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dimpledlavendeer · 4 years ago

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Enhypen reaction to finding their s/o crying

warnings: actually none because this is fluff but please don't read if you are a sensitive person ♡

May contain typos

I wrote this because one of my friends gave me the idea while we were talking ♡

A reminder that requests are now open ♡

Heeseung 𖦹

Heeseung would be so worried for you

He would immediately pull you into his arms when he realized your red eyes and the tears on you cheeks

He would wipe your tears with his thumbs and place small kisses everywhere on your face

His eyes would get teary too

He would constantly tell you sweet things while kissing your forehead

"I'm here okay, you aren't alone, I would never leave you alone."

He wouldn't let go of you from the hug until you calm down and say you're okay or at least he sees your smile

He would patiently wait for you to tell him without pressuring you to tell what it was about

When you do tell him he would listen to you pulling you onto his lap while laying on the bed and stroking your hair slowly

He would lay on the bed with you for hours cuddling you, would sing to you when he sees you eyelids getting heavier and you struggle to keep them open, you would find peace in his arms and voice

Jay 𖦹

His eyes would burn when he sees tears falling from eyes to your cheeks

His rage would built up so fast, he would be so ready to throw hands to whoever that made you so upset

He would run to you and cup your face, pressing his lips on yours

You would tell him what happened while your face was buried on his chest

He would let out couple of curse words out of frustration

He would help you wash your face and then take you out for a ride around the city to calm you down

He would buy you ice cream to eat while he is driving and he would let you choose any song you want to play

He would never let go of your hands

When you guys get back home he would convince you to took a warm bath while he cooks for you

He would make sure you drown in his small little presents thru the whole week too, buying cute plushies, accessories anything he thought that would look cute

Jake 𖦹

He called you after practice to let you know he was getting out a little bit earlier today

When he heard you sniffing he knew something wasn't right

He asked if everything was okay and you couldn't help your voice from cracking

He would say he's gonna be there in 10 minutes and literally rush to your place because he would be extremely worried

He would buy all kinds of stuff on his way to your place whether it's food or something else

He would drop everything on the floor once you open the door for him and just pull you in his arms

He would ask questions non stop because he would be so panicked

"What happened? Are you okay? Who made you cry? How can I help? Do you want me to get you something?.."

And then he would Apologize for asking too many questions while pecking your lips

Honestly his little clumsiness would make you smile a little <33

Sunghoon 𖦹

You were supposed to meet with Sunghoon to go out today but you couldn't because you had a bad argument with one of your classmates

You left school early and just closed yourself into your room turning your phone off

You didn't even bother to change your clothes or remove your make up and you just throw yourself to bed

Eventually you fall asleep while crying

Sunghoon called you many times but could never reach you, he tried texting you to but you never responded so he got worried and a little bit pissed off so he stormed into your place yelling your name

When you didn't answer back his worries grow even more until he opened the door of your bedroom and saw your crawled body on the mattress

His heart would break into million pieces when he saw your ruined make up due to your crying

He would accidentally wake you up while caressing your cheeks and smile to you asking if you were alright

He would let you cry laying on the bed like that while patiently listening to you and when he made sure you're done crying he would clean your face with a napkin

He wouldn't tell you anything but he would probably see that one person who made you cry and make sure they can never disturb you again bc that's how protective he is

Sunoo 𖦹

This little bean would literally shed tears with you

His heart couldn't take seeing you cry

He was at your place for a sleep over and went to the kitchen to get you both snacks

But when he came back he saw you crying because you missed your family

He would throw snacks to a side and come to hug you

He would say that he understands you while slowly patting your back and telling it's okay

Meanwhile he also would get teary eyed but will deny that he also cried

He would tell you some of his embarrassing school memories to make you laugh

Or put a random song on would drag you to dance with him

Eventually you would give in to his cuteness and dance with him because you know he's just trying to make you feel better by trying to distract you from bad thoughts

Jungwon 𖦹

You went to visit jungwon while they were practicing for their comeback

But while you were watching them practice you found out that you failed one of your classes so your expression unintentionally changed

When you felt that your tears building up inside you, you get out to wash your face

When you get into the restroom you couldn't help but to shed a few tears bc you tried your best but it was just not enough

You got stratled when you heard the sound of the door opening and you turned your back yo hide your face while trying yo wipe off your tears

You heard him calling you "y/n are you.. are you crying? Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine" you would say buy your voice would be enough for him to understand

"Then look at me or I am getting inside." He would say because he isn't the type to let you suffer alone like that when he knows you are not okay

He would buy you something warm while you two talk, after he patiently waits for you to finish your talk he would also mention the mistakes he makes to show you that it's normal and he would invite you to their dorm for that night for a movie marathon

He would mention to the boys that you weren't feeling well so when you go to their dorm at night all of them would baby you, of course jungwon in the first place, he would let you tease him all you want instead of teasing you for that night and would actually do some embarrassing stuff to make you smile

Ni-Ki 𖦹

He would realize something was off when you didn't respond to one of his jokes the way you usually do

His playful mode would totally turn Into serious when he realizes you are more silent than you normally are, sitting with a poker face

He would be hesitant to come and ask you what was wrong so instead of talking at the first place he would come and sit next to you silently

He would give shy glances at you while sitting like that, honestly I see him as pretty patient person so he would actually sit there in silent like that until you decide to talk with him

His presence would actually make you feel better since he is just trying to show you that you aren't alone with his actions because he is rather a shy person when it comes to things like this

When you start talking about your day and talk about what was bothering you, he would remain silent, nodding at your words sometimes to show you he listens

He would start talking when you ask about his opinion, he would say things that will not only make you feel better but actually would help you see things in a better way

He would remind you to not be so hard on yourself even tho he is so young he is very mature

He is that type of person that you can sit with for hours even tho you don't really talk because his presence next to you would be comforting enough

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dex-xe · 4 years ago

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if you’re still taking requests i’d love to see “Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?” with alison and thomas cause u know that lil bitch gets panic attacks/meltdowns and i feel like alison’d be hella good at talking him thru em

Thomas, Alison, Pat & the Captain General #23: “Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?”

(So this is a fic for these three, I couldn’t decide who to write so here’s all three of them trying to deal with an upset Thomas. Also,, for some reason these are getting no interaction on ao3, yes they’re on there as well, so if anyone wants to go check out some of my stuff on there pls do @/littlemouseinapartyhat :))) Also I know all the fics so far have focussed on a select few characters but the next one will be the Button House women on a sleepover,, spoiler alert Fanny joins in and has fun :P)

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Far too many times, Pat and the Captain had discovered Thomas buried to his eyes in the murky green water of the lake. It was hardly a surprise to either when Thomas had bolted from the house and dove into the water with the arrival of a new Lord Byron with film crew in tow. As soon as his overwhelming emotional meltdown had begun, Pat and the Captain had shared one single glance across the film set, a knowing glance of full understanding of what they must do later. Their usual nightly patrol was punctuated by a detour to the lake where they, like usual, would sit on the grassy bank beside the water for two hours persuading Thomas to come inside. They’d eventually peacefully appease him and watch as Thomas took the long and silent walk back to the house where he’d dramatically flop into his bed - and remain there for days on end. Pat waited until the Captain had finished gawking after Adam to catch his arm and drag him swiftly towards the lake. They stood on the shoreline watching Thomas huff and puff in the dark water, running his fingers repeatedly through his soft curly hair. “So what do we do exactly?” Someone asked. Unaware they had been followed, both men spun around to find Alison behind them, hands on hips gazing out at Thomas. Pat turned back to face the lake, stepping up the algae ridden waterline. “Thomas!” He called. “Thomas! Are you alright?” Thomas didn’t respond. Instead ducking further below the surface to drop his nose under the water too. “Listen, Thorne!” The Captain shouted out to him. “It’s getting dark, you must come inside at once.” “Does he listen?” Alison asked. “Eventually,” the Captain sighed. “You might care to take a seat, Alison. He can take a little while, whiny child.” Alison perched on the edge of the bank, picking at the grass as she rested her chin on her knees, ready to watch whatever Pat and the Captain had planned for the poet. “Thomas, do you want to talk about it?” Pat shouted. “I get you’re upset, mate. But come out and we can have a chat, yeah? What’s wrong?” Thomas stayed silent, staring blankly back as if not a single thought was running through his mind. “I know you don’t feel well, and I won’t pretend to know what’s happening in that little brain of yours but talking it out will make you feel a thousand times better, I promise,” Pat told him. “Now listen here, Thomas. I demand you listen to Patrick and vacate the water with haste,” the Captain yelled towards him. “The film crew’s left, Tom, nothing left here to worry about,” Pat said. “You can come inside and calm down a touch, yeah? Letting it all out will do you the world of good.” “The sun is setting, Thorne. Whatever this silliness is, you had better push it down deep and come inside!” “Captain, that’s not exactly the best advice at the moment,” Pat told the Captain covering his frustration with a small chuckle. “We’re here to fetch him from the water, not provide a therapy session.” Pat turned fully towards the Captain and held his hands out to try and placate him, hoping he wouldn’t resort to his idea of talking never helping - as he had insisted with Fanny only weeks earlier. “If we find out what is troubling him, we can get him out.” “But-“ Alison stood up abruptly and stepped between the two of them. “Okay, well you guys aren’t helping him in the slightest,” she said. “What? I’m helping?” They said simultaneously, snapping to face each other and shoot incredulous looks. “You’re not doing anything!” “Okay, my turn,” Alison returned to watching Thomas’ morose face above the water. She took her phone from her back pocket and dropped it onto the bank before pulling off her heavy green jumper. She stepped into the lake, muddy water splashing about her ankles and coating the cuffs of her jeans. She sighed at the thought of slaving over laundry the next morning to recover her best jeans. “What the bally hell are you doing?” The Captain questioned. “You can’t seriously be going out there?” Pat said. “Fetch Mike if I start to drown, hey?” She said before wading deeper into the water. She was pleasantly surprised that she could keep her feet planted firmly on the silty bottom of the lake as the freezing winter water pooled around her legs, then hips, all the way up to her shoulders, and to the point where she had to push up onto her tiptoes to keep her head above the surface. Reaching Thomas within a matter of moments, Alison stopped in front of him and dropped ever so slightly so she was eye to eye with him. “Thomas,” she said quietly. “Hey, look at me. Focus on me, alright?” She reached a dripping hand from out of the water and reached as if to cup his cheek, hovering millimetres away. “Can you hear me, Thomas?” Thomas nodded jerkily, trying not to break his eye contact with Alison. “Good, you don’t need people shouting advice at you from the shoreline. You need someone to bring you back down, don’t you?” He nodded again. “You’re floating, aren’t you? Well above the lake and you feel like you can’t come down because everything that’s happening in that head is keeping you up. I’m right, aren’t I?” “Yes,” his voice cracked. “I’ve been there, Thomas,” Alison confessed quietly. “I’ve felt that: where you desperately need someone to catch hold of your leg and just pull you back down. It’s a panic attack, Thomas, or something similar; I’m not sure but it’s nothing to be afraid of. I just need you to focus on me, yeah? And the water. The water? The water! It makes you feel sick, doesn’t it? Can you feel it, can you feel that nauseous feeling like when you touch someone living? It’s there, isn’t it?” A thought overtook Alison, a simple but risky idea. It could bring Thomas straight back to reality, or it could make him feel a thousand times worse. Her hand stayed in position close to Thomas’ face, as she flicked her attention to it slightly. Leaning forward, her hand pressed into his cold form fading through his skin momentarily. Thomas took a deep breath, he had no need to but the overwhelming emotion had stopped his breaths for so very long. “Can you feel it? Does it make you feel, Thomas?” She whispered, trying hard to keep her balance on the lake bed and not fall straight through Thomas. “Fair Alison,” Thomas whispered. “I- I feel sick.” “Good, it’s called ‘grounding’. Using the things around you to bring you back to reality. I’m right here with you, so use my touch, my voice,” Alison said calmly. She couldn’t help but think about the first anxiety attack she’d ever experienced. Year eleven, minutes before a presentation on igneous rocks - Mike had been the one to sit on the corridor floor with her and coach her through it, using the very same techniques she was employing for Thomas. “When there are people in the house, people who work to mock me, it is as if every noise, every colour, every person is simply too vibrant,” he whispered, barely audible to Alison. “It is as if every bone in my body is being accosted by the senses, too many senses.” “I know, I know,” Alison muttered. “I know, Thomas. But you mustn’t drown yourself in the lake! This doesn’t feel particularly pleasant for me, let alone the undead. So, don’t drown yourself, please. One of the best things about my near-death and questionable spiritual abilities is that I can help you.” “None of the others understand this horrific feeling,” Thomas said. “Patrick and the Captain, they do their best. But Captain is rather harsh and Pat insists on talking nonsense and then trying to hug me. I do not feel I need that.” “Then come to me, Thomas,” Alison urged. “Don’t drown yourself, what kind of a solution is that? Find me and we’ll talk.” “I do not wish to disturb when you are-,” Thomas started. “No, you’re not a disturbance. If you need me, I’ll be there.” Thomas nodded gently, trying not to put pressure on the cold spot where Alison was touching his face. “Now, I’m freezing to death out here, and I’m fairly sure there’s a fish in my jeans. Let’s go inside, you can choose a film, yeah?” “Yes please.” The light had dropped quickly, the orangey grey light of the evening had been replaced by darkness. They began the trudge back to the shore where Pat and the Captain were sat side by side on the bank, trying slightly too hard to seem nonchalant a hide their eavesdropping. Pat jumped up as he realised they were coming back, and the Captain uncrossed his legs to stand beside him. “Fantastic work, Alison!” Pat said, reaching out to take Thomas by the arm. He cowered away slightly, only to be guided slowly forward by Alison; more herding him than actually touching his waistcoat. Pat retreated holding his hands up in surrender. “That’s probably a record!” “Whatever did you say to get him away so quickly?” The Captain asked. “Stop being so nosy,” Alison chuckled, ringing the water out of her dark hair. “Thank you for your help, Pat, Cap. But just leave him be for a little while, okay? Come on, back in with you,” she said turning to Thomas. “I could do with a hot shower and some clothes that don’t contain ten gallons of pond water and an aquarium of creatures. Will you be okay sitting with the others for a bit while I get changed, Thomas?” Thomas contemplated and then nodded once at her beginning the long walk to the safety of the house. He was still away with the fairies, still flying high above the lake waiting for his feet to return to solid ground. But concentrating very hard, focusing on Alison in front of him - her voice and her touch, he could almost feel the very tips of his toes skimming the waterline.

#are tags gonna work today????#lets find out #apparently not #bbc ghosts #ficbymax

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xplrerdolan · 5 years ago

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Heheh idk if my request sent 🥺👉👈 possibly a Colby angsty fic where y/n is having a really bad day and comes home to Colby crying and he comforts her? Only if you want tho, ily Bb 🥺❤️

u sent this so long ago but here i am, trying my best to finish ONE THING while i’m working on like FIVE THINGS. anyways i love u 🥺

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Every hour of the day seemed to weigh heavier on your shoulders by the time you were getting out of work. You’d been late that morning because your alarm clock had somehow managed to get unplugged, resulting in your boss’s impatient voice being the first thing you heard when you woke up. After getting ready in a panic, there was, of course, traffic on the way there, making your anxiety spike while there was nothing you could do about it.

When you’d walked into your job, you had sighed, thinking the worst of the day was over and now all you had to do was get through the day until you could go home. But, no. That’s not how things went.

Your boss chewed your ear off some more about being irresponsible and how there was no excuse for being as late as you were, despite having very valid, though unfortunate, reasons for why you’d been late. There wasn’t anything you could do but take it; as is the way with an abuse of power.

When you finally clocked in to work, you were completely swamped all day. You were grateful when your lunch break rolled around, especially since you hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning, but once again, your boss told you off. He said you didn’t get to have a lunch break that day since you were late, and that the time you’d lost during the morning could be made up during lunch.

You went back to your desk, fuming and extra irritable from being hungry. You typed away angrily, which you regretted as soon as your spacebar suddenly stopped working. Anger quickly bled into another bout of panic as you tried desperately to fix it yourself without having to tell your boss, but why would that have happened?

Facing your boss once again, you were met with more anger and unnecessary insults on your overall work performance. With each word that flew from his mouth, he chipped away at your ability to remain calm and collected, leaving you nearly at your breaking point when he sent you to request a new keyboard. You sent in the request and tried to take care of any tasks that didn’t require a keyboard.

Finally, you made it to the end of your day, feeling like a husk of the human you once were. You texted Colby that you were on your way home and that you’d be there soon. You just wanted to stop somewhere to pick up food and get home so you could just unwind for a bit. As you waited in the drive-thru line, you massaged your temples until you pulled up to the speaker.

You ordered your favorite fast-food treat, only to be told that, unfortunately, they were all out of one of the essential ingredients they needed to make your order. You couldn’t even respond, you felt so defeated. You drove away and tried to fight the heavy, suffocating lump in your throat as you made your way home. You focused completely on not letting your tears spill over; you did not want to cry. Not while you were driving, and honestly, not at all. You just wanted to be able to go home and go directly into your bed, under the covers, and sleep until the next morning.

You parked in your usual spot and kept your breathing steady as you walked through the front door of your home. Breathe in and breathe out, you coached yourself, keeping your face neutral as you removed your flats that had been digging a blister into your heel all day. You slowly made your way towards your bedroom, passing the living room as you did.

From inside, on the couch, came the cheerful greeting of your boyfriend. “Hey, babe,” he called, standing up to meet you in the hall.

You were more focused than ever on not crying. You turned and forced a tiny smile on your face, not wanting to unload all of your burdens onto him. He had such a busy life, and you knew in your heart that he had to deal with a lot more than you did on a day-to-day basis, so you didn’t want to add any more stress to his life than he already had.

Once he reached you, he put his hands on your shoulders and leaned in to give you a quick peck on the cheek. You were holding it together pretty well... until he asked, “How was your day?” with a sincere smile.

You could physically feel the fascade you were hiding behind break. Just as instantaneously as it cracked in half, you went from a tiny smile to hiccuping sobs.

Colby’s face dropped with concern, the suddenness of your tears catching him off guard. He pulled you into his arms with a wide-eyed expression on his face, trying to figure out how he could blink and miss the moments between you being seemingly okay to you being inconsolably upset. After a moment of trying to figure it out, he decided it wasn’t really that important to know—what was important was finding out what had made you upset and what he could do to help.

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay,” he murmured, his hand rubbing soothing circles across your back. You buried your face in his chest, not wanting to confront how terrible you were feeling despite being at the mercy of your own emotions—you had no choice but to let it out, even if you wanted to choke it all down.

“Why don’t we go to our room?”

You nodded at Colby’s suggestion, keeping your head down to hide the expression on your face. You held his hand and he let you lead him upstairs to your shared room. Walking in after you, Colby closed and locked the door to make sure you had total privacy. Before he could start to comfort you again, you were moving around the room, taking off your business casual clothes, all while you tried to explain through angry sobs as coherently as you could why you were so upset.

You furiously scrubbed the makeup off your face while you detailed the way your boss seemed to have it on his agenda to ruin your life today. You clumsily stepped into your fuzziest pair of pajama pants while you exasperatedly explained how hungry you were and how many times the day kept you from sitting down to eat. You unclipped your bra from under your shirt and threw it haphazardly across the room, landing somewhere near your laundry basket, before launching into an account of how you managed to break your keyboard and how your boss berated you for it. By the time you had finished ridding yourself of evidence that the day had even happened, you had gone through the events of your whole day, all while speaking (and often screaming) through sobs that had been contained for far too long.

Colby sat on his side of the bed, listening patiently as you got ready to relax, his expression a mix of concern and sympathy. Under the surface, he was fuming about how poorly your boss had treated you today—he wasn’t necessarily a great boss to begin with, but he really took it too far this time. However, he would save that anger for another time; you were the one who needed to let off some steam at the moment.

When you had finished recounting your day, you took a deep breath, your breathing coming out unevenly as you got out all of your anger and were left with feelings of sadness and frustration.

“Come here,” he said softly, opening his arms wide and sitting back against the pillows to allow you to cuddle into him comfortably. At his simple command, you hurried over and climbed into the bed next to him, grateful for the haven his embrace provided you.

It was hard to believe a little while ago you thought you’d be able to keep all of your emotions bottled up inside you. You continued to let everything out, not holding back on any sobs or sniffles. Colby, supportive as ever, encouraged you to stay cuddled up to him for as long as you needed. One of his arms hugged you tight against him while the other continued to caress you in a calming manner.

“I know today was really shitty and getting through it was really hard, and I’m really sorry you had to go through all that,” he began, his voice gentle and low. “But I want to remind you that you did get through it—all of it, even things that you had every right to give up on. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that you decided to quit on the spot as soon as your jackass of a boss even breathed near you.” He earned a tiny chuckle from you as you started to calm down. “Seriously, though, you pushed through a lot today. It would’ve been completely reasonable for you to not go into work after waking up that late, but you pushed through. I could totally understand if you told me you snapped at your boss after he chewed you out, but you pushed through. You could’ve done a lot worse than break your spacebar, and if I were in your position, I probably would’ve—but you pushed through that, too. You even kept pushing after you broke it and couldn’t get any more work done at your computer. And the fact that you didn’t set fire to that fast-food place after they couldn’t make you the only thing you wanted? Your self-control is truly admirable!”

You were giggling softly as Colby continued to compliment you on how you managed to make it through everything you had, looking up at him from where your head was laid on his chest. You could see his smile get bigger with every tiny laugh he coaxed out of you, and watching him get happier as you got happier truly made you feel a million times better. And you had to admit, he was definitely right—you had persisted through a lot that day, maybe even more than you should have.

“I’m proud of you. You’re such a strong person, and I love that about you,” he said, his voice a lot softer now. “You make me want to be strong, too.”

Your eyes were welling up again, but not from negative emotions. Instead, you were overwhelmed with gratitude and love for the man next to you. At a loss for words, you simply reached up and pressed your lips against his, letting your lips do the talking for you.

When you pulled away, you whispered, “Thank you.”

“Of course, baby. I’m glad I could help,” he smiled, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

As if your stomach could sense you were done letting out your emotions, it growled loudly, making both of you laugh. “I’ll order some food now, okay? We can stay in and watch a movie or something. Whatever you want,” Colby said, pulling out his phone to start placing an order.

“That sounds perfect,” you said, kissing his cheek before laying your head against his chest again.

It was funny, you realized, how you had imagined that Colby must’ve gone through so much worse in his daily life that you felt you definitely should be able to handle as much as you had and probably more. Yet here he was, admitting that you inspire him to be strong enough to get through his day. You nuzzled in closer, feeling extra grateful and extra humbled as that reality hit you, and you felt warmer knowing you kept each other going.

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jenonctcity · 5 years ago

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Burning Jealousy

[8:14pm]

Huang Renjun – Smut

Boyfriend!Au

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Oral (male receiving), dom!Renjun, face fucking/deep throating, rough sex.

Request: Requested by anon – Reader makes Renjun jealous and teases him until he can’t take it anymore and takes her to his room.

The moment you stepped through the threshold of the NCT Dream dorm you had already decided you wanted to tease Renjun. The inkling of the idea had popped into your head when Jaemin was the one to answer the door to let you inside. You couldn’t deny how handsome he looked in his comfortable clothes. With his pink hair laying fluffy against his forehead, his black adidas joggers showing the length of his long legs, and his white t-shirt tight against his biceps. Renjun was nowhere to be seen as you and Jaemin greeted each other, so with a cheeky smirk you leaned close to Jaemin’s ear and whispered into his ear your evil plan. He pulled his signature cheeky grin and nodded enthusiastically, overjoyed at the thought of winding up his older brother.

“Follow my lead little one. Pretend you’ve hurt your foot or something.” He mumbled as he ruffled your hair, scooping you up into his arms in a bridal carry and causing you to squeak loudly in surprise. He carried you through the dorm until you got to the living room, gently laying you on the sofa. “She tripped and hurt her foot.” Jaemin spoke with dominance in his tone, sitting by your feet and pulling them onto his lap. Renjun, sat on the opposite sofa furrowed his eyebrows and jumped up, sitting beside you quickly.

“Are you okay baby?” He grasped your hand in his own, looking concerned at you and scanning the rest of your body for injuries.

“I’m fine, its lucky Jaemin was there to catch me!” You didn’t look at Renjun as you spoke, instead keeping your eyes on Jaemin and missing the look of jealousy spark over your boyfriends’ features.

“You caught her?” He queried with an eyebrow raised. His back going up like a dog possessive over its food.

“Yeah, she just fell into my arms like a damsel in distress.” As Jaemin spoke he slowly started to massage your foot in his lap, looking at you with a sultry look. This wasn’t missed by Renjun, him shuffling closer to you.

“Jaemin you’re so strong…” You giggled in a flirty way, reaching out a hand and giving Jaemin’s bicep a squeeze. He automatically flexed the arm you had on him, making you giggle more. “Renjun isn’t he strong?” You turned your head to look at Renjun, giving him a wink as a subtle hint of your teasing. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, glancing at Jaemin again before fixing his eyes on you.

“I’m strong too…” He mumbled, folding his arms over his chest like a stroppy child.

“You never use your strength on me so I wouldn’t know.” You dismissed him, turning your focus back on the handsome boy rubbing your foot. “Jaemin that feels so goooood.” You let out a soft moan, biting your bottom lip and giving him a steamy look.

“Yeah, you like that?” He moved his gaze to linger on Renjun, staring him out as if to rub it in his face.

“What did you trip on?” Renjun piped up, getting antsy at not having your attention on him. His jealousy piping hot in the pit of his stomach. Igniting the spark of fury to travel up through his veins, making his hands twitch as he held himself back. The way he tensed up didn’t go unnoticed by Jaemin, him giving you a wink and a smirk in victory.

His question made your mind blank, not having prepared this far in advance of your lie. You hesitated before opening your mouth and stuttering. “Oh e-erm..” Jaemin also had no answer, stopping his fingers on your foot in suspense. “Just the erm…floor?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” Renjun’s confidence shone through his words, making you turn to him with a bashful smile on your face. “I knew it.” He snapped, standing up in haste. “I’ll show you how fucking strong I am.” He pulled you up over his shoulder before you could put up a fight, a yelp leaving your lips in surprise. He marched through the dorm to his bedroom, Jaemin chuckling as he watched you.

“You’re welcome!” He pulled out his airpods from his hoodie pocket and put them in his ears, getting prepared for what’s about to echo through the dorms. “Thank god my babies aren’t here.” He mumbled to himself, referencing Chenle and Jisung who had left about half an hour ago to shopping.

The door to his room slammed shut with bang after he kicked it when he’d entered the room. He threw you on the bed, so you were sitting with your legs hanging over the edge. “You think you’re funny?” His tone was strong, scolding you over your playful antics.

“A little.” You smirked, looking up through your eyelashes at him. He stared down at you, giving his head a stern shake in disapproval of your backchat. “I wanted to see my very handsome, very sexy, and very strong boyfriend get jealous and punish me.” You bit your bottom lip as a technique to seduce him.

“Stop talking.” He growled, running his hand over your neck to the back of your head.

“Or what? You gonna make me?” You smirked, pushing his buttons as much as you possibly could. He gripped you by the hair on the back of your head, tugging your hair roughly, forcing your head back.

“I want you to make as much noise as you can so Jaemin knows just how good I can fuck you.” He whispered against your lips, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you roughly, not wasting any time to slip his tongue into your mouth. He let go of your hair, using both of his hands to tug down his black skinny jeans, his boxers coming down with them as he left them resting at the top of his thighs, pushed down just enough for his erection to spring free. “You know what to do pretty girl.” He stood between your legs, motioning his head down to his hard dick, pre-cum glistening as a small drop leaked from the tip. You glanced at it, gulping once in anticipation before looking back up into his eyes.

“Do I?” You’d never pushed your luck this much before with Renjun, satisfied with the way his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed, gritting his teeth before snarling at you in anger.

“Suck. It.” You batted your eyelashes at him, leaning forward and taking the head between your lips, giving it a weak suck before pulling away. You leaned back in, flicking your tongue against the slit and keeping eye contact with the ever-growing, agitated boy. You opened your mouth again, ready to take him back into your mouth when he beat you to the chase, thrusting himself inside your mouth hard enough to hit the back of your throat, forcing a gag to rise up. “I gave you a chance to do it properly and you didn’t. Keep your throat relaxed or you might choke baby girl.” The use of a pet name made your stomach flutter, your panties getting wet from his dirty talk. He didn’t hold back, fucking your face with vigour as whimpers left you, the vibrations making him throw his head back and release a long moan. “Good girl.” He praised you, holding your hair in a bunch at the back of your head to keep it out of the way. You gagged once more as hit cock attacked the back of your throat once more, a small drop of saliva falling from the corner of your mouth.

He took a deep breath to compose himself before retreating, his cock falling from your lips with an audible pop. He motioned with his head for you to lay on the bed, controlling you with his dominant era. “Take your shorts off.” You complied, pushing them down your legs and smirking as his eyes momentarily widened before his unphased façade came back. “No panties? Jaemin fucking carried you with no panties on?” He snapped, giving you a firm shove so that you landed on his bed on your back, his voice remaining strong and intimidating. “Spread your legs and behave. Understood?” His tone was causing you to obey, not giving it another thought as you laid back on his bed, your legs spread wide open and arms laying above your head on the pillow.

“Understood.” You confirmed, wiggling your hips and biting your lip in excitement from the dicking you know you’re about to be on the receiving end of. He climbed over the top of you after removing his pants completely, leaving him only in his t-shirt, in too much of a hurry to bother removing it. You had on t-shirt of his too, one of the many you’d stolen from him in the past. He pushed it up your torso, leaving it rolled up underneath your chin as he pulled your bra down as far as it could go without you taking it off, the straps on your shoulder restricting its journey down. He didn’t make a move to touch your breasts, but you knew he enjoyed the way they felt pressed against his chest whenever you had sex face to face, that’s why he got them out on display.

“I hope you’re ready kitten.” He licked a stripe up your neck, guiding his cock to your entrance and slamming it into you. The initial stretch was followed by the pang of pain due to not being prepared properly, but after a few shallow thrusts the pain dulled and strikes of pleasure took its place.

“Fuuuck.” You moaned, throwing your head back and giving him full access to you neck. He rested his lips against the hot skin of your throat, nipping at it with his teeth when his thrusts started to quicken. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your eyelids drifting to a close as the euphoric feeling of his cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly made you feel on cloud 9. He puffed hot air against your neck as he panted, sending cool shivers rupturing down your spin, only to be met halfway by the chills coming up your spin from pleasure.

“Scream my name baby girl.” He grunted, pressing a wet kiss to your red bitten lips.

“Renjun!! Oh my god fuck me Renjun!” You shamelessly screamed out, your arms moving from the pillow above your head to rest on his back. Gripping at his t-shirt you pulled it up his back, bunching it in your hands and trying to tug it over his head. He pulled back from you, your hands falling to your sides as he sat back on his knees and stopping his thrusts momentarily to whip his shirt over his head. He threw it carelessly across the room, gripping at your hips tightly and continuing on with fucking you. You opened your mouth, preparing to tell him how close to your orgasm you were by the new angle his cock was hitting your walls at made no words leave your mouth. The white-hot ecstasy blew up inside you, a loud moan emitting from your lungs as your walls fluttered around him.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” He chanted, his hips becoming chaotic and his rhythm faltering as the knot tied tighter in his stomach. He chased after his orgasm, your velvety, wet walls constricting his cock and making him grunt when the knot snapped. White streaks of cum coating your insides as he ground his hips into yours, making sure not one drop gets spilt.

He didn’t speak a word as he collapsed against you, leaning up on his elbows either side of your head. His damp skin made his hair stick to his forehead. This caught your attention, making you huff a laugh and wipe your hands across his forehead, pushing his hair off of his face. “Best sex we’re ever had.” He smiled, dominant Renjun now a thing of the past as all his hormones rushed around his body making him want to cuddle up to you.

“You can thank Jaemin for that.” You smirked up at him, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from laughing at your own joke. His face fell immediately, giving you a blank stare despite the fact he actually found your teasing funny. “I’m kidding Renjunie.” You giggled, leaning your head up to give the tip of his nose a quick kiss.

“Brat.” His face broke into a smile, kissing you softly on the lips before reaching under you to unclip your bra. He pulled your t-shirt up over your head as you leaned your body up to allow him to do so, then he slowly slipped off your bra down your arms.

“I’m your brat, you love me.” You wiggled your hips to remind him that he was still buried deep inside you despite how his member had started to soften. He screwed his face up from the overstimulation it caused him to endure, letting out a sigh before staring you in the eyes.

“You’re right…you are my brat.” He chuckled when you gasped, slapping his shoulder as a punishment. “And you’re right that I love you.” He gazed down at you with so much love and adoration in his eyes that you felt your heart pound, it sending flocks of butterflies flying in your stomach.

“I love you too.” You both leaned in, in unison as your lips met in a sweet and chaste kiss. “But, Jaemin rubbed my foot. You’ve never done that before, so you have a lot to live up to.”

“Oh don’t start!”

“It’s true!!”

“He doesn’t rub your pussy though. Does he? No. So your point is invalid!” You argued back and forth, not realising that Jaemin was walking past Renjuns room at that moment, his eyes bugging out of his head at the words he heard and almost choking on his own spit in shock. He thought it was safe to take his airpods out but now he’s regretting it. He grinned though, calling through the door to you both.

“I could if you want me to!” He heard the sound of your laughter, followed by scuffling sounds and the ominous thudding of footsteps getting closer to the door. “Oh shit.” He took off running as the door swung open, hitting the wall and shuddering on its hinges from the impact. Renjun appearing in his boxers and t-shirt with a face of thunder and cheeks burning a deep red.

“Do you want to die?!” He chased after the younger boy, leaving you to listen to the boyish yells and pleas of forgiveness when Renjun had cornered Jaemin. Jeno appeared in the doorway with a smirk and you thanked your lucky stars that you’d taken the initiative to get under the duvet. He leaned against the doorframe and winked at you.

“Heard you wanted your feet rubbed?” His words made you laugh loudly, having expected him to flirt with you to try and made Renjun even madder. His light-hearted joke took you by surprise. You poked your foot out from the confines of the duvet and wiggled it at him.

“Get rubbing Mr Lee.” The two of you laughed in jest, Renjun appearing from behind Jeno with Jaemin in a headlock, an exasperated look etched across his face.

“Touch her and you will be next on my hit list. I was given two arms so I could beat you both at the same time.”

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wantaichi · 5 years ago

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semi eita x reader

anon request: yo so the the semi drabble i- could we get more for that ?

a/n: some angst and mature themes. might have veered off the original work juuust a bit, but the idea remains! (see: drabble)

. It’s hard to miss it — the hint of sentimentality in the way you looked at him.

Semi didn’t expect you to frequent these parties, spare him a glance and approach him no less. So it flummoxed him when you did, but not so much when it turned out you’d only mistaken him for someone else.

It’s how he finds out that, despite being in the same evening class, you knew him neither by name nor by face. He’s not surprised by this, not when you’re always seated near the back door and constantly slipping in and out of class to god knows where.

“Sorry! Thought you were someone I knew.”

He’s not used to seeing you outside your usual ensemble of leggings and oversized hoodies. But you don’t look half bad tonight, all embellished from head to toe, unwittingly turning heads left and right.

Maybe he’ll take his chances.

“Let me get you a drink so we can work on the knowing part.”

You study him carefully before allowing yourself a smile. “Sure.” + You take him back to your dorm that night.

Laying on the couch with his head resting on your chest, you confide in him about your unrequited feelings for someone. How you’ve been mindlessly chasing them for years, only to see another person make them smile the way you couldn’t.

And in spite of your shame, you admit a twisted part of you would’ve been content experiencing their touch at least once before moving on. Semi finds himself all ears as he digests all this, not too proud of the thoughts brewing in his head.

“He’s the same guy I mistook you for earlier.” You reach out to muss up his hair, a nostalgic smile crossing your face. “Same gray hair and chiseled features and sort of scary eyes.”

“Scary?” At this, you let out a chuckle, soft and tooth-rottingly sweet, and Semi can’t hold back the curve forming on the corners of his lips. He lets his hands meander over your hips, the mere feel of them enough to drug and muddle his thoughts.

“I figured that much,” he says, then pauses to consider his next words carefully. “But if you need help getting it out of your system, just know I’m down for it.” For a while, only a passive look comes as your response.

“That would be unfair for you.”

“Not if I’m willing.”

“Even if I imagine you as someone else?”

He lifts his head and starts nipping at your neck. “Yeah.”

“You’re just horny.”

“Maybe.” + You start sitting beside him in class, and Semi learns that you’re an observer.

You can be smart when you feel like it, like when others’ opinions come out too strong during recitation, and you whisper to him the tiniest flaws in their logic that everyone else is too preoccupied to notice.

But most of the time your observations were outright, crackhead-level stupid, and he wants to bawl and curse you and ask where the fuck you get the brain cells to make a resemblance between the professor’s wrinkles and the Sorting Hat from Harry Potter?

You’ll get him sent out of class one of these days—he’s sure of it—and he’ll pin the blame on you for charming him more than he can handle. + You learn that he has an ear for music.

That he had a habit of carving songs into his head, from the notes down to the rhythm, playing it over and over until assembling the tune came as easy breaking it apart.

He does the same with you.

Rouse your moans to the pitch of his liking, only to hear them shatter in fragments of breathlessness when you reach your orgasm. It’s euphoric, and he found himself hooked the first time he hears it, sought it out the same way he would a song he hears on the radio for the first time.

So he came back every night.

Every week.

Again—

—and again because it’s never enough just replaying everything in his head anymore.

You sound your best right now (though he says this every time), when your gasps harmonize with his. With the erotic subtones of bed creaking and sharp skin slapping, only amplified when he presses you flat into the mattress with his crushing weight.

He shuts his eyes and soaks up every sound in the room—even the occasional whispers of a certain name that comes out of your lips soft and sweet, yet enters his ears harsh and piercing.

He considers getting his ears checked for signs of internal bleeding. + “That’s fucked up.”

Semi only takes a long swig from his bottle, not bothering to respond. Why was he even talking about this with Tendou of all people?

“So you’re filling in for someone she can’t have?” The readhead might as well have punctured him in the gut while he’s at it.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s just a hook up.”

Silence passes them for a while. His words make their way to his lungs, clogging it up to uncomfortable extremities.

“I hear there’s this new degree the admins came up with. It’s called BS-Clownery. You’d fit in swimmingly.”

The succeeding drinks were put on Tendou’s tab that night. + Maybe he is a clown after all.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be any of this bitter attachment towards you, freely using him to satisfy unrequited feelings. And yet, the mounting pain feels so good it washes over him in waves that he wishes would never pass.

Semi didn’t want this pass.

Maybe it’s why he’s still here, hanging at your place on the last week of the semester, watching you hover over the boxes of pizza with surprise and craving leaking from your face.

“What are we celebrating?”

“Surviving the semester. Never getting sent out of class despite multiple warnings. You passing.”

You allow yourself a proud smile.

“You mean us passing.”

“Yeah, but you almost didn’t.” No thanks to your poor attendance. You laugh in understanding before he continues counting all the other small causes for celebration off his fingers.

Being a step closer to graduation. Regaining a normal sleep cycle. Summer break, finally. Life in general.

Meeting you. + He appreciates your abstract ramblings.

You once told him that the closest people can get to experiencing eternity was to lay awake and bask in the darkness. In the softness, the quiet, and the sense of rest one can only get in the dead of night.

It’s past two am and Semi wants to ask you if eternity felt like being six feet deep and six feet off the ground at the same time.

But you’re asleep, nuzzled into the crook of his neck with your arms sprawled across his chest like no one else can have him but you. He likes that thought, and he likes how the feel of your lashes on his skin and the steady rise and fall of your chest are enough to calm him, dispel the tussle of conflicting thoughts in his head.

He slowly grazes his fingers on the hollow of your back, as slow as this moment seemed to pass, as if caught in a standstill. Semi understands—this is what you meant.

His consciousness must have been starting to ebb away because, just as sleep was about to take him, he thinks he hears you mumble something in your sleep.

“...Eita..”

He wraps both arms around you, sure that he’d heard that correctly. ��—

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mistymark · 5 years ago

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the one where you’re someone else. [jaemin] [part I]

na jaemin x reader // 2.9k words // high school!au // body switch!au

summary; in which you wake up in someone else’s body. more than once.

warnings: swearing, confusion, mention of male genitalia

requested; nope

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Groaning, you roll onto your side, searching blindly for the snooze button on your alarm, your head remaining on the pillow. Five more minutes. Please.

...

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. This time you squint your eyes open, sitting up in bed and rubbing your head groggily. You wonder why you feel so tired, and the remnants of your dream drift slowly into your mind.

Scenes flash through your mind in the same frightening way you imagine one would see highlights of their life before they die. The hallway of a high school that is not your own, a bright-eyed boy grinning at you before he sprints away from you, a test that you had definitely not prepared for, a cute café and delicious treats, the strange feeling of not recognising yourself in the mirror...

“Y/n!” A voice calls for you from the kitchen, and you hastily slip on a pair of slippers and make your way through the house in search of breakfast. A small frown sits on your mother’s face as she finishes making her own breakfast, “Two days in a row you haven’t been awake on time. Are you sure you’re getting enough sleep? Maybe you should go to sleep early tonight.”

“I’m fine, Mum,” you roll your eyes as she presses the back of her hand against your forehead.

“This is so unusual for you,” she mumbles, almost to herself. When you push her hand away to reach for the juice, she goes back to her breakfast, momentarily forgetting about the newspaper she had just been reading sitting beside her. “Yesterday I was starting to wonder if you’d had some kind of mental breakdown.” She looks up at you then, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion; you’d been exactly the same yesterday, only less tired.

“It’s… been an exhausting week,” you try to find an explanation. She seems satisfied with the answer. Looking at the time, you quickly stand up to rush to your room, “Shit. I need to get ready for school.”

You busy yourself with getting ready for school, only a little annoyed at yourself for not having packed your bag last night, the simple disruption to your morning routine adding a few minutes to your normal departure time. You were sure you’d packed it last night, but your belongings scattered around your room clearly disagreed. Quickly sliding your binders, books and laptop into your backpack, you rushed around your room. Luckily, you didn’t miss the bus.

“Y/n!” Your best friend, Nina, sees you shortly after you enter the front doors of your school. Her excitement to see you is shown in the way she smiles at you, though it shortly changes to a small frown as she looks you up and down. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” you answer honestly, shying away from her assessing gaze. Her eyes scan your face.

“Nina, would you quit it?” Seungmin laughs, giving her a slight push. You hadn’t even noticed him walking up to the two of you. She stumbles, her eyes moving from you to him, narrowing. “She’s fine,” he states, turning to you now.

“You were acting so weird yesterday,” she stresses to you, still looking at you tentatively as if she expected you to spontaneously combust any second.

“What?” You frown in confusion at them, wondering why they were being so dramatic. Maybe a bad test result made you cry yesterday, but that wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary for you. Opening your locker, you tear your gaze from your friends in favour of focusing on piling your books onto the shelf. From the corner of your eye, you can tell they’re still watching you wearily. “Alright, spill it. What’s up?”

“You…” Nina struggles to find the words.

“It was like you were a different person,” Seungmin finally says. “You kept forgetting who you were, where you were, what you were supposed to be doing. We thought you had amnesia or something.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you look between them again, “You’re kidding, right?” You think back to yesterday – Tuesday – and can’t remember anything out of the ordinary.

“No, Y/n, we’re dead serious,” Nina responds, eyeing you again.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you guys but I have a class to get to. Mrs Kim has a paper for me,” you grab your history books and close your locker.

Nina looks at Seungmin confusedly, “Don’t you have history third period?” He nods. She turns to you again, “Y/n, history is third period. We have chemistry first.”

“We always have history first on a Wednesday,” you smile, rolling your eyes. “Come on, guys, you know I memorised my schedule on the first day.”

There’s silence, before Seungmin grabs his phone from his pocket, pressing the button so the screen lights up and dangles it in front of your face, “Yeah, well, it’s Thursday, so history is third.”

The bell rings before you can dispute this. Even though, of course, what could you say? It was Thursday – your own phone said so, so they couldn’t be messing with you. How could it be that a whole day had slipped from your memory?

You drift between classes in a confused daze, only loosely focusing on the words of your teachers and peers, slowly writing half-finished notes and barely registering when the teacher was giving you homework.

Your focus was primarily on Wednesday – yesterday – and why you couldn’t remember anything. There were plenty of memorable things that happened on Wednesdays – you had gym class, your usual ice cream date with Nina and Seungmin, work. Yet, you couldn’t remember any of them.

“Did I hit my head yesterday? I can’t remember anything at all,” you frown, whispering to Seungmin while Mrs Kim drones on about the cold war.

“Maybe,” he tries to suppress a giggle. “You sure were acting like you did.”

Yawning, you turn over the page of notes you were adding to, revealing a page of messily handwritten notes that definitely wasn’t done by you. The handwriting, for starters, was a messy scrawl that frequently sloped in a downwards direction and overstepped the neatly printed lines on the page. Completely done in black ink, without any highlighting or colour coding the rest of your notes had, you dismissed it as Seungmin writing in your book.

But Seungmin used blue ink almost religiously, and the handwriting didn’t match his. Why would Seungmin write ‘who am i?’ over and over in my book?

Your name was scrawled in the corners of the pages, as if you had forgotten it and needed the reminder.

“Y/n,” you were snapped out of your thoughts by Mrs Kim, who was handing out a worksheet. She smiles at you, “Ah, so you remember your name today?” Seungmin snickers beside you and you elbow him swiftly, effectively shutting him up. “Did you read my notes on your essay?”

You blush, embarrassed and guilty, “No, I’m sorry. I haven’t had the ti-“

Mrs Kim gives you a warm smile, “That’s okay. Let me know when you have.” She walks away, moving on to another student.

Seungmin leans closer to you, his eyes remaining on the teacher, “I’m surprised she didn’t mention the fact that you dodged her yesterday after class.”

“Huh?”

“She wanted to talk to you about the notes on your essay, and you completely ran out! Not as if you had any place to be; Mr Park was late to calculus again.”

“Oh. Oh, right,” you mutter, lowering your chin to the desk.

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“Where the fuck is my essay?” You groan in frustration. Hyunjin, the poor soul whose locker is right beside yours, startles at your sudden outburst.

“Are you okay?” He shuts the door of his locker gently, leaning against it as he looks you up and down, concern on his face.

“Mrs Kim gave me an essay yesterday and I must’ve misplaced it.” Your locker isn’t exactly messy, so there are very few loose papers in there. A quick flick through the few documents stashed haphazardly in your locker proved it wasn’t in there.

“Don’t you have some intense filing system?” His eyes flicker down to the binder in your hand, dividers neatly sectioning off different parts. “Is it not in there?”

“If it were in here, I wouldn’t be searching my locker,” you mumble sadly. His eyes widen.

“Right... Seungmin has history with you, right?” Hyunjin’s attention shifts to something behind you, and he waves a hand, gesturing for someone to come over. “Hey, Seungmin!”

“Hey, dude,” Seungmin greets. “What’s up?”

“Y/n is missing a history essay,” Hyunjin helpfully explains. When Seungmin’s eyebrows furrow in thought, Hyunjin takes it as an opportunity to leave, and quickly departs down the hallway in search of his own friends.

“Didn’t you throw it away?”

“I don’t throw away my essays.”

“I’m pretty sure you did. After you walked out yesterday. I saw you put something in the bin,” his eyes flicker to yours. “I just assumed it was rubbish.”

You groan, pressing your forehead against Hyunjin’s locker, whining, “No.”

“I’m sure Mrs Kim would redo her notes if you asked her. You typed it, didn’t you? Just reprint it.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” you pout. He smiles warmly at you.

“You’ll be fine, Y/n,” Seungmin rests a hand on your shoulder, attempting to steer you away from the row of lockers and towards the cafeteria, closing your locker door with his foot. “But now, lunch.”

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The rest of the day flies by and, before you know it, you’re in Seungmin’s car as he drives you home. The town rushes past you in a flurry of houses and small grocery stores, drive thru restaurants and gas stations, and you struggle to stay awake.

“Hey, sleepy head, you’re home,” Seungmin tries to suppress his laughter, giving you a light nudge. “Get out of my car.”

Groaning, you slump away from the door, clumsily finding the door handle and almost falling out of the car, “Fine! I’ll see you tomorrow, assface.”

“Yeah,” he smiles warmly. “See you then.”

The hours of the evening are mostly taken up with homework, as you try and get as much done as possible before the weekend. As it steadily approaches midnight, you find youself getting more and more tired, eventually getting to the point where you can’t keep your eyes open anymore. And from there, darkness consumes you.

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RING! RING! RING! The alarm is loud and so annoying. You wonder why you chose to wake up to this, rather than your usual alarm, and turn to your side, fumbling around for the snooze button, your eyes still shut tight from exhaustion. Your eyes open when instead of hitting your bedside table or your alarm, your hand slams into a wall, eliciting a loud grunt from your mouth. For a second, you’re shocked at how deep your voice sounds, but your shock turns to fear when you realise you’re not in your bedroom.

You’re in a bedroom, but it’s certainly not your own. The walls are white, covered in posters and photos and a huge wall hanging that has plants growing out of small pots, leaves cascading down the wall. It’s homely, cute, but not where you expected to wake up – and due to that last fact, horrifying.

You clamber out of bed in search for your clothes, your shoes, your bag, anything that belongs to you. Unable to recall when or how you got here, you wonder if you’re hungover. But you didn’t go out last night - on a Thursday - you didn’t drink last night, and your head isn’t at all sore. Despite the lack of a headache, you still reach a hand up to your head, rubbing it. Your eyes widen at your hair – well, the lack of hair. It’s short, and you can feel the way it’s sticking up in all directions from sleep.

You rush to the mirror in the corner of the room, screaming when you realise you don’t look at all like how you normally look, and screaming louder when you realise your voice is so deep.

You’re a boy.

Ew, you think.

Wait, you look in the mirror. This is some crazy ass dream.

You take a look around the room, seeing the face in the mirror in the photographs, recognising the familiar brown hair and sparkling eyes. Reaching a hand up to touch your face, you push and pull the skin, watching it move in the mirror. You almost expected it to stay rigid, as if you were wearing a mask. This is so weird.

“Jaemin! Are you getting ready for school? Jeno’s going to be here in any minute!” A female voice calls from – presumably – downstairs, and you quickly look around the room. A uniform is hanging on the back of the door – one you don’t recognise – and you move to get changed, though something stops you.

You wait a second before responding, in case the voice was calling to someone in the house. When no one responds, you take a leap of faith, “Yeah! I’m getting dressed now!”

You look down briefly at the cold grey pyjama pants you’re – Jaemin’s – currently wearing, and take a deep breath, clenching your eyes shut as you pull the material down. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

You decide you have to open your eyes when you pull the school shorts on backwards (and you can feel that it’s backwards in ways you could never begin to explain as a girl) and try your hardest to think about anything else. You find the bathroom, which was thankfully located opposite the bedroom, and go about your normal routine as best you can.

The school bag slumped against the wall is empty, and you look around the desk for anything you might have to take with you, packing a few notebooks, a laptop, a pencil case (if you could call it that – it appeared to be a plastic bag with a few pens in it) and a water bottle.

“Hey, sweetie,” a beautiful woman greets you as you bound into the kitchen with a lot of energy. Why am I so hyper?

“Hey… Mum?” You cringe as the greeting comes out more like a question, hiding your face in the fridge.

Luckily, she just laughs. “I know, I know, I’m not normally in the kitchen.” She notices the way you scan the fridge, “Hey! Aren’t you and Jeno going to get food before school?”

You freeze, “Oh, um, yeah. We are. I’m just… browsing.”

“Okay, well, I’ll see you tonight, Jaem. Have a good day at school,” she kisses you on the top of the head, swiping her hand through your hair before leaving. You try your best to fix it, letting it flop down messily over your forehead.

Spotting an apple and a brown banana in a cracked dish on the counter, you slide the apple into your backpack and begin zipping it up when you hear a honk outside that almost makes you drop everything. You stop to listen, and two more honks follow. Confused, you wait. There’s the familiar sound of a car door slamming shut, and then you hear footprints on the front porch of the house. The doorbell rings.

The doorbell is monotonous, and you don’t wait for it to finish ringing before you pull the door open, instantly meeting the soft face of a boy your age, a confused look on his face. You’ve seen him somewhere, but you can’t place him. “Dude, I honked, like, three times. What’s going on?”

“Oh,” you say, dumbly. You surpise yourself by sounding even dumber with the question that follows, “Jeno?”

“Yeah?” His eyebrows draw nearer as he frowns at you. “Are you playing that ‘I don’t know who I am’ joke again?”

You force out a laugh, “No, I’m just messing with you.” You give him a light punch on the arm, trying to act like every douchebag guy you’ve seen in a high school movie. It’s tragic that you suddenly can’t recall how real boys act. “Let’s go,” you push past him, sighing in a way that makes it seem like he’s the one acting weird and not yourself.

His eyebrows raise in surprise, but then he shrugs and heads back to his car, waiting for you to finish locking the house (after much confusion over which key it is).

Once you’re in the car, you pull out the phone that had been sitting beside the bed you’d woken up in and thought thankfully that there was a finger-print unlock feature. Quickly scanning through a few messages, you learnt that Jeno was probably Jaemin’s best friend - and you were in a few group chats; ‘the Bros’, ‘chemistry lab group’, ‘mark’s birthday plans’, ‘Mum & Dad’, and a few others.

“So, I was thinking, Hyuck’s having a party at his place tonight, right?” Jeno begins talking, and once you realise you’re going to have to go to this party, too. “Hyunjin is coming, and he’s bringing a few girls from his school – you know, that guy we versed in lacrosse a few weeks ago? His parents know my parents and – whatever, it’s not important. He’s bringing a few girls and I’m hoping that girl from the game is- Hey! Are you even listening?” Jeno’s eyes flit between you and the road, and you turn to him.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Did you ask him?” You’re dying to know if he’s talking about the Hyunjin you know – the real you knows – but you’re too self-conscious to ask too many questions, wanting to just get through the day with as little confusion as possible.

“Nah, I don’t really know the guy. He’s friends with Hyuck, though, I think, so maybe he’ll know.”

“Can you ask Yuck today?”

Jeno laughs, “Are you bringing back his middle school nickname? He’s gonna hate you so much for that. But I will, yeah. We have PE together today.”

He pulls into the parking lot of the school, and you vaguely recognise the school, maybe from posters or newspaper adverts, but you’re glad Jeno drove you because at least now you have someone to follow. And, you were unsure whether you’d been able to get to school without him.

You trail after Jeno through the main doors, but he clearly sees someone he knows, because he takes one look back at you before he runs off to catch them, “Catch you later, yeah?”

And it’s right then that it clicks; you know exactly where you’d seen him before: in your dream. You’d been here before. You’d seen him before. You’d been Jaemin before.

Fuck.

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unlimitedfateimagines · 5 years ago

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Cu Chulainn Alter (Berserker) + Master who’s gentle, sweet and klutzy yet intimidating

Ask: Hc for BerserCu that has a female master s/o that’s kinda small and really gentle and sweet but can sometimes seem like a klutz or frail but can also actually be v intelligent and surprisingly intimidating?

Sent by: Anon

A/N: another rewrite!! was reading it thru to correct and add in some stuff and to the anon who requested this like a year ago on my old blog, these are still some of my favourite requests i have written!! (this is like 4 pages of hcs in my google docs) thank you so much for requesting ♡ i’m slowly rewriting everything because finals are coming and so are college applications ;;v;; please be patient with me

Warnings: None

In all honesty, when he saw you as he materialized in Chaldea, he wasn’t expecting you to be as grand as everyone around; actually, far from it. With your short stature and gentle yet surprised and frail look when you summoned him, he wasn’t so sure about how this War would be.

Roughly around the first weeks he was summoned, he noticed you being very kind and sweet to almost every Servant out there, even Edmond Dantes and Jeanne Alter.

Though you did try to keep a respectable distance to a few Servants, giving them some personal space when needed. He figured he could get along with you to some extent if you were the type to be smart enough, according to him, to take note of his short answers and aloof body language to leave him alone asides from discussing missions and quests. He already has some respect, although small, for you.

He also saw you trip and bump into small stuff, like the plant at the end of the hall, when you bumped into the door frame or when you missed the last step of the stairs and slammed onto the ground face first, having Nightingale, Irisviel and Raikou immediately coming to your rescue.

But what surprised him the most, despite always seeing you being klutzy and tripping over air, was your ability to quickly assess the situation and think of many possibilities to overcome the problem which saved you and your Servants many times.

Notably in Camelot, when everyone was gathered around the Holy City for the Holy Selection, you immediately thought there was something wrong when you took note of the villagers of the East’s behaviour, how they seemed to be nervous and how the women were hunched back, as if they were cowering in fear of something. Some of them were scared of the Lion King but a good part of the villagers still go at the castle gates, despite the fear that resided within them. It was only you saw the light beam that your instincts kicked in and urged as many people as possible to get out and retreat to a safe distance from the walls, but they refused and you were pulled away by Mashu.

Cu Alter watched you as he sighed, but he immediately had his thoughts taken aback when he saw Gawain marching out and only selecting three people out of the thousands of villagers to enter the Holy City before seeing them all fall to Rhongomyniad, seeing the villager’s bodies gone when the light from the Holy Lance died.

His first reaction was to immediately pull you away from the destructive light and hold you close to him. He was surprised by his own actions and wondered why his first instinct was to try and protect you, a stronger instinct and feeling that was more than a simple “She is my Master.”

He still remains indifferent but starts to acknowledge your skills and that you were more than a klutzy Master who bumps into walls and door frames with your head buried in documents and a tablet.

That being said, he also started being protective. He’ll do little things like subtly wrap around his tail around your waist in a manner of not hurting you with its spikes or tower behind you, glaring daggers at the enemy.

After seeing you stand up for your own, eyes glinting with determination and igniting with fire, against the many Servants of each Singularity who looked down on you, he then actually started to become interested in you. Of course, he would never go out and admit it.

He still keeps his protective demeanor with you, simply towering the enemy with his height and his intimidating glare, a tight grip around Gae Bolg. Although he doesn’t wrap his tail around you in public as much as before, he loves and does it all the time in private. When sleeping, he likes to wrap his tail around you and hold you close, snuggling in his chest.

He’s glad that you’re intelligent and intimidating sometimes. He always has a little smirk when you glare daggers at the enemy; the latter scared that a person with such a small stature would scare their wits off and possibly pee in their pants while they’re at it.

“Oh? Are you underestimating your opponent?” you ask, looking up at the fat man with a death glare. “You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, you know. Who knows what I might do? I certainly may not be the best Master out there, but you should be careful of what humans are capable of when they’re determined and have their eyes set on something; they’ll manage to get ahold of their desires no matter what.”

He’s so proud of you every time you scare the living life out of someone.

He also gives you head pats. They’re discreet when you two are together on a quest, sometimes he’ll call you to fall back behind and give you a head pat and ruffle your hair affectionately, getting small giggles from your soft and plump lips.

He’ll rather give Gae Bolg to his Caster self than to admit this, but he does get a bit jealous when you have that gentle gaze every time you’re speaking to other Servants and being sweet; he adores your gentle and sweet side. The way how you would look at him so tenderly when you both are alone or hearing your voice, sweet as honey, whenever you would do the talk most of the time. He loves them all. There’s always a tinge in his heart when you talk to other Servants in the same way.

On this thought, he doesn’t entirely like Mash. He thinks of her more of an annoyance sometimes because of how she’s clingy towards you and how she’s constantly there. When he gets too annoyed with her blabbering, he simply whisks you away from her with something amongst the lines of “[Y/N] has something urgent to do for now. Please excuse us.”

And your laugh. He loves your laugh so much. The way how your shoulders and your back gently slouch and the happy glint in your eyes always makes his day even better. He also loves to pull some strands of your hair back behind your ear.

All of what he thought of you before like how you were just a klutzy Master? That doesn’t exist anymore. He loves you. With your frail appearance, you often get judged by other Servants, especially when battling them in a Singularity. Before you could even budge, he protectively wraps his tail around you, not caring what anyone says, and glares at your enemy.

Of course, he’ll never admit it, but he likes it when you take his hood and put it on. It’s so big and it hides half of your face. He likes lifting it up and kiss you, liking your surprised and flustered expression after, a cocky grin on his face.

Despite his constant stoic and cold expression, he genuinely loves you. He simply prefers expressing his love more in private than public because he finds it a pain when everyone freaks out when two people get together and doesn’t feel like exposing his own private life with the rest of the Servants in Chaldea.

#fate grand order #cu chulainn #cu alter #cu chulainn alter #fate series #fgo #berserker alter #fate stay night #e pluribus unum #fate imagines #fate zero #fate apocrypha #headcanons #tiane's writing #mod tiane #bersercu #berserker #i remember rly rly loving these headcanons while writing them sobs #cu alter pls come home i'm begging you

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rosesanthology · 5 years ago

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Escape Plan | Matsukawa Issei x F!Reader [mafia!AU]

This took me SO MUCH TIME to write aaaaaah it's not surprising that it's so long :0 i just have many many feelings for Matsukawa Issei ALSO im begging y'all to listen to the playlist before/as you read please !!

Im kinda pissed that i cant add a "read more" option since im on mobile tho :\

(Also ngl at first i planned to get one of the 2 shot but i didn't have the heart to go thru with it)

Warnings : Fluff, it starts with humor but at some point it gets angsty ???? Idk y'all tell me

- Au that could be considered as a ennemies-to-lovers type of situation

[Tags] : @raevaioli and @haikoo like i cannot stress this enough @haikoo this your main manz

- if you could only use one sentence to describe your job to a Karen it would be : stealing from the rich in order to trick other rich people

- you had been what the people would call a spy for most of your life now, the Tokyo based Nekoma Organisation being something close to a family

- you worked with both of your very good friends, Kuroo Testurou and Kozume Kenma

- Kuroo, the leader of your little squad, had been the first one to open up to you when you joined

- he was a gifted chemistry genius and you were sure he could make any poison or soporific out of the most random stuff

- he also had insane combat and physical abilities which made him fit to act in a lab as well as on mission grounds

- Kenma was a little more reserved at first, he was the same age as you but still was really reluctant to accept you as one of his own at first

- when he saw how much Kuroo trusted you and how interested you were in his work he slowly but surely found himself caring for you

- to put it simply Kenma, better known as "apple pi" was a hacker. His job ranged from creating computer viruses to full on enabling the security of whole museums

- despite his cute appearance and shy demeanor he was probably the scariest of you three

- finally, you Y/L L/N was the infiltration and weapons expert of the group, you could weild literally anything from guns, to swords to,,,,,metal rods (but you don't wanna talk about this one) and you were of great help when deciding which infiltration angle was the best in missions

- Kuroo, under the orders of Boss Nekomata, quickly taught you the dangers and ways of the job during your first months working with them, the organisation specializing in outsmarting rich bastards and stealing their precious ressources in order to make "better use of them"

- if they were hoarding a particularly efficient brand of medicine, your goal was to steal it all, and sell it to people in need for free or a low price

- if they were in possession of some important object like let's say,,,,,the construction plans for the emperor's new vacation house, you stole it, made copies to sell at a high price to the highest bidder and your good affiliate, the Fukurodani Corporation would keep an eye on the original as part of their personnal collection, you were fine with that

- yeah they were others organisations like that in Tokyo, your friends from the Fukurodani Corp of course but also the Shiratorizawa elite crime group with who you had worked a couple times before

- ah and there was the Yakuzas too....honestly they were the only group in Tokyo with whom you were still on dangerous terms with

- they didn't like Nekoma in their affairs and you didn't like them in yours, but you tolerated each other

- your boss had established a truce with the representant of the big Yakuza group of your area, Kondo "the viper" Takara, a truly scary woman who had blasted her way to the one of the top positions of the hierarchy

- she even had a cool nickname ヾ(｀ε´)ノ

- but you knew better than to mess with them

- all in all y'all kept doing your jobs well, not bothering anybody

- except for one remaining rivalry with some Miyagi group

- the Aoba Johsai Institution.

- well, rivalry would be a strong word because you kinda got along with that Iwaizumi guy, he was a great hand to hand combat fighter and you respected that

- the others however ? Trash. 👁3👁

- they seem to act like Tokyo will be their territory in the next 5 seconds flat like ??

- THEY DON'T EVEN GO THERE ????

- "they be acting like they can just swoop in and eat OUR rich" you had told Kuroo and Kenma one day over ramen

- spoiler alert : it was a bad idea cause Kuroo snorted and almost made the noodles go up his nose

- no but seriously they always seemed to take advantage of YOUR missions to attract attention

- how did they even know which missions you were on anyway ??? (Kenma and Kunimi are actually good friends cause they play video games together but he'd never tell you that)

- it's like that one time you infiltrated a business company's heir's residence and then you came across a dude named Hanamaki and you had the HARDEST time whisper shouting to him how blowing up the whole place was a bad idea to retrieve one (1) diamond

- at the end you felt so tired that you gave it to him anyway ಥ_ಥ ("just take it ffs" "really ??" "Don't make me regret this")

- they also had the single worst person ever on one of their teams.

- Matsukawa Issei

- just thinking about it made you want to take your metal bat and break something in your shared room with your two other friends

- seriously that guy was like the epitome of clownery

- he's also supposed to be his team's gun expert except that's not the best task for someone who refuses to take anything with him but his freaking FISTS

- the first time you had met y'all ended up being on the same case to assassinate some guy who had kidnapped some cute freckled kid from a place in Miyagi called Karasuno

- EXCEPT HE WAS IN TOKYO SO IT WAS YOUR DUTY !!! NOT HIS !!!!

- you had Kenma on the earbud telling you about the guy's position in the club you were currently one street away from. You were posted on the rooftop of a building with a sniper rifle ready to get done with it and go save the kid but GUESS WHO COMES IN FISTS SWINGING WHEN YOU LITERALLY HAD THE TARGET IN SIGHT

- and he had the nerve to look straight toward your rifle's aim and flip you off while smirking

- sir you're about to catch these hands🚶🏽

- he had knocked him out alright and he got the young boy out but you were NOT ready to let that slide so you quickly got down and crossed path with him at the back exit of the club

- "what exactly do you think you were doing in there ?" Listen. You may have sounded confident enough saying that but you had NO idea that this dude was like a whole ass giraffe

- and he knew he was tall so he had the audacity to say

- "sorry can't hear you so well from down there midget, i was just doing my job (▰˘◡˘▰)" if it weren't for the karasuno boy being right there you would have stabbed his kneecaps on sight

- anyway after that y'all just seemed to run into each other wayyyy too often

- insults were shared just as often tho

- "well butter my buns and call me betty broker if it isn't my sweet little midget shooting people !"

- "stfu before i choke you"

- "kinky but can you reach my neck ?"

- "you've sunk low enough"

-so yeah f u n t i m e s

- aside from that, business was going great but Kuroo had had news of a very important mission for you but he insisted on letting Boss Nekomata tell you about it himself for some reason

- he'd never done that :(

- you were kinda hurt that your best friend was hiding stuff from you tbh :(

- and Kenma did not seem to know more than you for now

- so you spent a whole week just mopping around

- sometimes you would go and poke fun and the newbie Lev Haiba but it wasn't the same

- Kuroo and Kenma kept working on missions while you were left waiting for that one assignment that Nekomata seemed to keep you for

- until today when Kuroo finally told you that the boss was requesting you in his office

- ngl you were EXCITED

- maybe you would have to zipline down the Tokyo tower (σ≧▽≦)σ maybe he was going to let you take a chainsaw with you this time (σ≧▽≦)σ

- maybe he- "oh" you deadpanned, stepping foot into the office and seeing none other than your arch nemesis, Matsukawa Issei in all his pisces clown glory

- "why tf are you there shitty eyebrows"

- "i had a good day too Y/N ! thanks for asking :D" today was the day. You were 100% ready to kill him and the knife that was attached to your thigh strap seemed like such a good option rn-

- "stop it you two. Y/N take a sit" Nekomata gestured, as you didn't hesitate to listen to your superior even fully aware of Mattsun's eyes annoyingly following your every movement

-"Okay so. Y/N i know you may be wondering why Matsukawa's here but to put it simply we've been informed that a rich family have gotten their hands on one of Aoba Johsai's rarest item : a gold engraved katana that belonged to their first boss"

- "so what do you need us for ?" You didn't mean to use "us" but you knew better than to piss off your boss, he was like a parental figure come on

- "i need you guys to infiltrate an auction held by said family and steal it back in the span of one week. It's up to you to work together or not but keep in mind that our arrangement states that we're autorised to make copies of the katana for future sells."

- you guys nodded, after all you were professionnals before everything and you were about to leave when Nekomata put something on the table

- "here are the keys to your appartment near the auction site it'll be your hideout !"

-.....now this had to be a cruel joke-

- "id rather sleep under a bridge then live with her for a whole week"

- "wow this is the first time we agree on something Mattsun" the oh so familiar nickname dripped in venom as you said it, unsure of what was supposed to happen

- "oh yes you could but i suppose that you don't have the supplies and tools that you will definitely need during that mission :)"

- you locked eyes with the brunette for a minute before reluctantly stomping to the table and grabbing hold of the keys and adress written on a paper, storming out of the door, letting out a loose "come on shitty eyebrows we have data to collect" to your new....partner ? Ugh it was about to be a long week

- it turns out the appartment was a lot smaller than you hoped for, with two single person beds, a computer post and different storing purposed furniture

- it was a common thing however, because the last thing an undercover spy would want is to draw attention with a flashy hideout

- the first step was to gather information on who would be at the auction which shouldnt be too hard

- "hey ill take the lead and contact my friend so that he can determine who is going to be here" you said as you sat on the chair in front of the computer

- "mm yeah you do that ill check what kind of weapons have been provided to us" Mattsun had no difficulty finding them as the drawers well full of them....this was very promising

- Kenma had just sent you the list of people that had been invited to the event, and you recognised many names as being members of the powerful Yakuza group lead by Konda Takara, of course.....the infamous viper herself

- you called out to Mattsun to show him and briefly explained what they were up too and how they usually fonctionned

- the auction was to take place the last 3 days after an opening party, leaving the rest of the week for preparations

- they usually took their time in comitting their crimes so you thought that stopping them mid plan by taking advantage of it was the best way to get the sword

- Mattsun didn't have anything to say for the moment, seemingly thoughtful about the whole situation

- "just so you know" you started, already regretting the decision of talking in your head, "i don't plan on being friends with you anytime soon but i feel like for this we should at least try not to rip each other's hair out"

- "i never planned on that second option"

- "huh ?"

- "i hope you know that we've never had a single conversation without insults of some kind before so for the sake of both of us it would be better to actually get to know each other since we're supposed to work together"

- you hated to admit it

- but he was right

- however you didn't comment on it, opting for throwing him a dry "let's sleep" before plopping yourself on your own bed on the other side of the room

- this is about to be one hell of a week

-3 days had passed in the crammed appartement both you and Mattsun struggling to inform yourself on each specific individual that was going to be present at the auction

- right now, you were both sitting on the floor, wearing simple oversized shirts and pyjama pants and shorts, cheese pizza box laying on top of the document covered surface

- "Mattsun, pass me the paper about Okuda Takeda please" :000

- Matsukawa froze, because he knew that in 2 days of living together y'all had establised that you wouldn't be at each other's throats

- but hearing you using his nickname unironically and saying please ???? That was still something he had to get used to

- "what are you staring at ? Give me the paper shitty eyebrows >:[" ah there she was

- "thats my girl" he thought, handing you the document and resuming his own reading

- here's the catch : Mattsun was head over heels in love with you since like day 1 that Hanamaki told him about this pretty girl who let him take the diamond from his mission. He tried to repress his feelings as he had noticed that you seemed way closer with your friend Kuroo who he had seen on missions with you

- maybe you liked him

- he would understand, he seemed way more confident than him and he was also probably way smarter since he was a genius and all

- also the way you were always soft to him and not Matsukawa kinda got to him

- he wanted you to hug HIM after a mission too and NOT insult him

- but he judged it for the better as he still got to be close to you in his own way with the playful fights you always seemed to pick with him

- it was easier than confronting his feelings or rejection

- this mission proved to make things so much harder for him tho

- like yeah he saw you being a badass plenty of other times but now ?

- he got to see you being all clingy and grumpy in the morning (he never knew being called a dumbass while you were falling back asleep on his shoulder was his thing but hey) , got to see your nose scrunch up when you were focusing on mapping out the position of the vent system of the venue

- he could go on for hours about how much he loved you and your plan was not making it easy.....profiting off the yakuzas' plan took way too much waiting and he understood that you wanted it to go as well as possible but he just couldn't keep living like this until then

- it felt like torture

- and he did not want to see you in that gorgeous dress that you were supposed to wear at the auction during the infiltration

- he knew that a couple more days could drive him crazy and make him do dumb shit like kissing you

- he had thought about that a lot of times but never brought himself to do it because je knew it was pointless

- he had to take action now

- the night of the opening ceremony, the day before the Yakuzas would start their scheme

- both of you were laying in your beds, awake, that was a habit you had developped over the past nights, you were just, aware of each other's presence and then sometime you would ask him something about his life, his friends, himself

- it made his heart beat too fast everytime and he could feel himself falling even more by the second when he heard you giggling talking about the time you pulled a prank on your friend Yaku with Kuroo

- he knew that you were already very sleepy from the way you were slurring your words

- "Y/N do you hate me ?" He said, abruptly and he heard a strangled laugh coming from you followed up by the question

- "what's that for dummy ?"

- "please answer" he asked in a whisper, sounding almost desperate

- you took a second to think about it

-you had grown quite close to your tall partner in such a short period of time, even letting your guard down and stopping from being so defensive

- "i don't hate you....i could never" you said the last part more to yourself tho but Matsukawa didn't miss it, he wished he did as he heard the soft sighs coming from your now sleeping form

- his heart ached as he got up, putting on his black coat over his mathing turtleneck shirt, taking his gun and spare map of the auction venue

- you were totally going to hate him now....

- and then he left for the opening party

- the rain was pouring outside

- for some reason you couldn't sleep well that night

- that only happened whenever Kuroo was out on a mission at night or Kenma was working in his office

- you hated sleeping alone, you couldn't do it

- being alone was the one thing you dreaded the most in your life, death was nothing if nobody knew where you were, if nobody aknowledged your existence you weren't alive

- but Mattsun was there and you trusted him.

- yeah you were kind of an ass to him during like 90% of your interactions with him but you just didn't know how to talk to him ??? He was so strong and good at what he did so you couldn't help but feel admiration but also intimidation

- yet you've felt probably more comfortable with him than anyone in your life (yes even Kuroo and Kenma weirdly enough)

- it was a nice feeling

- maybe it was because you saw him differently than them...

- but anyway

- you felt like yourself around him

- and yet

- why couldn't you sleep ?

- "Mattsun ?" You called out to him, voice cracked from not having used it for a while

- no answer

- maybe he didn't hear you over the rain....?

- you had a bad feeling about this

- "Mattsun ?" You called out a little louder, sitting up

- yep definitely

- you turned on the light and to your surprise, Matsukawa was nowhere in sight

- your heart sunk at the realization

- you were alone

- what about the plan ? Ah its true that he never said anything about it

- did he not trust you enough with it ? Did he think you were too assertive ?

- you wanted to cry but it seemed as if your brain wasn't working, your body rushing on its own to check the date and time on your phone : past 10pm on thursday night.....

- the opening party !

- "shit shit shit he must have gone there to take them by surprise wtf is he thinking doing this alone?" You thought aloud, maybe it would trick your body into not being scared

- at this point you were terrified, rushing to get the red dress on as well as putting your 2 guns under each of your thigh straps

- is he alone ? Surrounded by highly trained and dangerous Yakuzas ? What if....you were too late ?

- you didn't have time to think too much about it as you knew that this kind of thoughts led nowhere.

- you had to infiltrate that party the fastest you've ever done in your life and see for yourself, luckily, the venue was only a few crossroads away from your appartment

- truth was Mattsun's plan was not so bad

- after all you had insisted on making him find info on every staff member there too so it's thanks to you if he just so happened to know what type of guy that one waitress liked in order to flirt with her and convince her that he had forgotten his watch in one of the closed off aeras of the venue

- the place was absolutly gigantic, after all it was a mansion bought will illegal money

- he hated this, he just wanted to get it over with, retrieve the sword, gtfo and go back to Miyagi forever so that he wouldn't feel the pain of the illusion of being by your side when you were clearly far ahead of him

- you'd always been anyway

- he had finally reached the generator room and opened the vents with much difficulty as the room was a mess of cardboard boxes and storage shelves

- he was just going to cut the power, which would take about 15 minutes to get back, allowing him to go thru the vents to the main hall that was right thru the wall to his side, retrieve the sword and just make a run for it

- hopefully the rain would cover most of the sound he made so that was even better

- see that would have been great if he hadn't felt the icy cold metal of a gun at the nape of his neck as he was fiddling with the generator

- he had been caught.

- it was the end.

- shit he fucked the whole mission over and now even you didn't have a chance to-

- "what exactly do you think you're doing Mattsun ?" You said coldly even tho the hurt in your tone didnt go unnoticed by the taller man

- "haha Y/N whatchu doing here on this fine night ? You look stunning btw"

- "Cut the crap shitty eyebrows i asked you a question"

- you finally lowered your gun allowing your harsh glare to show how upset you truly were

- damn, Matsukawa really felt shitty :\

- he'd never seen you like that- well not soaked from the rain but....so vulnerable to him

- all your feelings talks happened in the dark of night in your hideout, he'd never seen your face look so pained before

- "I did what was best for both us..."

- "bullshit." He wasn't sure that he believed himself either to be honest

- "what the fuck are you even doing anyway ? I thought you and i were in this mission together ?? Did nothing matter to you ? I finally think that i found someone who i could trust other than my fucking family and that's what you do ? Ditch me for your own profit ?? You did what was best for your damn self Matsukawa"

- you were upset. He got it really, his insecurities had gotten the best of him like they often did....except he didn't have the strength to confront them, to confront you about it. So he got it and he didn't retaliate.

- "so what ?? You're not even going to say anything ?? Not even TRY to fucking apologize ? Do you really don't care ?" You searched for his eyes, but little did you know that he just....couldn't talk nor maintain eye contact with you right now

- "Mattsun...i thought you and i had...something ? I don't know maybe i hallucinated or some shit but i thought we were at least friends you know ? D-did you ever tolerate me at all ?"

- your voice cracked, it got lower and it cracked, and at that moment he was sure his heart broke right at this instant too

- he wanted to tell you that that was the farthest thing from the truth

- he wanted to tell you that he loved you

- but you were too far. Once again, you were miles ahead of him, more than ever

- and the sound of voices coming from the corridor did NOT HELP

- you could not afford being found here so with the professionalism left in you, you pushed your feelings away and pulled Mattsun behind a shelf, crouching and waiting

- you were so close he could feel you shivering from the cold and he felt so so bad

- but now was not really the moment

- "didn't you hear shouting ?" Shit. Maybe you should have waited until getting out of here for your heart to heart because this guard was definitely not trippin

- there were 2, luckily they didn't have the idea to split up to search the room, all you had to do was move low and close to the walls in order reach the door and well....the katana literally could not matter less to any of y'all rn

- at this moment you really regretted going out in such a hurry completly forgetting to contact Kenma, he could have hacked into the camera system and told you were they were so easily.....

- anyway, despite that you guys were stealthy enough to get out if the room

- now the problem was getting out of here.....

- you held Mattsun's wrist loosely as you ran thru the corridor of the building, thunder raging and labored breathing filling the silence

- "Y/N we could get out from the rooftop !" Right....if you could only get there then maybe you could just parcour your way out of this by getting on other rooftops....damn you were glad Matsukawa always thought of every escape plan possible

- you didn't really mean what you said earlier

- yes, you were disappointed but, you were also scared for his dumbass

- and rn may not be the best moment to realize it as you were most likely in a life of death situation but....you loved him

- fuck you loved him so much that you were running in a goddamn dress right now

- "i truly hoped it wasn't you" said a voice from the end of the lobby

- of course it just had to be the Yakuza boss you dreaded so much

- Kondo was just standing there, arms crossed but you knew better than to take her lightly

- "did you come to retrieve it ?" Its funny how her voice seemed to dominate even the full on storm outside, the occasional lightning bolt shining light from the huge windows into the corridor

- "No....let us pass please we just want to leave" Mattsun felt how tensed you were and immediatly rested his hand on his gun handle under his coat

- "yeah sure sweetheart but only if you tell your guard dog to calm down unless he wants me to cut his fingers clean off" she threatened nonchalantly as her hand met the handle of her own katana strapped to her belt

- Matsukawa was deadass glaring at her so hard you didn't recognise him

- he honestly looked like he could take her on but...you didn't feel like testing this theory tonight

- "hey hey, it's alright" you soothed him, putting your hand on his arm and squeezing slightly

- it seemed to work because he quickly let go of his gun even tho he was still glaring

- "let us go" he said firmly

- she pushed herself out of the way and motionned with her arm as if to say "go on~" in the most theatrical way

- you passed her without issues and soon found yourself on the roofs as planned in Mattsun's escape route and made it safely to the streets, rain still pouring

- you were finally letting out a breathe you didn't know you were holding all this time

- you were alive and most importantly, so was he

- you turned around and were ready to say something when he cut you off by grabbing your arms and pulling you into a kiss

- it was short but it managed to get his point across very well as well as warm you up when he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his forehead against yours

- "i love you Y/N....i swear i didn't mean to hurt you and put you in danger like that....if i knew i would have done things differently i-"

- "i love you too Mattsun and it's never been a problem to me, i've done way more dangerous things in my life than rescue my boyfriend from getting killed dummy"

- in the end, you weren't alone

- somehow he had become, your escape plan from it

#haikyuu x reader #matsukawa x reader #mattsun #mayhaps i cried #haikyuu au #haikyuu!!#hq x reader #hq!! headcanons #hq!! fic #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu matsukawa #aoba johsai #aoba jōsai #alternate universe #spy!au #mafia!au

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bloodfart666 · 6 years ago

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GAY PENNY FLUFF YAAAAAASSSS!!!!

I got a request for an OC and Pennywise fluff from @treble-trilltrill @a-koffinkiller @jointheclxwn that I thoroughly enjoyed doing.

Pennywise sensed him before he even had walked thru the door frame. Cautious and still, Treble's gaze assessed the large room beyond the front door of 29 Neibolt street, catching every detail thru the gloom even with the lack of sunlight due to the current spring thunderstorm. Dust. And debris. Lots of it.

“You really should clean this place up a bit. At least I won’t feel bad for dripping.” Treble stepped out of the rain leaving trails and rivulets running on the faded carpet. “Well, you called?” his airy and light voice echoed off the walls, not high pitched, but languid in cadence and tone. Pennywise enjoyed that voice. It sounded like the rain that Treble loved so well.

“I have missed you.” The clown stepped out of the darkness, his hands splayed and facing outwards by his sides to show he was no threat. “I have missed you so very much.”

Treble’s face softened. “I’ve missed you too.” With no further hesitation he stepped forward. Pennywise widened his arms and crouched so that his chin rested atop Treble's head as the shapeshifter settled into his embrace, caring not one wit about the grey silk of his suit becoming drenched. In fact, this made it easier to feel the growing heat of Treble's body as his own raising comfort levels warmed his blood.

Pennywise closed his eyes and inhaled the shapeshifter's scent. Treble smelled of springtime. The misty life giving rain and delicate notes of honeysuckle bringing a sort of sweet peace to the ancient loneliness that permeated the recesses of his eldritch heart. He had only known destruction. Been destruction. Yet the scent of this planet’s ultimate creation brought him joy.

Standing tall yet keeping his arms around Treble, he gazed down into Treble's icy blue eyes.

“Come. Let’s sit, my precious. Tell Pennywise what is wrong.” The clown motioned towards a large davenport.

Pennywise sat back into the large soft cushions then jerked upright in surprise as Treble carelessly flopped onto the cushions next to him curling comfortably with his head in the clown's lap. Treble reached a hand over to toy with one of the tiny bells on the clown’s puffy trousers.

“Nothing is overtly wrong Penny. Just a bad day in general. I don’t really want to talk about it if that’s okay.” Pennywise nodded down to the shapeshifter, speechless for once, admiring the lines and details Treble's profile.

They sat like that for awhile. Treble watched the storm fade into the inky darkness of night while Pennywise watched how Treble’s chest rose and fell and how the fur around the collar of his jacket ruffled with his breathing. Treble’s jaw clenched several times and his eyes would occasionally harden as if he were remembering some stressor.

Pennywise broke the silence “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” the clown reached down to tenderly run the gloved fingers of his right hand thru Treble’s soft hair, enjoying the soft silky texture and the way it made Treble’s clean scent waft to the clowns nostrils. The fingers of his left hand began to trace around Treble’s cheekbones and temple.

“Ooooooooooo” exaggerating the sound Pennywise widened his currently azure blue eyes. “I could dance for you Trebbie! Would you like that? Would you like Pennywise to give you his best dance?”

Treble chuckled. “No thanks Penny. I’m fine. Really I am.” He rolled to his back facing up towards the clown. Azure met ice. And stayed. “You smell good Penny. Like carnival food.” Treble smiled. The way his eyes crinkled as he smiled was very pleasing to the clown.

Pennywise didn’t smile back. His gaze remained sombre and intense. His right hand continued to card thru Treble’s hair, bringing a continual stream of his intoxicating scent to the clowns nose. His left hand reached over to cup Treble’s cheek. His large hand nearly hid the entire side of Treble’s face as his long index finger traced Treble’s brow and his thumb grazed his bottom lip.

“You smell better.” This came out almost a growl.

Treble’s eyes widened in surprise and he inhaled sharply. This action made one of his fangs graze the clown's glove. This elicited a primal growl from Pennywise and Treble felt the clown's abdomen tighten at his side. The clown's eyes remained blue. Treble was not at all frightened. Something inside him knew this growl wasn’t defensive. His own abdomen tightened in response.

Pennywise grasped the shapeshifter’s shoulders and raised his upper body slowly, as if he were lifting something frail that could blow away any moment, while lowering his long face towards Treble.

Treble's body began to vibrate as Pennywise's growls changed to a staccato deep machine like popping rumble. The eldritch demon clown was purring!!

Pennywise lifted Treble’s face to his own and touched his lips to Treble's. Just barely. Not a kiss as his lips were relaxed, and inhaled deeply, causing latent interruptions in his purrs. As if he were trying to breathe the shapeshifter in. Then, with the lightest of touches, he ran his lips across his cheek to nuzzle into his hair. There were more occasional breaks in his purring as he snuffled in the pure scent he had been craving. Treble could feel the clowns hot breath in the shell of his ear. His eyelids fluttered closed and meaning to sigh he exhaled…….. and…… He trilled!

The purring stilled and Pennywise lifted his face to look upon Treble. His head slowly tilted as a single sharp eyebrow raised. His lips pursed in an O shape.

“Oh really now little one. What was that?”

Even with his body tight and hot Treble couldn’t help but laugh on the befuddled and quizzical expression on the clowns face. “Its just something I do when I’m really really happy. And you are absolutely adorable when your face looks like that.” Treble reached up to tap the clowns red nose. “Boop.”

Pennywise went slack jawed for several moments, in utter awe of the sly grin on Treble’s.

“Why you delectable little devil!” the purring spurred to life in full force as Pennywise crushed his lips to Treble’s. Growls mixed with purrs as the clowns tongue skillfully parted Treble’s lips to do battle with his tongue, scraping along his fangs as it did so.

Sighing Treble returned the kiss with passionate fervor. He reached his arms around the clowns neck to hold him close. He didn’t need to. Pennywise tangled his impossibly long arms around Treble, using a hand to cradle the shapeshifter's head and tilt it back to deepen the kiss.

As the storm subsided all that could be heard in that dark house at 29 Neibolt were sighs, rumbling purrs, and breathy trills.

#i didnt wanna steal anyones art to show you Treble but he's #fuggin gorgeous ya'll #gay pennywise #pennywise the dancing clown #pennywise #pennywise fanfiction #pennywise one shot #itchapter2 #it 2019 #it 2017 #original character

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not-another-fangirl74 · 6 years ago

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We don't need it Joe Mazzello x Reader (requested)

Hey, I saw you're taking requests, could you write something about Joe being in a realtionship with someone younger? Like his girlfriend is 22 or so? And she's a little bit insecure about her age and that she's too young for him?

A/N: Here it is anon, I didn't specify the age but you get the idea I hope you like it, I didn't want it to be like the others that already exists so... yep 🧡

Warning: cursing, implied smut at the end nothing serious 🙄

You’re just a hobby to him, darling, he would never take you seriously, you’re just a distraction, don’t be a fool, attracted to the new, he’ll grow bored soon, you’re just too young to understand, his little prize to show of, you should know better my baby I didn’t raise you up to this,to be toyed like this, you are more than that.

The harsh words of your mother kept ringing in your mind, they hurt, you just called her to tell her that you were going to visit them soon to introduce your boyfriend to the family but as soon as she started to ask questions about it, What does he do? Does he have a stable job? How old is he?

You answered all of them but she didn’t approve and didn't like anything about him then she started to lecture you. All of your excitement to introduce Joe to your parents came down crashing, it was going to be the first time you’ll ever introduce a boyfriend to your family, you never did it before cause they weren't serious enough, not like the relationship you have now. She didn’t even know Joe, he wasn't like that, he loved you right? did he picture you both together in the future just like you did? it wasn’t too soon right?.

Those thoughts kept flowing on your mind during the day. It was dark outside now and the cup coffee you hold in your hands was cold, not even the tv was loud enough to distract you from your mind.

As soon as Joe saw you on the couch with your eyes absently watching the tv, he could sense that something wasn’t right, he approaches you slowly just to not scare you and softly touch your shoulders, Hi love, he says leaning down to kiss your temple, you close your eyes at the feeling of his lips on your forehead calming you a little, Hi babe, how was your day? you ask him as he took a seat next to you on the couch, you move closer to him and lay your head on his chest, he runs his fingers through your scalp making you relax a bit, you start to draw circles with your fingertip on his knee. How did it go with your mother? he asks and you froze you didn’t want to tell him. oh it was okay but they are going to be out of town so we’ll have to go another day (or never), you answer, well then we’ll go next weekend, you’ll think they would be at home?, no he asked, yeah sure I’ll ask her, you turn your face to look at him, I love you, you said touching his cheek with your hand, I love you too babe he says as he kisses you.

Joe didn’t want to push you, he knew that you eventually would tell him what's wrong but he was worried, you were too quiet, you weren’t like this. You were always so happy and full of joy. Even when the day didn't go as planned he knew that when he was back to you, his home, everything would be alright just by looking at your eyes, everything is else didn't matter he would always get a smile from you giving him peace.

He tried to make you laugh a couple of times but would only get a little a smile in return that didn't reach your eyes, you both were getting ready to bed and he couldn’t take it anymore, he knew something was hurting you so he steps closer to you and ask what's going on, and you didn't listen to him, not on purpose, you were too busy picking up the clothes that were on the floor, Y/N, he says firmer this time getting your attention, you looked at him and he took both of your hands in his, what's wrong jelly bean, you smirk at the cheesy nickname, it’s nothing, Joe, I’m fine, you were going to keep picking up the clothes but he stops you and makes you look at him, you know you can tell me anything, he insists, I know Joe, and just like that tears came falling down on your face then he wrapped his arms around you gently rubbing your back, the sound of his heartbeat calms you down, pulling back you seat on the bed and pat the spot beside you and Joe sits there, it didn't go as planned, you started, with my mom, she did not like the idea of us together, saying our age gap was big she told me that I was just a toy for you and I should know better, I was going to end up with my heart broken, and the age wasn't the only problem the fact that you are an actor and aren't home for long periods of time...and Idk, I know she is not right, she doesn't even know you but her words hurt, it was the first time I was going to introduce a boyfriend to them but apparently is not the best idea. You told him smiling thru the tears. Because I'm not just an affair to you right? you ask.

Joe finally understand it all, the age gap had never been an issue to you or him, but coming from your mother affected you, he didn’t expect that your mother would think that about it, at least he expected to be supportive to you but he had to understand that not all people think the same way. Of course you are, you are more important than just an affair, I know we haven't talked about it but I see us growing old, well me first because you know I’m already old, but don’t worry, he says stroking your arm, I’m gonna be the sexiest granddad ever, bald and with a big belly, you laugh at the thought of it, and you’ll be the prettiest woman ever with grey hair and wrinkles on the side of your eyes, so hot…..Y/N I love you more than you could ever imagine, I've never felt the same way before with anyone, he said cleaning the remaining tears on your face, I've never felt the same with anyone too Joe I love you, you kissed him. I know how important was to you to introduce me to your parents.., Joe no, you interrupt him, it doesn’t matter now, I don’t need their approval, I don't need their opinion the only one that matters is ours and that is more than enough. You lean in to kiss him he took the back of your head to get closer and you melted into the kiss, it always felt like the first time when you two kissed, the tingling sensation on the pit of your stomach, the way your tongue dance together with a rhythm that you both knew, it slowly started to get more desperate and needy your hands run from the nape of his neck down to his back and you pulled his shirt off he did the same with your clothes not breaking the kiss he laid you down on the bed you felt his hands touching everywhere and you felt the heat burning with his touch on your skin.

He made love to you that night, passionately there was no rush just the to of you melting into one, saying how much you meant to the other and he wanted to show you how much he loves you not just with words but with actions. And you felt loved. You knew that you didn't need anyone else, they didn't matter just the both of you and everything will be alright.

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 6 years ago

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Okay so ik ur in he middle of writing a series rn but do you think you might ever revisit “the bad guy” & maybe do a part 2 where like another enemy comes along and y/n, e and gray have to maneuver thru it?? I’m sorry if you’ve already answered this but I am so hooked on these characters it’s not even funny. I’ll dead ass be in a lecture thinkin about their love story & the dynamic they had w/eachother. It reminds me sm of daisy & gatsby especially w/the national anthem vibes. Ughh I love it!💕

I love that you still think about them, cause I do too. I honestly had no plans, but I do have something written in case I change my plans.

It's totally unedited and filled with imperfections, but this is how I saw their story evolve next.

If anyone is interested, let me know. 💕

The Bad Guy - preview of a possible part two

He opens his eyes, the darkness around him seemingly moving through the cracks and pushing in. His right arm falls open to the side as he struggles to breathe, blindly reaching out for his nightstand, the top drawer where his inhaler resides. While his right hand struggles to grasp what nature intended to be his cure, his left one taps around the bed for his real remedy - his saving grace.

Finally finding the pump, he takes one puff for the wheezing to stop, allowing his mind to function properly.

His left hand comes up empty, void of what he holds dear and he sits up madly, looking around the room in a daze.

She's not there.

His already wild heart beats fast, letting his hands and feet numb further than when he awoke from his sleep.

But was it all a dream? Was Y/N ever real? If she is, did Mikhail really take her from him?

The questions in his mind drive him up the wall, his arms shaking and legs no longer able to hold him up, so he remains seated. Gripping at his hair, he feels the panic seep in, overtaken with cold sweat and trembling chin.

She must be real. He felt it in his heart. She wasn't just a dream, but her being gone could be more than his imagination.

She's not here.

Had she been there, she'd surely be tucked into his side, her cold feet warming on his calfs or at the very least she'd drape a leg over him.

She's not here.

It's more than panic, paralyzing him. He can't breathe, his lungs are heavy. He feels the air around him, pressing in, overwhelming. He finds his phone, pressing number one on instinct, knowing he had put her in because she's his number one girl. If she is his, she is always his number one dial.

The line goes silent, his mind unable to process the generic response of the caller not being available, eyes widened and a lump forming in his throat.

Wanting to scream, he chuckles because there he is, a man who fears nothing and yet he's absolutely lost in his fear of losing one girl he is no longer sure exists.

Columbia.

"If she's real, that's where she'll be." He whispers to himself, scrambling to his feet without putting on any clothes. Only in his briefs, Grayson runs out of his mansion and sits into his Porsche, driving at illegal speed toward where he might find her.

One of the cops recognize his car, not stopping him. As if he would stop.

Finally on campus, he parks in front of her dorm and rushes out.

Room 23, he thinks, already finding himself before the red door and his heart stumbles on itself when he realizes she must be there. He can't be imagining everything, believing he isn't that creative.

Connecting his fist with the door, he pounds on it impatiently. Until the lock is heard and the door creaks open, her nose and her right eye the only parts of her peaking out.

He sees her eye widen in recognition, the door opening instantly and her worried face meeting his unsteadiness.

"Gray?"

In one move, he grabs her smaller form and presses her into his chest, folding his arms around her. His nose buried in her hair at the top of her head, his hands at her sides, crossed at her back, her arms wrapping around him as well.

"Shhh. It's okay. I'm here." Her voice is muffled by his chest, but the sound of it alone makes his heart calmer and the smell of her hair puts his mind at ease.

She doesn't fight his embrace, for this isn't the first time he came to her room completely out of his mind. Physical touch is what he needs now and not the sexual kind. He needs to feel her, breathe her in and she allows him.

Slowly pushing him in, she kicks the door close and moves him to her bed. She notes the warm, naked back and the muscular built going up and down under her fingertips, realizing he must have had a bad dream. She told him to call her if he needed her, come what may she'd be there. But here he is, in all his glory, trembling like a scared child in her dorm room.

Laying him down, Y/N snuggles into his side, enjoying his strong arms as they push her into him and the way his palms go up and down her skin to assure himself of her existence.

Tenderly, she presses kisses into his chest and neck, reminding him she's with him as she promised to be.

Ever since Mikhail nearly killed both of them, despite the man being dead, Grayson had been restless. They didn't talk much about his gang related work, knowing it upsets both of them as result. But it didn't stop Y/N from insisting Grayson finds help for his nightmares that usually led him to her door at ungodly times and all in his underwear.

Although she insisted living on her own in a dorm, she's become quite aware he needs her with him. She's been splitting her time to the best of her ability between his bed and her own, wanting to permanently give into his requests of her moving in. It's hellish, making a decision between having all she wanted in the accelerated med school programme and having Grayson, what she never thought would be an option.

"You're really here." He mumbles, eyes closed and already drifting off, failing to notice the tears in her eyes as she chooses him above all.

"I am. I always will be."

Once the morning came, Y/N's alarm wakes them both in the most frustrating way possible.

The "I like to move it" song blares, startling them and as big as Grayson is and as small as Y/N's bed is, he nearly dropped Y/N on the floor when he jumped up. Catching her mid fall, pressed against the bed frame with his arms, a scream dies kn her throat and her hands grab at him for support.

"You good?" Grayson chuckles, half thinking how he's too old, too rich for dorm rooms and half thinking how lucky he is to be in her dorm room.

"Think it's time." She grumbles, helping him pull her up into the safety of his chest, draping her leg over his stomach for a better hold.

"For what?" Grayson leaves a kiss atop her head, running his fingers up and down her arm, his ring grazing her skin lightly.

"For me to move back with you." She sighs, enjoying the feathered coldness his ring brings to her warm skin. She's always cold when she sleeps alone, yet sleeping with Grayson, a human volcano, she finds herself burning up.

Grayson's lips part, trying to hold in a confused, but excited gasp. She always makes him feel like a high school girl with a crush, still going through puberty: senselessly blind and constantly confused, wanting to gush about his feeling for her and write poems even if he's not particularly good at it.

"Didn't you say it would take you forever to get here and it would affect your grades?" Grayson asks, still holding in his true feelings. He respects how hard she works, her ambition and drive endlessly, even admires her for it, but he also wishes she'd just be with him...all the time. God knows he had more money than he can spend in seven lifetimes, she need not work a single day of her life, yet he knows how important it is for her which is why he offers his home to her every month, but never pressures her into accepting.

"Yes. But I also want to wake up in your arms every morning like this without falling on my ass. I'll just have to take my Impala and put it into use for the drives, a few hours lost is better than being away from you so long." She excuses, refusing to tell him the truth; that she's worried for him.

After all, Grayson is a head of the most formidable criminal organization, a gang as some would say, and he can't afford to show weakness and these dreams might come across as such. When she's there, the dreams tend to go away. Most of all, she makes sure he takes his prescription and attends his therapy sessions.

"You know I'd love that, but only if you're sure. It's a big move in a relationship and neither of us have much practice there. It's also a strain on you, so if you're absolutely sure, I would love nothing more." Practical, very self aware and extremely protective response put in the sweetest, most gentle way possible. There's the charming, magnetic man she loves so much. Right underneath the rubble. But she found she loves the rubble too.

"I'm sure." She lifts herself up, just barely enough to peck the tip of his nose because that always made him scrunch up and his lips whirl to the side into the cutest smile she had ever seen and that's what she loved the most - having such an effect on him that she discovers new things about him that not even Grayson himself knows.

Lazily, his hand slides down her back and rests upon her bum, squeezing it a little too hard but not enough to make it painful, although she never opposed to a little pain. Releasing the flesh he wanted to take a bite out of, he taps her gently, like a summer breeze.

"In that case, get that cute ass to class and I'll call a few people to help me move all this by the end of the day." Grayson taps her but once more, getting a happy giggle in return only prompting a crooked smile of his own to appear.

She tumbled over to her side, barely managing to survive the fall from grace she considered his chest to be, only to throw on the first thing she could find - a deep green summer dress, falling to her ankles where a tattoo rests; one she got after being saved by the members of The house of the rising sun. As her eternal gratitude, the rising sun tattoo on her right ankle will forever be there to remind her why she's able to giggle with her boyfriend while running late to class.

"And take a banana and an energy bar with you!" He commands, the change in his voice now evident to her. She could always tell when he simply suggests something in comparison to when he orders her to do something, when he dared to do such a bold thing.

Y/N didn't mind this particular demand, knowing this is just another way Grayson shows his love for her because she does forget to eat on time and his nagging helps keep her healthy and at the top of her game.

Quickly pecking his lips, she stumbles toward her door and turns around to take him in. Just for one moment longer her eyes remain on his faintly lit sculptured body, the sun rays dancing on the tan skin. His hair is a mess, his eyes tired but bright and his lips curled into a self satisfied smirk because he knows she's checking him out.

"Clothes are in the drawers." She begins, Grayson joining her for the last part to be said in unison.

"Second one from the bottom." Both smile, giving them enough soul food to survive the day.

Some would consider this a mundane thing, but for Grayson it was extraordinary, magic even. For a man who didn't think he'd live to see his thirtieth birthday, this was the epitome of happiness.

The men came quickly, packing all Y/N's things except her underwear, for Grayson had packed that before anyone even showed up. Maybe being jealous over his men seeing the sexy underwear he loked to provide her with is silly, but he wanted to be the only one with such privileges.

Just as they're leaving the day at its end, Grayson finds Ethan rushing in with a crazed look in his eyes.

"Where the fuck have you been all day?!" Ethan speaks through gritted teeth in hushed voices.

"Why?" A dark look befalls Grayson as he already knows something is happening and it's bad. It's always bad.

He spent the past year trying to make right of his wrongs, legitimize his work, but that can't ever be entirely done.

"Silver Snakes heard you closing up shop, and declared New York an open season." Ethan hissed, finding Grayson's face harden like stone.

"I am still the leader. I am still the Capo." Grayson's jaw clenches, only now seeing he and Ethan aren't alone.

"What does open season mean?" Her voice is determined, but the fear in her tone doesn't go unnoticed by either of them.

"It means they want this territory." Ethan answers instead, seeing his brother had gone back to the cold person he was before he ever met Y/N.

Grayson still considered New York his playground and he definitely had no intention giving up such a prized possession many died for him to keep.

"The Silver Snakes must have found out Gray has you now and in our world that means weakness. When one has a weakness, he can be dealt with. You're a liability." Ethan continues until Y/N starts to shake her head, her chin trembling instead of her lips because her jaw is clenched tightly enough to prevent that from happening.

"What does that mean? How does he get the territory?" Y/N insists, walking toward Grayson.

"It means Grayson has to die. Both of us. Heirs if there are any as well." And that's when her world comes crashing down once more.

"We can fight this. Them." She quickly moved ahead, standing on her tiptoes to cup Grayson's face and bring his eyes to her instead of the faraway place this piece of information took him to.

"We will prevail. As always." He noticed her speak in plural, meaning she would fight with him and although he loved her for it, that is exactly why he's so scared now. That's a part of her magic; she sees the sun even in the darkest days.

#grayson dolan #ethan dolan #dolan twins #the bad guy #the bad guy concept

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17mounteens · 7 years ago

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Best friends with benefits (Jun)

Request:

is it possible to have a best friend with benefit with junnie??? thankies i hope this can pull thru

» Smut.

» You see a funny tweet so you decide to test your friendship with your best friend by sending him a simple text: “Let’s fuck.” The reply isn’t »quite what you expected, but you find yourself more than eager to add some benefits to your friendship.

» I’m not fully sure about how this turned out but I hope you’ll enjoy!💕

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“That’s my best friend.” Alright, text him “let’s fuck” and see what he says.

You quirked your eyebrow at the tweet you had just come across, which immediately made you think of your best friend, Junhui.

Knowing him well enough, you figured that he’d give out a funny reaction, and so you didn’t hesitate to open your chat with him.

You: Junhui You: lol You: Let’s fuck

You couldn’t help but grin to yourself when you saw that he had seen the message, and rolled to your back on your bed when you could see the bubble with three dots pop on his side of the screen, initiating that he was writing a reply. The bubble disappeared and reappeared several times, and a part of you was expecting a long reply that would make you snort.

Little did you know.

Jun: For real? Jun: When?

Your eyes flew wide open when you saw his answer, and you yelped when your phone slipped from your hands and hit your face instead.

With your heart hammering in your chest, you picked up your phone and read over the messages over and over again.

“I… he…” you whispered almost inaudibly and mentally grumbled as the tweet you had thought was funny had backfired on you - as a firm believer of being able to be just friends with someone, having your best friend go against that didn’t exactly go according to your wishes.

Did Wen Junhui really think about you that way?

You: ...Jun You: I... You: Wanna come over?

Jun: Be there in 10

Your heart beat faster in your chest, and you put your phone down on your bed and stared at your ceiling. Nervousness was starting to build inside of you, although a part of you felt as though Junhui might just be messing with you. For all you knew he could appear at your door with a wide grin and tell you that he was just kidding, but then again he could actually come prepared to do what you had told him: fuck.

The worst part was that with him, both options were just as likely.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes as you thought about him. As far as you knew, he was coming over with the image that you were going to have sex, and the thought of that had you surprisingly… excited. It took you aback how easy it was for you to think about him in a steamier setting, and perhaps it was then that you admitted to yourself that you had always found him attractive, even if you didn’t think about him as anything more than a friend.

Until now, at least.

And then again, if he was serious… maybe having sex with your best friend wouldn’t be the worst thing ever. At least you’d be comfortable with one another.

Before Junhui could come over, you got up from your bed and quickly made sure that your room was presentable, and it was exactly when you closed your laundry basket that you heard the doorbell ring.

The sound momentarily reminded you of your roommate, and you let out a relieved sigh when you remembered that he was working well into the evening and it wasn’t more than 6pm at the moment.

On the other side of your door, Junhui scratched his nose and tapped the tip of his foot on the floor nervously. His heart was racing in his chest and he was clutching the strap of his backpack, and a series of different feelings washed over him when you opened the door and looked at him with wide eyes.

The biggest feeling, he supposed, was nervous anticipation.

“Hi,” he said a bit awkwardly, and you swallowed as you invited him in and watched him take off his shoes.

“So…” you muttered and fiddled with the hem of your shirt, slowly moving your gaze from the floor up Junhui’s dark gray sweatpants, all the way up to his broad back that was covered by a large black tee.

“Were you serious with the message?” Junhui asked when he turned around to face you, his eyes dark and unreadable. He quirked his eyebrow in a way that had your heart skipping a beat, and he could only hope he didn’t appear anywhere as eager as he actually was. “With you it’s really difficult to tell.”

“It was a joke,” you said hastily and stepped closer to him. Licking your lips, you moved your gaze to his eyes. “Was. But then you took the bait and I invited you over, and now… I’m not so sure.”

Junhui nodded slowly, and you swallowed hard when you felt his hands on your hips. “We’re not doing anything if you’re not sure.”

Your eyes widened momentarily, and your lips parted in surprise. Junhui snorted at your expression and shook his head in amusement.

“I wish I was kidding when I asked you when you’d want to fuck, but I really…” he trailed off, and you could feel his thumbs slide slightly under your shirt to rub light circles into your skin. “...want you.”

While you had expected yourself to feel nervous and uncomfortable in a setting where your best friend would say such things to you, you found yourself more and more drawn to him instead, and it was within seconds that you placed your hands on Junhui’s broad shoulders and leaned in for a shy kiss.

Junhui breathed heavily as he kissed you back and slowly backed you into the wall, and once his hands slid to your ass, you allowed yourself melt into the kiss that soon turned into everything but shy.

You slid your hands into Junhui’s hair and teased his lips with your tongue until he welcomed it to his mouth. He smirked a little against your lips when he felt your tongue moving against his, and with his hands holding your ass snugly he deepened the kiss in a way that had your breath hitching a little as heat started pooling in the pit of your stomach.

How it was so easy to just get sucked into the heat of the moment was beyond you, but you were too weak - and too into Junhui - to fight against it, and so you merely began moving to the door to your room and slowly led him inside, all the way until you could pull him down on your bed with you. Your lips remained connected for nearly the whole time, and once you were lying down, you felt his knee between your legs and his fingers sliding under your shirt.

“Can I… take this off?” he mumbled against your lips, his breathing heavy and hot against your skin, and you nodded eagerly before helping him pull it over your head.

Junhui stared at you appreciatively for a moment, biting down on his lower lip, but was brought back to his senses when you began lifting the hem of his shirt, too.

“While you’re at it, please take this off, too,” you said, your voice slightly different to usual with how aroused you were gradually getting.

He chuckled and lifted his shirt off before tossing it to the floor to accompany your shirt. “Since you asked so nicely.”

“I just wanted to see you,” you whispered, and after placing your hands on Junhui’s shoulders, slowly slid them down the front of his body, “...and feel you.”

Junhui’s eyes dilated a little and his breath hitched in his throat when your fingertips brushed over his nipples, and while starting to lean down again, he also moved his hand up to your chest to tease your nipples through your thin bralette. “You’re not the only one.”

“Figures,” you said quietly and pulled him down for another hungry kiss that effectively swallowed the quiet moans that slipped through your lips when Junhui pressed his thigh lightly against your crotch and slid his hands under your bralette to play with your breasts. The attention he gave your sensitive nipples was beyond your imagination and had you leaning into his touch almost desperately while your panties continued getting damper under your cozy shorts.

The two of you continued undressing each other little by little while exchanging horny looks and heated kisses as though you had been waiting for the moment for ages, and not much later did you have two of his fingers pushing in and out of you and your hips bucking against them desperately as you blindly reached for the drawer in your nightstand with one hand while you stroked Junhui’s cock with the other.

He kissed you sloppily while slowly bucking into your fist and rubbing a particularly sweet spot inside of you, which had you shivering.

Whimpering, you finally reached a condom in your drawer, and were quick to pull away from the kiss and hand him the rubber. Nearly panting, you looked him in the eye and licked your lips quickly, only able to think about how badly you needed him inside of you. “Put this on and fuck me.”

“I was going to,” Junhui grinned and gave you a quick kiss on your neck before retreating his fingers from your pussy and turning to his back to put the condom on himself.

You turned to your side and eyed him up and down, and once the rubber was properly on him, you climbed to lie on top of him, his shaft dipping perfectly between your lower lips. You ground on him and leaned down to kiss his neck, but as needy as you were, it didn’t take you long to lift your hips and guide the tip of his cock to your entrance.

Junhui looked up at you in awe, his lips parted and eyes hooded, and licked his lips ever so slowly as you began sinking down on him slowly. The way your face contorted a little in pleasure when he began filling you up drove him crazy, and it only heightened your pleasure when you felt him hold your hips a bit tighter.

A blink of an eye later you were fully sitting down on his length, and you looked down at him as a moan slipped from your lips.

Your heart skipped a beat. You were - you actually were - riding your best friend’s dick, and you loved it, just as much as you loved seeing the mesmerized look on his face as he eyed you up and down appreciatively.

Whatever you had gotten yourself into could wait until you had both come undone.

You moved your lips smoothly on Junhui’s lap and eventually leaned down to kiss him, both to get some more of the sweet kisses of his and to muffle your moans in a pleasant way, and you loved feeling Junhui bucking up into you while holding your ass in his hands. He was clearly trying to find a way to take charge even though you were on the top, and you enjoyed it to the fullest.

It only got better when he took a good hold of you and flipped the two of you over. Panting, he looked down into your eyes and continued thrusting inside of you with a good roll of his hips. “I don’t need to be careful, right?”

“No,” you whimpered when his cock rubbed all the right spots inside of you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist and got your arms around his neck, too. “Harder, please.”

He took a deep breath and leaned down to kiss your neck desperately before pounding into you harder, reveling in the feeling of being encased inside of your wet heat. The sounds of his skin slamming against yours filled your room, mixing beautifully with your moans and his grunts, and you could both feel the knot in the pits of your stomach starting to tighten.

While thrusting inside of you to the best of his ability Junhui allowed one of his hands to roam around your body, both in hopes of adding to your pleasure and heightening his own arousal, too, by touching something he had admittedly been looking at a lot. Feeling your soft skin under his touch turned him on all the more, and hearing your sounds of pleasure made him fuck you just the slightest bit harder, too.

Moan after moan left your parted lips as you held onto Junhui, your legs tightening around his waist as your orgasm drew closer with every perfectly angled thrust of his hips.

Junhui grunted and kissed your neck passionately, utterly blissful as he succumbed to the pleasure of your wet pussy hugging his cock so well, and his arousal was only driven further as you held his hair and shoulder desperately with your nails digging into his upper back a little. You tugged at his locks lightly subconsciously, and that, if anything, made him see stars, which also showed in the way his thrusts started to hit the best spots inside of you.

“J-Junhui,” you whined and clung onto him more desperately as you mirrored his movements with your hips. “Almost--”

“Fuck,” he hissed and, sucking on the skin of your neck lightly, increased the pace of his thrusts, through your cries of pleasure as you released around him all the way until he was shooting his release into the condom with you shivering underneath him.

Junhui panted as his hips stuttered to a stop, and you slowly released your hold of him, catching your breath as well. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at you with a rosy color on his cheeks.

“Not bad,” he stated with a grin and laughed when you nudged him on his shoulder, and with that he pulled out of you and got rid of the condom before joining you back on your bed.

You clicked your tongue when he lay down next to you again. “Not bad? That’s all you have to say?”

Junhui shook his head, the grin still all over his face, and poked your cheek gently. “It was great. You were great.”

“Yes, but,” you began and pouted a little. “We’re best friends, and we just…”

“Let’s not think too deep about it,” Junhui hummed and moved closer to you, nearly cuddling up to you. “The important question is: did you enjoy it?”

“I did,” you said, not needing as much as one second to think about it, and quirked your eyebrow a little. “And you?”

“Probably even more than you did,” he smirked, although he regained his seriousness rather soon. “Do you… think we could do this again sometime?”

“Like…” you began, taking a moment to lick your lips as you could feel your heart beating faster again, and could hardly keep your eye contact with Junhui. “Like friends with benefits?”

“Yeah,” Junhui said with a nod, the rosy color on his cheeks deepening a little. “I don’t think either of us is really looking for a relationship with anyone, but I… think we both still want certain things. And our chemistry doesn’t seem terrible, does it now?”

“Of course not,” you chuckled softly and looked at Junhui warmly. “We’re best friends, I’d be concerned if the chemistry was bad.”

Junhui snorted and nodded, and you felt your pussy pulsate when you felt his fingertips moving lightly on your mound. “So… what do you say?”

In all honesty you had never thought about a friends with benefits type of a relationship all that much, but you weren’t completely put off by the thought, either, especially not after such a hot session with Junhui.

Quite the contrary: the thought of being able to have sex with him in the future, too, made you excited.

“We’d still be friends too, right?” you asked, just to be sure, and quirked your eyebrow a little.

“Obviously,” Junhui hummed and raised his eyebrows playfully. “We’d be like we always have, but this time we both know who to go to when we’re really horny. Or stressed. Or bored.”

Rolling your eyes a little, you smiled and looked at him curiously. “So when I get needy at a party, I can essentially just grab your wrist and pull you to the nearest room?”

“Doesn’t even have to be a room,” he grinned and laughed when you clicked your tongue, and looked into your eyes warmly. “But yeah, you can.”

“Sounds good,” you hummed and moved a bit closer to him, all the way until you were able to place your head on his bare chest. You allowed your eyes to fall shut and chuckled. “I’ll gladly fuck you again.”

“Likewise,” Junhui said with an amused tone and got an arm around you.

With the sated contentment you were both feeling, you drifted off to sleep little by little with your minds replaying what had just happened.

...

A few hours later you opened your eyes and yawned. Although sleepy, it was all chased out of you when you realized that you had been cuddling up to a naked Junhui.

“Oh my god,” you whispered and got out of bed, putting on your pajamas before leaving your room, repeating the three words under your breath over and over again.

It wasn’t that you had forgotten what had happened, really, but you had yet to fully process everything.

Shaking your head a little, you walked to the fridge and took a bottle of water, which you almost dropped when you heard a chuckle.

“Is Junhui staying over tonight?” Wonwoo asked playfully and moved his gaze from his book to you. “I saw his shoes.”

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you nodded. “Y-yeah, it’s a sleepover. You know… a best friend thing.”

Wonwoo quirked his eyebrow: yes, Junhui was your best friend. Why did it have to be clarified? “Alright. You could’ve told me, but it’s okay since I know him.”

’Yeah, sorry, I didn’t plan on this booty call,’ you thought with a wince and smiled at your roommate. “Sorry, I’ll let you know next time.”

“Don’t mind it,” he hummed and returned to his book. “He’s okay to have over every now and then.”

You nodded and got some snacks from the nearest cupboard, only to freeze when you could hear Junhui’s voice.

“Y/N, is there something to eat? I’m hungry.”

The next thing you heard was a thud from Wonwoo’s book falling to the floor, followed by a quiet “What the fuck?”

Almost scared to see what made Wonwoo say such words, you turned around slowly, only to see Junhui stand by your door wearing absolutely nothing.

Licking your lips slowly as you tried to keep your cool, you gave him a slow nod. “...Put on some clothes first.”

He nodded and disappeared back to your room, and you were quick to turn to Wonwoo, who was staring at you with disbelief written all over his face. “Best friend stuff? So that’s done without clothes nowadays?”

The way his voice went up an octave would’ve been funny if you weren’t feeling so mortified, and so all you could do was hide your eyes. “It just happened.”

“How do best friends just have sex?” Wonwoo asked in a rushed whisper, his eyebrows knitting a little. “Is this going to become a thing?”

“Probably,” you said with a small wince and looked at Wonwoo with your head tilting a little. “But I’m an adult so shush.”

“And I’m your roommate,” Wonwoo noted and sighed, scratching the back of his head. “This is so weird… Junhui, really?”

“Yeah, got a problem?” you asked with a quirked eyebrow and placed your hands on your hips. “It’s not like I judge anyone you bring over and you don’t exactly get to choose who I do things with.”

“I know,” he said and after a moment of silence nodded almost determinedly. “I’ll get used to it. This is fine.”

Chuckling, you smiled and walked up to Wonwoo to ruffle his hair a little. “You will get used to it.”

“Good luck with him,” he snorted and gave you a warm look accompanied by a small smile. “He can be a handful.”

“Trust me, I know,” you grinned and gave Junhui a lopsided smile when he appeared at the kitchen again, this time wearing his boxers and the black tee he had come over with. “Looks better.”

Junhui nodded and gave Wonwoo an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that, I was still half asleep and didn’t realize you were home.”

“It’s okay,” Wonwoo said with an exaggeratedly wide smile and picked up his book. “I’ll leave you two be, good night!”

“Night,” Junhui said and turned to look at you when Wonwoo went to his room and closed the door behind himself. “Is he okay?”

“Just surprised,” you nodded and returned to the fridge, where you got something for the two of you to eat.

While eating, the two of you talked more about what your friendship would be like in the future, and somehow the aspect of sex mixing with your long-lasting, close friendship was exciting to you both.

And in all honesty it all also turned out much better than you had ever dared to think.

Nothing changed between the two of you besides the fact that every now and then you’d have some good sex. Other than that you were still the same best friends that always made fun of each other and had fun together.

Junhui would still let out the loudest burps after drinking coke and he’d still affectionately make fun of how you looked when you were hungover. You’d go to arcades together, study together, see movies, hang out, have coffee… everything you normally did.

Only, now you could end a study session with a quickie if you felt like it and were guaranteed to have someone to blow off some steam with during exam weeks.

It was the best of both worlds in so many ways, and you were infinitely grateful to have found someone you could be so free with during sex as you both were able to bring up what you liked and didn’t as well as things you wanted to try.

And since you both wanted to make each other feel just as good as you were feeling, you were both left satisfied after every time.

Your happiness and satisfaction was only threatened when you realized that it was more than half of the time that you and Junhui hanging out resulted in sex.

As that went on and the sex only became more frequent, you began thinking about your relationship more and more. Was the best friend side of it slowly making way for a more sexual relationship?

...

Several months into your new best friends with benefits relationship with Junhui, you were having late lunch while Wonwoo was getting ready to leave for his lectures.

“Oh yeah, Jun’s coming over today,” you hummed and took a quick sip of your drink while watching Wonwoo as he put books into his bag.

“Are you guys going to be loud again?” Wonwoo asked nonchalantly while packing his bag, and you nearly dropped your spoon at his question, with which he was clearly referring to the latest time he had accidentally had to listen to the two of you have sex.

“We,” you began, still a bit startled, and shook your head in an attempt to clear your mind. “No, because that’s not all we do. He’s still my best friend, you know.”

Wonwoo looked at you, unamused, and blinked slowly. “It might not be all you do, but you do do it a lot.”

You shrugged faux innocently. “There’s a lot of steam to let out.”

“Clearly,” he hummed with a nod and got his backpack on. A smile spread to his lips as he turned to look at you. “Have fun, though. I’ll be back in the evening.”

“Sure thing,” you grinned and wished him a good day before returning to your lunch with a small pout on your lips. ‘We’re best friends first, there’s plenty of other things to do than fuck…’

Some hours later Junhui arrived at your place with two takeaway coffees, one of which he handed you with a grin. “I got your favorite.”

“Thank you,” you smiled and let out a content sigh when you smelled the drink. “Can’t go wrong with this.”

“Nope,” he hummed and followed you to your room, where he took one of his textbooks out and got comfortable on your bed.

You looked at him while sipping on your coffee and tilted your head. “Are we going to just study today?”

“We can play some games if you want to, too,” Junhui replied with slightly raised eyebrows and blindly opened his textbook as his eyes were more focused on yours.

’See, best friends’, you thought to yourself with a smile and nodded. “I’ll gladly kick your ass at a game when studying gets too much.”

“In your dreams,” he laughed and shook his head while you got your books out, too, and lied down on your bed with your feet slightly on Junhui’s lap.

The two of you studied in comfortable silence while taking sips of your drinks every now and then as well as quietly complaining about some difficult concepts or boring pages. You were almost surprised with how productive you were able to be despite being with your best friend, but you supposed a lot had to do with the fact that you weren’t able to see his face.

After all, had you gone to a library or the like, studying would’ve been impossible due to all the weird faces Junhui would make, which would always make you amused and you’d end up joining him at it.

Throughout reading, Junhui had slowly been moving his hand up and down your calf, and you hadn’t paid much mind to it.

It was only when his hand began sliding higher and higher that you quirked your eyebrow, and when his fingers began sliding under your jean shorts, you turned to look at him.

“Junhui?” you asked with a cocked eyebrow and watched him lick his lips as his eyes moved up and down your thighs.

“I can’t focus,” he mumbled and continued stroking the back of your thigh slowly.

Snorting, you got up on your elbows. “Should I sit up, too, then?”

“I think it’s too late,” he said nonchalantly and moved his gaze back to his textbook despite not being able to focus on anything that was written in it.

“What do you mean?” you inquired with a small frown and sat up. Junhui moved his textbook further to his knees, which allowed you to see the obvious tent in his fitted sweatpants, which in turn made your mouth water a little. “Oh.”

Junhui merely nodded with a small smile playing on his lips while you tried to make up your mind.

You let out a sigh and moved closer to him on your bed until you could take his textbook away from him and were able to palm him lightly through his pants with your lips pressed to his neck. “I guess I should help you out, then?”

“Maybe,” he replied, nearly purred, and placed his hand on your thigh.

Smiling, you leaned in to kiss him as you began palming him properly. Junhui’s breathing was starting to get heavier, and as he continued getting harder under your touch, his hold of your thigh also got tighter.

“More,” Junhui whispered and gently led your hand into his pants, and you smirked as you pushed them down on him enough to pull the waistbands of his pants and boxers down to have his cock out. When you wrapped your hand around his hard cock, he hissed and shut his eyes. “Yes.”

“Just enjoy,” you whispered and moved down to kiss his neck, grinning when you felt him already trying to buck into your hand a little. “You’re always so impatient.”

“Because it’s you,” Junhui grunted and gasped for air when you, with a devilish grin on your lips, ran your thumb over the tip of his cock, where a bead of pre-cum was forming. “Y/N.”

“Yes?” you hummed and started stroking him with fairly slow, well-planned movements of your fist.

“You’re a tease,” he said quietly and looked down, only to bite down on his lower lip when he saw how your hand looked when you stroked him. Somehow the visual element only added to his pleasure, and it made him moan.

“Like you aren’t,” you pointed out and nibbled on his neck lightly. Adding a slight twist of your wrist to your moving hand, you smiled against his skin. “Or who was it that made me beg for his cock several times the other day?”

“Me,” Junhui replied smugly, his lips tugging into a smirk. “It was worth it.”

“Can’t disagree,” you said quietly and continued kissing Junhui’s neck while stroking him steadily and paying additional attention to the head of his cock every now and then, knowing that that was exactly where he was sensitive. You weren’t disappointed this time, either, when you had him hissing and bucking into your hand when you thumbed his slit gently.

You continued talking about sexual things quietly, and while that made you aroused, too, it also did wonders on Junhui, who, while you told him about how you had had to please yourself the other night when he had been busy with a long essay, came over your knuckles and grunted your name.

You smiled at how spent he looked as you wiped your hand on a tissue you got from your desk, and it was only moments later that Junhui wanted to repay you, and so you were lying on your back with your legs spread with him eating you out eagerly and eventually lapping at your release as you bucked into his mouth needily.

After you had both cooled down the two of you were able to return to your books, but only for a few hours. Your mind was continuously distracted by what you were, and two hours after returning to studying you and Junhui just lay down on your bed side by side.

You broke the comfortable yet expectant silence hanging over you when you cleared your throat a little.

There was no going around it; you’d just go straight to the point, as blunt as it may be.

“Do you think we have too much sex?” you asked quietly and got a snort from Junhui.

“Is that a real concern?” he asked and looked at you with a grin that died down a little when you looked back at him with a serious expression. “Well… define too much.”

“Like… are we fuckbuddies or are we still best friends?” you mumbled and moved your gaze away from his eyes again, sighing quietly. “It sounds dumb when I put it like that.”

“It’s not dumb,” Junhui reassured you with a small shake of his head and hummed. “If you ask me, you’re just… my best friend whom I really enjoy having sex with. You know I care about you a lot, right?”

“Yeah, but…” you sighed and moved closer to him on the bed. “I don’t want to lose my best friend. I don’t want this to be just sex.”

“It’s not just sex, though?” he noted with a small frown on his face. “We go to the arcade and study and go to parties and hang out just like we did before.”

“Yes, and more often than not those activities will end up with us fucking,” you deadpanned and pouted a little. “Would you still be here if they didn’t?”

“Y/N, it’s not like I need sex,” he chuckled quietly and looked at you almost shyly. “It’s just that you get me going and it’s fun with you, so as long as you’re up for it, I’m in. If you want to do it less, then that’s what we do.”

You stared at him, and with each passing second, the small smile that had made its way to your lips only widened. “Really?”

“Really,” Junhui grinned and laughed when you cuddled up to him happily.

Ironic or not, having the reassurance that your relationship wasn’t too heavily based on the sex made you feel as though having as much of it as you felt like was more than okay.

At the end of the day he was still the dork with a quirky sense of humor who knew you the best and who you felt most comfortable being around, and as it turned out, that was not going to change anytime soon.

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Lights, Camera, Action?

TOMMY CONLON ONE-SHOT

Characters: Tommy Conlon/Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Explicit Sexual Content. Language. Slightly dominating male. Public sex.

Summary: Tommy is coaxed into making a PR appearance for an upcoming tournament, and needs to let off some steam before smiling for the cameras. When you deny him, that need only grows for Tommy, leaving him no choice but to take matters into his own hands.

Word Count: 2,395

You had been dabbling recently with an edgier sense of fashion, and after careful consideration (and several grueling hours of window shopping) decided on a timeless black strapless jumpsuit. The fit wasn’t tackily form fitting, but hugged your waist tastefully and ever-so-slightly complimented your modest chest. Thankful for Tommy’s sufficient height, you slid on the backstrap of a rather heighted stiletto while tucking a loose wave of hair behind your ear.

“Fuck me....” you heard his gravelly undertone huff from behind, sounding as if the sight he beheld literally exhausted him to look at.

“Tommy Conlon!” Standing straight, you turned to discover his sulky arms crossed in the entryway of the bathroom, shaking his head with a sinful upward turn of his mouth.

He was a vision every day in faded sweats sitting on the v-cut of his hips, and a probably torn t-shirt. But the man was absolutely murderous in a suit on the rare occasion he was somehow coaxed into wearing one. No one forced Tommy to do a single thing that he didn’t want to, but occasionally you could pout your mouth just right, and maybe persuade him into a thing or two.

“That was a demand, not an observation, y’know…” he said, sauntering toward you with a lip pinched between his slightly uneven top row of teeth. He began to pull lightly at the top button of his crisp white shirt that contrasted his tanned skinned like sunshine and moonlight, readying himself for the very act he had suggested.

“Ah, ah, ah! Freeze,” you warned him with one ample finger to the exposed, hot flesh between his collarbones. “We’re already late, and I didn’t buy this outfit for nothing.”

The pair of you were to attend a PR event for a summer tournament Tommy was participating in, and his trainer threatened to pull him from the card if he couldn’t put on a professional face and make his requested appearance. So tonight, he’d resentfully wag you around on his arm, rolling his gray eyes every time the cameras flashed, and you would definitely take shameless advantage of the impressively stocked open bar.

He chivalrously escorted you down the brick stairs of your duplex and opened the passenger side of his newly purchased, classic model Mustang. It was a purchase he had made hastily with one of the first checks from an impressive victory, and spent overly excessive amounts of time rebuilding it to it’s full potential. The dark hues of the four-wheeled stallion suited Tommy faultlessly. Dark, potentially dangerous, and seeping with raw sexuality.

His thick fingers brushed away your long, chestnut waves to one side exposing a July sun-kissed shoulder where he placed a sticky, lingering kiss. You heard an airy chuckle in close proximity to your ear, no doubt knowing it was a reaction to the rash-like chills he instigated all over your body.

“How you gonna hold out on my lookin’ like this, Y/N? You know I ain’t gonna be able to behave…” the always animalistic aroused man filled his grasping paw with the swell of your taut backside.

Tommy was uncontrollably sexual from nearly sunrise, to sunset. Not that it was a complaint per say to have the likes of a statuesque man such as him fawning over you constantly. But you were all too familiar with the twisted, sensual games he liked to play when you attempted the valiant effort to muster up the courage and turn him down. The night was still very young, and already Tommy had on his best game face.

Upon starting the car to back carefully from your driveway, he leaned to place a hot hand just north of your knee. You assumed it was his request to hold your hand on the drive, but when the veined hand in question squeezed agonizingly tight, and deliberate you knew those suspicions were far from correct. Shifting in your seat, you mocked your movements to appear as if merely adjusting into a more comfortable position, careful to stifle the airy squeak of desire from your throat. But, resulting from the nervous squirms, your seatbelt strap had minimally exposed a teasing peak of your breast, pulling open the u-shaped sweetheart neck of your jumpsuit. As if smelling out the accidental uncovering of cleavage, Tommy lifted finger to trace teasingly upon the curve of your bosom leaving one hand safely on the wheel.

“You tryin’ to get me to pull this car over, are ya’?” Tommy wiggled awkwardly in his own seat, drawing attention to the very clear outline of the pulsing member thru the confines of his slacks. He licked his wanton mouth like a lapping kitten, and laid his head frustratingly upon the headrest.

Unconsciously, your mind began testing strategies on how he could take you in the car considering the inconvenience of your one-piece outfit, when you suddenly felt a whispering breeze of air on your chest. Taking advantage of your clearly distracted state, Tommy had finagled a way to pull down your top and was now rolling and tugging at your standing nipples.

“To… Tom. Tommy, are you crazy?! Someone could see,” you weakly scolded him behind closed eyes and a lulling tongue. Your body reacted by tensing like stone, but somehow your legs felt as tottering as Jello.

“Why d’ya think I got the darkest window tint on this car, baby? Ain’t nobody gonna get a sight of these creamy tits but me. I promise.” He continued the sinister rubs of his hands, and you felt the speed of the car slowly declining while the passing headlights seemed to speed furthermore.

When your mushed brain was able to relay the message to open your eyes, Tommy was easing the car into a corner parking space at a park in close proximity to the conference hall where the event was being held. Once placing the gear to the “P” on the dash, he searched the side of his seat for the lever to scoot himself further from the steering wheel of the car. Clearing making room for whatever tantric scenario he was rehearsing in his mind.

“You gonna crawl on outta that little outfit, or you plan on makin’ me tear it open to get what I been wantin’?”

You couldn’t look away from his delicious, hypnotizing stares and remained unmoved where you sat, breasts still catching the light of a full moon, and the green haze of the radio dials. Taking way more time than he saw fit, he opened his door exiting the car. Sitting awestruck and panting there alone in the still running vehicle, a sea of confusion drowned you. But suddenly, when a dark figure loomed on the outside of your murky, tinted window and nearly ripped the door from the hinges upon opening, it all made sense.

The impossibly broad man grasped you gently, but purposefully about the wrist and guided you to raise from your seat. You instinctively reached to shield your naked torso from the possible wondering eyes, but then noticed the vacant lot around you. Tommy was no fool, nor amateur to these racy situations, and he brought the two of you to this particular place knowing the solitary location. It was no accident you wound up here. He sluggishly discarded his suit jacket to your now empty seat, and unfastened his belt as he calmly relocated to the front end of the black sports car.

His lack of vocal explanations made you shutter with orgasmic exhilaration, knowing whatever Tommy planned would have you perspiring and writhing at some point in the exchange.

“C’mere, Y/N. I need some’n from ya’.” The headlights of the car had been shut off, but the dim orange of parking lights highlighted the calm demeanor across Tommy’s slightly scruffy face.

Wise, and aroused enough to not protest, your heels clacked boldly against the cracking chunks of blacktop below you as you followed the delectable mans’ orders. You should’ve been properly accustomed to your beau and his otherworldly visual aesthetics by now, but it seemed he had made a dirty deal with father time himself, and only got more handsome with age.

“And what makes you think I’m just going to hand over whatever it is than you need, Mr. Conlon?” You cooed, dragging lower the upper half of your clothing, now revealing the feminine skin just below your navel.

He lifted you then with little effort onto the hood heated by the smothering summer air, flat on your exposed back, stuffing his hands inside the rolled up mess of your jumpsuit to tug your legs from it. His eyes glazed with rigorous, carnal desire when he was met with only bare flesh underneath your clothing.

“Wha’ do we have here then, hm? Somebody was askin’ for a lil’ romp wi’ me by the looks of it.” He chuckled sultrily. His Pittsburgh lilt coming through more dominant as it usually did in when he was kidnapped by unmanageable lust.

“Don’t flatter yourself, mister. It was strictly for…… comfort purposes,” you attempted a logical excuse, but the tilting nod of his head gave way that he knew for certain the cheeky gesture was intended only to rile him.

Tommy lifted one of your petite legs to lay atop his shoulder and kissed the protruding ankle bone next to his mouth. Never missing a beat, he lazily slid his nose up the line of your calf, knee, mid-thigh, seemingly to inhale your aroma like a predatory jungle cat. His tongue almost unnoticeably stuck from between his lips, leaving a trail of saliva upon your skin to catch the effects of the breezy night wind. Your breathing pattern hitched when two coarse fingers sketched a tickling trail between your now parted southern lips, and Tommy exhaled a breathy laugh of giddy passion.

“By the feel of this slick spot between ya’ thighs, I think you’re gonna be just fine with givin’ me what it is I need from ya’, little girl.” One of the assaulting fingers curled inside your warm entrance, and the other unhurriedly followed suit. The bustle of passing freeway traffic only a short mile or two distance from us only augmented the allure of the already risky situation, and you knew Tommy’s adrenaline was indeed off the charts.

A heated moan of welcome danced from your lips as your back arched further into his slow-pounding hand, all the while the car beneath you rocked rhythmically with his motions. Licks like tepid bath water poured over the lobe of your ear and the pulse in your neck, and you felt slight twitches take over your legs.

“Tommy, I’m almost there. I wanna feel you, please…”

I knew I wouldn’t need to beg. Tommy didn’t care how you got your release as long as he was the cause, so he wouldn’t have any arguments in satisfying you with another member of his body.

He kept a thumb perfectly pressured on your begging clit while smoothly taking down his zipper.

“I guess I oughta get these outta the way, huh. Since I know you’ll go ‘n make a mess of ‘em,” he teased dropping the dark navy shade of his pants just above his knees.

He yanked you sternly and eagerly lower on the hood, evening himself up to the desired target before entering at a torturously slow pace. Thankful in that instant you had decided on loose, relaxed hair for the evening considering the rutting, flailing movements of your head. Tommy never closed his eyes when the two of you made love, afraid he may miss the bounce of your perfectly portioned breasts, or the needful way you gnawed on your lip almost drawing blood when he grazed your internal sweet spot.

“That’s what my girl likes, ain’t it? Tell me, baby. How’s that feelin’?” He antagonized with a furrowed, smiling brow. Tommy was a man of few words in the public eye, but an explicit poet in the bedroom, and he expected the same of his partner.

He knew your body as well as he knew the pages of an MMA rulebook, so he understood fully just how stupidly crazy those slow thrusts made you. He said you were the first woman he’d known to go ‘fuckin’ ape shit’ with hard, drawn-out movements rather than the sloppy, highspeed pumps. But he quickly grew to love himself those less exaggerated speeds, and found a happy medium to suit you both.

The modest leg coverage of your clothing choice would be necessary when he was done with you, feeling the aches of fingerprint bruises already embedded into your thighs. The marks of crescent moons would still be lingering there tomorrow, a naughty reminder of how powerfully possessive Tommy was.

“Just like that, Tom. I’m getting so close. You’re so good, babe,” I showered his ego with unashamed compliments, feeling a tight knot tangling in my lower belly.

He pulled you up to rest on your elbows, desiring a plainer view of the contorted screams of orgasm that impended closely, then nearly knocked you unconscious with the strike of his kiss.

A shrieking cry pulsed from inside you, followed by the increased cadence of his in and out movements, announcing his own guttural explosion. Tommy’s head lilted backwards facing the open sky, and from my point of view, he resembled a feverish werewolf calling out to the fullness of the moon.

“Much betta. Now maybe I won’t lose my shit and break some reporters nose at this fuckin’ thing,” he stated while offering you a hand in aid as you scooted to drop onto the ground.

“Would you mind handing me some clothes, Conlon. I’d prefer not to get arrested tonight for public indecency.” You tiptoed for a kiss as the man offered an open leg of the jumpsuit for you to step into.

The two of you giggled like law-breaking teenagers the entire night, feeling sly that no one in the room knew about the very public ravishing that had taken place just hours earlier. Tommy seemed annoyed, yet controlled amongst the vast media questioning and countless photo-ops, and you gave yourself the proverbial pat on the back for probably being the cause of such. All the while in your mind, you amped up for the next public event he’d drag you to, wondering whether these bathroom doors had locks on them.

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Hey girl. I dunno if you’re raking requests or not but if you are could I request another Tchalla/Nakia fic where it’s post-snap and the snap is reversed so everyone comes back, and Tchalla and Nakia have this emotional reunion but the real reunion happens when they’re finally alone for the whole night? Thanks ma!

I do requests! I just don’t advertise it, but I’ll consider any polite asks lol. But here is a quick something for you. The snap is still a fresh sore spot for me, so I hope you don’t mind I don’t get dirty in this one, but the love is there!

A King named Snapback

“SHIT!” Okoye yells as she falls to on the sand pit in the lab. M’Baku helps her up but she bats him away.

“I am fine. But I lost sight of the fight. Something severely damaged the remote aircraft.” Okoye goes over to a window and looks outside.

“Maybe you should’ve gone with them up there in the atmosphere.” M’Baku offers, joining her at the window.

“Tsk! Shooting myself up into space in a manned aircraft that’s manufactured in a style we haven’t operated since the 90s? Let them figure that one out, I am not turning myself into an asteroid for their cause. They brought their problems here and didn’t even offer to replant the grass!” Okoye rants.

M’Baku grips his staff in front of him purposefully. “Your words sound familiar…like the ones of an estranged love…”

Okoye waves him off, looking further into the sky. “If anyone should have been turned to dust, it should have been him!”

Footsteps approach behind them belonging to Nakia.

“Okoye, what happened? Is the fight over yet?”

“Not yet. The purple one was being bombarded until that gauntlet activated again and ruined our ship. It is nearly destroyed, I just hope they can do it.”

Nakia crosses her arms, anxiously pacing the floor. “Do you know if we can get another ship to them in time? Maybe several! Shuri’s notes should be around somewhere about it…”

M’Baku speaks up. “We would not have time to do that, not for as long as Okoye was fighting in there. It is a big mess, we are lucky to still be here as is. If anything we must start to think about ourselves again and what this outcome means to our survival.”

“We’ve barely kept our head above water for this past year. The tribes are still in shambles having their populations cut so dramatically and elders being replaced hastily. Our vibranium deposits are lessened and our borders completely cut off from the rest of the world. There is only so much more that we can do.” Okoye rambles.

Nakia breathes out deeply. “It has been too long. We haven’t had a royal descendant head this nation since T’Challa and….Shuri were both….” Nakia’s voice hitches on their words, beginning to tremble as it fades out. The room fell silent between the three, all affected by power of Thanos and left to fend for themselves to piece back together some normalcy.

The throne was not filled officially. The remaining elders and shaman folk were at odds on how to replace T’Challa’s leadership so soon after regaining the throne from Erik. The priority of their time and effort was spent on instead cleaning up the destruction left behind from the battle with the space creatures, and making sure their people still had the necessities to keep the country alive.

“So we will wait on updates regarding the others still fighting, but all we can do is pray that this will come to an end and go about our business here, as always.” Nakia says softly. She has been a strong backbone for everyone but it was not an easy load for her to carry.

With M’Baku’s and Okoye’s help, they had made great strides for Wakanda’s reconstruction, but when the business calmed down and she was left to her own mind, all she could think about was T’Challa and what he must be going through, if he was even still alive. Okoye described to her what happened, but Nakia still couldn’t believe Bast would take him after all he had went through before.

“Eh, what is that there?” M’Baku points with his staff by the window. Nakia and Okoye look out unsure.

“Is it one of those creatures with the blue blood?” Okoye asks, preparing herself with her spear in hand.

Nakia holds a hand up for pause. “No, it’s crawling slowly. How would it get past the barriers?”

“I will go and look. You both may join me if it’s your choice.” M’Baku says before heading down to the flatlands to inspect the unknown intruder. Nakia and Okoye can’t sit idly by and follow close behind.

Once they reach the clearing, the shape becomes more clear. Clad in black, tightly fitting around their body.

“Bast! Have the ancestors gifted us a miracle??” Okoye asks, completely flabbergasted by what she is seeing.

“T’CHALLA!” Nakia screams, running toward his body with all the speed she could muster. She does a baseball slide next to him, running her hands along his back softly.

“T’Challa, speak to us. Are you hurt?” M’Baku kneels down and asks as Okoye and Nakia take their time to flip T’Challa over to face them. His color is pale, and somewhat smaller framed, but alive and breathing.

Nakia feels for his pulse in his neck when his eyes begin to flutter open. “Nakia…”

Nakia’s eyes blur from tears that she quickly tries to bat away. “Yes, I am here with you. Finally, you’re back!”

He strains to sit up, which Okoye scolds quickly. “You stay there, kumkani. I will call the Dora to-”

Her voice cuts off when she looks off across the clearing again. People were beginning to show again. Randomly generating back to the grounds, their bodies moved slowly but they were all alive and back home one by one.

“HAHA!! Wakanda is back! My Jabari are coming home!” M’Baku exclaims as he heads thru the crowd to claim some of his men.

Nakia hooks her arm through T’Challa’s to help bring him to standing. “T’Challa, let’s get you to seek emergency care.”

“Where….Shuri.” T’Challa asks gruffly before coughing up a storm. Nakia looks at him with concern.

“We haven’t seen her since you disappeared.”

“All is well! Look who is back!” Okoye gleams as M’Baku carries an exhausted Shuri in his arms.

Nakia becomes overwhelmed with joy. The pressures of the past year melt away in an instant as things appear to go back to normal again. Hopefully the majority of folks were not permanently affected.

T’Challa looks up to see his sister. “Shuri!”

“She is going to be ok. She is just as well as you are.” M’Baku states as T’Challa looks her over in his arms.

“I am assembling help to treat those coming back. T’Challa and Shuri should go up to the lab for private exams.” Okoye says.

“Do you need me on the ground here?” Nakia asks.

“You go with T’Challa, I have this. M’Baku, be careful with the princess.” Okoye warns before heading back to the crowd of unsnapped individuals.

In the lab, M’Baku sets Shuri down and wishes them well before returning to help the folks on the ground. Nakia holds on to T’Challa’s hand as health technicians take his vitals and hook him up with patches and fast acting tablets to boost his nutrition and immunity levels. T’Challa checks in with Nakia periodically.

“How were you?” T’Challa asks sleepily.

“I am fine, it is you we need to think about right now.” Nakia says.

“How were you?” T’Challa asks again and Nakia finally gets it. Her mouth quivers a bit as T’Challa squeezes her hand tightly.

“I managed. This was exponentially worse than before when I…we thought I lost you. Then, I still had everyone else I knew here with me to set me confidence in and plan for the future. T’Challa, we not only lost you, but the princess and HALF of our people. I have never seen the country so quiet and bleak.” Nakia says shaking her head.

T’Challa’s hand reaches her cheek. “Thank Bast it is over now.”

“How can you be sure of that? What happened when you were gone? Do you remember?”

T’Challa looks off into the distance going blank in the face. “It was….dark. Completely absent of light but the sounds I heard were loud, distorted and heinous. I heard suffering and torture, but no one in sight so I was no help to them. I swear I was on the brink of insanity, I called the ancestors as often as I could concentrate but it was the first time I truly felt forsaken.” T’Challa’s jaw tightens thinking back to his predicament.

Nakia swallows the rock in her throat, fighting back her emotions as much as she could. “I couldn’t help you this time. There was no way any of us could help you. I’m so sorry T’Challa.”

He shakes his head lightly and tuts at Nakia. “Do not do that. You are not to blame for any of this. You did exactly what I needed you to do. Keep calm, and take care of Wakanda.”

“You are Wakanda to me. Without you, after everything that has happened…I can’t lose you again T’Challa.” Nakia whimpers, holding her face in her hands and getting up. As she walks away a group of shaman elders come, adorned in their purple garments.

“Kumkani, we must bring you to the garden area to restore you.” One says as two help him up on either side of him.

“Nakia, wait.” T’Challa calls after her.

Nakia stops but doesn’t turn around. “I am not use to this, T’Challa. I need a moment to process you being back and knowing this isn’t a dream, but you better go and build back your strength. I won’t tell you twice.” Nakia warns him before walking out.

T’Challa lays back on his exam bed thoughtfully. He sees where Nakia is coming from, but is she ready to see for herself?

“Get him out of my lab so I can properly rest.”Shuri groans drowsily in her canopy off to the side.

T’Challa smirks at her small frame bundled up in border tribe blankets. “Rest well, sister.”

Later that evening, Nakia sits in the royal chambers staring out of an opening in the room overseeing the landscape of Wakanda. More lights were shone in the buildings and streets than there had been for a while. She breathed in deeply the night air, peacefully coming back to the idea of normal.

The bed shifts beside her as she turns to see T’Challa joining beside her.

“Are you well?” Nakia asks in a flat tone.

T’Challa leans his elbows in his knees looking out in the same direction as she is. “I am. I needed some time with my father again in the ancestral plane, and the elders cooked a good meal to bring back my strength. I was hoping to see you there at dinner as well.”

Nakai can feel T’Challa’s eyes on her but she would not meet his gaze. “I know but, I was not ready. It’s just…so soon.”

“Do you wish I was gone for longer?” T’Challa asks with a smile in his voice.

“Don’t joke like that!” Nakia hisses, tensing up. “Everyone was gone, so many things we had to start from scratch. The vibranium mines are backed up with materials, the river irrigation system is only partly functioning. I have so much to consider-”

“Nakia.” T’Challa says with soft command, grabbing her wrist to bring her hand into his gently. Her eyes fall to his action, falling silent from her rambling.

“Nakia, you have done exactly what you always do: take charge and lead others.”

“No. I watch out for myself. As a spy, I am on solo missions all the time, I work well alone. There’s no one else to look after and depend on, it’s easier that way.”

“You aren’t selfish, Nakia. You’re the least selfish individual I know. You are very important and have been for a long time.”

“I know, that is why I am a War Dog and representative for my tribe.” Nakia says matter-of-factly.

T’Challa runs his fingers along her knuckles carefully, drawing small circles on her skin. “I do not mean you are important to only the country, Nakia. You are important to me. You have saved my life twice now.”

“I did not this time, that’s what I’m saying!” Nakia says.

“You did. With the time you spent here. You stayed, you didn’t give up despite my absence.”

“I couldn’t make myself believe you were dead.” Nakia whispers, looking into his eyes tearfully.

“I never was. Neither time was I, and you pushed on.”

Nakia found it hard to shake her feeling of uncertainty. “T’Challa, how do we do this?”

T’Challa sighs deeply. “With patience, faith.”

Nakia bites her lip, resting her head on T’Challa’s shoulder. “And if you leave again, what should I do?”

“I wouldn’t worry about that. I never go very far.” T’Challa says, wrapping his arm around her. Their bodies soften into one another.

“I know, I just never expected to have to worry about your death so soon. And back to back at that, tsk.”

“You have much more willpower than I could imagine having inside of me. You do not give up, therefore I do not give up. You are the spirit I carry in my heart to keep going. How can I fail?”

Nakia give T’Challa a small smile, reaching for the back of his neck, giving it a light massage. “When you fight, I will fight twice as hard.”

T’Challa yawns stretching dramatically. “Then you must be very tired, fighting with me all day is exhausting.”

“We are not fighting! I love you too much too much lay a hand on you.” T’Challa pauses, only smiling for a few seconds, making Nakia nervous. “What?”

“You love me, you say?” T’Challa questions.

“That is no secret, T’Challa.” Nakia answers.

“No and I love you too.” T’Challa says, leaning in to softly kiss Nakia’s lips. Nakia feels herself shake a little, overwhelmed by his gentle touch. She dreamed many nights for this day to come, and if this happened to be another one, she prayed she never awaken again.

“…but I don’t love you too much to keep my hands off of you.” T’Challa quips, feeling along her thighs, through a slit in her dress.

Nakia’s hands snake around his neck, filled with bliss. “Don’t you dare take them away.”

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