and you give him a shaky smile, before hurriedly descending down the steps to the gardens.

It was quite dark. There were some ornamental streetlamps on the pathways, but they were sparse and spaced out from each other. Most of the lights were outdoor lights, lighting up the bushes, little pockets of light. It seemed no one else was in the garden.

Finally, privacy.

You make your way to a bench right under a lamppost and sit on it heavily, allowing yourself to sag.

You knew that Sans gets busy a lot. He had projects that he’d excitedly tell you about, and he’s gotten more work as a scientist lately, something he told you he thought he’d never get back into. It’s exciting. Sans told you he had a lot of things going on right now. You were happy for him, you were happy he was reigniting his long forgotten passion. You were just… looking so forward to this.

You feel silly too, you don’t want to be too upset about this- you want to be understanding! You’re not even an item with Sans yet. But you wanted to be. This would be a huge leap, it was a big date. It felt natural, knowing Sans for as long as you did. You fantasized sitting there with him, you’d be laughing at him making knock knock jokes at the table, he’d spill ketchup on his clothes and say he looks better that way, you’d be watching how the light danced over his face.

But he wasn’t here.

Your eyes stung, and you felt mist building. You quickly wipe them away with your fingers- you didn’t feel like crying right now.

Your phone opens with a click, and for a moment you have to shield your eyes. The screen was too bright for your now-sensitive eyes. You open your messages app to Sans’ contact, refreshing it to see if anything’s changed.

No response. You had the last message, and Sans hasn’t answered in the last two hours.

You frown, your heart feeling heavy.

I don’t think it’s happening today, you finally admitted to yourself. I guess we can just do something else some other time. Something smaller

You suck in a breath (and a tear for the matter,) and click away on your keyboard.

You: Hey, are you busy?

You: Tell me if you are ok? :)

Your fingers tap against the back of your phone as the messages load, three dots bouncing over your message. It sends.

You wait for a few seconds, expecting to see… something. A reply, a read sign. Neither happens.

You sputter and deflate, turning your phone off. You’ll have to talk to Sans some other day- for now you needed to gather yourself and come back to your table. Maybe you could just buy a meal for yourself; you were already here, might as well take advantage of the delicious food you’ve spent half your day fantasizing about.

You must’ve been very engrossed in your phone, because you hadn’t noticed that someone was nearby and you jolt when a voice suddenly speaks.

“good evening. may i ask why a beautiful woman like yourself is all alone out here in the garden? it seems quite the lonely place to be instead of the dining room,”

His voice was deep, yet soft, almost hypnotic. Like a voice you could imagine sending you off to sleep. Despite his sudden appearance, there was an inviting tone to his words that drew you in.

“O-oh,” you blushed, fixing your hair. You wondered how much of your emotional turmoil this stranger saw. “Yeah. I just needed a minute,”

“you look troubled. what’s the matter?”

You sigh, hiding your frown behind your fingers. There was no reason to lie, so you tell him, “my um… my date didn’t show up. It’s been an hour,”

He made a sound of pity. “you poor thing… that’s a shame, really. what sort of fool would pass up on a woman like you?”

“I… oh,” you giggle nervously. It’s a bit embarrassing how quickly your mood brightens from the pretty words this stranger was giving you. You find your cheeks turning warm and you couldn’t stop the smile growing on your face. Any other time, if you found yourself sitting alone in a dark place and a man approached you, you would’ve been frightened. But, there was something about him that made your walls crumble. Maybe it’s because your date missed you again and you just liked the attention this man was giving you.

You try to get a proper look of him, but you couldn’t quite make him out. He was standing in the shade, just out of reach of the lamppost’s light, standing beside a big bush. Even so, it was strange. He looks to be in complete darkness, the shadows that fell on him and surrounded him left him completely featureless… almost. The only thing that you could see was a vague silhouette that seemed to shift and swirl in shape whenever you tried to focus on it, a big grin, and a bright, glowing, cyan eye.

His grin reminded you of Sans. Maybe you just liked wide-grinning monsters?

“if i were him, i wouldn’t make you wait. i’d be there to pick you up and take you here. i would lavish you with all the things you wanted in life… i would treat you better than he does,” he avows. “it’s quite the tragedy that you’re taken by a lesser man,”

You could feel this man was trying to flatter you, and you didn’t want Sans to seem bad. But you still felt compelled. “Uh, actually, we’re not dating yet. This was supposed to be a step closer, haha…”

You could see his eye crinkle. He was both metaphorically and physically brightening upon hearing that.

“oh! is that so?... how would you like if i treated you to dinner?”

“Oh, um, you don’t have to…” you fidgeted with your hand. Besides, you felt guilty about going with someone else while Sans wasn’t here.

“why not? he isn’t here, and you don’t owe him anything. he can’t be upset with you if he missed his chance at claiming you to be his. besides, you could use a little bit of fun,”

You look away, instead having your eyes at the stone pathways, scratching your wrist. He… he isn’t wrong. If anything went wrong you didn’t even have to stay with him. It was ok to have a little fun… right? You deserved this much after he’s missed a meeting with you so many times already.

“I suppose you’re right,” You say uncertainly.

The figure smirks.

“smart girl… i could give you much more than a simple dinner date,” he claims. “i could give you everything you desire. hell, i could give you something better than all that you desired. i could become the man you’ve always dreamed of,”

You raised your eyebrows. He was talking about a lot of grandiose things, and honestly, he sounds like he came out straight from a movie. You were a mix of perplexed and a little intrigued.

“How can you be so sure of that? You don’t even know what I want,”

He chuckles, and takes a step towards the light… only to disappear into the floor.

You stand up, alert, wondering if he tripped or- or something, but then you squeak when you hear him on the other side of you, still cloaked in shadow.

“oh my dear… i am a man capable of many things.” He chuckles.

Oh. He could teleport like Sans?

“Ahah,” you laugh nervously. Were you just interested in people that were somewhat similar to Sans? Why was it alluring you?

The stranger taps on his chin like he’s trying to make a guess of you. “forgive me if i’m a bit presumptuous, but you seem like a lady up to my speed. would you like to travel? to see the world?”

Just as he speaks them, you could see them in your mind’s eye, more vivid than you’ve ever imagined them. You see the seaside. Fields of flower. A great mountain. Colorful architecture you’ve never seen before.

“I… do…”

“i don’t think you’re the type for a lavish life but… wouldn’t you like to live deliciously?” He offers. “you don’t need gold, jewelries, a mansion, i’m sure, but. i think you’d like to live in a way where you don’t have to worry about any material thing ever again?”

“O-of course, everyone wants that,” was he rich? Was he offering you his worldly possessions? “But you’re right, that’s not what I’m looking for, not right now.”

It’d be nice. It’s a dream everyone has, but right now you really just wanted someone to-

“of course. you want someone to love you? i can provide that.” He smiles. “i would never let an esteemed woman like yourself be neglected. i can be an excellent lover. i’ll give you all the affection you could ever want and more,”

You press your lips and pinch your dress. It sounds so good, too good even. Did you really want to go with this man you’ve never met before? You don’t know him. But you could feel you soul being tugged towards him, you want to experience all the things he’s saying to you…

It sounds like a dream you want to live in.

B-but, you thought, but Sans,

“we don’t have to think about him anymore,” the stranger interjects, as if he could hear your thoughts. “why stay with him when he isn’t giving you the time of day? you aren’t even with him and he’s already being inattentive,”

He scoffs.

“i could give you so much more than sans ever could,”

“I… what?” You felt a sudden chill run over your skin. “H-how… how do you know his name?”

The stranger smiles casually, warping to a different spot in the shadows. It feels like he was surrounding you.

“i’m simply a man that knows many things, my dear,” he chuckles.

“and why would you give that pathetic monster the time of day anyway? he’s slow, he’s lazy, he’s unrefined. when he isn’t face deep buried in his research, he’s telling uncreative jokes. he can’t even keep track of time. he gets snarky with humans, he- he doesn’t deserve you,” he speaks very fast, every word spilling out of his mouth laced with more malice and venom.

You feel frozen in your spot as he regains his composure. He closes his eyes and takes a breath, light flooding back into view, and something retracting into him.

After a few moments, his smile returns, and his gaze falls back on you. The fear you felt quickly gets chased away, like… just seeing that smile could comfort you. You don’t feel like running anymore.

“i’m so sorry for that. i simply just want the best for you, darling,” he purrs, “don’t worry. with me, it’ll be so easy. you want your dreams to come true, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you say, all dreamy-like.

“of course. all you have to do is take my hand,”

For the first time since he appeared, he extended his hand into the light. Even so, he was still the color of midnight. His sleeve, his… bones?

“i can be anything you like,”

His face emerged from the shadows, a skull.

Your heart stopped.

He looked exactly like Sans. His grin, his sockets, his round skull, his face-

You broke out of whatever sense of security you felt and took a hasty step back. Suddenly everything felt wrong, it felt like you just raised your head out of a sea of sludge, that you could finally see things clearly now. Your body was screaming now, that this stranger was far more dangerous than you could’ve imagined.

You walk backwards slowly, and with a shaky smile, you try to end things amicably with him.

“Th-thank you for the offer… sir. You have been very kind and it sounds so wonderful, b-but, I think I’ll have to decline for now. I need to get back to my table, I’ve made them wait too long…”

You turn around to escape to the restaurant, and you miss how his smile fades.

“... wrong answer.”

You scream when something wet cinches around your middle, and you would’ve tumbled if it hadn’t squeezed you so tightly. You pull against it, and you only have a moment to look at it- a slimy tendril, covered in what looked like tar- before you’re yanked away and forced to turn towards your assailant.

The stranger walks fully out of the shadows this time, revealing that he was completely covered in the same black sludge that dripped down from his tendril. It wasn’t just his face that looked like Sans. From head to toe he was a spitting image of him: wearing a jacket and shorts just like your favorite skeleton but wrong, corrupted. You watched in horror as three more identical tentacles snake out of his back, flailing in the air, droplets of ooze falling and fading on the pathway. He looks disappointed.

“it’s a shame, really,” he laments, his voice sounding richer and more otherworldly than before. “i wanted to make this a dream for you. i would’ve gone against my very nature to make you happy. but you just had to make this difficult for yourself…”

He smiled pityingly at you.

“i apologize for the nightmare to come,”

He starts to sink into the puddle forming under him. Nothing but blind, hot white panic filled your very being as the rest of his tendrils snatched you around your wrists and ankles, screaming as you’re dragged in along with him. The sounds of his wicked laughter ring all around you, his eye alight with twisted delight. You turn around and fall against the floor, trying to claw your way away from him, whining when your fingers can’t find purchase. You feel his phalanges wrap around your leg, and you scream as you’re pulled down into the darkness.

The garden falls silent.

…

Sans rushes into the restaurant in his labcoat, phone clutched in his fingers. He’s sweating, rushing towards the balcony area the receptionist told him you’d be.

“w-wait (y/n), i’m here!”

He… stops. Your table is empty. There is a cheque on top of it, stained with black ink in the corners.

It’s been paid.

#commission #commissions #nightmare sans #aka writing #throws myself at him #oh no hes trying to seduce me……

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puck-luck · 8 months ago

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Ooh omg congrats on the 1K!!

I would like to request 5 of clubs with Jack Hughes please. (Maybe with an exhibition kink 🙈)

This isn't quite as clubs-like or exhibitionist, but I've been feeling slightly out of the mood today (I think because I had to make a lesson about the American relationship with Native Americans during colonization... not the most uplifting topic). Hoping for something better tomorrow!

Also I'm watching a 2.5 hour video essay about One Direction's history right now. I love that people can make whatever content they want, and they usually give it their all :)

after typing that i'm realizing that statement is really meta since i'm writing nhl fanfic. sigh. ok fine i guess i enjoy my own content whatever

Warnings: fingering, exhibition, Paul Mescal in Gladiator II WC: 592

You’ve never been one to keep trivial secrets from Jack. He’s your boyfriend and you are thoroughly against miscommunication. Your openness has resulted in plenty of fun jokes for Jack, the latest of which has landed you in your current predicament. You’re in the bougie movie theater that Jack always splurges on, sitting in a plush recliner and watching Gladiator II. Jack thought this would be a fun date night, because– well– you love Paul Mescal.

It’s something about his nose. It’s very Roman, which you find sexy. Jack knows this, and knows that you’ve particularly enjoyed the costume design of the film, even joking with you about dressing up like a gladiator for Halloween.

He hadn’t mentioned it again until this morning, which is when he told you that he’d bought some tickets for the film. It had actually been out for a while now, so the theater is relatively empty, but you’d never had the time to see the movie. Jack, after all, had wanted to see it with you… probably because he wanted to pull something like this.

He knows that Paul Mescal is your celebrity crush. You’ve been repeating that to yourself since you realized that it’s the motivation behind Jack’s movements. His touch had been casual at first, just tapping his fingers against your thigh. He’d convinced you to wear a skirt by claiming you’d be going to dinner afterward. You expect that his real reason is that he wanted easy access.

His fingers are inside of you now, petting over your walls. He’s teasing you, moving slowly when Paul Mescal isn’t on screen and thrusting into you at a quicker pace when your crush graces your vision with his presence. Jack also particularly likes drawing circles over your clit as he moves inside you, constantly keeping you on the edge.

“Jack,” you hiss, ready to try and convince him to stop, even though you only half-want his movements to cease. You’re flushing a bit, eyes darting around the theater to make sure no one is watching you. There are only a few other groups in the theater: another couple two rows ahead, a group of university-aged girls near the middle of the theater, two middle aged women in the front row. All in all, there are less than fifteen people in this theater.

“Be quiet, baby. I can’t have everyone hearing you,” Jack murmurs. He shoves a handful of popcorn into his mouth, continuing his movements. He’s acting completely normal, even as your cunt squeezes him tight.

You bring your hand down and clutch his wrist, trying to halt his movements.

Jack turns to you. “Do you really want me to stop?” He asks quietly. Paul Mescal starts speaking on the screen and Jack’s eyes flicker away from you to check the screen. His thumb increases its pace against your clit and his fingers flex rapidly inside of you.

You whimper a bit, clenching down involuntarily. Your knuckles turn white while your fingers grip his arm. Your hips jolt.

Jack quirks an eyebrow.

“No,” you admit, loosening your grip and allowing him to continue.

“Just pay attention to Paul,” Jack encourages, smirking at you and brushing a kiss against your cheek. “I’m just here to help you along, baby.”

You scoff quietly, cringing a bit at his words.

Jack clocks your reaction, his face breaking out in a tiny smile. He giggles to himself, tracing the line of your jaw before mouthing against your throat. “Don’t laugh. We’re having fun. You, me, and your other boyfriend.”

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sxfterhearts · 1 year ago

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backstage visits

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ idol!jiung x non-idol!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: fluff semi-inspired by love story, p1h (aka my fav p1h song!!) and a mini-continuation of neighbourly visits (but can be read as a standalone!)

♡ word count: 2,469 words

♡ summary: jiung's been acting weird and distant all week. but everything changes when you receive an mcountdown backstage pass in the mail...

♡ author’s note: hey guys! i've been thinking about this one for awhile. perhaps i should make it into a mini-series? pls let me know what you think (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

“She’s here, Jiung.”

“What?” Jiung gasped in shock. Turning to Jongseob, he asked urgently with firm hands grasping on his friends’ shoulders, “Where is she?”

“Dressing room 3, the one with the stage costumes.”

Jiung was about to run off, but turned around to quickly express his gratitude. “Thanks, man.”

Jongseob nodded with an understanding smile. “Don’t mess it up this time.”

Jiung shot him a nervous smile before disappearing into a blur of orange and white amongst the backstage hallways.

You were sitting on the couch in the middle of the quiet dressing room, eyes darting around nervously. You crossed, then uncrossed your legs a few times, uncertain.

You felt out of place. You’ve never attended a music show screening before, let alone been inside the building where the recordings took place. You were usually a self-assured, confident person, but striking, glittery costumes of all shapes, sizes and colours surrounded you, and you couldn’t help but to look down at your own clothes – just a normal t-shirt and jeans. Plain, like the rest of you.

Which is one of the reasons, if not the main reason, why you were so nervous right now. In the past few weeks since you visited Jiung in the hospital, you had undoubtedly gotten closer to your former-childhood neighbour-turned-popular K-Pop idol. You went over to their dorms a bunch of times to drop off food and side dishes that your mother sent for him, and took him out on gentle walks around the outskirts of Seoul. You even accompanied him and his mother for dinner when she came to visit him last weekend.

But it was… for the lack of better words, getting a little bit confusing for you. On one hand, you knew that you two were clearly not together. Yet, on the other hand, it seemed to you like you were more than just friends. Which begs the question, what were you to him, exactly?

The past week since his mother’s visit had been odd. You understood that, as an idol, his schedule was hectic and unpredictable. However, when before he used to answer you within the hour, he started leaving more and more of your messages on read. It felt like you were talking to a wall. And the one time you did meet up for ice cream in the middle of the night after his dance practice, you could tell that his mind was elsewhere. It felt like he wasn’t even really there, and like he didn’t want to hang out with you, but was forced to.

That was on Wednesday. After gobbling up your ice cream, you made some stupid excuse about having to double-check something for work and left earlier than you anticipated. You initially thought that the two of you would take a stroll around the Han River, but given his state, you decided to just leave without another word.

Which was why, when you came home on Friday after work and found a ticket and backstage pass for MCountdown in your mailbox, you were stunned. You quickly searched up the show’s lineup, and sure enough, P1Harmony were performing on Sunday night. You weren’t entirely sure what it meant, and whether or not it was even a good idea to show up, but after talking to a few close friends about it, you made the decision to go. After all, what’s the worst that could happen, right?

Which brings you to the current situation – phone lying idly by your side, teeth gnawing at your lips, and fingers fidgeting with the ends of a sequin dress hanging beside you. Why did he invite you here? Your mind began to spiral in the empty space, where only muffled instrumentals could be heard from the faraway performance stage. You felt like you were always lingering around the peripherals of Jiung’s life, never floating in the same orbit, let alone galaxy, as him. Because let’s be honest, until a few weeks ago when he let you slip in by the backdoor of his life, him, and his voice, were merely something you could only savour from behind a wall, or behind a screen.

Was it, perhaps… Did he call me here to end it?

The door burst wide open at that moment, revealing a very out-of-breath, yet impeccably dressed and styled Jiung.

Figures, you thought, as you scanned the boy in front of you from head to toe and rose to your feet. He had a blue knitted shawl thrown over a white long sleeve, and… what were those? Hand warmers? You never really understood fashion anyways.

Jiung took a few seconds to catch his breath and compose himself, not daring to meet your eyes lest they betray him for even a second. When he was rushing to see you before the performance, heck, even when he slipped the backstage passes into your mailbox, truthfully, he wasn’t really thinking.

See, Jiung was new to this whole… feelings thing. He never used to acknowledge them, let alone think about, process, or talk about them to another person. Growing up, he learned that bottling things up was the quickest and most efficient way to deal with difficult emotions, and that it was the best way to ensure he got back into work. But for some reason, after you reappeared in his life, he started to realise that his default coping mechanisms weren’t that foolproof after all.

And now, he wants to take a big step towards working on this flaw of his. If he could just work up the nerve to look you in the eye…

You cleared your throat, somewhat uncomfortably.

His head shot up in alarm, like a deer caught in headlights. With wide eyes, he stared at you. You stared back at him. Both of you tried to remain expressionless, unsure of what the other was thinking. Both of you had so much to say, but neither had the guts to break the silence.

“I’m sorry I was an ass –”

“Do you hate me –?”

The two of you spoke in unison, overlapping voices filling the dressing room.

Jiung closed his eyes and took a deep breath upon hearing your words. “What I wanted to say was,” A heavy exhale. “I’m sorry. I was being an ass. And no, I don’t hate you.” He chuckled humorlessly. “In fact, it’s quite the opposite.” He muttered, more to himself than anything.

But you heard him. “Yeah,” You laughed softly, nodding. “Yeah, you kinda were an ass.”

“It’s just…” He was looking down at the ground, but his body unconsciously moved closer and closer, towards you, like there was a gravitational pull towards your entire being. “It’s… I didn’t know what to do.”

“About what?” You found yourself moving forward voluntarily, taking baby steps towards him.

“About…” He waved his hands in the air. “About all this. About us…”

Your face fell. You took a step back. “Oh.” You exhaled, feeling your heart sink into a bottomless chasm.

“It’s hard for me, you know? It’s confusing. I got confused.”

Your lips start to tremble. At first, you were so sure that nothing could be worse than absolute radio silence from Jiung. Turns out, this was worse, much worse. Actually hearing his voice utter these words to you were like daggers aimed at your poor soul. “Yeah, you know what? I should probably go.” You just wanted to get out as quickly as possible, and started to make a beeline for the door, but –

“Wait! Listen, please,” He pleaded, finally looking up at you just as you were about to walk past him and out of his life, again. He couldn’t let that happen. “Can you just… Hug me? Please? If that’s okay with you…”

You had so many questions swimming around in your mind but you chose to not think and just did as he said. “But you hate hugs,” You whispered, as your arms came around his waist and his wrapped around your shoulders.

“Yeah, but, not really. I get less distracted this way.” Jiung muttered in response, and you could feel his chest vibrate against yours. It almost made you feel warm, almost. “Cos I have something important to tell you.” And the sinking feeling returned once more.

You hummed, indicating that you were listening and encouraging him to go on – even though a part of yourself knew what was coming and didn’t want this, whatever it was, to end.

“Y/N, you know me. You’ve known me for a long time. You know me, even before all of this. So trust me when I say, it is hard to deal with my feelings and my emotions. Like you said that time in the hospital, I am not good at dealing with these things. And it’s true, I do bottle them up. But…” He thought for a second, before continuing. “The reason I do it is because it was something that was modelled to me when I was younger, and it was all I knew, and that was how I coped. I avoid things – people, situations, messages, and I run away.”

You nodded. “I know.”

“The past few weeks have been really, really good. I really enjoyed it – all of it. The walks, the food we shared, and just, the time we spent together. I will cherish those memories forever. But…”

You gulped.

“But last weekend, when my mum saw me and asked me about it, I got scared. I don’t know why. She told me that it looked like I got my spark back again, like I was smiling how I used to before. And she asked, whether it was because of you, and what we were. And truthfully, I didn’t know how to answer her, because technically, we weren’t anything.”

You tried to struggle out of his grip at this point because it was too much. Listening to him was too much. But he only held you firmer; wrapped his arms around you a little tighter.

“And then I realised, I never really stop and think about these things. All my life, I just let all my feelings, the good, the bad, and everything in between – I just let them wash over me. And I never really process them, but I never really let them go either. And it wasn’t until the other day when I was walking along the river and I passed the fried chicken place that it hit me. Do you know what I was thinking about when I saw it?”

“What?” You grumbled into his shirt, feeling partially drained from the heavy emotions and anxiousness.

“I wasn’t even thinking about the chicken, or eating the chicken, or having the beer with the chicken. Or how good the rice cakes would taste. I thought, wow, wouldn’t it be perfect, if you were here with me, and we had chicken for supper together?”

“Hmm?” You were confused.

Jiung laughed. “God, I’m so bad at this. What I’m trying to say is,” He loosened his grip so he could face you, eye to eye this time, whilst still holding your body close to his. “It hit me then. I used to go about my life, thinking just about me, or my work, what I want to eat, or what I want to do. And ever since you came into my life, now, all I can think about is you. Everything reminds me of you. The chicken, the walks, a nice park, a good song I heard, a shirt that I saw… I see it, and I think – what would Y/N think of this? What would Y/N prefer? That’s what I want to know. And that’s what scared me. Because not only was it my feelings, but it was also you – your feelings and thoughts were outside of my control because… I can’t read your mind, and because it was heavily implied that if I ever broke your heart I would not be allowed back into my mother’s house, and, and…”

“And?” You asked gently, with a soft, encouraging smile painted on your lips. You understood, now.

“And it’s scary. Feelings are scary. They’re big, and they’re scary. But I want to be brave now, because I want to learn how to deal with them properly, and because I want to own up to them so I can treat you right.”

The pause brought about a silence which allowed his words to sink in.

“Because,” Jiung pulled you impossibly close. You could feel his warm breath against your cheeks, and his thundering heart against his ribcage, mirroring yours. “Because in case it wasn’t super obvious, I really, really like you.” He said, letting out a shaky breath, lips turning upwards in a nervous smile.

You bit your bottom lip and giggled silently, meeting his vulnerable eyes with your cheeky crescent moons.

“Why…” Jiung paused. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

You laughed in response, pulling slightly away from him but still firmly holding on.

“What… Why?”

You shook your head before bursting into another fit of giggles. “You started it! You gave me the silent treatment. I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine.”

“I… What? Y/N?”

You couldn’t help smiling at his shocked expression, staring at you in disbelief as the cogs in his brain turned ever so slowly. “Oh my god, Jiung, just shut up and kiss me already.”

“I –”

His eyes grew as wide as saucers as you pulled him by the collar, down to your height. Any words he had died in his mouth as your lips finally touched. His brain short circuited for a few seconds, trying and failing to register how soft your plump pillows felt against his, and the subtle sweetness of your strawberry lipbalm, and oh, oh, your tongue, and your hands threading through his orange hair (his stylist was going to give him an earful later), and oh – they’re moving down –

“Jiung!” A voice yelled from the other side of the door. “Ten minutes!”

“Shit,” He mumbled as you began to nibble on his bottom lip in fervour. Jiung let out a pained groan. “Y/N, Y/N, I have to… I have to go, I…”

“Hmm?” You pulled away, but not without a loud smooch and a thin string of saliva connecting both of your lips. You batted your eyelashes up at him, giving him the sweetest smile you could muster.

“Five minutes.” Jiung looked at you sternly, but his wide smile betrayed him. “Five minutes, that’s all we get.”

“Plenty of time.” You reassured him before lacing your fingers with his and getting cosy on the couch.

Needless to say, the stylists had their work cut out for them before he had to race on stage.

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moncherriecoups · 4 months ago

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Muted Hearts

Some love stories are whispered, not spoken. Some promises are signed, not said.

This is ours.

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Seungcheol x f!oc | Minghao x f!oc (?)

Tags: tense relationship, idolxoc, slowburn relationship, angst

Word count: 3k

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Chapter 11

Ari barely slept.

Correction: Ari did not sleep at all.

Despite Sua’s countless reminders that they had to wake up early, Ari had spent the entire night tossing, turning, and buzzing with uncontrollable energy. Every time Sua started drifting off, a sharp whisper would cut through the silence—pulling her back into the waking world.

“Where did you even get the ticket?”

Sua groaned into her pillow. “Ari.”

“No, like, where?” Ari flopped onto her side, hugging her giant Hoshi plushie like it contained the answers to life’s greatest mysteries. “You just—had a spare VIP ticket lying around? For a Seventeen concert? A BARRICADE ticket?”

Sua pulled the blanket over her head. “Go. To. Sleep.”

Ari did not go to sleep.

Instead, she kept running her mouth, voice growing increasingly dramatic.

“I’ve never even won a raffle. I never get lucky. I have, like, the worst karma in the universe! But suddenly, my best friend is out here casually flexing VIP seats?”

Sua kicked her.

Ari shrieked, half-laughing, half-offended. “HELLO? EXCUSE ME??”

"Shut up." Sua turned away, trying to bury herself deeper into the mattress.

But Ari wasn’t done.

She gasped, sitting up as if she’d just cracked a conspiracy theory. “Wait. Wait.” She turned to Sua, narrowing her eyes. “Did Xu Minghao give it to you?”

Sua froze.

Ari leaned in, lowering her voice like they were exchanging black-market information.

"You know... since you're, like, besties now or whatever?"

Sua groaned, rubbing her temples. "Ari."

“I mean, it makes sense!" Ari started counting on her fingers. "One: You’re his favorite gallerist. Two: You guys always talk at the gallery. Three: He was totally into your exhibition, all of it, don’t even deny it." She wiggled her brows. "And four—"

"Ari." Sua shoved her back down onto the mattress. "Shut. Up."

Ari huffed, flopping onto her back. She did not shut up.

Morning came too fast.

Even with less than four hours of sleep, Ari was fully charged.

She emerged from the bedroom dressed head-to-toe in Horangdan gear—a bright orange tiger hat perched on her head, complete with floppy ears. Her nails were painted with tiny tiger stripes, and her oversized Hoshi fan was tucked securely under her arm like a prized possession.

Her phone screen? A live countdown to the concert.

Her energy? Unmatched.

Sua, meanwhile, was exhausted. She barely had the strength to grab her purse, let alone deal with Ari’s never-ending excitement.

The moment they stepped into the apartment lobby, a sleek, black luxury van pulled up to the entrance.

The door slid open—revealing plush leather seats, dim mood lighting, and a fully stocked snack bar.

Ari froze mid-step.

Silence.

Then—

“EXCUSE ME?” Ari turned so fast her tiger hat nearly flew off. She grabbed Sua’s wrist, voice rising an octave. “WHO DID YOU SLEEP WITH TO GET THIS?!”

Sua smacked her arm. “Shut up.”

Ari pointed at the van like it was a holy relic.

“This is a PRIVATE VAN. A luxury van. This—this is IDOL TREATMENT.” She turned back to Sua, eyes wild. “SUA.”

Sua ignored her and climbed in, casually settling into the plush seats.

Ari scrambled in after her, immediately inspecting the interior.

“Oh my God. It has mood lighting.”

—

If Ari had been feral in the van, she was borderline unhinged by the time they arrived at the venue.

The second their tickets were scanned, and they were let inside for soundcheck, Ari nearly fell to her knees.

“Sua.” She gripped her shoulders. “I need you to physically restrain me.”

Sua deadpanned. “I think I need to put you on a leash.”

They made their way into the standing section, right up to the barricade. The massive stage loomed ahead, still empty, save for a few staff members setting up in the background. Around them, other VIPs were already buzzing with excitement, adjusting their cameras and murmuring in anticipation.

Ari? Absolutely losing it.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS,” she whisper-shouted, gripping the barricade. “HOSHI IS GOING TO BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS ME. IN APPROXIMATELY FIVE MINUTES.”

Sua rubbed her temples. “Can you chill?”

“CHILL? CHILL?!” Ari turned to her, wide-eyed. “HOW CAN I CHILL? LOOK WHERE WE ARE, SUA.”

Before Sua could reply, the music started.

The crowd erupted into cheers as the stage lights shifted, and one by one, Seventeen members stepped out.

The energy in the venue spiked instantly. Even though it was just a soundcheck, the sheer presence of thirteen idols on stage was overwhelming.

And then—

Hoshi walked out.

Ari died on the spot.

She grabbed Sua’s arm so hard she nearly cut off her circulation. “OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD—”

Sua sighed, gently prying Ari’s claws off her. “Please don’t pass out.”

“I MIGHT.”

Hoshi adjusted his in-ear monitor, scanning the crowd casually. Then, his eyes landed on Sua.

For a split second, he hesitated.

Then—his expression shifted.

A knowing smirk.

His head tilted slightly, recognition flickering in his eyes.

Oh, he remembered her.

Sua blinked. Oh, no.

She quickly looked away, but it was too late.

Other members had noticed too.

Minghao, for one, had been casually chatting with Jun when he followed Hoshi’s gaze—and his expression hardened slightly.

Seungcheol?

Well.

Seungcheol had already spotted her the moment he stepped onto the stage.

He hadn’t reacted much—just a quick glance, a brief flicker of something in his eyes—but the slight tightening of his jaw didn’t go unnoticed.

Ari, however, was blissfully unaware.

Because at that exact moment, Hoshi waved.

Directly. At. Them.

Ari stopped breathing.

“H—H—H—” She made an unholy noise, slapping Sua’s arm aggressively. “DID YOU SEE THAT?! HE LOOKED AT ME. HE LOOKED. AT. ME.”

Sua exhaled. “You’re literally wearing a full Horangdan uniform. Who else would he look at?”

But Ari wasn’t listening. She had entered a new plane of existence.

Meanwhile, just a few feet away, a cluster of hardcore fans in the VIP section had begun whispering.

Not about Hoshi.

About Sua.

One of them—a fan with a DSLR camera slung around her neck—narrowed her eyes, staring directly at Sua like she was trying to confirm something. She whispered something to the girl next to her, who immediately glanced up, her face twisting in recognition.

Then—a phone appeared.

The girl began typing rapidly, her fingers moving fast across the screen.

Ari didn’t notice.

But Sua?

She felt it.

That familiar, uneasy feeling.

It was subtle, but it was there.

The shift in energy.

The quiet murmurs.

The stolen glances.

She swallowed hard, gripping the barricade a little tighter.

Something told her something will happen.

—

“You’re staring.”

Seungcheol blinked.

Jeonghan smirked. “Should I get you a telescope?”

“Shut up,” Seungcheol muttered, adjusting his in-ear monitor.

But he wasn’t fooling anyone.

Because his eyes kept darting back to the barricade.

Specifically—to Sua.

She was right there.

Front row, center.

His girlfriend, in the middle of thousands of fans.

She looked adorable.

Her oversized sweater swallowed her frame, her Seungcheol fan tucked under one arm like she was embarrassed to hold it up. Her hair was tucked behind her ears, and she kept adjusting her grip on the barricade, her eyes flickering between the stage and the fans around her.

He knew she was nervous.

Even from this distance, he could tell.

She was standing still, too still, while Ari bounced beside her like an overcaffeinated rabbit.

And Seungcheol—he hated that he couldn’t do anything.

Not now.

Not when the lights were dimming, and the soundcheck was about to start.

Still, he couldn’t stop looking at her.

And apparently, everyone noticed.

“HYUNG!”

Seungkwan yanked his arm, hard.

“You’re BLUSHING,” Seungkwan whispered dramatically, eyes gleaming with pure chaos.

Seungcheol scowled. “No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” Jeonghan hummed, eyes twinkling.

“You look like you wanna jump off the stage,” Mingyu added.

Seungcheol was this close to throwing his mic at them.

But before he could snap, the music cue boomed through the venue, and they moved into their positions.

Just as the lights hit the stage—

A scream pierced through the air.

Not just any scream.

Sua’s scream.

But she wasn’t screaming for him.

She was screaming for—

“DOKYEOOOOM!!!”

Seungcheol whipped his head around so fast he almost snapped his neck.

Dokyeom, who had just been vibing peacefully, flinched.

“Huh?” he blinked, clearly startled as he looked toward the crowd.

Sua waved enthusiastically.

Seungcheol’s eye twitched.

Jeonghan burst out laughing.

“Oh, this is PRICELESS,” he cackled. “She just screamed for Dokyeom right in front of you.”

Mingyu clapped a hand over his mouth, trying—and failing—to stifle his wheezing laughter.

Meanwhile, Dokyeom looked extremely confused.

Because he knew exactly who Sua was.

And she was, very much, his hyung’s girlfriend.

So why was she yelling for him like some excited fangirl?

Seungcheol felt his blood pressure rise.

Because he knew why.

She was messing with him.

That little—

He turned back to the barricade, and—

Yup.

Sua was smirking.

Smirking.

Like she knew exactly what she was doing.

Seungcheol narrowed his eyes.

“You okay, hyung?” Seungkwan snorted, nudging him.

“I’m fine,” Seungcheol gritted out.

But he wasn’t.

Not when Sua was still grinning at him, her face full of mischief, as if daring him to react.

Oh, it’s war.

—

The soundcheck had been an experience. For Sua, it was a mix of secondhand embarrassment from babysitting Ari and the awkward tension from the members recognizing her. For Ari, it was the greatest moment of her life—or at least that’s what she had been shrieking about the entire walk back to the van.

Now, as they finally climbed into the vehicle, Ari collapsed onto the seat with the drama of an Oscar-winning actress.

“Oh. My. God.” She clutched her chest like she had just run a marathon. “I can die happy now. Hoshi looked at me. He actually—” She gasped. “We made EYE CONTACT.”

Sua, still reeling from her little stunt with Seungcheol, let out a breathless laugh.

“Uh-huh.” She plopped down beside Ari, kicking off her shoes.

“No, you don’t get it, Sua,” Ari whined, clutching her wrist. “He saw me. He acknowledged me. He even—” She suddenly grabbed Sua’s shoulders.

“WHAT IF HE RECOGNIZED ME?!”

Sua blinked. “…Why would he recognize you?”

Ari froze.

Then she slowly let go, clearing her throat. “Right. Never mind. Not important.”

Sua narrowed her eyes. “Ari…”

“ANYWAY.” Ari abruptly turned away, eyes lighting up as she finally noticed the inside of the van.

And then she froze.

Her mouth fell open.

“Sua,” she whispered.

Sua turned to her, confused. “What?”

Ari’s eyes darted around the spacious, pristine interior—the plush leather seats, the stocked mini fridge, the perfectly arranged blankets and warmers, the small basket of snacks nestled beside them.

A basket of snacks that was filled with…

Ari snatched one of the packs of shrimp chips and held it up like it was evidence in a crime scene.

“This is your favorite snack.”

“...Yeah?”

Ari grabbed a bottle of chamomile tea from the fridge. “And this. You always drink this at night.”

“Ari—”

Ari slowly turned to her, eyes narrowed.

“…Sua.”

Sua gulped.

Ari’s voice dropped. “Be honest with me.”

Sua swallowed hard.

“Are you,” Ari leaned in, “dating Xu Minghao?”

Sua choked.

“What?!”

Ari pointed at the snacks. “Be fr! No friend would go this far unless he’s—” she gasped, hand flying to her mouth. “Oh my God. Are you his secret muse?!”

Sua buried her face in her hands. “Oh my God, Ari.”

“I KNEW IT!”

“You did NOT.”

“Then how do you explain this?!” Ari waved around the luxurious setup. “A VIP ticket. A private VAN. Snacks stocked exactly to your taste?!”

Sua sputtered.

“Admit it, Sua,” Ari said dramatically. “You and Minghao… It all makes sense now. You’re secretly dating—”

“Ari.”

Ari stopped.

Sua gave her a deadpan look.

“I’m not dating Minghao.”

Ari squinted. “Then who—”

Sua’s phone vibrated.

She glanced down and saw a text from Seungcheol,

Hey, I'm glad to see you

I hope the van is comfortable enough

Did you eat yet? See you again soon

Sua’s stomach flipped.

She hesitated, thumbs hovering over the screen.

Ari leaned over.

Sua immediately tilted her phone away. “HEY.”

“OH MY GOD.” Ari gasped. “WHO WAS THAT?!”

“N-NO ONE.”

“NO. THAT REACTION??” Ari grabbed her shoulders. “SUAAAAA. WHO WAS THAT??”

Sua shoved her off. “NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.”

Ari LET OUT A SCREAM.

“Oh my God, YOU’RE DATING SOMEONE—”

“ARI, DROP IT.”

“OH, I AM NOT DROPPING THIS.”

Ari slumped back into her seat, arms crossed.

“Fine,” she huffed. “I’ll find out eventually.”

Sua sighed, rubbing her temples.

Ari suddenly leaned forward. “Can I have these shrimp chips?”

“…Take the whole basket, Ari.”

Ari cheered.

—

By the time the concert was about to start, the atmosphere inside the venue had shifted completely. What had been a chaotic mix of screaming, excitement, and restless energy during soundcheck had now transformed into something electric—anticipation crackling in the air like a storm about to break.

Sua felt it.

The vibration beneath her feet as the bass thumped through the speakers, the collective hush of thousands of fans waiting, the way her own heart pounded in her chest.

Ari, on the other hand—

“OH MY GOD, IT’S STARTING!!”

Sua barely had time to register the sudden assault on her eardrums before Ari was grabbing her arm, shaking her violently as the lights dimmed.

“Ari, please,” she wheezed, prying her fingers off.

But Ari wasn’t even listening. She was too busy clutching her Hoshi fan like a lifeline, practically bouncing on her feet as the intro VCR played on the massive screens.

And then—

The music HIT.

The first beat of “Fearless” BOOMED through the stadium, and the entire venue exploded.

Screams, flashing lights, the sheer force of thousands of fans jumping in sync—it was overwhelming in the best way possible.

Sua felt the rush of it, the kind of thrill she hadn’t experienced in years. The kind that only came from being one of them.

Not Seungcheol’s girlfriend. Not an outsider.

Just a fan.

And then the members emerged on stage.

Ari LOST IT.

“OH MY GOD, HOSHI—”

Sua, meanwhile, had her eyes locked on one person.

Seungcheol.

He was at the center, stepping forward like he owned the entire stage. Dressed in all black, his gaze sharp, his stance powerful, his movements precise.

He looked so different from the man who had clung to her in bed, whining about missing her just a night ago.

No—this wasn’t her Cheol.

This was S.COUPS, the leader, the performer, the man the entire world was watching.

And yet—

When the lights flashed across the stage, and their eyes met for the briefest second—

Sua saw it.

The slight quirk of his lips. The way his brows lifted just a little in amusement.

He knew she was watching.

And then, just like that—

He was gone, swept into the performance.

Sua swallowed hard.

And then, because she was still a fan first, she reached into her bag and pulled out her own Seungcheol fan.

Yes.

A massive impict of her own boyfriend.

Ari, who was too busy screaming over Hoshi, didn’t notice at first.

But when Sua hesitantly lifted the fan in front of her face, half-hiding behind it—

Ari froze.

And then she let out a choked sound.

“OH. MY. GOD.”

Sua winced. “Ari—”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!”

Sua turned red.

Ari pointed at her in disbelief. “YOU’RE FANGIRLING OVER S.COUPS???”

Sua hissed. “SHUT UP.”

But Ari was howling. “YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING.”

Sua ignored her.

Because on stage, Seungcheol had noticed.

For just a split second, his eyes flickered to the fan she was holding up—

And then—

He grinned.

Before Sua could even process that—

The music transitioned.

Straight into “Ash.”

Sua froze.

Oh, no.

Because that meant—

That meant this was one of Seungcheol’s most intense performances.

And sure enough—

The moment the beat dropped, Seungcheol’s entire expression changed.

Gone was the amused boyfriend.

Now, he was serious. Focused. Dangerous.

With the way he moved, the way his jaw clenched, the way sweat dripped down his temple—

He looked GOOD.

Sua gulped.

And then—

Seungcheol did something evil.

He glanced toward her section—right at her—and ran a hand through his damp hair.

And smirked.

Sua. DIED.

Ari screamed. “OH MY GOD, HE DID THAT ON PURPOSE.”

“I HATE HIM,” Sua wheezed, clutching her fan.

Ari cackled. “YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’RE ABOUT TO PASS OUT.”

“I AM.”

Meanwhile, Seungcheol just went back to rapping, like he didn’t just end her entire bloodline.

And worst of all—

The whispers had started.

Right around them.

Sua didn’t notice at first, still reeling from the fact that her ultimate bias was TOO powerful for her heart to handle.

But then she saw it—

A few heads turning toward her section.

Some fans in the VIP barricade were typing rapidly on their phones, whispering to each other.

A girl a few rows back was pointing.

Another had her camera trained on Sua.

And when Sua turned slightly—

She froze.

Because a few rows away, staring straight at her—

Was the same girl who cornered her at the gallery.

—

The concert was supposed to be at its peak—laughter, euphoria, and the exhilarating chaos that came with Aju Nice’s never-ending encore.

But for Sua, it felt like she was being swallowed whole.

The air around her was stifling.

It wasn’t just the whispers anymore. Eyes were on her. Sharp, prying, accusatory.

And it wasn’t just the people near her.

From the corner of her eye, she caught movement from other sections—some hardcore fans were shifting closer. Some were moving from the upper VIP rows, weaving their way down toward her.

Ari saw it too.

A lot of them were foreign fans, decked out in merch, their phones already raised. Some had their cameras recording, whispering rapidly in another language, pointing—at Sua.

Ari’s stomach twisted.

She was no idiot. She had seen how things worked in fandom spaces. The way certain types of fans reacted when they thought their idols were getting "too close" to someone.

And Seungcheol had been coming to their section too many times tonight.

The energy was turning.

From the moment Seungcheol had looked their way during soundcheck, the whispers had started. But now, the intensity was different. More dangerous.

And then—

A sharp shove.

Sua stumbled forward.

It wasn’t an accident.

Someone had pushed her.

Ari snapped around.

But before she could catch the culprit, another girl—a different one this time—brushed against Sua, her elbow digging into her side a little too forcefully.

Sua went rigid.

It kept happening. Small, subtle touches—but each one held weight.

An arm pressing against hers. A lightstick knocking into her shoulder. A step just a little too close, forcing her backward.

It was like they were closing in.

And then—

One of them grabbed her wrist.

Sua jerked back, heart hammering.

Ari snapped.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” she barked, shoving the girl's hand away.

The girl barely even reacted—she just smirked and turned away, disappearing back into the jumping crowd.

Sua’s breathing was shaky.

Ari grabbed her immediately.

“Sua—”

And then—movement on stage.

Seungcheol.

He had been laughing, caught in the chaos of the never-ending encore—but then his gaze landed on their section.

He froze.

His expression darkened.

And then, he started moving.

Ari cursed. No, no, no—

Seungcheol walked straight to the front of the stage, stopping directly in front of them.

Sua felt everything crash at once.

The fans noticed immediately.

“What the hell?”

“Why is he looking over here?”

“That’s the girl from—”

“Holy shit, it’s her. It’s really her.”

Ari felt her entire body go cold.

And then—another shove.

This time, it was harder. Sua barely managed to keep her balance.

Ari saw red.

But before she could do anything—

Another movement—not on the main stage,

Minghao.

His expression was thunderous.

He had seen everything.

And before Ari could even process it, he had already moved.

He wasn’t even on their side of the stage, but he was calling for security.

Within seconds, staff members began moving toward them.

Ari yanked Sua toward the aisle.

“We’re getting out of here. Now.”

“But—”

“Sua.” Ari’s voice was firm, almost frantic. “Come on. Now.”

Before Sua could say another word, Ari was already pulling her toward the exit.

—

Getting out of the concert hall should have felt like a relief.

It wasn’t.

The second Sua and Ari stepped into the open corridor leading to the exit, the whispers followed.

No—not whispers.

Sneers.

Muttered insults.

The low hum of resentment bubbling just beneath the surface.

And then—

A deliberate bump against Sua’s shoulder.

Ari reacted immediately.

“Watch it!” she snapped, her voice sharp as she turned.

The girl—a petite thing in a crop top and a Seventeen jacket—didn’t even look guilty.

If anything, she looked satisfied.

And she wasn’t alone.

Just a few steps ahead, another group of girls had stopped walking altogether, blocking the hallway.

Ari’s stomach dropped.

This wasn’t random.

This wasn’t an accident.

They were waiting for them.

Sua must have realized it too, because she subtly grabbed onto Ari’s wrist. Her fingers were ice cold.

Ari exhaled sharply.

Fine. If they wanted a fight—

“You should be ashamed.”

The words came from the girl who had bumped into Sua. Her voice was calm, almost bored.

But her eyes—sharp, cruel—told a different story.

Another girl, standing next to her, tilted her head mockingly.

“Seriously. How much did you pay?”

Ari’s blood boiled.

“What the hell are you talking about?” she snapped.

A quiet laugh.

“You think we don’t know?” Another girl crossed her arms. “We’ve known about her for weeks.”

Sua’s grip on Ari’s wrist tightened.

Ari’s pulse spiked.

This wasn’t just random hate.

They knew.

The private forums. The underground sasaeng sites. That’s where this was coming from.

And that meant—

They had been watching. Waiting.

The girl at the front smirked. “You must be so proud of yourself. Playing innocent when you’re just another—”

Ari snapped.

“Say another word and see what happens.”

The group of girls laughed.

It was so casual, so mocking, it made Ari’s vision blur with rage.

But then—

Another voice.

A male voice.

“Excuse me. You need to keep moving.”

The security staff.

Minghao’s men.

The girls’ expressions twisted. They weren’t stupid—they wouldn’t risk getting kicked out.

For a moment, Ari thought they might push back.

But after a tense few seconds, they scoffed and walked away.

Ari didn’t move until they disappeared completely.

Only then did she turn back to Sua—

—only to find her shaking.

Not crying.

Not reacting.

Just—standing there, frozen.

Ari’s stomach clenched.

She gently grabbed Sua’s wrist. “Come on.”

Sua didn’t say anything.

Didn’t protest.

She just let Ari pull her away.

—

The van felt too quiet.

Sua hadn’t said a word since they got in.

Not when the doors shut.

Not when the driver asked if they were okay.

Not even when Ari ranted the entire ride back about those psychotic sasaengs.

She just sat there, hands clenched in her lap, eyes blankly staring at nothing.

Ari was worried.

Like, really worried.

Because Sua wasn’t just shaken.

She looked like she was somewhere else entirely.

Ari had seen her upset before—angry, frustrated, annoyed—but this?

This was different.

“Hey,” Ari finally said, nudging her lightly. “Say something. You’re freaking me out.”

Sua blinked.

Slowly.

Like she’d just remembered where she was.

“…Sorry.”

Ari frowned. “You don’t have to apologize. That was insane. Are you okay?”

Another pause.

Then—

A small, forced smile.

“I’m fine.”

Liar.

Ari narrowed her eyes. “No, you’re not.”

Sua exhaled, tucking her hands between her knees.

“I should’ve known,” she murmured.

Ari froze.

“What?”

Sua didn’t look up. “I should’ve known this would happen.”

Ari stared at her.

For a moment, she didn’t know what to say.

And then—

Her stomach dropped.

Because she realized what Sua meant.

She thought this was her fault.

“Okay, absolutely not,” Ari said firmly. “That’s not on you. Those girls were insane.”

Sua shook her head, still staring at her lap.

“They weren’t wrong.”

Ari’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

Sua finally looked up.

And that’s when Ari saw it.

The guilt.

The deep, suffocating guilt in her eyes.

“They knew about me before today,” Sua said quietly. “Which means people have been talking about me for weeks.”

Ari didn’t respond.

Because she knew where this was going.

“And now, because of tonight…” Sua inhaled sharply. “It’s going to get worse.”

Ari felt sick.

Not just because Sua was blaming herself.

But because she wasn’t wrong.

Minghao had called security for her. Seungcheol had stood there on stage, staring directly at her.

Even if people hadn’t been sure before…

Now they would be.

The rumors weren’t just whispers in sasaeng circles anymore.

By tomorrow, they would be everywhere.

Ari clenched her fists. “Listen to me.”

Sua didn’t.

She just kept going.

“I’m putting him at risk.”

Ari froze.

“That’s not true,” she said immediately.

But Sua laughed softly.

Not because it was funny.

Because it was helpless.

“It is, though.” She leaned back against the seat, pressing her fingertips against her temples. “He’s about to go on tour, and now I’m a liability.”

Ari hated that she couldn’t argue.

Because as much as she wanted to say Sua was wrong…

The truth was, she wasn’t.

The sasaengs weren’t going to let this go.

Neither would the hardcore fans.

And Seungcheol?

His entire career depended on his public image.

If things spiraled…

Ari swallowed hard. “Seungcheol doesn’t care about that.”

“I do.” Sua’s voice was quiet.

And that’s when Ari realized.

This wasn’t just about what happened tonight.

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hubbvrd · 2 years ago

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Hey can I request #18 with joe burrow 😊 Thankyou

summary — Joe takes you out on a date to the drive-in movie theater, where you get a little closer

pairing — joe burrow x reader

words — 1758 words

THE SUN WAS slowly setting on the horizon as Joe skillfully parked his car in one of the empty parking spaces.

About an hour and a half ago, Joe had spontaneously texted you that he would pick you up for a date.

You had tried to get a little dressed up because you didn't want to go on a date with Joe in your cozy outfit, which consisted of pajama pants and a loose shirt that was way too big for you.

In fact, you had just managed to swap your outfit for a pair of comfortable jeans and a T-shirt before Joe collected you.

And now you were in a large parking lot in the middle of nowhere, with the drive-in movie theater opening in less than an hour.

"Come on, I've got everything ready." Joe grabbed your hand after you got out and led you around the car to the trunk, which he opened, leaving you in awe.

The back seat was folded down so that you had more space inside, while countless cushions and cozy blankets were spread out.

There were even a few fairy lights to keep you cozy for the next few hours while the movie was playing.

"Wow, Joe. This is incredible," you exclaimed almost enthusiastically with a broad grin on your lips.

"I knew you would like it" Joe replied with a grin and looked over at you.

A soft giggle left your lips. "You're great!"

You gently pulled Joe over to you to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. Joe's cheeks turned slightly red within a few seconds and he began to scratch his neck nervously.

"Uhm, I'll get some snacks and drinks then."

Without waiting for an answer from you, the older man had already made his way through the parked cars towards the snack bar.

With a contented sigh, you dropped onto the edge of the trunk and began to untie your Convers and slip them off your feet before sinking into the large, cosy cushions and covering yourself with one of the blankets.

From the seat in the trunk, you had an incredible view of the big screen that was a few meters from Joe's car.

Around you, other couples or friends were sitting next to each other on the roofs of their cars or in their trunks. A few soft voices wafted over to you, otherwise it was pretty quiet.

And in this silence, you began to feel the butterflies in your stomach slowly picking themselves up and starting to fly little laps.

Joe and you had already been on one date or another, but none of these dates had ever involved an intimate moment. But you were more than sure that this would come to an end today.

Because the two of you in a cramped room with countless pillows and blankets would probably end in physical contact. And that's what you desperately wanted.

You loved to cuddle, so you wanted closeness and affection quite often and let others feel it too.

Until now, you had only ever dreamed about what it would be like to cuddle up in Joe's arms and how it might feel. But today, today you would finally take the step and find out what it would be like to lie in Joe's arms.

"I see you've already made yourself comfortable," Joe's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. In his hand he held two Coca Cola bottles and a huge popcorn bucket.

"Yup," you grinned, "and I see you bought the biggest popcorn bucket on the stall?"

"Yes, so that we can still have some during the movie. I know how quickly the popcorn always runs out."

Joe handed you the two bottles of Coke and the huge bucket of popcorn, which you held securely, while Joe took off his shoes and then lay down next to you at a distance.

His aftershave immediately caught your nose and your heart began to beat a little faster within a few seconds.

Joe's proximity made you slightly nervous, so you began to wonder if the movie would distract you so much from Joe's proximity that your heart wouldn't race incessantly and you would almost go crazy.

"What...what are we actually watching?" you started some kind of topic, trying to keep your physical reactions to Joe's closeness under control as best you could.

While Joe told you a movie title you'd never heard before, you kept reaching into the bucket of popcorn to keep yourself occupied.

A short time later, the screen was switched on and three commercials appeared until the movie finally started and you began to hope you could distract yourself with the movie.

But this seemed to be more difficult than you thought, because in the middle of the movie Joe slid so close to you that your knees touched slightly and the butterflies in your stomach did somersaults.

"Are you okay?" Joe whispered softly to you as you began to play nervously with your fingers under the blanket.

A glance to your left in the dim light of the fairy lights and the screen showed you that Joe's eyes were looking at you curiously, not too far from your face.

"Um, yeah," you mumbled softly before pulling your hand out from under the blanket and reaching into the popcorn, then shoving the handful of popcorn into your mouth and chewing with relish.

As you kept shoveling a load of popcorn into your mouth and began to notice that the butterflies in your stomach were slowly calming down, you automatically became more relaxed.

But this only lasted until you suddenly felt Joe's arm around your waist, gently pulling you towards him.

"What... what are you doing?" Your voice sounded rather nervous, while the spot on your hip where Joe's hand was resting immediately began to tingle.

"You're sitting too far away," he realized and wrapped his right arm, which had been resting on your hip, around you.

Joe's warmth immediately enveloped you and your head automatically found its way towards Joe's chest, where your head rested.

Joe's fingers kept gently stroking your arm, on which goose bumps were slowly spreading. And while you tried to concentrate a little more on the movie, in which you didn't even know what had happened, you felt Joe put a blanket over you and he pulled you a little closer to him.

A smile formed on your lips as you savored the closeness to Joe and absorbed his touch, hoping that this moment wouldn't end too soon.

- - -

A soft yawn left your lips as you sauntered over to the trashcan to put the empty popcorn bucket in the trash.

The movie had ended a few minutes ago and by now it was getting pretty late. Every now and then you had already dozed off, as Joe's closeness and warmth had surrounded and enveloped you so much that your eyes had automatically closed.

The bucket landed in the garbage can with a thud and as you strolled between the parked cars back to Joe's car, you pulled Joe's warm hoodie over your head.

It had gotten pretty chilly, so you grabbed Joe's hoodie without thinking twice.

You immediately stopped shivering as the warm fabric and Joe's smell surrounded you.

You buried your nose in the fabric for a few seconds, taking in Joe's scent completely, before slowly walking back to the car to wait for Joe.

The older one had left about five minutes ago, saying that he had to go to the toilet.

Another loud yawn escaped you as you began to shake out the remaining popcorn crumbs from the blankets and another smile crept onto your lips as you began to think back to the last step and a half that Joe and you had spent cuddled up together.

It wasn't just you who had enjoyed that time to the full, but Joe too. At some point, Joe had wrapped his arms around you quite protectively and rested his head on yours, occasionally stroking your arm, lost in thought.

When you thought back to the last hour and a half, the butterflies in your stomach, which apparently didn't even finish work today, started to fly again.

A yawn next to you made you flinch, so you clutched one of the pillows tightly, possibly having to chase the person who had approached you away with the pillow, which was probably not the best defense.

"Hey. It's just me!" Joe almost shouted, throwing his hands up in the air as you swung the pillow ready to strike.

"God, Joe! Don't ever scare me like that again!" you grumbled quietly and lowered the pillow.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I didn't mean to scare you," he began to apologize to you guiltily and then took the pillow from your hand, which he carelessly threw into the trunk and then closed it.

"Let me take you home."

- - -

Fifteen minutes later, when Joe turned into the street where you lived, it took a lot of effort to even begin to keep your eyes open.

During the drive, you had both enjoyed the silence that had surrounded you except for the radio, which Joe had turned down quite a bit.

"So, here we are." Joe stopped in front of your house and looked over at you. "This really has been a lovely evening."

"It was," you agreed, hoping you wouldn't blush as the fond memories began to play out before your eyes. "Thank you for the date."

Your lips gently touched Joe's soft cheek before you undid your seatbelt and just before you were about to get out, you remembered something else.

"Oh, I still have your hoodie on."

Your hand reached for the waistband of the hoodie, but before you could even begin to pull it over your head, Joe's words stopped you.

"Keep it. It looks better on you anyway." He gave you a warm, honest smile, which the blood slowly start to rush to your cheeks.

"Thank you, Joe. For everything," you almost whispered before you kissed him on the cheek again and got out of the car.

Joe waited until you had disappeared inside your home before he drove home too.

With the door slamming shut, you leaned back against the door as your nose buried itself in the fabric of the hoodie again and you closed your eyes, heart pounding, and reviewed the day. And you could hardly wait for Joe to pick you up for your next date.

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winchesterwild78 · 1 year ago

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Unexpected Hunter Pt 4

Chapter Warnings: fluff, SMUT, mention of weapons, Dean being an ass, safe sex, violence, drug use, alcohol, mention of infertility and pregnancy.

a/n: Sorry got a little carried away with this one. Also, I apologize but what I did with Dean is something I really feel he would do. Especially after losing so much in his life. I cried a little writing this. Sorry in advance. I promise it’ll get better.

18+ Minors DNI

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The next morning you woke up to an empty bed. The door to the adjoining room was open. You got up went to the bathroom and got dressed. Once dressed you walked to Sam and Dean’s room. Sam was sitting at the table on his laptop but Dean and Lexi were gone. “Morning Sam. Where’s Dean and Lexi” you asked him. “Hey, good morning y/n. Dean went to grab breakfast and he took Lexi with him.” Sam said without really looking up. “Whatcha doing Sammy” you asked him. “Just some research into the local area and the victims.” He said. “Can I help with anything. I’d like to learn how to at least research” you said kinda pouting. Sam chuckled and explained how they did their research and how they map things out before they head into any fight. “We try to have as much information as we can so we don’t go in blind” he said showing you the screen.

Just then the door swung open and Lexi came bounding in. She ran up to you and licked you. “Hey girl. How are you. Did you sleep good in that big bed all by yourself” you asked petting her. You looked up at Dean but as soon as you looked at him he looked away. What the hell, you thought to yourself. “Hey Dean I’m showing y/n how to research so she can help us out on cases. Figured you’d want to keep her around” Sam said with a smirk. “Shut it Sammy” Dean said with a growl in his voice. Sam spun his head around and looked at Dean “what the hell man, what pissed in your coffee this morning” Sam said and looked over at you.

Tears were pricking your eyes and your heart was breaking. What happened between last night and this morning. Everything was perfect as you drifted off to sleep. That’s when you realized you told him you loved him. Of fuck, way to screw it up. I probably scared him off. It was way too soon to say it. You looked up at Dean and when you made eye contact with him he grabbed his jacket and said “I’m going to the police station and see what I can find out” and he stormed out of the room. You looked at Sam and he got up and took off after him.

You stood up and walked into your room, called Lexi and closed and locked the door. You needed to be alone. You made love to Dean, gave him all of you, fell in love with him and now he can’t look at you. You couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. You cried into your pillow and felt the hole in your chest get bigger with every tear that fell. Sam was at the car before Dean could leave. “What the hell Dean. Why are you acting like such a dick this morning. I thought you liked her. Hell you guys have screwed more times in two days than you usually do in a month.” Sam said as he blocked Dean from leaving. “Stay out of it Sammy. My personal life is not your concern. I’ll screw who I want when I want. I don’t need you or her telling me what I can and can’t do. Now move so I can leave.” Dean said through gritted teeth. “No, Dean. I’m coming with you. I have no clue what happened but I’m going with you to the police station. We are still on a case.” Sam climbed in the car and Dean took off towards the station.

After all your tears were done you had a horrible headache. You took some medicine and curled up on the bed with Lexi. You pulled the pillow Dean slept on close to you. You could still smell him on it. Even though he was rejecting you it still brought you comfort. Maybe he’ll talk to me later. You thought as you drifted off to sleep. A few hours later you heard Sam and Dean back in their room. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you just laid in bed. You couldn’t bear to see him right now.

Then there was a knock on the door. “Please go away. I’m not feeling well” you said trying to control your shaking voice. The knocking continued. You just laid there. “Y/n please open up. Dean’s gone. It’s just me.” Sam pleaded through the door. You walked over and unlocked it. As soon as Sam saw you he wrapped his arms around you and you lost it again. “Sammy what did I do.” You said to him. “Everything was perfect. I let him in. He was so sweet and gentle. I love him. I didn’t mean to tell him. It just came out last night after we made love. Oh Sam, I don’t know how to fix this” you said sobbing into his chest. “Shhh, it’s okay y/n. I’m sure we can fix this. Dean just has so many walls up and when he’s confronted with real feelings he gets scared and reacts. I’ll talk to him.” Sam said while rubbing your back. He placed a soft kiss on your head and told you he’d be back.

Sam left and headed toward the local bar. He knew he’d find Dean in there. Sure enough Dean was sitting at the bar with a whiskey in one hand and a blonde in his other. Sam walked up and made eye contact with Dean and saw he already had finished off three drinks. “Don’t start Sam. I mean it.” Dean said. “Dean, come on man. She’s really upset. You’ve got to talk to her” Sam pleaded with his brother. “Not gonna happen Sam. She should have known it was just a good time. She’s the one who caught feelings” Dean said as he stood up. He grabbed the blonde’s hand pulling her towards the door. “Gotta go baby brother. I’ve got more important things to do” He said with a smirk on his face as the woman giggled.

He headed back to the room with her. He knew you were there but he didn’t care. When he got back to the room he saw the door was open. Lexi came bounding into the room and started licking Dean. You ran in after her and stopped dead in your tracks. There Dean was smelling like whiskey with a woman on his arm. You looked at Dean and your heart broke. Tears started streaming down your face. For a second you thought he was going to say something but he just stood there. Fucking coward, you thought. “Come on Lexi. Let’s leave Dean alone with his latest conquest.” You said as you stormed out of the room slamming the door and locking it.

A few minutes later you heard Dean and the blonde going at it. Your heart broke more and then you felt sick. How could three words do so much damage. You know he felt it. He said he felt something. Was it all a lie. Ugh. The blonde was getting louder with every passing minute. You couldn’t take it anymore. You got up got dressed and went to the bar. You didn’t care who or what came after you. You had to get away from him and his conquest.

When you arrived at the bar Sam was sitting at a table. You walked over to him and sat down. “Hey y/n I guess he took her back to the room “ he said. “Yeah he and the blonde are getting to know each other. I couldn’t listen to it for another minute. I had to leave.” You said. The waitress came over and you ordered a double shot of whiskey. When she brought it you tossed it back and ordered another. Again tossed it back as soon as she brought it. Three double shots later and you were on the dance floor grinding on any guy that would let you. Sam tried to get you to sit down and eat something and sober up but you told him no. There was a tall dark haired man with piercing blue eyes dancing with you and letting you rub all over his body. You decided you were taking him back to your room tonight. Consequences be damned.

You waited for Sam to be distracted and you and blue eyes took off towards your room. You didn’t know if Dean was still in his room but you didn’t care. Blue eyes was on you the minute you closed the door. Clothes were flying around and he was kissing you all over your body. He felt good but nothing like Dean. No, stop it! Don’t think about Dean. You thought to yourself. He threw you on the bed and you landed with a yelp. Before you could say anything he slid a condom on and slid right in. He was rough and not in a good way. Moans filled your room and then he flipped you over on your knees. The new angle was deeper. You started yelling and moaning louder. Not realizing how loud you were.

Blue eyes was grunting loudly and slapping your ass. You heard a loud banging on the door and yelling. At first you couldn’t make it out because your face was in the pillow. You picked your head up and heard “who the fuck do you have in there y/n”. It was Dean banging on the door. Blue eyes stopped and you bucked your hips and yelled “oh fuck, yeah, don’t stop. Fuck me”. You knew Dean could hear you and it pissed him off. He started banging louder. Blue eyes started to stop and you shot him a don’t you dare look. He kept going until he came. Once he did he went to the bathroom and removed the condom and got dressed. “Who the fuck is banging on your door” he asked. “Just some jackass. Ignore him” you said. “Hey babe I’m not getting in the middle of drama. Thanks for the fuck. I’m leaving” he said as he walked out.

Once he was gone you grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around you and went to open the door. Dean was still banging on it. You opened the door and said “what the fuck do you want Dean”. He looked at you and saw you were naked and for a second you thought he looked hurt. “Who the hell did you have in here y/n” he asked as he stormed in your room. “What the hell do you care, Dean. What about your blonde bimbo” you snapped back. He just stared at you. “Dean I want you to leave. I’m not in the mood to fight with you. I know where I stand with you. Once we get back to the bunker I’m leaving. So please leave my room. I’m exhausted and I want to go to bed.” You said not able to look at him. Dean stood there for a minute. His whole world spiraling and he didn’t know what to do. He hurt you bad and he knew it. All he wanted to do was to kiss you and tell you he loved you too but he couldn’t. He looked at you and said “okay, y/n I’m sorry” and he walked away shutting the door behind him. You collapsed on the floor sobbing. God this man frustrated you. Why wouldn’t he fight for you. Did you really mean so little to him. You dragged yourself to the bathroom, got dressed and crawled into bed. You fell asleep after about an hour of crying.

The next morning you woke up with a massive headache. You grabbed water and Tylenol. After about 30 minutes you got in the shower. You got dressed and prepared yourself to see Dean. You unlocked the door and knocked. Sam answered and offered you a hug. “I’m sorry y/n. Dean told me everything. You don’t have to leave. You’re more than welcome to stay.” Sam said. “I appreciate it Sam, but I don’t think I can. It hurts too much. Now let’s dive into this case so you boys can protect this town.” You said sitting at the table. The door opened and Dean walked in with 3 coffees and some breakfast. You looked at him and for the first time since yesterday morning he looked in your eyes. His eyes were puffy and sad. You knew he had been crying and your heart clenched. You wanted nothing more than to hug him, but you stayed put. “I got coffee and breakfast sandwiches for everyone” Dean said in a very quiet voice. “Thank you, Dean” was all you said. He felt his heart clench when you said his name.

After you ate and drank your coffee you dove into the research. You could feel Dean staring at you and when Sam would notice he’d clear his throat. A few hours later you realized a connection between all the missing and the victims. “Oh my goodness guys, look. All the victims are women between the ages of 20-35. Unmarried and of child bearing age. The ones that turned up dead all had noticeable scarring to their uterus which would cause fertility issues. The vamps are targeting women who can have children. They are trying to breed instead of turn. Holy shit guys.” You said breaking the silence in the room. Sam said “so that means they have to be near a hospital or doctor’s office”. He pulled out a map and found the nearest hospital. Right beside it was an abandoned building. He pulled up the deed information and it belonged to a doctor. “Got it. I think this is where they are. Dean let’s go do some surveillance before we head in.” Sam said. Dean stood up and looked at you in awe. You made eye contact with him and almost said something but stopped. You looked away and told them both to be careful. You stood and Sam pulled you in to a big hug and kissed your head. “You’re amazing y/n” he said as he pulled away. Dean just stood there looking a little frustrated and sad. The guys headed out the door and climbed in the car. You sat back down at the table.

Dean got in the car and looked at Sam but didn’t say anything. He wanted to tell him he screwed up and ask his brother how to fix it but he kept quiet. A few minutes later they pulled into a lot near the building. They crept up to it and looked inside. Sure enough there were the missing women and they counted 4 vamps. There was another woman on a bed who wasn’t part of the missing reports they had. She was about 30 and looked very pregnant. Dean looked at Sam shocked. You were right. They were breeding vampires. The brothers headed back to the car to make a plan.

“Okay so I counted 4 vamps and at least 6 women, including the pregnant one.” Dean said. “There has to be another vamp. One that is calling the shots. I think we should wait and see who else shows up. We need to make sure we get all of them.” Sam said as he climbed in the car. Dean wanted to get this over with but he knew Sam was right.

While the guys were gone you started looking for a new place to stay. You had a degree so getting a job wouldn’t be hard, but where would you go. You couldn’t stay near the bunker because it would hurt too much to see Dean, but you loved the area. You decided you would move just outside the area and get a hotel room until you found a permanent place. You sighed because your whole word has been turned upside down since you were attacked. You really thought you found home and found the one. You felt so stupid to have fallen so fast.

You decided to take Lexi for a walk and hopefully clear your head. Grabbing your shoes and the leash you left a note for the guys in case they came back before you. Walking outside the sunlight and fresh air hit you. It washed over your body and it felt amazing. Lexi was excited to be outside and was jumping around. You laughed at her. At least you still have her you thought.

You found a little park and decided to let her run a bit. The part as pretty empty and she really needed to stretch her legs. You sat on a bench and watched her run around you and play. Lexi was a good dog. She always stayed close to you even off her leash. As you were watching her a man sat down on the bench beside you. He was a little older. Maybe early 50s with gray hair and deep brown eyes. He definitely was good looking. You two exchanged some polite small talk while you kept an eye on Lexi. “So you don’t look like you’re from around here” the man said with a voice that sent a chill down your spine. “No, just passing through. I’m gonna be leaving soon” you said. “That’s a shame. I’d like to get some coffee or something with you” the man said. You blushed and for some reason you said you’d like that too.

You took Lexi back to the room and met the mystery man at the local diner.

He was already there when you arrived. You offered him a soft smile and sat down. “I hope you don’t mind but I went ahead and ordered you a coffee” he said as he motioned to the cup in front of you. “Oh thank you” you said as you poured creamer and sugar in the cup. You learned he was a local doctor who grew up here and after med school came back as his way to give back to the place that made him who he was. He told you he had four siblings but no special person or children in his life. He was so easy to talk to. He touched your hand and gave you a smile that made your hair stand on end. Your heart rate picked up. Oh god, was he a vamp? You thought to yourself. “Um, I’ll be back. I’m going to head to the restroom” you said. As you stood up you felt a little dizzy. You made it to the bathroom and tried to call Dean. He picked up and all you could say was “Dean” before you hit the floor.

“Sweetheart, you okay. Talk to me.” Then he heard a thud and the line went dead. “Sam it’s y/n she said my name and I think she passed out. We have to go now!” He said as he threw the car in reverse and took off.

Mystery man had collected you from the bathroom and put you in his car. Nobody questioned him when he carried you out because of course he’s a doctor.

Dean was in a panic trying to get back to the hotel. When they arrived they found Lexi but not you. “Damn where is she Sammy?!” Dean yelled as he punched the wall. “We will find her Dean. Let’s start asking around town. She couldn’t have gone far” Sam said trying to reassure his brother. They got in the car and drove to the stores and restaurants in town. Each place they went to turned up nothing. The last place was the diner. They walked in and the waitress told them to sit wherever. Dean walked up to the counter and said they were looking for their friend. He described you and the woman said “I think she was in here not long ago. She was with Dr Lincoln. He’s so dreamy”. Dean rolled his eyes. “Did you see where they went” he asked full of frustration. “Oh yeah, the poor dear collapsed in the bathroom. Dr Lincoln took her out. I’m sure he took her to his clinic. He’s such a good man. Always taking care of the people in this town.” The waitress said. Dean gave Sam a look. “Where is his clinic” they both asked. The waitress gave them directions and the colored drained from their faces. His clinic is inside the hospital. They thanked her and ran towards the car. “It’s okay Dean we will save her.” Sam said to Dean. “Sammy I can’t lose her. I should have told her. I love her. I’m just scared Sam. Everything I love leaves.” He said choking back tears.

Dr Lincoln arrived at the building and three of the vamps helped him get you inside. “She smells delightful. She’ll make a great addition to our family” one of the men said. Dr Lincoln growled “hands off. This one is mine.” They tied you to the chair and you started to come to. Your head was pounding and you were still groggy. “What, where am I” you asked as your eyes adjusted. You realized you were tied up. Dr Lincoln walked closer to you and smiled. Showing you his fangs. You gasped. “Don’t worry darlin, I’m going to take real good care of you.” He said as his brushed his hands over your neck. He inhaled deeply taking in your scent. Your heart was pounding and all you could think about was Dean. A single tear slid down your face. You didn’t want to die without telling him one last time you loved him.

Dean was driving as fast as he could. When they got to the hospital they took off towards the clinic. The office was closed but Dean kicked the door in. He and Sam searched every room. You weren’t there. “Sammy where the hell are they” Dean asked frustrated. “I don’t know. We will find them” Sam tried to reassure him.

One of the other vamps came over and took a long smell of you. He leaned down and smelled all the way up your body. He jumped back and look startled at mid level. “What the fuck” he said. “Uh boss, we’ve got a problem with this one” All you could think about was the girls who ended up dead because they couldn’t have a baby. This is it you thought. I’m going to die. You closed your eyes and all you saw was Dean’s beautiful green eyes and his smile. “I love you Dean” you whispered. Dr Lincoln came over and the other guy started whispering. “Fuck!” Was all Dr Lincoln said. I should have checked before I took her. I’ll figure out what to do with her.” He said and you opened your eyes. His dark eyes looking at you. “I should have smelled it as soon as I met you. Now you’re useless to me right now.” He hissed at you. “What, what should you have smelled” you asked with a tremble in your voice. “You’re already spoiled. You’re pregnant” he said.

“What, I’m pregnant” you whispered out. Oh my god. I’m pregnant with Dean’s baby. Joy and sorrow filled your heart. You loved him and would want to have his baby, but you aren’t going to live long enough to have it. Oh Dean, I’m so sorry” you thought before everything went dark.

Part 5

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taeyongsfemdom · 6 months ago

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| A Deal With The Devil: Part II |

●femdom/serial killer!reader & older!male character.

●contains: violence, weapons, kidnapping mention, drugging, taeyong being a damsel in distress, small mention of a coma.

●PLEASE READ DEAL WITH THE DEVIL BEFORE THIS ONE ⚠️ I don't want nobody getting confused.

Um, hey ya'll.....

Before ya'll cuss me tf out, let me explain!

This story is long overdue. For those who don't know, I dropped part one of this duology about two years ago (I think) and ended it on a cliffhanger. One of the reasons why this took so long is because I had so many ideas bumping around in my brain and had moments where I was like-

But at the same time, I was like-

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I apologize for this taking so long lmao! Last thing i'll say is that this will be more "action-packed" and there will be a happy disney-esque ending! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did! Also happy new year!!! Let's start the new year off with a fic! I'm also working on something pretty big that will be dropping soon! So stay tuned bitches!

Love ya'll ❤️

"That motherfucker"

You scrambled around the room trying to calm yourself down, you woke up to the sight of Taeyong not being next to you and it sent you into a panic. You knew that the man that invited you both over was behind this when you found the note sitting on a pillow.

"Thanks for bringing me a new toy. Taeyong is mine now, bitch" - C.S

you sent out a text to your assistant Mark to pull up with back-up just in case, you could handle the man by yourself but things were going to get messy. You wanted to be in style before handling Swan yourself, the grey blazer with chains hanging off it covered the yellow dress that hugged your curves and a pair of grey high heeled boots on your feet. You took a quick spin in the mirror as the loaded gun strapped to your thigh peeked under your dress before heading out into the hallway to look for Taeyong.

"Don't worry little rose, I'm coming"

The sound of your heels echoed throughout the halls, Swan's house was huge but you knew it like the back of your hand. The man was hiding the boy somewhere in the house, and you weren't gonna rest until you found him. You're eyes spotted the cracked double doors in the hallway that led into Swan's home theater, you quietly walked inside to it being empty, you jumped when the screen turned on to show various videos of Taeyong during his time as an idol. A clip of his laugh made your heart race as you felt a small anxiety attack on the rise, the screen began to distort as words appeared that said.

"YOU WON'T FIND HIM...GET OUT"

Anger took over as you ran out of the theater and back into the hallway, this was clearly Swan trying to mess with you.

"Get it together Y/N. You need to find Taeyong and get out of here"

You took a few deep breaths and checked your phone and saw that your backup had arrived. A small smile appeared on your lips as you typed out specific instructions for them to follow as you kept looking.

The front door creaked open as Mark, Mason and the newest addition to your team Amanda, carefully walked into the quiet house, the three of them in complete awe from how large it is.

"You're telling me that boss and Taeyong are somewhere in here?? We'll be here for hours!"

"Mason, what does she want us to do?"

"She said that she wanted me to meet up with her and find Swan. Mark, she wants you and Amanda to look for Taeyong. She said to be careful and be alert of everything around you since Swan is dangerous"

The both of them nodded as the three of them split up deep into the house, various small beeps could be heard in the halls from a hidden camera at the corner of the ceiling.

"Well, well, well! Everyone seems to be looking for my new doll. Y/N had to bring her little crew with her...pathetic"

Swan chuckled to himself as he looked into another camera that zoomed in on Taeyong sleeping like an innocent little angel.

"Mmmmm, goddess?"

Taeyong opened his eyes to sun shining in the bedroom, he rolled over to see that weren't next to him, but he didn't think much of it and assumed you were at work. The room he was in was an exact replica of yours inside of your home, the boy got up out of bed and headed to the bathroom, not knowing there was someone watching him.

"Hope you're ready to say goodbye to Y/N, little doll. You're mine now"

There was a small little breakfast cart parked next to the bed that Taeyong noticed immediately after leaving the bathroom.

"Ooh food!!"

"God, little rose where are you???"

"BOSS??? BOSS????"

You turned to see Mason running towards you, you ran right into her arms and hugged her tightly, she knew right away that something was wrong just by the way you were hugging her.

"Mason, thank god!"

"I didn't think I was gonna find you! What the hell is going on here?"

"It's a long story."

You pulled her in a nearby room, took a deep breath as she crossed her arms across her chest, waiting for an explanation.

"The other day, Swan made a deal with me where he wanted something in exchange for my annual company review. I was hesitant at first but I did it anyway"

"What did he want in exchange?"

Your heart started racing again.

"He wanted Taeyong. He said if I didn't go through with it, Mark would be fired. I couldn't let anything happen to him, so I brought Taeyong here and Swan & I did a plethora of things to him. After we were done, I took him to the bathroom and gave him a bath and then we went to sleep…then next thing you know"

Mason noticed the tear sliding down your cheek.

"I didn't see him lying next to me anymore, and I thought he was in the bathroom but he wasn't in there and my heart sank. I started freaking out because he's always next to me, that man took him from me and I have no idea where he is and I'm horrified that he might do something to him"

"Hey hey! Boss it'll be okay! Calm down"

"Mason. You know I don't cry, but I'm scared. I'm so scared. Taeyong means so much to me"

Mason pulled you into a tight hug as you sobbed into her shoulder, her hand rubbing your back. Mason has never seen you like this before in years, you rarely got emotional, but this was something very different.

"Boss, we're gonna find him! You don't have to do this alone. Mark, Amanda, and I are here to help you! Also your outfit is fabulous by the way! Wait...is that Taeyong's SuperM teaser outfit? It looks so good you, bitch!"

You laughed and hugged her again tightly as you wiped your tears away, the both of you going into the hallway to start the search up again until the sound of your phone dinging.

"Who is it?"

You pulled out your phone and found a text from Swan.

"Meet me in the ballroom. Alone"

"Fuck. I need you to find Mark and Amanda and go to the ballroom. I may need backup"

She nods as you head off to the ballroom to get your little rose back and take care of Swan.

"I can't believe she made me breakfast before she left! She's so sweet"

The butterflies in Taeyong's stomach started fluttering around as he looked at a framed picture of you and him that Norilyn took a while back and it made him smile.

"I wonder if she feels the same way about me"

A gloved hand opened up the door carefully as a hooded figured walked toward the boy who was distracted by the picture in his hand. He looked up and saw the figure in the reflection of the mirror in front of him, the picture fell out of his hand and shattered onto the floor before Taeyong let out a blood-curdling scream.

"NO! NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!! SOMEBODY HELP PLEASE!"

The ballroom was extravagant as hell, the room was literally dipped in gold but dark at the same time. Your heels clicked against the floor as you looked all over for Swan, the gun you had on your thigh was strapped to was in your hand since you had no idea what the man had planned.

"Oh Y/N!"

You quickly turned to find Taeyong held tightly against Swan's chest as he was towering over him, a predatory grin plastered across his face as you held the gun right to him, Taeyong’s sweet chocolate eyes was filled with fear as he saw you with the gun.

"I hope you got my thank you note! My new doll and I have been waiting for you!"

"Let him go..."

You said through gritted teeth while your grip tightened on the gun.

"I don't think I'm gonna do that! You fell into my trap and you were dumb enough to go through with it. Taeyong made this easy for me too, he really thought he was safe at home, but he was actually in the dollhouse that I created"

"What are you talking about?"

Taeyong winced in fear as the man was shouting right by his ear, Swan's large hand grazing his throat and that made your blood boil.

"I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TAEYONG TO BE MINE!"

You took a small step from his outburst.

"When I found out that you were managing him, I started coming to your company quite often to get the opportunity to see where he was, but he was never there. I remember when you invited me to dinner at your home and was shocked to find him living with you! IMAGINE WHAT THE WORLD WILL THINK WHEN THEY FIND OUT THAT TAEYONG IS FUCKING AROUND WITH HIS MANAGER! I had one of my men take pictures of your home so I could create my own version of it"

"Don't you think Taeyong would look gorgeous with his throat slit open?"

"STOP! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HIM"

The man grinned wickedly again as he pulled out a syringe of clear liquid, the needle lightly poking Taeyong's neck. Your eyes went to the door behind him opening to reveal Mason peeking out, giving you the notion that she's ready to strike.

"GODDESS HELP ME!!!!"

"Put that gun down or you can kiss your precious little Taeyong goodbye. Just be a good girl and obey a man for once, Y/N"

Before he could say another word, Mason ran up behind Swan and swatted him in the back of the head with the butt of her gun. Taeyong flew out of his arms and onto the floor, a bloody gash appeared behind Swan's head as you kicked him in the balls, making him scream.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH"

Mark and Amanda ran in to find you and Mason fighting Swan making the both of them stand off to the side.

You gave the man several punches right to the nose, blood getting all over your hand before he grabbed your boot, his face looked disgusting as his whole face was covered in blood.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

"LET ME GO!"

Your boot smashed right into his face as he scrambled across the floor. The butt of Mason's gun hit him on the head yet again, instantly knocking him out. The both of you breathed heavily as it was finally over, your finger went down to feel his neck for a pulse.

"Is he dead?"

"No, and I don't want him to be. I want him alive! Call Kun and his team so they can take him"

"Already done!"

"BOSS!!! COME QUICK!"

Your heart dropped when you saw Mark and Amanda hovering over someone lying on the floor. You quickly ran over to find them both looking at a unconscious Taeyong, fell to your knees and carefully held his face in your hands while trying not to let out more tears.

"Oh my god! Little rose! Little rose?!?!? Taeyong?? Taeyong, wake up please!!"

"He's alive, but his pulse his faint! How did this happen???"

Your eyes went to the syringe that shined across this floor.

"Swan had a syringe at his throat that was filled with something. I don't know what it is, but I'm gonna find out. Mason I need you to stay here while Kun cleans up! I need you to grab my suitcase that's in his office. Mark, Amanda, get Taeyong in my car so we can get the fuck out of here"

The three members of your team nodded at you before scrambling off into the house for the last time.

"This is all my fault"

You were sitting at Taeyong's bedside while he was still unconscious. One of your personal doctors came to examine him, turns out Taeyong was in a coma due to the drug that Swan injected into him. The doctor said he was gonna be just fine with some much needed rest, Norilyn and Amanda were in the room sitting on the couch watching you sulk.

"Y/N, everything is gonna be fine! All he needs is rest"

"Nori, I should've never done this. It's my fault that Taeyong ended up like this"

"No it's not! It was your piece of shit boss! Don't beat yourself up over this. Taeyong is gonna be okay, how about you just talk to him, that usually helps with waking someone up"

You looked over at the boy while he laid there, even unconscious, Taeyong still looked devastatingly beautiful while rays of sunlight hit his face.

"Boss listen, I know this might be a weird suggestion, but what if you kissed him? Y'know! That true love's kiss thing? It's supposed to work everytime."

Amanda gave you a light smile, while Norilyn rolled her eyes.

"Wow, that's a great recommendation A! But like, this isn't a disney movie, plus we have one little problem"

"I can't say the L-Word"

"What's the problem?"

You took a deep breath before opening your mouth.

"Oh! Well it was just a suggestion"

Norilyn sighed and patted your back as she stepped out, Amanda following her before you grabbed her hand.

"Amanda, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Yes, of course!"

She sat down right next to you, your hand still holding hers.

"What if I do kiss him, and...he doesn't wake up?"

"Well that depends honey. Are you in love with him?"

"That's the thing, I don't know"

"What I recommend is for to you is to listen to your heart. That's all I'm gonna tell you"

"Don't freak out, don't freak out! Norilyn says it's okay to be in love, I really do think we feel the same, but I don't know. I remember the day we first met, seeing those sweet chocolate eyes right after he fell in front of me. It was like things were meant to be!"

She smiled at you one more time before she leaves the room, your eyes going back to Taeyong. You started replaying the love confession he gave to you a while back and that made your heart flutter, he spilled his whole heart out to you and you ran away in fear of breaking his heart. Your finger moved a piece of hair out of his face as you leaned in for a second before pulling away.

"Fuck, I can't do this!"

You started pacing back and fourth in front of the bed.

Norilyn and Amanda secretly peek into the room to see if anything happens.

"Does he love me? Of course he does! He's crazy about me! And I'm crazy about him...more like obsessed actually. Is a kiss even strong enough to wake him up? This isn't a fairytale but it's worth a shot!"

"Just one kiss, this moment could be it. God I wanna know! Here I go..."

"Is she gonna do it???"

"Here I go, here I go, here I go..."

You try leaning in again before hiding behind a nearby dress mannequin, Amanda and Norilyn sighing in disappointment in the doorway.

"She didn't do it..."

"What if it doesn't work?! Amanda says I need to trust my heart. You can do this

You slid behind the curtain and hid for a second before popping out and going to the bed one more time.

You leaned down and pressed your lips against Taeyong's as you kissed him, your heart fluttered for the first time a very long time. You pulled away and pressed your nose to his as his eyes fluttered open to find you glowing in the sunlight. You looked to see him wide awake staring at you with a smile.

"Goddess?"

"Oh my god...little rose!!!!"

"What happened? I had a dream that someone kissed me"

A small gasp left you as he stretched his arms, his brow raising with confusion.

"Little rose, we need to talk"

The both of you walked onto the balcony of the room, your eyes were glued to his while he smiled at you.

"I kissed you"

"Y..you kissed me?"

"I did, it's a long story that I don't have time to get into, but there is something I need to tell you"

Your hands held his tightly.

"Taeyong, I'm in love with you! I've always felt the same way about you. Ever since you told me how you felt about me, I thought about it everyday and I just had my heart locked up for so fucking long. Ever since my break-up with Dante, I was just scared to fall in love again. Until I met you, I'm sorry that ran away when you spilled your heart out to me"

"Goddess it's okay! It just took some time, I know it was kind of unexpected for me to say that to you but-"

Your finger pressed against his lips to make him quiet.

"Shhh, just shut up and kiss me”

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders as he leaned in to kiss you, his pretty lips felt amazing against yours. Taeyong’s hands rested lightly on your waist while your hands messed with his hair, Amanda's jaw dropped as she peeked in the room saw you both kissing on the balcony.

"Taeyong's awake....TAEYONG'S AWAKE! TAEYONG'S AWAKE!! NORI TAEYONG'S AWAKE!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

You both pulled away as you gave him a huge hug, an innocent smile was stuck on his face as he held you tightly, not wanting to let you go.

"I love you, little rose"

"I love you too, goddess"

This might not be normal fairytale, but a villian can get a happy ending too.

The End

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justplainwhump · 2 years ago

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at work from the smut asks: i'm thinking of dany or peyton visiting the other at work during their fling 😏😉

Of course, Vic! Gosh, I love them during their fling. Their dynamic is just. Good.

[Just A Fling Masterlist]

(Peyton is Vic's character; this is just all build up for later whump)

Content: pure spicy flirting and (fade to black) consensual sex.

Montgomery Capital resides on the top floors of a skyscraper downtown, all sleek glass and steel.

It wouldn't be a challenge for Dany to get an invitation; one text would do - but it's more thrilling to get in without one. And these days, Dany is all in for the thrill.

A few well-placed soft smiles, nervous swirls of her locks and randomly dropped names is all it takes to get her a visitor's badge for the conference floor, where some real estate workshop is being held. Then, it's time for another demeanor - arrogant, confident and obviously annoyed at things not going her way, and the stressed out guy in the elevator doesn't only swipe his badge for her but even holds open the security door to the executive wing. She walks in, as if the building belongs to her, gaze skimming the names on the doors, until she finds the one she came for. The desk in front of it is empty; lunch break for the CFO's assistant she assumes, and just because she can, she sits down on their chair and checks the computer. It isn't even locked. Some strokes on the keyboard, and Peyton Montgomery's calendar opens.

Dany rolls her eyes. Horrible OpSec.

She puts in a do not disturb blocker for the next two hours, spins on the chair once, before she gets up and strolls into his office.

Peyton is sitting behind a huge desk, focused on reading something on his screen, and he doesn't even look up when she walks in. "Thanks, sweetheart," he says, "Leave in on the sideboard."

She presses the button next to his door that obscure the glass walls.

"Not your sweetheart," she says, and at least he gives her the satisfaction to flinch for a second, before his lips twitch into an appreciative grin. "Your OpSec is sub par. I could get all the way up here with just a visitor's badge and a pinch of acting."

"Oh yeah?" He murmurs, his gaze running her up and down. "I guess our security system isn't calibrated against femmes fatales."

"Seems so." She reaches behind her head with one hand and loosens her updo. "Now, what if I came with sinister intentions?"

He lifts his hands and rolls back in his chair. "True. You've got me, unarmed and alone."

Dany smirks. "And with a two hour blocker in your calendar, saying 'getting fucked over my own desk'."

Peyton's hand twitches to his mouse with a rare nervosity that makes her grin grow wider.

His shoulders loosen up a tiny bit when he sees the actual entry - xoxo, D - but the way his eyes narrow, when he turns back at her, both appreciative and hungry, lets her shiver in anticipation.

Dany stalks toward him, until she's right in front of his chair and leans in, hands on his armrests.

He breathes in the smell of her hair, before he meets her gaze with a grin. "Over my own desk, huh?"

She raises an eyebrow. "Don't tell me it'd be a first."

"First time with a trespasser." Peyton's hands rest on her thighs, thumbs playing with the hem of her neat business dress, slowly pushing upward. She's obsessed with his hands, somehow, with the way his hold of her is firm, resolute, confident, but never relentless. His touch alone makes her dizzy.

"For a seasoned criminal, your legs are sure shaking a lot," he remarks. She can't hold back a small gasp, when his fingers shove up her dress, cupping her hips and guiding her backwards until she's pinned between himself and his desk. "Seems like we better start off with you on that desk, huh?"

He lifts her up onto the edge, reaches over her for something, and she gasps when cold metal meets the skin between her thighs and her panties are swiftly cut off.

A letter opener, she realises dimly, when he tosses it back onto the desk, a silver letter opener with his family crest as the handle.

Like she's his.

Then his face dips between her legs, his tongue teasing just the right spot, and suddenly, just for now, she doesn't mind being his at all.

#this isnt actually whump #just spice #but good #dany hammond #peyton montgomery #dany peyton au

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devox2564 · 2 years ago

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In Your Heart: Chapter 5

Jake Kizka x fem reader

Warnings: tw for a slight narcissistic ex, other than that it’s a super cute fluffy Jake chapter

Chapter 5: Friends for Now

It's a little after 11am when you leave the relative comfort of your bed. Through the gap in your curtains, rain tap tap taps against the glass of the window. You dress quickly, throwing on jeans and a loose top. You pull on your boots and glance at yourself in the mirror. Should you put on makeup? You feel oddly self conscious, viewing yourself reluctantly through Jake's eyes. After last night you aren't sure how to feel. You've always liked Jake in a friendly way, and he's objectively attractive, but you've known him for years. The two of you have been closer now for a few months, but that doesn't mean that he's attracted to you.

You've never had to deal with this before. All the men you've seen or dated in adulthood have been explicitly romantically interested. There was no friendship there. No silly flirting, no tension, no prior knowledge of one another. This is uncharted territory for you. As you study your appearance, you decide that there's no reason to make a special effort over a crush. You've been to the studio looking normal loads of times. Your hair falls around your shoulders in its natural wave, and although your eyes are ringed with dark circles they are a bit brighter than they've been in a while. It's a bit startling to realize that you've been dead behind the eyes for weeks.

Making your way to the front door, you grab your guitar case and head out. The air is chilly, but the rain has ebbed just enough for you to make the walk down to your favorite cafe. A few minutes later with two steaming coffees in hand, you slide into the drivers seat of your car and pull away. The car was a recent purchase. A purchase made necessary by the now frequent trips back and forth to the studio that couldn't be made on foot.

....

You set the coffee cups down on a table in the corner of the room and settle onto the bench in front of the large grand piano. No one else is here yet. You pull your phone out and shoot a quick text.

Y/n: I'm at the studio, no rush :)

You find yourself eager for a reply, but you put your phone down on the bench next to you deliberately screen down. Raising your hands and resting them on the keys, you softly begin to play a few chords. It's been a while since you had the opportunity to play. Your mother paid for years of lessons before you'd ever picked up a guitar. She'd loved the sound of you practicing. Just before she'd died, you would sit in her living room and play for hours. For about a year afterwards, you hadn't touched the keys. Playing again had been an effort, but it roused happy memories of her. While the guitar roiled your blood and made you feel alive, the piano had informed your love of music and allowed you to channel your grief. The keys brought you immense comfort almost four years later.

Her favorite song had been "Merry Go Round of Life" by Joe Hisaishi. Of all the grand traditional classical pieces you'd learned, it had prevailed. You'd first learned it for your 6th grade recital, and she always said it reminded her of when you were still little. It was silly, but every time you sat down at a piano it was the song that you played. Now, your hands softly move across the keys. The sound floats into the empty room and a soft smile plays across your lips. Your breath settles into a rhythm with the keys. You become so entranced in your playing that you don't hear Jake enter. Behind you, he leans against the doorframe to listen.

"That was beautiful." he says from behind you as you finish the song and you jump.

"Jesus Christ, don't fucking sneak up on me like that." you laugh a little and clutch your chest.

He just laughs and crosses over to the piano. "I'm serious, I didn't even know you played. You'll give Sam a run for his money."

"I have since I was a kid. That was my mother's favorite song." you reply

"She's got good taste." he takes a seat next to you on the bench.

"She did. She passed about 4 years ago, I played it for her nearly every day." You reply with a sad smile

"Ahh I'm sorry, I didn't know.." he trails off a bit.

"What did you need to show me?" you ask, changing the subject and offering up a smile that said 'it's alright'.

"Right, right." he says and reaches into his pocket. He fumbles around for a moment and pulls out a plain looking car key attached to an enamel guitar key chain.

You pause for a moment, trying to figure out what he's up to before you ask, "and what is this for?"

"It's a key."

"Yeah I deduced that thanks, what does the key open?"

"It's your very own tour bus key." he replies and you look at him confused.

"What do you mean Jake?"

"Well, you already know that we set the dates for our next tour.." he speaks slowly now, as if he's nervous?

"Yeah?"

"And we all decided that we want Wolfsbane to tour with us. Open for a few months and see how it goes." he's looking at you with a big smile.

The both of you are still sitting on the piano's bench when what he's saying hits you and you fling your arms around his neck without thinking, pulling him into a hug that almost tips the bench. His arms wrap around you in response and he says "So I guess you have no problem with that?"

"Holy shit are you kidding?" you're smiling as you pull away from him.

"I'm glad you're amenable to it." he replies and pushes the key into your hand.

Like last night, when you touch you can feel your heart jump in your chest. The air around you seems to thicken and it's like you can't breathe. Just as he pulls his hand away, his eyes flick to yours and you sense that maybe, just maybe he's also experiencing the same thing. You don't know what to say. You hold his gaze for just a moment, his eyes seemingly looking straight through to the deepest part of you. He casually (as if this is a totally natural) reaches forward and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, lingering a bit in the movement.

You smile nervously, and feeling a little bit awkward, you scooch off the bench and scoop up a coffee cup. "So have you told the others yet?" you ask, breaking the silence.

He runs his hand through his hair, the grin still plastered on his face. "The guys told them last night after you left. I wanted to tell you myself."

"Awww how sweet." you tease.

"You know, I thought that maybe, if you wanted-" he starts and is sharply interrupted by your phone.

The ringtone blares as the phone vibrates on the bench. He hands it to you and you see a number you don't recognize lights up the screen. "Give me just a second, I don't know this number." you say.

You plop down in a chair and hit the answer button. "Hello?"

"Y/n?" you hear a familiar voice.

"David." you say, no question in your voice. You give Jake a 'wtf' look, and his expression is curious.

"Look, can we please meet up and talk?" he asks.

"I made it pretty clear that I didn't want to hear from you." your tone is pure ice.

"I know that, but I love you and I know we can make it through this. Me and Jen are through for good. I just want to talk." his voice is soft and soothing. The way he always sounded after a fight.

"No David. We're done. I don't owe you anything."

"I've been through alot, I've been working on being a better person. I think you do owe me a chance to explain myself." you can feel the tension in his voice growing under the guise.

"You cheated on me. I'm not having a discourse about this." a proper stonewall.

"Fuck you!" the act drops and he's shouting now "I fucking love you, and you know that. I can't believe you won't even hear me out!"

"Don't call me again David." you say and hang up.

You look up at Jake, drained of all feeling. He moves toward you and you rise. You allow his arms to wrap you up and you lean your head against his chest. Neither of you say a word.

.....

Shortly after that lovely phone call, the rest of the girls had arrived and the excitement about the tour had cheered you up. Jake hadn't said much, just sitting by as you rehearsed and hashed out the details of a new set. Now, you were on your way back to your apartment. The rain had started up again, bashing against your windshield. You dash back into your building and across the lobby.

Reaching your front door, you pull out your phone and text Jake.

Y/n: Come over? I'm ordering pizza.

You barely get your door open before he replies.

Jake: Don't worry about it, I'll pick one up on the way :P

You toss your phone onto the couch and trudge to your bedroom to change. After a shower and a pair of sweatpants, you've cemented a spot on the couch. You're frustrated with yourself for wanting to cry. You're frustrated with yourself for not being able to power through on your own. The tears fall, hot and angry. They burn rivers on your cheeks as you sit in silence. You feel guilty for dragging Jake into this mess. You miss your mother and you wish she were here. She would know the right things to say and do.

Jake's knock sounds through the apartment. You swipe at your eyes, knowing your face is splotchy and red. Opening the door, you see him see you in all your fucked up glory. He moves inside to set the pizza box on the kitchen counter and then returns to you. He folds you up and strokes your hair softly.

"You know.." he begins

"What?" You say, devoid of any real feeling. Your face is smushed against his shoulder.

"I was going to ask you out today. Like on a real date. But I don't think that's appropriate timing. Might make me look like an ass while you're all sad." He pulls away and smiles down at you, his eyes soft and understanding.

This comment makes you laugh, a real laugh. Not a cynical one like you're used to emitting when he picks at you.

"Hey what's so funny? I'm serious." He pulls an exaggerated frown.

"Just shut up and bring the pizza in the living room." you're still giggling, and your voice is stuffy from crying.

.....

A few hours later after some pizza and a lot of garbage tv (you're working your way through the latest season of the bachelor) you're feeling a bit better. You're annoyed that the excitement for the tour is being overshadowed by an ex that isn't even worth a thought, but hey you're working through it.

You're both laughing at a clip of a blonde getting sprayed by a bottle of champagne when he turns the volume down and turns to you again.

"Not that I want to interrupt this very important viewing right now-"

"But you are so go ahead." You say still laughing.

He rolls his eyes, stifling another bout of laughter "I was serious earlier. About us going out I mean."

"Look Jake, I'm not saying no, but can we just wait a while?" you ask him, looking into his eyes for any hint of anger or frustration.

"Like a while as in a few hours or a while as in a few years?" His continued teasing reassures you.

"Let's just make it through this tour and see where we stand. I don't want to put any pressure on us. I like the way we are now. Friends." you say, hoping he understands where you're coming from.

You'd like to be much more than friends, but you can't risk losing him right now. You're still unsure about how the dynamic might change between you.

"I can wait till then I suppose, it's only a few months." He grins mischievously "but do you mind if I test out a theory first?"

You pause for a second, processing the question. Before you can reply, he's pulled you in. Your face is cradled in his hands and he kisses you. Softly at first, as if testing to see how far he can go. The kiss deepens. His lips move against yours, tongue barely swiping the curve of your bottom lip. His thumb brushes across your cheekbone and he pulls away. It's over well before you're ready as much as you hate to admit it.

"I knew that was going to be good." He's smiling.

You give his chest a soft push and you laugh "Asshole."

"Friends for now?" He asks.

"Friends for now." You say and lean into him on the couch, pressing the button to turn the television volume back up.

We finally got a kiss guys 😮‍💨. This was a fun one to put together. Let me know what you think in the comments.

Tune in next Friday for the new chapter! If you’re interested in being added to a tag list, message me and I’ll get one started! Thanks for reading!

-E

#greta van fleet #jake gvf #danny wagner #greta van fic #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #slow burn #soft fic

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chrisevansleftpeck · 2 years ago

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Word Count: 800

Content Warnings: Just wine :)

my man looks so good in this gif holy hell

You’d waited all week for Spencer’s case to wrap up. It’d been four days and you two had called every single night just so you could sleep. That was sufficient for you in the past, but since your relationship had become more “hands-on”, sometimes you and Spencer wanted more on calls. You guys had sort of begun lounging around on call shirtless or in your undergarments and just for the fun of it, that sufficed. But it was Valentine's Day and you were promised dinner, wine and movie night. All of that began to seem impossible though as Spencer was still in Kentucky and you were living in his DC apartment.

You were sort of deflated, just moping around the apartment for most of the night, making some hot tea and having yourself a Marvel movie marathon. It wasn’t until your phone buzzed that you smiled for the first time in hours, reading Spencer’s name in your phone.

Hey, call in fifteen? I’ll be wearing something nice. I’m also really really sorry. I love you, talk soon.

You practically jumped up from the couch, running to Spencer’s bedroom to sift through his closet for the red heart dress you’d bought just for Valentine’s Day, as well as the black lingerie set you bought.You strategically threw your hair up, clipping it with a black claw clip. To tie it together, you added a red lip and gelled your eyebrows with an eyebrow brush as well as lightly applying some cream blush and mascara. Lastly, as stupid as it was, you also spritzed yourself with some perfume. It was Spencer’s favorite on you and even though he couldn’t smell it, it made the night feel more real to you.

You were all prepped, waiting for his call, snuggled into the couch with a bottle of wine and an empty glass. Your phone was prepped against an unlit candle on the coffee table, facing your direction. You felt a thrill run through you as your phone buzzed against the table, Spencer’s name appearing on your screen. You answered with a smile then practically stuck your jaw to the floor.

Spencer was wearing nice black work pants as well as his white long sleeve undershirt which was unbuttoned halfway down. “I selfishly hope you didn’t wear that to work.”

“I did, but I saved the unbuttoned look for you, baby.” Spencer said, shifting to sit criss-cross on the floor. He settled into his spot, then reached for a bottle of wine and an empty glass off of a counter. You watched Spencer open his bottle of wine, you doing the same with yours. “You look beautiful, for what it’s worth. Really pretty. I’m sorry I can’t be there.”

You began to fluster from his compliment until he reminded you of his looming absence. The apartment was really quiet without him. “It’s nobody’s fault.” You nodded, pouring your red into the glass.

“Yes, it is. It’s my fault. I’m sorry. There’s always going to be another unsub-” He apologized again, but in a sharper tone. Spencer was so guilt-ridden.

You cut Spencer off, “Stop it. You look too pretty to be so worried right now. I know you’ll make it up to me, you do every time, baby.” You attempted to soothe Spencer, assuring him it was okay, even if it left you a little empty inside.

“Well I don’t like having to make it up to you all the time. Which is why I have good news for you.” Spencer’s frown turned into a smile. “‘I’ll be attending cases every once in a while, but the BAU gave me a part-time offer to teach at a university in DC and consult virtually or from the office on cases. I’m going to take it.” You began to laugh. Out of joy out of happiness out of something- but you were really excited. “I have one more surprise too.”

“Spencer this is so great! But I don’t have anything for you, you know-” You were promptly cut off by the sound of Spencer’s phone disconnecting and one of his neighbor’s doors unlatching. What came next was a knock on Spencer’s door.

You stood up quickly, deciding you’d peek through the door’s peeping hole first, just to be safe. Through the hole you saw those familiar hands holding a big bouquet of assorted flowers. You wasted no time unlatching the door and throwing your arms around Spencer.

You jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you in, locking the door behind you two. Once Spencer had placed the bouquet on his kitchen counter, he let you down, allowing his hands to settle on your velvety dress’s waist.

He stepped backward slightly, taking in all of you. “I can’t believe you did that.” You playfully hit Spencer’s shoulder, pulling him into a hug.

“You really think I’d miss Valentine's Day?” Spencer asked, holding your cheeks and giving you your first of many kisses that night.

"How about we get started on some Valentine's Day festivities?" You suggested, grasping the back of his fluffy hair as you began to kiss him. It was going to be a good, long Valentine's Day.

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years ago

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NAN'S FAVORITE BOY

A/N: this absolute fluffiness was inspired by @harrysblackcoat 's little photo concept, i couldn't just not write it!!

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: Your nan loves Harry. Maybe even more than she loves anyone in the family.