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The Birds & The Bees (S.R. | Pt. 3)

Summary: Reader earns her nickname, and Spencer sinks to a new level of sin. A/N: Here, take your first dose of smut 💊 ✨ Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Slow Burn (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Drinking, alcohol, masturbation (male) Word Count: 5.3k

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If I had to pick my favorite thing about working for Spencer Reid, it would probably be something that most people wouldn’t expect. Sure, it was nice to be able to work with a human encyclopedia, and he was definitely very nice to look at, but neither of those things contributed to my love for my job.

It was the sense of belonging. An overwhelming feeling of serenity that existed, flowing freely beneath the surface like a network of roots twined together. I never felt out of place when I was with Spencer — which couldn’t be said for basically any other time. Especially not now.

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays because it’s just absurd. You harass your neighbors while dressed in a costume and they reward you with something sweet (or, in some cases, change). As I’ve grown older, not much has changed aside from the creativity and length of the costumes.

... and the sweet treats being replaced by the bitter sting of alcohol.

“You do realize that guy was hitting on you in there, right?” my friend shouted from less than a foot to my right.

“He was just being nice.”

“Yeah... in a bar,” another girl chimed in, “On Halloween.”

I tried to remember the face of the man they were talking about, but my memory of his eyes blended into the flashing lights of the club. Even if I wasn’t drunk, I knew it would have been hard to remember him. Because the truth was that he wasn’t the person I wanted to see when I closed my eyes.

“Leave her alone. She’s trying to stay pure for her professor,” my friend snickered.

Despite the treachery, I still caught her before she almost pushed us both straight off the curb in her drunken state. But it wasn’t her opinion I was worried about, because at that point, I was certain she would remember none of it by the time class rolled around come Monday. It was our other acquaintance that I responded to, with a very squeaky and unreliable, “I am not doing that!”

“Yeah, what she wants isn’t pure at all,” the mess on my shoulder droned. That was enough of a reason for me to drop her, although it really resulted in both of us barely staying on our feet on the somewhat crowded sidewalk.

“Stop! It’s not like that!”

“Sure it’s not.”

Then, something else caught her attention. Knowing her, I figured that it was either a man in a scandalous costume, or it was a two for one drink deal plastered in front of a bar. I assumed it was the latter, because as soon as she finished talking, she grabbed hold of our hands and yanked us against the brick wall of the next bar.

“So you wouldn’t mind if, theoretically, Professor Reid saw you in your costume?” she asked.

I like to think that I am a relatively smart girl. After all, I had made my way to graduate school, and Spencer seemed to think that I wasn’t a complete hopeless idiot. But in that moment, I couldn’t understand why on earth she would ever think to ask me that.

Running my hands over the fuzzy pink bodysuit I was wearing, I tried to picture his reaction. As soon as I tried to look down, however, the two floppy bunny ears affixed to the hood dropped over my eyes.

“I-I mean, I guess not…?” I mumbled, my face growing hot from something other than the alcohol, “I’m wearing it in public, so...”

But then she said it — the most terrifying two words I’d ever heard in my life.

“Okay – good.”

My eyes shot up immediately, trying to follow her eyes through the crowd of drunk, costumed people. By the time that I spotted him, somewhat thankfully dressed in normal clothes, I was powerless to stop it.

“Dr. Reid!” My friend’s voice rang out into the night, “Dr. Reid, come over here!”

The moment our eyes met, I knew I was fucked. Totally, completely, and utterly fucked. A clever little grin filled his cheeks as he quickly spotted me trying to hide under my hood.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I shrieked, but he was already on his way over.

“You said you didn’t mind!”

In a panicked whisper, I bit back, “I didn’t say call him over here!”

When he grew closer, though, I corrected myself. Because it was not just Spencer who was walking over. There was someone else with him. Another man, just as tall and just as beautiful as Spencer, but with a dark complexion and an even more wicked smile.

As for my company, they had already scattered into the bar behind me, leaving me with a wordless, dumbstruck look on my face that was very poorly hidden behind bunny ears.

“H-hey Prof— Dr. Reid,” I managed to get out.

“Hey,” he answered in a tone I’d never heard before. A slightly guarded, very entertained but mostly awkward stretch of the vowel.

The man beside him, however, was quick to question.

“Who’s this?”

As I said before, I like to consider myself a relatively bright person. But the alcohol that night had been both free and strong. So, when I was asked by a handsome man who I was on the Devil’s night, I answered honestly.

“I’m a bunny!” I cried, bringing my hands together over my chest and turning to present the small pink pompom affixed to my lower back.

“I can see that,” the stranger replied through a genuine chuckle. But while the action was amusing to at least two of us in the conversation, Spencer looked mortified. It wasn’t necessarily negative, though.

I couldn’t be sure, of course, considering that I had already consumed more liquor that night than I had in the past month, but something told me that Spencer was less humiliated by me, and more worried about how blatant his response to my answer was. Because when he spoke, he did so through a smile.

“She’s uh... my teaching assistant.”

“Teaching assistant, huh?” his friend repeated, clearly amused.

There was almost a challenge to the title. Something about the way he said it setting my heart into overdrive. Unable to control my own treacherous tongue, I continued to dig myself a wonderfully sized hole to jump in to.

“I’m also very good at hopping,” I said.

Once again, the better company of the two laughed. Spencer, however, covered his smile with a hand that brought attention to just how red his face had grown over the course of a few seconds. I was so distracted by it, lost in the way I could still see upturned lips just from his eye shape alone, that I failed to acknowledge the other man for a suspicious length of time.

“Well hey, don’t let me get in the way of you two catching up. Reid, I’ll go tell the hostess we’re here, so the others know where to go.”

With a firm pat on the shoulder, the man almost turned to walk away. But before he could, I drew him back again.

“Ooh, is there a party?”

Spencer, finally able to speak again, rushed his reply.

“No, it’s nothing.”

It was obviously not nothing, though. Judging by the toothy grin that his friend flashed, it was a very big not-nothing.

“Did he not tell you?” he asked with an incredulous, mischievous tone, “It’s his birthday.”

And it was, by far, the most insulting, scandalous news I’d heard that night. Enough to elicit a sharp gasp and hand reaching out to grab his wrist in a way I knew I shouldn’t have.

“You didn’t tell me it’s your birthday!”

My mind was racing, kicking myself for having not figured it out sooner. I was trying to recall the monthly staff newsletter, but then quickly remembered that I usually relied on Spencer to summarize them for me.

“It’s not my birthday,” he explained with a sigh, “It was a few days ago.”

His friend seemed pleased by my response, although he clearly saw it dwindling. My heels had already dropped back down with my hands that fell away, signaling a very different emotion than the excitement from seconds prior.

“We’re meeting up with some people for drinks and dinner. You want to come?” he asked, trying to convince me before it was too late.

But the moment had passed, replaced by loud, insecure ranting that insisted that Spencer wouldn’t have avoided telling me his birthday unless he didn’t want me to know. That meant he either didn’t enjoy making a fuss out of his birthday, or he didn’t want me to, specifically.

“Uhh...”

“Don’t answer that,” Spencer cut in, swiftly raising a hand to dismiss the other man whose name I finally learned. “Thanks Derek, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Suit yourself,” he mumbled back. But Derek, in all of his disappointment, didn’t fail to draw out one more flustered laugh from the two of us who remained as he gave a tiny half-wave and sang, “Goodbye, Bunny.”

Spencer’s neck craned back, never once leaving his friend until he had safely entered the restaurant. Once he was sure that he was safe from ridicule, or at least observation, his entire demeanor changed.

“I’m sorry about that,” he offered, but I couldn’t accept. If anyone had been a bother here, it was me (and my friends).

“No, I’m sorry I bothered you!” I rushed.

The silence stretched between us, an unsettling reminder that we rarely interacted outside of work. That he’d never known me to party, and I’d never thought of him doing something as routine and normal as celebrating a birthday. It shouldn’t have been strange, but it was.

Perhaps that feeling was what drove me to continue, proudly stating, “I promise that I will have all your work ready first thing in the morning.”

It wasn’t until Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed and his mouth opened in a strange, lopsided grin that I’d realized I made a mistake.

“Um...” he spoke through laughter, “Tomorrow is Saturday.”

“I’m very motivated?”

Thankfully, he saw the humiliation and was happy to offer me a graceful escape from my humiliation. “How about I give you until Tuesday, instead?”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best, huh?”

I gladly took it, staring down at my heels as I tried to find anything else to focus on. Anything that wasn’t his eyes that seemed even more powerful after dark. But true to the magnetism I always experienced in his vicinity, I was drawn back into golden irises full of an emotion that made my heart beat twice as hard.

“Where did your friends go?” he asked. I didn’t trust myself to answer, so I just threw my thumb over my shoulder and towards the bar behind me. I didn’t turn away from him then, too scared to acknowledge that I would be leaving him soon. That we would go our separate ways again and I would have to wait until Tuesday to drown in the honey of his eyes again.

Sure enough, Spencer gave a solemn nod and cleared his throat before mumbling, “Right. You should probably go find them, so they don’t get worried.”

But I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay with him, the rest of the world be damned. I wanted to feel his eyes on me longer, especially when they started to wander my figure that I’d secretly hoped he would see.

I could pretend to hate my friend for calling him over all I wanted, but when I slipped into the costume hours earlier, I’d wondered what he would do if he saw me like this. And now that the answer was in front of me, torn between the exposed skin of my thighs and chest, I wanted to experience it for as long as possible.

With my fingers on the zipper to try and calm my heart, the inebriation manifested in soft giggles as I replied, “I think I’m pretty safe with you, Professor.”

Spencer didn’t need to vocalize his disagreement. I saw his contention in the form of wayward eyes falling to my hands that fiddled with the tiny piece of plastic keeping me covered. When they trailed back up the zipper teeth to meet my eyes again, they were filled with a hunger that took my breath away.

Unfortunately for us, though, our smitten haze wasn’t shared by anyone else in the vicinity. Especially not the drunk pack of men who passed, completely unaware of the amount of space they took up on the sidewalk. I don’t even remember one of them running into me, but I definitely remembered what followed in extreme, vivid detail.

Spencer caught me, quickly and more gracefully than I thought him capable of moving. His arms were locked around me, not only preventing me from face planting on the concrete but causing me to press my face directly against him.

Before he had a chance to say or do much of anything else, I placed my hands on his chest and tore myself away from the warmth of his embrace. Because I was already drunk enough on the alcohol — I didn’t need to be any more inebriated from him.

“S-See? You caught me!” I squeaked.

I didn’t miss the fact his hands stayed on my waist even with the added distance, his fingers subtly digging into and stroking the plush fabric. I didn’t try to stop them, either.

“Are you going to be okay? Should I take you home?”

I knew it wasn’t how he’d meant it, but my inner voice still pleaded, Yes, God, please, yes! My outer voice, however, clung to reason and respectability.

“No! Don’t miss your birthday dinner!” I insisted, but he didn’t look convinced. “I’m fine, seriously. I just suck at walking in heels.”

Any part of me that would have normally been offended by his insistence that I couldn’t handle myself while drinking was quelled by my desire to keep his hands on me as long as possible. Although there was enough space for my arms between our chests, I swore I felt his fluttering heartbeat against my fingers. I thought of hummingbirds.

Resigned to my stubbornness, Spencer took a moment longer to stroke patterns through the pink fabric wrapped around my waist before he sighed, “If you say so.”

“I do!” I giggled, leaning closer like I might convince him not to leave at all, “So you better listen up, mister Professor man.”

The look he gave me was sweet, honeyed bliss. But even that seemed minuscule in comparison to the way his hands slid over my sides, making their way over my shoulders and gently brushing the errant bunny ears back out of my face. He left them there, too, with a barely-there caress of my face.

“You look cute,” he said, like it wouldn’t break my heart.

Shier than he’d ever seen me before, I somehow managed to still look him in the eye as I answered, “So do you.”

It was a good thing I’d been paying attention, too. If I hadn’t been staring into his eyes, I would have missed the flash of chaotic playfulness that appeared just as he glanced down at the space between our chests.

I wouldn’t have been prepared at all when he dropped one of his hands from my face to the zipper of my costume. Not to say that anything could have prepared me for the way it felt to have his knuckle brush against the skin just below the lace bralette that had been meant to protect my modesty.

Before I could even comprehend the delicious friction of our skin, it was gone. Spencer pulled the zipper up to my chin, releasing the plastic in favor of grabbing hold of my chin once more.

“Be careful with that zipper,” he instructed, “I don’t need you getting hypothermia this early in the semester.”

Unsure of how else to respond, my body responded on instinct as it stammered, “I-I promise.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again, and my autopilot continued.

“Double promise. Promise squared.”

“Okay. You have my number so... call me if you need anything.”

I absently nodded, but Spencer accurately concluded that I hadn’t actually processed what he’d said. When he let go of me, he took the time to smooth out the bunched up fabric over my shoulders. I tried to convince myself that he was just interested in the soft fluff, but it was hard to ignore the hunger that’d only grown stronger. The darkness that rivaled the moonless hallow’s eve.

“I don’t mind giving you a ride home if it means you get back safe,” he said with a deathly seriousness strongly contrasted by the flippancy that followed. “Otherwise I’ll have more work for Tuesday.”

I was grateful for the shift, because it made the loss of his hands hurt less. My chest filled with laughter that quickly burst from me with frantic, messy words.

“Of course! The work. For Tuesday. Okay! Thank you!”

“For what?” he also said through laughter.

“I— don’t know.”

Spencer turned away from me, looking behind him at the obligations that would tear us apart. I wondered if he, too, was busy contemplating how well it suited just how different we were. How two establishments side by side could house such different things. How we were frequenting opposite ends of the spectrum.

Whatever he was thinking about, however, it didn’t break his spirits too badly. Because before he sent me on my merry way, he flashed me the goofiest little bouncing peace sign before he sang, “Hop along, little bunny.”

So I did, turning back to my life and letting him return to his. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of his eyes following me until the darkness of the bar swallowed the space between us.

Still, I didn’t need him to be there to remember how it felt for his hands to roam my body like familiar territory. I saw that look in his eyes every time that I closed my own and remembered how it made my legs shake like weak stems bending to the wind.

I decided then that it wasn’t the worst thing in the world that he’d seen me in my costume. In fact, I think he quite liked it.

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There are few things more relentless than Derek Morgan. Death and taxes, perhaps. When it came to mocking me, there wasn’t a single missed opportunity. Even at the darkest hour, I trusted him to be consistent and predictable.

That was precisely why it made no sense that I had made it through an entire dinner and drinks outing with the team without him mentioning what had happened. Not even once. I almost let myself be relieved. Perhaps time spent with a child that can talk back did him some good, I thought. But when the time finally came for us to take our leave, I realized my mistake. He wasn’t holding back out of the kindness of his heart.

No, Derek wanted to wait until there was no escape route. He wanted to have me trapped in a car hurtling down a highway before he spoke the words that he’d been waiting to say all night.

“So... Bunny.”

“Her name is (y/n),” I quickly corrected. Unfortunately, Derek wasn’t in a merciful mood. Although there was a notable smirk on his face, his next words were uttered with a hefty dose of skepticism. A warning that it was a subject that ought to be approached with a critical sincerity.

“Her name is Trouble. That’s what her name is,” he said, shaking his head.

“She’s just my teaching assistant,” I said like I might actually convince myself, though we both knew that I wasn’t going to convince him. “It’s fine.”

“Is that what they’re calling it nowadays?”

But that time, it was me who issued the warning.

“Stop,” I ordered, meeting his eyes to find him hiding his genuine concern under jokes that weren’t really jokes at all. “I respect her. She’s very bright and she earned her position.”

“I never said she didn’t. I know she’s probably smart, but I also saw the way you looked at her.”

The words felt like a blow to the stomach — yet another reminder that my affections for her were so thinly veiled they might as well be scrawled across my skin. He didn’t need to be a profiler to notice that I was fond of the girl, but it certainly made it worse.

Because he knew that I was lying when I muttered, “You don’t need to worry about it.”

He knew that I was lying, but he still asked, “Why’s that?”

“She’s...” I started, pausing while the word tried to form on my tongue. The word that had haunted me ever since those damned girls mentioned it. That short, simple little noun that had taken a cursory affection and turned it into full blown lust.

“She’s a virgin.”

Derek’s brows jumped up his face, his jaw dropping the same way mine had when I first heard the news. Then, just as I had, he put the pieces together and realized that it should have been a foregone conclusion.

“Trouble with a capital everything,” he half laughed.

But this wasn’t a joking matter, and I really wished that I could make him believe that. That definitely wouldn’t happen, though. Not when he looked up to see me hiding behind my hands, sinking into my seat like it would get me out of the conversation.

“Don’t be ridiculous. She’s obviously waiting.”

It was the wrong thing to say. I should have seen his response coming from a mile away. But I didn’t, and so I was forced to listen to his childish giggles that were followed with an even more lighthearted crooning.

“Yeah, waiting for the right professor to come teach her the lesson on the birds and the bees.”

“Cut it out.”

Without even looking, he astutely observed, “Kid, you’re blushing.”

“Yeah, because you’re talking about me fuc–”

The word never made it out, getting caught between my teeth as I bit down on my tongue damn near hard enough to make it bleed. I wished it would. I wanted the iron to drown me and rid me of the sinful things it sought to do, instead. Opting for a more… distinguished explanation, I eventually stammered the rest of the thought.

“You’re talking about me... deflowering my significantly younger employee!”

“You can say fuck, Reid,” he deadpanned, “I think you’re old enough now.”

“I don’t want to. It sounds too... crude.”

I didn’t expect him to understand. How could he? He’d only seen her when she was at her most provocative… by far. Part of me envied him, to be able to sequester her innocence and view her as just another girl.

But she wasn’t like anyone else. She was an untouched bloom, a magnolia of unearthly shades. A beautiful blossom that had broken through the concrete walls I’d maintained for so many years. A tantalizing taste of the life outside that I refused to let in.

A fucking tease.

“Too crude for little miss innocent bunny?” Derek cooed, and it was so uncomfortably close to my thoughts that I couldn’t help the way I snapped back.

“Are you done?”

As we pulled into my parking lot, Derek just waved off my hostility, recognizing it as nothing but misfired shame and anguish at the thing I wanted being out of my reach.

“Yeah, I’m done. I hope you had fun, even with the teasing.”

I chose not to dignify the second half of the statement, climbing out of the car like I couldn’t step away from the conversation fast enough. But of course, I knew that only made my guilt more apparent. My culpability was clear and conclusive. There was no argument to be made.

“You know I’m right!” he shouted just before the door shut. A final reminder, one last cautionary call for the beast inside of me to keep itself hidden lest I allow myself to sink my teeth into something pure.

“Goodnight!”

Few things changed when I reached the confines of my apartment walls. Fantasies had only devolved into a vividness that was borderline frightening. How easily I could get lost in visions of her, only promising my return in exchange for my imagination agreeing to become a reality that I would get a chance to experience.

But that wasn’t fair to her. She was just a girl doing her job with an astounding amount of patience and understanding for her hopeless romantic of a boss. For a moment, the guilt became so overwhelming that I let it win. I managed to swallow my newly acquired memories well enough to navigate my nightly routine without wishing she was there every step of the way.

Wishing that she would call me. That she would grant me the excuse to return to her, to touch her as freely as I had earlier. I imagined a world where, upon arriving to her destination, she invited me in.

As I collapsed on my bed, I wondered if she would have preferred the privacy of my home. A place far enough away from other students and academics to finally see me as something more than a superior. Something attainable in a way she never seemed to be.

Just as I closed my eyes to give in to the dreams, my phone buzzed. The sound set off every nerve in my body, all of them very poorly coordinating to allow me to grab the device and turn it on to reveal her name.

“Hey Professor! I just wanted to let you know that I got home…”

I’d never opened a notification so quickly, but I should have waited. I should have paused and taken the time to notice that what I was opening wasn’t just a collection of letters and symbols.

It was a set of pictures.

Pictures of her.

“Safe and sound and zippered up. No hypothermia for this bunny tonight,” she tagged onto the end, “Sweet dreams!”

How could I ever dream of anything but her? How was I meant to turn off my phone now, knowing that she was there; her drunken, lustful stare on display? I only tore my eyes away from her face long enough to notice her surroundings. I took extensive, painstaking notes on the color of the sheets on her bed and the way the zipper I’d tugged at to control myself from taking her had fallen away again.

I could feel the softness of her skin against my knuckle again. I heard the way her breath nearly broke at the force with which she sucked in air at the feeling of me touching her. How hard she pressed herself against me, how her back arched when I held her and how she never even tried to stop my hands from finding new places to rest.

They worked diligently now, too, trying to keep her awake and with me for as long as I could, but also wanting to free myself of obligations so that she wouldn’t notice how long I’d stared at the pictures she’d sent.

“Goodnight, little bunny,” I sent before adding, “I’ll be counting rabbits instead of sheep tonight.”

As if to reward my efforts, another picture flooded my screen. Her face was scrunched up in an adorable innocence, half covered with her hand but still effortlessly beautiful.

I stopped myself from responding again. I forced myself to stop, to prevent treacherous hands from calling her and begging her to let me come to her. It wasn’t fair — it was manipulative, downright evil, even — to take advantage of her inebriated state to hoard any insight she might provide.

But she’d already sent these… So, would it be so wrong to indulge in her? By touching my own body to the thought of her, would I taint her? Did I care even if it did? Maybe it was for the best to plant the seed of impurity now, to strip her of her power over me.

But deep down, I knew that I would still want her. I would still wish that the hand that sneaked beneath the sheets belonged to her. I could almost feel it as my hand traversed familiar territory. It would be new for her, and it would be new for me to feel the delicate, unmarred skin of her palm slowly sliding down my stomach. Her fingers bashfully brushing through soft curls at the base of me, still too nervous to hold me the way I needed her to.

Her face would be buried in my shoulder, with dew from her breath wetting my neck and raising the hairs on my arms. I would take her hand in mine and guide her to wrap her trembling hand around my cock.

Just like I was doing to myself now, with my other hand still holding the phone displaying the image of innocence. My hand wasn’t as soft or inexperienced as hers would be, but as long as my eyes stayed on her half-lidded gaze staring back at me, I could pretend.

I could hear her panting my name— my real name, Spencer— in my ear, praising the feel of silky skin beneath her fingertips. She would whisper about how she wanted to feel it elsewhere, too. She would beg for me to replace a hand for her most precious place.

That damned angelic girl showing her hand on the zipper would beg me to steal away her innocence. She would unveil herself slowly, knowing that I needed the time to memorize every inch of her skin as it was seen by another for the first time. Seen by me, and only me. The vision would be for my consumption and indulgence.

I wanted it. I wanted her.

My stomach tensed as I pictured the girl staring back at me straddling my hips. I stroked myself harder, faster, letting my thumb trace down her body on my screen.

If I stole it from her, would it be mine?

Would she be trapped as I was, only able to feel anything when I was with her? Would she dream of me? Would she cherish each and every memory of my touch and play it back in her mind? When she felt the urge to break and burn, would she picture my hands lighting the match?

If I ruined her, would she be mine?

I pictured the girl on the screen with tears in her eyes, her mouth stuck open in a silent scream and her hands clutching desperately to mine. I imagined how tightly her body would grip me as I fucked her. How hard it would fight the intrusion of my sinful touch. How I would hold her down despite the resistance until she gave in to me. Until I broke her, thoroughly and irreparably.

She would be mine.

That was the thought that took me over the edge, all energy that was not delegated to my hand feverishly stroking my cock remained with my other hand to hold her picture in front of me. It never even wavered, never once shaking and risking losing any clarity. Even my eyes refused to close all the way.

She would be mine.

The warm, sticky mess of my desire coated my hand and stomach, but all I could think was how it would feel to mark her as mine. To feel the excess drip back down my cock as she collapsed against my body. To know that she would never be the same, never be wholly herself again. That she’d let me inside of her soul and that when I left, I hadn’t left empty handed.

She was already mine.

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| Part Four |

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caramellohigh · 3 years ago

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juyeon x reader

genre: (eventual) smut, fluff, (might have?) angst, university!au, fwb 👀

warning/s: none

word count: 3.6k

synopsis: if there is one thing Juyeon doesn’t like about himself, it’s that he’s a nice guy. it’s… strange.

because why would he feel that way when it’s not something to dislike? what about it has Juyeon perpetually annoyed just hearing it in the same sentence as his name?

perhaps it’s because Juyeon doesn’t want to be just a nice guy. perhaps it’s because… he isn’t.

a/n: yikes…

(are you guys interested in being part of a taglist for this? someone asked so i'll be tagging them for the rest of the chapters, anyone else?)

Chapter 2 | Intention

“I can’t believe we’re banned from the uni library,” Kevin pouts, plopping his butt on the chair opposite you and setting his bag down at the foot of the table. You flash him the most sarcastic smile you could muster, “And that’s all thanks to you and your big mouth!”

Settling on your own chair, your lips flattening into a displeased line and you make sure to shoot him a scowl before you take your study materials out. He sinks into his seat, arms defensively crossed over his chest, “Well, I’m sorry! Why didn’t you just tell me right away that you didn’t sleep with Juyeon?! I--”

“Hey, guys!”

Your eyes almost pop out of their own sockets when you hear the familiar voice, your best friend staring at you with the exact same expression. “H-Hey, Juyeon!” Kevin tries to act normal but the shake in his voice and the awkward laugh he pairs it with is doing anything but. You silently sigh to yourself, refusing to look at Juyeon who’s now standing right next to you. “What-- What’re you doing here?”

Juyeon blinks in confusion and looks down at his uniform. “I work here,” he replies anyway, smiling a polite smile when Kevin realizes just then and gets a tad bit embarrassed, “Right… But aren’t you loaded this semester? How’re you finding the time?”

Juyeon purses his lips in thought, glancing at you as you mindlessly play with a pen between your fingers, eyes only looking at Kevin as if he isn’t there. “I sort of am, I guess? But I don’t know. I just wanted to help my parents out with the rent and stuff.” Kevin slowly nods in understanding, “That’s really nice of you but like… How are you still sane?”

Oh god, when will Kevin ever learn how to shut up?

“Kevin…” you warn him gently, a subtle shake of your head telling him that he can stop talking now. Thankfully, he gets the hint this time. “Heh, sorry! Forget what I said… Uhh-- Uhm-- Yeah, maybe you should go back to work? They might be looking for you. We have to start studying too so...”

You have not once looked at Juyeon this entire time and you can feel his stare burning holes at the top of your head, only looking away when Kevin’s words register in his brain. His brows furrow, “You guys are here to study? Don’t you usually just go to the library?”

Kevin scratches the back of his head and chuckles guiltily, “Yeah, uhm... We got banned.” You glare at Kevin for the nth time today and he shrinks back in his chair again. “My fault…” he admits, “I was making a little bit of noise last--”

“A little bit?!” You and Kevin send daggers at each other with your eyes while Juyeon just smiles, soft eyes gravitativing back to you. “Well, that’s okay. If you study here often, I’ll get you free stuff!” Your best friend immediately stares up at Juyeon with bright, excited eyes, “For real?!”

You could only sigh. For the first time since he came to your table, you finally decided to give him your attention. You angle your body towards him and look up to meet his eyes. “Juyeon,” you say softly, tentatively almost, like you’re testing out how it feels to have his name rolling off your tongue.

His eyes bore into yours, his lips slightly parted and body frozen. You don’t notice it though. “Don’t,” You shake your head, “You might get in trouble or something.” He blinks back into his senses at your small frown. Then he chuckles, a deep rumbling sound that you never thought you’d hear from him.

It’s an amused chuckle, a charming, almost flirty one that only makes guys like him all the more attractive. He fiddles with the rag in his hand, your eyes unconsciously following the movement and eventually focusing on his big hands and veiny forearms.

A white button down with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows... Why is that so annoyingly hot? Especially on him. “You don’t need to worry about that,” he assures you, making you fix your gaze back up to his face, which you almost wish you didn’t.

“I’m the boss’ favorite,” he winks, a miniscule smirk pulling at the corner of his lip. You want to fucking scream. From his deep chuckle to this tiny smirk, what the actual fuck? Who is this guy and what has he done to Lee Juyeon?

As you dumbly stare up at Juyeon who suddenly looks ten times more attractive than usual, you can feel Kevin’s own stare piercing right through you, a familiar shit-eating grin already plastered on his stupid face that you can see right on your periphery. Sighing in defeat, you finally look away, “Sure… Okay.”

Being behind on nearly half your classes, you find yourself spending an awful amount of time at Cafe Oasis to try and catch up. It’s not as sufficient as the library considering it isn’t always peaceful and quiet around. You also don’t have access to all the reference material you need but it works for now. Besides, you have free drinks and snacks here.

You’ve said this multiple times before and you’ll very much say it again: Juyeon is too nice for his own good. He not only kept his word about giving you free stuff if you come often but also went out of his way to take care of you and Kevin whenever you came by. He checks in on you guys when there aren't many customers around or simply sits down with you during his break to talk.

Every time you feel like your head would explode from too much information, he always seems to notice, sending over drinks and treats that he asks his co-workers to give, sometimes delivering them himself with cute encouraging messages scribbled on a sticky note attached to it.

Kevin always brightens up the moment he gets them, thanking him profusely every single time while you shyly accept yours and mumble your gratitude. You will never understand why he does this, why he’s so fucking nice to you (because you’re not quite sure if you deserve it) but still, the gesture does put a smile on your face.

“Juyeon,” you chuckle, shaking your head as he sets your new favorite drink on the table. Your fingers lightly trace the edge of the sticky note he’s attached to the cup, the tips of your lips curling upwards at the familiar handwriting. “Thank you, but don’t you think you’re going to get this place bankrupt if you keep giving us free drinks? And desserts?”

He only smiles at you, a plate of a warm blueberry muffin placed right next to your drink. “Well…” he tucks his tray under his arm and shrugs, “They’re not all free.” There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes, his smile morphing into a playful smirk at your furrowed brows. “What do you mean?”

Another shrug of his broad shoulders. “Some might be on me,” is what he says right before he walks off, leaving you blinking in surprise upon the realization. He’s already back behind the counter taking orders by the time you turn to look at him and you find yourself just staring at him over your shoulder.

His voice is so gentle when he speaks to the customers, ever so polite and accommodating with his friendly smiles and crescent eyes. His grown out fringe keeps getting into his eyes and you find it oddly endearing when he flicks his head or swipes his forefinger over it. Somewhere deep down inside you is this strong urge to brush it back with your own fingers.

Unconsciously, you start nibbling at your bottom lip, eyes still very much trained on Juyeon and his every single move. “You’re drooling…” Kevin says the moment he’s within earshot, making you snap out of the weird trance you’re in, eyes automatically turning to slits.

“Am not!” you grumble belatedly as he makes his way to his designated seat opposite you. He repeats your words back to you in a mocking tone, earning himself a kick from under the table. You ignore his groaning and instead ask, “Why’re you late? This is like the third time this week?” Kevin dramatically slumps over the table.

“Ugh, I know! Mr. Hwang’s apparently notorious for holding his class much longer than the intended time. We had no clue until he took over.”

“Yikes, what happened to Sir Cha?”

“He said he was handling too many classes so he had to drop some. I mean, no wonder he was always late. His class right before ours is in an entirely different building!”

While Kevin takes out his study materials and rants about the sudden change their class had to go through, one of Juyeon’s co-workers brings over a drink and a muffin. Kevin stops mid-sentence and claps his hands, “My fave! Oh my god, thank you so much!” Then, he turns to Juyeon, mouthing his thanks as well.

You can’t help but do the same, turning to a smiling Juyeon who’s holding his thumb up as a response. He catches your gaze easily, attention shifting to you as he mouths, “Eat.” And even gestures with his hand. You unknowingly giggle to yourself and nod at him. “Jeez,” Kevin sighs exaggeratedly.

“Right in front of my lemon blueberry muffin with crumb topping?!”

“Oh, shut up!”

For several days now, you’ve been working pretty hard on your studies. And that’s a surprise to both you and Kevin since the last time you were ever like this was at the beginning of high school. He kept saying this was too good to be true and he only proves himself right when you decided to give yourself a little treat last night and became black out drunk.

You had absolutely no clue how you even survived but what’s important is that you made it home unscathed and even managed to show up to school… even if you are hungover… perhaps for the nth time in just this one semester.

You thought the worst possible thing that could happen today was a light scolding from Kevin but you then find out that your jackass of a professor moved your deadline at the last fucking minute. So now you’re at Oasis, scrambling to finish a paper due this afternoon.

God, you want to throw up. But you’re not sure if that’s your body trying to get rid of the leftover alcohol lingering in your system or if it's the anxiousness and pressure of possibly failing if you don’t finish in time twisting your gut. You whimper at the mere thought of it.

Your head is still aching, making it difficult for you to even think straight right now but then you start shivering. You stop your intense typing to pull your cardigan tighter around you, feeling extremely cold for no apparent reason. It’s literally spring but you’re shivering as if it’s winter.

Rubbing your arms up and down to provide yourself with some type of warmth, you look back at the entrance of the cafe. Where the fuck is Kevin? Is Mr. Hwang holding his class captive again? Fuck. You’re sick and you don’t have your beloved best friend around to serve you. A pout makes its way to your lips and you sniffle.

You have no choice but to suck it up for now and just try to get your paper over with. You’re staring blankly at your screen when Juyeon suddenly sits at the spot Kevin is supposed to be. A worried look immediately etches itself on his face when his eyes search yours, “Hey, are you sick?” His voice is barely above a whisper, soft and gentle, and dripping with concern.

You blink in surprise. Because how the fuck did he know? You only greeted each other once and with the amount of customers right now, you’re sure he’s too busy running around the cafe to even pay attention to you. You don’t say anything for a moment but even if you try to deny it, there’s no point when he reaches his hand over to check your temperature himself. He frowns.

“You’re burning up,” is all he says before he stands up and walks away. You can only sigh, pushing your laptop off to the side so you can rest your head on the table. You feel like shit. You want to go home but you still have a fucking paper to finish that’s due just a few hours from now. You curse under your breath.

When is Kevin coming? How much longer are you going to have to wait for him?

In just a few minutes, your eyelids become extremely heavy. You blink lazily once, twice until you’ve given up and closed them, but just before you can succumb to sleep, you feel something being draped over your shoulders. Your eyes flutter open and the moment you look up, you see Juyeon setting down a steaming cup of what you assume is tea, along with a pack of medicine.

You blink in surprise but he doesn’t react, only tucking the tray under his arm as he attempts to open a bottle of water for you. You let out a weak chuckle, “Juyeon… You really didn’t have to.” You reach out to get the bottle from him but he doesn’t hand it over until he’s done opening it.

You scrunch your nose at him, taking it without much of a choice. And as you reach out for the medicine, Juyeon gets to it first, popping out a tablet for you. Your lips press into an awkward line. Even Kevin doesn’t do this. You’re not quite how to feel about it. Still, you silently take it from him and say your thanks.

By then, you thought he’d get right back to work but instead he stays rooted to his spot, watching you take the medicine. “Good,” he murmurs when you’ve swallowed the water. Then he pats your head and bends down to fix his jacket on you.

“Drink the tea and take your medicine again after four hours, okay? Don’t forget.”

You are speechless, motionless and unable to fucking breathe. How could you when he’s so fucking close? Warming your arms up with his big hands and brushing your hair behind your fucking ear? What the actual fuck is he doing?

He looks deeply into your eyes, like he is searching for your deepest darkest secrets within their depths and you almost feel vulnerable for that split second. But then he pulls away, eyes leaving yours to focus on something else. He smiles at someone behind you while you gulp and try to get your lungs working again.

“Kevin’s here,” he tells you gently, giving your arms a small squeeze before letting go completely. And as if on cue, the said male appears from behind you and makes his way to his usual spot. “Sup! Sorry, I’m late… again. Mr. Hwang just won’t stop talking!”

You lick your drying lips from the amount of breaths you’re taking, Kevin’s ranting and Juyeon’s little hums fading into white noise. You feel yourself begin to move again but it’s only to fidget with your fingers when you wonder why the fuck you can hear your heart beating in your ears.

“Juyeon!”

You blink back to life, not knowing you spaced out. “Coming!” He quickly hollers back to his manager. Turning back to Kevin, he gives him an apologetic smile, “Sorry, I have to get back to work. I’ll catch you guys later.” Then, he turns to you, “After four hours, okay?”

When he’s sure Juyeon is far enough, Kevin automatically gives you an expectant look, wiggling his eyebrows at you as if he’s coaxing you to tell him some juicy gossip. “Nope,” you huff, stuffing your arms into Juyeon’ large jacket. “I’m sick, Kevin... I don’t have the energy to deal with your bullshit right now.” So he pouts and lets you be.

...At least, until you’re done with your paper.

Sighing deeply, you take out your flashdrive from its port and snap your glaring eyes at your best friend. “Kevin Moon, I will literally murder you on the spot if you don’t stop.” He lets out a scandalized gasp, hand on his chest, “Wha-- I’m not even doing anything?!”

“You’re staring at me. And I know that fucking look! Stop it!” He breaks character almost immediately, snickering into his fist at how genuinely annoyed you look. “I saw everything,” he tells you, leaning in close as a shit-eating grin stretches at his lips, “I didn’t come right away because I was afraid I’d interrupt.”

You mentally groan. Great. Just great. Kevin’s not letting this one go.

Still, you roll your eyes and ignore him, shutting your laptop to a close and stuffing it into your messenger bag. “Please, so what if Juyeon has a little crush on you? Better him than… a dickwad like Hyunjae.” You heave a long and exasperated sigh, “For the nth time, Kevin. Juyeon does not have a crush on me, alright? You have to stop assuming things. He’s just--”

“Being nice. Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first bajillion times!”

“Good! So drop it.”

Kevin pouts at you but he shuts up anyway, packing his things up as well. His silence doesn’t last very long though. “What about you?” he suddenly asks, curious eyes trained on your face as you both make your way to the door. You know exactly what he means but you play dumb anyway, “What about me?”

“Do you have a crush on him? Do you like him?” You slap his arm and almost shut the door right at his face. “Yah! It’s a simple yes or no question. No need to get violent over it!” He’s right. It is a simple question. The answer should be a measly two letter, one syllable word but why is it getting stuck in your throat? Why can’t you seem to say it?

“No,” you belatedly reply, Kevin already sporting a teasing look on his face. You hit him again, “What the fuck is your deal? Why are you even asking me that?” You cross your arms over your chest defensively, eyes narrowed at the incoming cars.

“I just feel like there’s... something!” Kevin makes exaggerated gestures with his hands and you look over at him like he’s crazy, “What are you talking about, Kevin?” He pauses to think, lips pursed as he racks his brain for an appropriate word and just when you finally see an empty cab coming…

“Tension,” he blurts out and you miss your timing, the cab driving right past you. “Like thick, palpable sexual tension between you two!” Now it’s your turn to pause because yes, you’re completely aware of the tension he’s talking about but it never occurred to you that it was that type of tension until he pointed it out just now.

You look at him wordlessly and slowly, his teasing smile flattens. His face becomes a little more solemn and he looks away, now facing the road as well. He watches the cars pass by, his brows twitching and meeting in the middle. You can tell he’s thinking hard about something and that makes you uneasy.

You honestly don’t like it when Kevin gets serious like this. He always tries to knock some sense into you and you’re never ready for it. Biting the inside of your cheek, you pretend not to notice the air shift and continue to keep a look for an empty cab. You pray in your head that one shows up soon. You want to go home. You want to escape this situation.

“You’re not a relationship type of person. We both know that,” he chuckles humorlessly, “But Juyeon…” he bites his lower lip, shaking his head as he stares at the asphalt, “I don’t know honestly... but I think he might want something more than what you can offer.” The serious air around you feels heavy, suffocating almost.

You don’t get it. Why is Kevin telling you this? It’s not like it’s true that Juyeon does have some sort of thing for you. It’s only just an assumption. And that tension you both have? What about it? He already said it’s sexual tension. It’s not that deep.

Kevin catches on to your shift of demeanor and you may be oblivious to it, but being able to see right through you like you’re made of glass, he knows he’s struck a wrong chord within you. You’re his best friend and he cares about you a lot but Juyeon is also his friend. If he can save you both from a heartbreak just waiting to happen, he would.

Eventually, you were able to get a cab. And as quickly as you could, you shoved your flashdrive into Kevin’s hands, barely asking him to turn in your paper for you. The cab had driven off before he could even process what happened so he basically had no choice.

You didn’t get to see Juyeon anymore but after texting Kevin your thanks, you received a reply specifically stating that Juyeon asked him to tell you to get well soon, not to forget to take your medicine and to drink tons of water.

It amuses you why Juyeon didn’t just ask for your number instead so he could text you himself but then you remembered, he’s Juyeon. He’s a nice guy and he probably wasn’t comfortable asking for your number if it weren’t directly from you.

A soft smile makes its way to your lips as you set an alarm for exactly four hours from the last time you took your medicine. You put your phone back on your nightstand and lay on your bed quietly, thinking about many things but mostly about what Kevin had told you before you left.

Patiently, you wait for sleep to beckon you and as the day’s exhaustion finally catches up to your body, Juyeon’s denim jacket hung on your door is the last thing you see before your eyes fall shut.

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todosteakettle · 3 years ago

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Bravery in Butterflies

Tamaki Amajiki x fem!Reader

Part 3

Part 2/?

Part 1

Synopsis: An outgoing girl meets a timid boy. As time goes on and she tries to get closer with him. She almost gives up on trying to befriend him, until she finally makes progress with the help of a certain winged creature.

Rating: Mostly SFW, Very Mild Smut

Word Count: 1303

TW//: Lepidopterophobia, Mentions of Anxiety, Some physical violence, General Awkward interacts

Key

H/N = Hero Name

Y/N = Your name

L/N = Last name

N/N = Nickname

E/C = Eye Color

H/C = Hair Color

F/C = Favorite Color

- x - = sound

*x* = text

“x” = dialogue

x = thoughts

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You and the red haired boy arrived at the agency at last. It was a 20 minute train ride and a 10 minute walk away from the comfy bed back at Heights Alliance you couldn’t help but dream about.

You and Kirishima had made conversation the entire way there, but standing in front of the building, you were silent.

“H-hi” you heard in a voice that sounded like it belonged to a small boy behind you

Your hair stood up. You quickly straightened your posture, fixed your skirt and cleared your voice. You turned around to greet the familiar voice.

“Hi Amajiki-Senpai!” you and Kirishima accidentally said in unison, earning a giggle from Kiri

“So Bright…” Tamaki replied quietly in a sad tone before walking off into the building.

“I guess that’s all he had to say” Kirishima muttered awkwardly with a slight chuckle in his voice

“Guess so” you said in the same tone

You quickly hurried into into the building so you didn’t lose Amajiki. Neither you or Kirishima knew where to go, so it was important you followed him.

He walks like Bakugou, but much less confidently. His hands filled his pockets and he slouched over to a concerning angle.

You all made your way to an office. The door was pretty big

Who needs a door this wide?

The words “FatGum” Plastered themselves on the door

Tamaki walked in and you quickly followed suit

You saw a very large man sitting at his desk filling out paperwork. He looked up in excitement and waddled his way over to shake your’s and Kirishima’s hand.

That’s who.

“So these are the first years I’ve heard so much about! I gotta say, I was pretty surprised Suneater here recruited anybody. You guys must have really stood out!”

Amajiki-Senpai talks about you? What does he say? AH this was so much.

“Uhm Yes! I’m L/N Y/N, or just H/N! I’m really happy to be working with you, this opportunity is amazing” you said to the large man shaking his hand

“And I’m Eijiro Kirishima, AKA Red Riot! It was so manly of Amajiki-Senpai to recommend us! We promise we won’t let ya down!” said a nervous Kirishima

“Ah! You guys seem so outgoing no wonder Suneater here picked ya out. Well, I gotta finish this paperwork but Amajiki here can show you around! Then you should all get changed, we will all go out for patrol and I’ll show you what you will be doing here” Fatgum said before returning to his desk

“B-but sir I- I-“ Tamaki tried to respond

“No ‘buts’ Suneater, just show them around a bit, You will be workin with them after all.” He replied

You watched as a defeated Tamaki walked out the door, his eyes never leaving the floor.

“Here to the right is the bathrooms, and if you take another right it-it’s the locker room” He said nervously, trying his best to avert your gaze when talking about the locker room bit

“Locker room? As in one?” you thought outloud

ohmygodwereyougoingtobeabletoseehimnak-

“Well th-there is… there is only one since we have uhh we have never had a female hero at the agency before” he gulped, cutting off your improper thoughts

You knew it wasn’t his fault and you didn’t want to make this any harder for him.

“Ah that’s fine! I’m not shy, and if it makes anybody uncomfortable I can always change in the bathrooms” You said with a cheerful smile

“M-m-moving on.. to the left here is the kitchen. Both mine and F-fat’s quirk rely a lot on food so we order out a lot. Feel free to help y-yourselves” said a blushing Tamaki

What a cutiepie

Your mouth watered when you walked into the kitchen. Tamaki wasn’t kidding, the amount of food in that kitchen could feed a family of 5 for a month, and it all looked so good. It was early and you had both skipped breakfast this morning, so why not indulge a bit…

“Wow! This looks as good as Suki’s cooking” You said to Kirishima

Tamaki’s face contorted just a little bit at the nickname you used for Bakugou.

- TAMAKI’S POV -

When Tamaki first met you, you were with Bakugou.

Whenever Tamaki saw you in the halls, you were with Bakugou.

Whenever he saw you studying in the library, he saw Bakugou.

When he saw you training? You guessed it, you were with Bakugou.

In fact he realized today was the first time he saw you without your blonde counterpart.

Bakugou was your best friend, and nothing more, but Tamaki didn’t know that.

To you, Suki was just a funny nickname for your friend.

To Tamaki, it was a pet name for who he thought was your boyfriend.

Tamaki didn’t know why he hated seeing you with Bakugou so much, it just made him….

He decided just didn’t like it.

His thoughts were cut off with the sound of the loud boy’s voice.

“Hahaha! Bakubro would kill you if he heard you say that. I’ll admit it does look delicious, let’s see if this is as good as his spicy ramen” Kirishima said right before shoving his mouth with takoyaki

You on the other hand went for the fried rice. You grabbed a small bowl and some chopsticks and started to eat.

“thus ess so gud” you said with a mouthful of rice

“Where did you get this from?” you asked

“Well actually our Suneater here is a regular chef, he made that!” the voice of the large man who just entered the room suddenly replied

“Wow Amajiki-Senpai! You are just as good a cook as Suki” you said to him smiling

“It-It’s just rice” he said embarrassed from the sudden praise

“Didn’t I tell you all to get changed! We have patrol soon!” Fatgum said

“Y-yes sir” Tamaki said while scurrying off to the locker room

You and Kirishima both washed your dishes before walking into the locker room, with your costumes in hand.

You told Amajiki earlier that you weren’t shy. You were a liar, you WERE shy. Well you weren’t usually shy when it came to talking, but you were shy when it came to being undressed in front of others.

You kept your head down when you walked into the locker room and walked into a corner. You got changed in the locker room as quickly as humanly possibly, making sure not to let the boys see that you were nervous.

No matter how fast you changed your hero costume was still a bitch to get on. It was tight and revealing even when it was on completely.

No matter how modest you tried to be you knew that they were able to see at least some of your naked body.

This was humiliating.

Amajiki is probably so uncomfortable right now. He is probably so regretting inviting you here.

- Meanwhile -

Tamaki and Kirishima were on the other side of the locker room, trying to be as courteous as possible

“D-do you think B-b-bakugou would be okay with her ch-changing in front of us l-l-like this” Whispered a very very embarrassed Tamaki to Kirishima

“Huh?” Kirishima asked

“W-well I mean he is her boyfriend and sh-“

You look so pretty. He can’t think like that it’s wrong you have a boyfriend.

Kirishima laughed so loud that even you turned around to look at him

Tamaki just became more embarrassed and continued to change staring at the wall.

When you looked back at the wall Kiri whispered to Tamaki

“Boyfriend? Bakubro really is obvious huh. I love him but man she is way outta his league. She has accidentally friendzoned him like 10 times now man. Don’t let her hear you calling him her boyfriend she’ll probably kill you dude.”

He wasn’t your boyfriend.

Why was Tamaki so excited about this

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headinthestaticsky · 3 years ago

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The Dusk Calls for me: Jasper Hale x My OC Fleur Swan, Chapter 5

AUTHORS NOTES: None of the characters in Twilight belong to me. All rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

I recall your soul had a taste like Gardens, flowers, Warm Winds, Warm Winds By SZA FT. Isaiah Rashad

The ride to the hospital was a little hazy and disorientating but I had made it just fine. I was sitting in the hospital room while a nurse was checking my vitals. The double doors had burst open and I see my dad and Bella rushing over to me.

“Fleur, are you okay?” Dad asked. He then saw Tyler sitting on another bed next to me.

“You and I are gonna talk!”

“I’m fine dad calm down.”

“I’m sorry Fleur I really tried to stop.”

“I know it’s okay, I know you didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“No it sure as hell is not okay!”

“Dad, it wasn’t his fault really. Go easy on him.”

“I will not, you could’ve been killed, do you realize that?”

“I do dad but I wasn’t, I am fine. I just got a bump on the back of my head.”

“You boy can kiss your licenses goodbye.”

“Dad...”

The double doors opened again and I was met with a familiar face, Carlisle Cullen had entered the room.

“I heard one of the chiefs daughters was here. I got this one Jackie” He said smiling as he approached me.

“Oh doctor Cullen hello.” Dad said.

“Let’s see here Fleur, it seems you took quite a spill. How are you feeling?”

“Uh, my head is a little sore from when I hit the concrete but other than that I feel fine.”

“Look here for me, your vitals look good and you luckily enough don’t have a concussion but you might experience some disorientation from the adrenaline you had. I’m going to prescribe some pain pills please wait here for me to write that up for you. After that you’re good to go.”

“I’m so sorry Fleur I really am...” Tyler was soon interrupted by the curtains being pulled in front of his face.

“Great, thanks Dr.Cullen.”

“No problem.”

“You, this would’ve been a whole lot worse if Jasper didn’t get to her.” Bella said.

“Uh oh.” I thought to myself I knew someone would’ve seen him.

“Jasper? I like that boyfriend of yours more and more everyday. He’s your son right?” Dad said.

Carlisle looked up before looking back down quickly at my chart.

“Yeah he is his son dad, I mean he got to her so quickly is was amazing.” Bella continued.

“Oh, umm Bella... Could you tell Jasper I’m okay I’m sure he’s freaking out too.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Bella turned and left, Carlisle must’ve been wrong, I had to be concussed. Bella being civil with me? What alternate universe did I enter just now?

POV Change: Bella’s POV

I went to go find Jasper not just for Fleur but, I was also curious how could he of gotten to her so quickly. He was across the lot from us something was going on with this family and I was going to find out what. I was just about to turn the corner when I heard Edward, Rosalie, and Jasper talking.

“This is really bad, 15 students saw what happened Jasper I understand why you did it of course but still.” Rosalie said

“You should’ve thought this through a bit better Jasper.” Edward added.

“Look I wasn’t going to let her get crushed to death by a van. I know you would’ve done the same thing for Bella.”

Edward just looked at him angrily. Carlisle ended the stare down quickly as he noticed I was listening from the corner.

“I think we should continue this in the my office.”

“Jasper, Edward, can I talk to you two?”

They both approached me, looking apprehensive as if they didn’t know what I was going to ask.

“Jasper first off, Fleur wanted to say that she was alright, she didn’t want you worrying about everything. Second h-how did you get over to her so fast?”

Before Jasper could answer, Edward had interjected.

“He was standing right next to her Bella.”

“No he was not, he was standing across the lot with you.”

Edward let out a soft laugh before continuing.

“You hit your head when Fleur pushed you out of the way, you must be confused.” Edward said.

“I know what I saw. Stop trying to make me out to be a liar!” I said getting angry

“And what exactly was that?” Edward asked.

Jasper just stood there, he wasn’t getting much of a chance to talk. It was hard to be around Bella. He was getting more thirsty at the minute but, he continued to stand there not knowing what to do.

“He stopped the van, he pushed it with his hand! Did you not see the dent he left in it?”

“Well no one’s going to believe so...”

“I wasn’t going to tell anybody. I just need to know the truth.”

“Can’t you just thank Jasper for saving your sister and get over it?” Edward said curtly.

I looked at Jasper and quickly said a “Thank you.” I then looked back at Edward.

“You aren’t going to let this go are you?”

“No, not at all.”

“Then I hope you enjoy disappointment.” Edward said before walking away, dragging Jasper along with him.

I scoffed before turning around going back to the hospital room. I would have to tell Fleur about this later... if she’d let me.

POV Change: Jasper

Once Bella was out of ear shot I smacked Edward on the back of the head.

“What the hell was that?” I asked

“What do you mean.”

“You wouldn’t even let me get a sentence in.”

“I was trying to save you... I could hear your thoughts. You weren’t coming up with something fast enough.”

“You didn’t exactly do a very good job on it! I mean c’mon Edward you said “no one’s going to believe you.” How much more suspicious can you get than that!”

“I’m sorry Jasper.”

“Sure you are.” I then stormed out of the hospital wanting to go back home.

POV Change: Fleur

“Here you are Fleur, there is your write up. I already notified your Pharmacy. They should be done in an hour.” Carlisle said

“Thank you Doctor, I appreciate it.”

“No problem, call me if you experience any bad side effects with the medication.”

“I will, have a good evening.”

Carlisle left soon after. Dad helped me up and carried my book bag and purse for me.

“Dad you don’t have to do that, I can carry my own stuff.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Who’s going to get my car, I left it at school.”

Bella had come back after talking to Jasper, she seemed confused about something.

“Oh uh, I’ll take you to school tomorrow, you can pick it up that way.” Bella suggested.

“Sure that sounds fine... are you okay with taking me tomorrow?”

“It’s not a problem.” She said... she had a slight smile on her face.

“Thanks.”

“I’m gonna drop you girls off at the house. I’ll get your medicine and then get something for dinner okay?”

“Yeah sounds good.” I said.

“Sure.” Bella said.

The drive was nice, quiet but, it wasn’t filled with tension. It was the most comfortable I had ever been around Bella. It felt strange the last time there relationship was like this was when the were 4. It seems like such a distant memory, but a fond one to her. As much as I tried to fight it, it hurt to always fight with her sister. Deep down, she loved her, and hoped Bella felt that way too. When we got back to the house I had started to head toward the door when Bella walked next to me.

“Hey, uh... do you mind talking to me tonight in your room?”

“I don’t mind at all.”

“Thanks, and uh... thanks for pushing me out of the way.”

“No problem.” I said.

It was 6 by the time dad had left again, I was up in my room wanting to finish that essay for English when a heard a soft knock on the door.

“Come in! It should be unlocked.” I said

Bella had come in, she looked nervous as if she didn’t know what to do.

“Umm, I have a lot to say, do you mind if I sit down?”

“Go ahead, I won’t stop you. Is something wrong?”

“How can you be so nice to me? After all the things I’ve done to you?” She asked.

“Hey I haven’t been completely innocent... I’ve said some pretty hurtful things to you too. It’d be insane to say I haven’t hurt you as much as you hurt me.” I said.

“I think I deserved them... I didn’t exactly stick up much for you when mom was... well you know.”

“I think we both need to let this 13 year grudge go... you have to admit, it’s exhausting.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

“Let’s start over shall we? I think it’s sad, we’re twin sisters and usually can’t stand being in the same room as each other.” I said

“Yeah, let’s start over...Geez it’s crazy... It feels like a weight has just fallen off my shoulders.” Bella replied.

“Me too.”

She then surprised me by pulling me in for a hug. Was it awkward? Of course it was but, it’s Bella she’s always been awkward.

“Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?”

“Yeah, uhh... do you remember much of what happened at the accident?”

“Uh oh.” I thought to myself for the second time today.

“I honestly don’t remember much after hitting my head. I blacked out for a bit. Why?” I lied easily.

“Uh... nothing it’s just Jasper seemed to have stopped the van with his bare hands.”

“Really?” I asked in fake shock.

“Yeah... he hasn’t done anything else like that before has it?”

“Not that I can think of.”

“Oh...”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go for it.”

“What’s going on with you and Edward... Seems like there’s some tension there.”

“I honestly don’t know... one minute he’s nice to me and the next he’s snapping at me.”

“I think he likes you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean when I first started dating Jasper, he was the same way around me.”

“So what do I do?”

“Just let him get to know you, warm up to him a bit. You never know what can happen.”

“Thanks I will... I’ll leave you alone now.”

“Okay, come back up if you need anything else.”

“I will... and Fleur?”

“Yes?”

“Love you.”

I was shocked, I hadn’t heard her mutter those words to me in so long.

“Love you too.”

#jasper hale x oc #jasper hale #jasper hale x reader #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #bella swan #twilight #twilight saga

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flappingdragon200 · 3 years ago

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Summary}

Noelle gets noticed by her big brother and his rival. Noelle gets caught and the two have to explain themselves (Sorta). But all in all, Noelle finally strikes a deal with her siblings.

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[Previously]

"You know..." Her brother sighed before continuing, " I should have challenged you to a game of poker. I would have won. And I'd also have more money on my behalf." He looked up and smiled, and Fuegoleon dipped Nozel and... and...

MY BROTHER IS GAY?!?!?!?!?!?!

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[Continue...]

Noelle didn't know what to do. She stood there, eye's wide, as her brother's rival kissed him, on the lips, passionately, as his hands traveled up and down Nozel's leg heatedly. Noelle couldn't believe this...

Her brother moaned...

Never in her lifetime of living with her brother, never ever, had she heard him make that kind of sound before. But here she is, seeing what she couldn't believe was possible.

W-wait... What..?! I... I have to be seeing things...

Noelle blinked twice, she even rubbed her eyes to see if it was real. And in fact... It was.

Noelle backed up feeling very confused, but she didn't know that there was a table with a vase on it. And yes by now I think you know what's going to happe-

C R A S H

The vase fell and broke as she bumped her hip against the table.

She saw between the crack of the door, they looked at the crack and saw someone, but they didn't know who...

"See! I TOLD you! You idiotic oaf!" Nozel said as he slapped Fuegoleon in the face with an obvious blush on his face.

Noelle didn't know what to do as her brother came closer to the door. Her feet yet again deciding for her, she sprinted for her life as she ran down the hall.

As Nozel gotten to the doors and opened them to see who was out there. But as he looked from his right to his left, he saw just the outline of someone's feet running the corner of the hallway. Nozel walked back over to Fuegoleon.

"You... Will stay here and wait till I come back. You got that?" Nozel said as he pushed a finger to Fuegoleon's chest harshly as he backed up and put his hands in the air as a, "I surrender" Move.

After he did so, Nozel tried his best to run as fast as he could in heels, hoping to catch the culprit who dared to sneak a peek inside of the room, while he was doing something that he should have never been doing.

Damn it..! My reputation is ruined now..!

{Back With Noelle}

Noelle didn't stop running until she knew she was far away, where any of them couldn't find her.

Noelle put her hands on her knees and bet over, as she caught her breath. It took 5 minutes to regain her normal breathing. Her throat was dry after breathing so hard. Her legs didn't seem to be working anymore, so she sat down and regained her composer.

As she did so, she looked around at where she was at.

She didn't know where she was at. She didn't even know that this place existed. She never saw this place before. But. It looked like it hasn't been touched in years.

It didn't seem like anyone, not even a single soul has traveled through these halls, and you could tell by the many cobwebs and spiders, and the old paint on the broken tables, and the rickety doors that could break any moment someone touched them.

Despite Noelle's legs that ached with every move, she stood up to wander around to see where she was at.

Noelle traveled down hallways, opened up doors to old bedrooms, guest rooms, bathrooms, living rooms, lounge rooms, and many more.

Noelle opened the last door from the hallway she was in and took a quick look inside. Nothing was new, it was just another guest room.

All in all, there wasn't much to explore, there was just 4 guest rooms, 2 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, 1 lounge room, and 2 living rooms, and an abandoned hot spring, with no controls as they were ripped out of the wall, and the pools where the hot water would be were empty and the paint was dried and cracked, and it also smelled horribly disgusting.

Noelle closed the door and continued to walk down the rest of the door-less hallway and turned another corner.

What she saw was, at the end of the hallway there was a pair of double doors, quite large, with gold, and silver designs on them.

Noelle got curious and walked toward the door. She got closer to the door. And soon enough, she was looking at the door handle wondering if she pulled that handle, what would be on the other side of the door.

But she was immediately stopped when she remembered why she was here.

Wait... I'm not here to be exploring! I'm here to fix things with my siblings..!

Noelle shook her head, and walked back down the empty hallway, back the way her siblings were at.

{Meanwhile With Nozel and Fuegoleon}

"This is all your fault..!" Nozel shouted at Fuegoleon as he stripped from his "Dress" and put on his regular attire for the day as Fuegoleon had his back to him, doing the same thing.

"How is this my fault? I had nothing to do with this." Fuegoleon replied while putting on his under white/tan T-shirt, and soon following it, his abnormally heavy cardigan.

"If you hadn't started that fight and struck that deal, then afterward suggested that we did whatever we did in that... Room... Then this would never have happened..! It's your god damn fault! My reputation is ruined because of you and your silly games!" Nozel finished as he put on his choker and went to get his sandals.

"Look. I didn't know that someone would sneak on us and take a look. I can't tell the future Nozel." Fuegoleon said as he tied his belt around his stomach and finished his look by putting on his boots.

In fact, Fuegoleon was right. He couldn't tell the future.

"Well, you better start trying," Nozel said as he put on his sandals and stormed out the door yet again.

Fuegoleon sighed as he picked up the suit he was wearing before this event started, and folded it nicely as he set it down on Nozel's bedside table.

"Well, that was a waste of time. So much for trying to get him to soften up a bit." Fuegoleon said as he rubbed the back of his head as he climbed out the balcony window and went back to the other side of the Silva Estate.

{Yet Again Back With Noelle}

Noelle walked the halls of the Silva Estate in search of someone, a maid, a butler, hell, even one of her siblings.

As Noelle was walking down one of the hallways about to turn the corner, something or someone, rushed by the hallway in front of her.

(If this is confusing I'll just- you know what... Here...)

📷

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Noelle fell to the ground as she wondered what the hell just happened. She blinked a few times before she stood up once again.

Noelle shook her head in disbelief.

No... That couldn't be him... That can't be-

"Noelle?"

Noelle poked her head up to see her big brother, in his normal attire look at her with a raised eyebrow and a light crimson blush on his face.

Noelle yet again rubbed her eyes to see what she was seeing was true. And yet again, in fact, it was, real.

Noelle's face turned bright red as she got in a stance to run.

And she did.

As Noelle did run her head only thought of one thing,

I'M DEAD, I'M DEAD, IM DEAD!!!

Soon she found herself being wrapped up in something cold, and smooth. Her legs kept swinging as if she was still running when she was actually being lifted up from the marble floor.

And in an instant, she was looking at her big brother's eyes in terror.

"I think we need to have a little talk..."

"Ooh~! H-Hey Nozel~! Didn't see you there! How is life going for you?~" Noelle was sweating underneath her clothing as she felt his cold gaze upon her as she looked anywhere but at him.

"Enough of the pep talk. Your coming with me." Nozel said as she lost all hope of trying to escape from his magic's grasp.

"I'm screwed..." Noelle said as a ghost-like figure came from her mouth as she looked while as a ghost.

[Mini-Time skip!]

Noelle was now, sitting on the couch, accompanied by Fuegoleon and her big brother Nozel.

It was dead silent. Noelle was shaking in her seat.

"Look. Noelle. I'm sure whatever you saw was a big misunderstand-" Fuegoleon was cut off by Nozel.

"She's not an idiot like you. She has eye's you know..." Nozel glared daggers at Fuegoleon and he just sighed.

"Then you take it from here. I have no idea why I was called here in the first pl-" Fuegoleon had gotten to stand up but was grabbed by the arm and pulled down by Nozel.

"You're staying right here, and you're not going anywhere until I say so." Nozel shot daggers at Fuegoleon's figure.

Fuegoleon just sighed and crossed his arms while sitting back in the seat, closing his eyes, waiting for them to continue what they were going to talk about.

"I have no idea who let you in the first place, and if that was you at the door, you have seen nothing. Do I make myself clear?" Nozel said glaring at his little sister as she was in a different dimension at the moment in this timeline.

WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?!?! MY LIFE IS DOOMED!

Then an awkward silence fell between them, with Nozel waiting for an answer, clearly, he wasn't going to get any time soon, and Fuegoleon who was just laid back as usual, and Noelle... Going ape shit crazy as of the moment.

Noelle Couldn't focus. But it was only when Fuegoleon called out to her multiple times she awoke from her wonders.

"Uhh... Y-Yes?" Noelle spoke and Nozel sighed, thinking that would be the best answer he was going to get out from the younger one.

Nozel pressed on the bridge of his nose and asked her a question, "What are you even doing here anyway? I thought you didn't like it here..." he spoke not looking in the direction of the teenager.

"uhh... well... You see... uhh..." Noelle was sweating. No. beyond sweating. She felt like a burning volcano.

"Well?" Nozel looked at her in the eye with a questionable look on his face.

Brother Nozel is scary. I think even scarier than Captain Yami...

Noelle gulped, and took a deep breath then shouted, "THE TRUTH IS I WANT TO MAKE A DEAL WITH YOU!!!"

Nozel nearly fell off his seat, and Fuegoleon flinched heavily.

Who knew the girl could scream so loud?

After both of the older males' ears came back from the dead, Nozel asked her another question, "What kind of deal..?"

He was a bit scared. But he wouldn't admit it.

"Well..." Noelle looked around and saw servants looking their way, then responded, "I think it's better with privacy. I don't want rumors spreading..." She then looked back to the ground contemplating her existence.

Nozel shot a deathly glare at the servants signaling to stop whatever they are doing and go as far away as possible.

The servants were now on the other side of the estate.

Nozel looked back to Noelle, "Continue." He said while Fuegoleon sweatdropped.

Noelle looked up to meet her brother's gaze, she once again gulped, but this time, with fear, "The truth is, I don't want the bond we barely even have to break... I don't want to live in fear every time I have to see you or Solid and Nebra anymore. I want to have a normal family, like everyone else..."

Both males' eyes widened at her statement.

Nozel was beyond shock. Fuegoleon just smiled in disbelief.

Noelle looked at Fuegoleon and then her brother. She looked down to the floor. She didn't know what to do. How will they react? What will they think of her?

It was a long silence before someone spoke up. Guess who? It's secret. (Just read ahead)

Nozel cleared his throat before speaking, "I will notify Nebra and Solid about this matter. Until then you will have to wait for an answer. I will send you a letter to your squad's headquarters." Nozel sat up from his seat and pulled Fuegoleon by the ear.

"Ouch! Hey! What's the rush?!" Fuegoleon was dragged across the room, and up the stairs questioning Nozel.

"We, have more important matters to discuss..." Nozel growled as he pulled Fuegoleon, by the ear, even harder.

Noelle watched them bicker as they walked off into the distance. She sat there figuring out what had just happened.

Noelle blinked a few times before smiling and laughing.

Well... That's not what I had expected... But. it's a great start!

Noelle sat up with a smile on her face as she went to leave the estate. As Noelle did so, she passed by the portrait of her Mother. She stopped to look at it and smiled even brighter.

I hope your watching mother... I hope you're doing well. I know I am.

And Noelle continued to walk outside and to The Black Bulls hideout. She cant wait to tell them what had happened.

No. She really can't.

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coldmilkcreamery · 4 years ago

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memories.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: jung jaehyun x jung sungchan 💋

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2326

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: jaehyun helps his little brother sungchan with his problem.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: 🔞 incest (is it still incest if they stepbrothers tho?), smut

𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 🌙

𝗮/𝗻: this is both the longest AND the kinkiest thing i’ve ever wrote, please don’t unfollow us for this lmao 😭😭 also it's kind of a switch up !! it's the middle of out debut week so i wanted to switch it uh 😋😋

> 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 <

Sungchan stands by the foot of his older brother’s bed frame, tears threatening to spill out. “I- it-t h-hurts.” Sungchan says in between breaths, desperately trying his hardest not to break down in front of his older brother, one he’s always been looking up to. After his mom died when he was just 4, his father remarried a year later and he met his new hyung, Jaehyun. Jaehyun’s mother always said that he was always cold and unresponsive to her but things started changing when Sungchan came into the picture. That night, 13 years ago, Sungie went from being an only child to having his very own older brother to look up to. Despite not being blood brothers, their bond made anyone who didn't know them personally believe that they were. At times, Sungchan would end up at the foot of his hyung’s bed, scared half to death because of the nightmares he’s been having of his mom, and Jaehyun always ended up comforting and letting his younger brother sleep with him. This continued on until Sungie’s nightmares stopped when he was about 12. But here they were, 6 years later, with Sungchan standing at the foot of his bed, just as he would 6 years earlier. Red eyes, puffy cheeks and all.

As Jaehyun is reminded of all of this, he is brought back to the present as Sungchan lets out a quiet sob, shivering as he can't handle the pain anymore. Jaehyun re-assesses the situation and finally questions, “What hurts Sungie?”, he asks as he reaches out to grab his little brother’s hand, pulling him closer to him. “I- it usually goes away on its own, b-”, Sungchan says in between sobs, now slowly removing the teddy bear from where he held it a minute ago, revealing his not-so-flat frontside, “but it’s been like t-that f-for three h-hours and it s-still won't go a-away.” Jaehyun quickly switches from his worried look to a quite embarrassed one in a matter of seconds. “I-”, he stops, thinking of what to say and how to rephrase what he was originally going to. Scratching the back of his head, he speaks up again, “Didn’t you just, I don’t know, think of rubbing one out?” Sungchan, much like his older brother, switched from a pained look to a confused one, but still kept his red eyes and puffy cheeks. “Huh?”

And in that moment, Jaehyun realizes that his younger brother, one he grew up with, one he thought was as knowledgeable as he was, was in fact, innocent.

“I d-don’t know what you're talking about hyung,” Sungchan speaks up, stuttering less, “like I said, I just wait for it to g-go away but tonight it just... won’t.” Jaehyun takes a deep breath and an even longer sigh, contemplating on whether or not to help his brother out, but decides on the former. “Have you ever heard of, man this is really awkward, masturbating? Or jerking off?” Jaehyun asks with a pained expression on his face, as if he was the one with a problem. “I heard Jeno and Jaemin hyung talking about it a bunch of times before but I never asked about it, why hyung?” Before Jaehyun gets the chance to reply, Sungchan breaks the silence once again, “Will that help soothe the pain, hyung? Will you teach me? Will you help me?” Jaehyun sighs once again as Sungchan looks down at his stuffed toy. “Did you lock the door?” Jaehyun asks, gesturing towards his left. Sungie looks up from his teddy bear and answers, “No hyung, I’ll go do it right now.”

As Sungchan leaves his older brother’s bed to lock the door, Jaehyun braces himself for the weirdest thing he’s ever done his whole life. He’s once again thinking about the consequences of what's about to happen, how mad his parents are going to be, how disgusted his girlfriend is going to be, and on top of that, how grossed out his aunts and uncles and relatives are going to be if they find out. However, before he can list all the negative outcomes of the night, his train of thought gets interrupted when he feels the edge of the bed dip as his little brother sits down near his foot. Jaehyun sighs once again as he prepares to speak up, but gets cut off when his brother winces, then says “Please help me hyung, it hurts so much.” Jaehyun contemplates for the last time as this is his last chance to back out from doing what may potentially damage and destroy his relationship, not only with his little brother, but with his girlfriend and family. He looks at him and realizes that he can’t bear to see his brother in pain any longer and ultimately decides on helping him. “Are you sure you want me to help you?” Jaehyun asks for consent, as he doesn’t want to end up regretting his actions. “Yes hyung, please help me.”

With one last scratch of the head, Jaehyun tells his younger brother to take his pajamas and underwear off. Sungchan is shocked and hesitant at first but he trusts his brother of 13 years. After all, he’s been there for him for every single problem he’s encountered. When his pet fish died, when he broke his favorite toy truck, even in being bullied, Jaehyun was always nearby to protect and comfort him. As he takes his beige pajamas and gray underwear off, his dick springs up, revealing itself for the first time. Jaehyun’s mouth goes agape, caught in a trance with the wand that is his little brother’s. He feels himself getting hard as well. He knows it’s wrong, but he just can’t help it. “Hyung, stop staring,” Sungchan says, hiding his face in his palm, adjusting his index fingers away from his eyes so that he can see, “you’re making me shy.” Jaehyun looks up from where he was looking and immediately feels his cheeks heating up. He closes his gaping mouth, only to reopen it once again, as he speaks, “It‘s just that uh-,” it’s Jaehyun’s turn to stutter, “you’re really big Sungie, even bigger than me.” He says, whispering the last part.

Finally deciding to man up and stop being shy, Jaehyun says, “Come here, sit in front of me with your back facing me.” Sungchan does as he’s told and yelps when he feels his older brother hug and pull him back towards him. He can now feel his older brother’s toned body through his back, which gets him excited even more. “Are you okay with me touching you Sungie?” Jaehyun asks, hands still on his little brother’s stomach from the hug. “Yes hyung.” With the words of approval from his brother, Jaehyun slowly but gently moves his cold hands from his brother’s stomach towards his dick. He’s hesitant to touch it at first, but eventually does it. As his frigid fingers touch his brother’s cock, the latter shivers and lets out a quiet moan. Jaehyun looks from his little brother’s cock, then to his face, then back again, and begins moving. “Ah hyung it f-“ Sungchan says in between moans, “f-feels so good- ah!” Jaehyun takes that as encouragement and goes from his excruciatingly slow pace to an even quicker one, sending Sungchan shivers from his cock all the way to his chest. “Hyung, wait-“ Not long after Jaehyun once started, Sungchan starts shivering under his hyung’s hold, “I feel like peeing-rmmgh” Jaehyun speeds up and speaks in a softer voice, “It’s alright Sungie, you’re just releasing pent up stress, for 18 years I assume.” Sungchan’s breathing gets heavier and even more uneven than it already was. With Sungchan’s eyes closed and mouth agape, he releases into his older brother’s hand, cum shooting upward first and landing all over. They stay in that position for a while until Jaehyun lets go of his little brother. “Hyung, I-“ Sungchan speaks up, still breathless from the first orgasm he’s had in 18 years, given to him by his brother, “that felt so good, I- I can’t believe I haven’t done that before.” Jaehyun smiles at his brother’s innocence and grabs a towel from the drawer beside him and cleans his little brother up, still in the same position they were in 5 minutes ago.

As Jaehyun wipes his brother clean, he remembers everything that he was thinking about 10 minutes ago, and makes a pained face. “Sungie, I know it felt good but you can’t tell anyone about what just happened okay?” Sungchan nods as his older brother speaks, “Jerking off is normally supposed to be done alone, not with anyone else—especially not with your brother. If anyone finds out Sungie I might-“

“Hyung,” Sungchan interrupts in a calm manner, “it’s okay, I won’t tell anyone.” Sungchan sends Jaehyun a warm smile as he gets out of his position to wear his pajamas once again, but pauses when he notices the big bulge in his older brother’s boxers. “Hyung, do you need help with that?” Jaehyun looked down and only now remembers and sees how obvious the bulge in his boxers is. “It’s alright Sung-“

“No hyung, I’ll help you, it’s okay. I know how much it hurts so I’ll help you feel better. I need practice anyway.” Jaehyun inhales sharply as Sungchan lays in front of him, belly facing down on the bed as his long fingers pull his Calvin Klein boxers down. “Wow hyung I may be longer but yours is really really thick,” Sungchan says, a surprised face put on, “and veiny too.” Jaehyun’s dick twitches at his younger brother’s words and Sungchan takes that as a sign to start. He’s not really sure on how to do it because his eyes were closed when his brother was doing him so he gently placed his hands on his brother’s dick in an attempt to mimic the older’s actions minutes ago, but stops when he realizes he doesn’t know what he’s doing. “Uhh hyung?” Sungchan says in a question-like manner, eyebrows up. “Here,” Jaehyun puts his hand over Sungchan’s as they move up and down the former’s cock. Jaehyun starts moaning as Sungchan has his mouth agape, surprised with what his hands are making his brother feel right now. Jaehyun lets go and lets his younger brother do him alone. Sungchan starts experimenting with speed, but still ends up putting his other hand on the older’s balls, which Jaehyun moans even louder at. Not long after, the younger feels his brother’s moans getting louder and louder, breath getting heavier and heavier just as his did 10 minutes ago. The older’s dick started twitching as Jaehyun said, “Oh fuck Sungie I think I’m about to- uhh-“ Ropes of cum shoot out Jaehyun’s cock and land on Sungchan’s face because of the position they were in. Sungchan was surprised at first but just stayed still. Once Jaehyun came down from his high, he quickly apologized and grabbed the towel he previously used to wipe the younger’s face. “I totally forgot we were in that position. I'm sorry.” Jaehyun says with a worried look. “It’s okay hyung, just let me sleep here tonight, I feel tired already.” Jaehyun contemplates on how awkward it would be to spend the night with his brother after what they just did, but comes to the conclusion that he’d much rather wake up to his brother than to wake up alone. “Alright Sungie. Just don’t tell mom or dad or anyone about this okay?”

“Yeah yeah hyung, I know”, Sungchan says as he puts his pajamas on, face still sticky from his older brother’s cum. Jaehyun moves to the corner of the bed, towards the wall, to make room for his younger brother. They both face the door, Jaehyun’s hands wrapped around Sungchan’s body as the latter hugs his teddy bear. “You know Sungie, this all reminds me of when you had nightmares and came to sleep with me a lot, maybe 8 or so years ago,” Jaehyun says out of the blue, memories rushing back to his mind, “when you were twelve, and I believe that that was the year you had started sleeping alone, well I woke up a bunch of times before you did and noticed you started getting morning wood. It was pretty funny to me at the time but I never knew that you didn’t jerk off or anything. I started doing it at 11, so at that time I have been doing it for three years already. I expected that you’d already started but.. apparently not. That must’ve hurt a lot Sungie.”

“I just didn’t know hyung. But I’m glad you taught me now, even if i’m already 18. I can’t believe I went all these years without knowing how good that feels, Thank you Jaehyunie Hyung”, Sungchan looks behind, a smile on his face. Jaehyun snuggles into Sungchan’s back as they both drift into deep sleep. Some memories were made that night, in the Jung household, memories Mr. and Mrs. Jung never ended up finding out about.

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 01.02.21

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 01.03.21

#jaehyun #sungchan #2jung #2jung smut #stepbrothers #nct #nct 2020 #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #smut #jaehyun smut #sungchan smut

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mehphoobia · 4 years ago

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You are beautiful

pairing - Tom Holland (actor) x Reader (college girl)

summary - Y/n is visiting her parents for the first time to Rio, whom she doesn’t know properly because they left her with her aunt when she was young. She is insecure about meeting her parents but she finds comfort in a stranger.

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word count- 2.9k or around 3k

warnings - mentions of insecurity and self doubt, no swearing(cause its like my first post so gotta stay ‘pure’)

“Get up Y/N and Claudia…its 8 am already. We are going to be late.” a faint alarm could be heard from the kitchen, two rooms away from your room.

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Your parents had been looking forward this vacation for months. With your father working in Rio for the past 7 years and your mother being a full time nurse at a nearby hospital in Rio where your parents lived, you never got a chance to feel how it felt to be with your parents. So naturally with no one to your care, you grew up with your Aunt Cass and your cousin Claudia, around whom your entire world revolved for the past 20 years.

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Grumpy, filled with laziness up to the brim Claudia dragged herself to your bed and tortured you to get up. “Just two more minutes. I swear”, you begged as if she was listening. Then came the final blow with a splash of water on your face and then well….its self-explanatory. You both got up, finished through the verbal fight which left Aunt Cass chuckling in the kitchen.

“Aren’t you a tad bit excited to go to Rio, it’s been years since your parents last spent time with you.” Asked Claudia looking at you expression-less face in the mirror while brushing your teeth. “I don’t know Cloud, it’s just that I don’t know how I should feel about it. I am nervous and scared and tired just thinking about how awkward it can get.”

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Your parents had last seen you on your 16th birthday, when they showed up at your house. The 16th year where you are neither an adult nor a child, of all those years they could have shown up, it was that year. Your mother had gifted you a manicure set and your father had bought you a hair kit and you absolutely had no idea what to do with it. Little did they know that you were more interested in trekking and photography rather than painting your nails and dyeing your hair? Where other girls chose tight fitting dresses and expensive heels you chose the comfort of sweatshirts: pajamas or jeans and sneakers.

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“You will be fine, it’s YOU after all. If I can tolerate you enough to share my room with you then trust me, anyone can put up with you” said Claudia boasting her patience and handing a comb from her dresser. “Why don’t you curse or compliment me one at a time” you snapped annoyingly. But you were grateful for supportive arms around you which calmed you down.

After getting ready, you greeted Aunt Cass with a smile on your face and a stretched good morning as you helped yourself with some toast and orange juice. “Eat well, it’s a long flight after all” said Aunt Cass followed by a “Yes ma’am.”

“Keep your phone charged at all times. Keep calling me after every two hours and did you pack enough clothes to last you a month. I don’t want to hear your mother complaining later about it. Should I pack some extra snacks for you, you will surely not take care for meals and if you skip any your meals throughout the day, I swear you have had it then.” It never ceased to amaze you how multitasking Aunt Cass could be. She is strict, tough and a woman of her words. There was not a single day when you and Claudia had not done your college assignments or homework with Aunt Cass being at home. But at the same time she would sit with you past midnight when both of you cousins stayed awake for you midterms. Maybe that’s why you never missed your parents because you never had a void in your life, Claudia and Aunt Cass had filled it lovingly.

That being said, before you knew it all three of you were in the car and already off for the airport. The entire ride was filled with constant chattering as to how famous and beautiful Rio is and as how will not be able to walk down a street without bumping into a celebrity. However you were lost in your thoughts about living with your parents for a month, about whom you knew nothing and neither did they about you.

After reaching the Leipzig Airport, you waved them goodbye, leaving the loving and proud embrace of Aunt Cass and a cute envious look on Claudia’s face you were all set for Rio.

During the flight:

It was a 15hr flight, with the overthinking and hyperactive person you were there was no possible way you could have had a simple excited flight journey, but there is no harm in wishing one for right? Or so you thought.

When you were boarding the plane you noticed an unusual number of bodyguards outside, literally engulfing the poor person standing in middle. What annoyed you the most was the people who were cheering, because at some point of time it wasn’t cheering anymore, it was a mob attack. After boarding, what greeted you were the over excited air-hostesses which was obviously because ‘the person’ as you painfully learnt through the mob attack. But all you could care at that moment was your seat being a window seat or not, and luckily it was. After putting your hand luggage in the upper compartment (you had three suitcases and one hand luggage) you finally asked a fellow passenger dressed in black hoodie with a mask on his face and skinny jeans as to what exactly was the commotion about and to brief you about the situation. The answer surprised you- it was none other than Tom Holland.

Your mouth was literally in the O shape and eyes wide open. It was the Tom Holland. It was your favorite actor travelling in the same flight with you. That explained the mob attack. The only person that came to you upper floor was your Claudia.

Y/N: TOM HOLLAND is in the flight right now!!!!!! Tom freaking Holland.

Claudia: wwwwhhhhaaatttt!!!???????, damn I knew I should have gone with you. How could you do this to me? Why?

Y/N: I am sorry ok I didn’t know or wait maybe I did. His visit to Leipzig was mentioned in his itinary on his twitter account how could we miss that? We just got lucky man and also I was squashed in the mob attack at the airport.

Claudia: Oh! You mean you got lucky dipshit!? Please tell me you got a picture!

Y/N: no I couldn’t, I hardly knew about him being on the plane I asked someone and I have been freaking out since.

*announcement for switching off electrical devices.*

Y/N: I have to switch off my phone for a while, the flight’s gonna take off.

Claudia: okay, I knew I should have come with you. Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!text me soon..love you

Y/N: yeah you should have, I miss you. Love you too.

“Are you a fan too?” asked your neighbor. You look at him with suspicious eyes was he eying your texts? Because if he was, that’s not healthy and it creeped you out. Even though, “well yes, me and my sister.” You said and hoped the conversation will die out there. He took the answer and you could imagine a small smirk curling upon his face by the wrinkling of his eyes which was adorable. By his physique and posture he looked no older than early twenties. “What about you, are you fan?” you asked, unknowingly and regretted it immediately. “He doesn’t bugger me, so you could say so. How long have you been a fan?” ,“My aunt happened to be watching ‘The Impossible’, when we were younger and we have been crazy about him since. My sister liked him like crazy as to how cute he was but I liked his acting in the movie but ended up liking him too.”

“Very interesting..” something about him was attracting you, maybe his aura, the charming vibes, you didn’t know, but you were just attracted. But something pinned you, his accent, he had a British accent. Unknowingly, when your eyes met, your heart skipped a beat. It’s him. He was sitting right here. He realized your surprised expression and said, ”You can take a picture now” he chuckled and looking directly at you. Your brain on the other hand was still processing the vital information and the very awesome physique with veiny and beautiful hands and captivating eyes. How could you miss his eyes, those beautiful passion filled dark brown eyes.

“uh..um..h hi, I mean hello nice to meet you, I am Y/N”, ”Tom Holland” he said extending a hand not taking his eyes off of you. It amazed you really, how could he despite being an actor maintain such a down to earth personality. The way he talks, listens to you, waits for your reply and him being in the economy class instead of comfortably sitting in the first class seating arrangements. Wait!?Why was he here?. As if he read your mind and a sudden change in your expression from being flustered to confused. “Too many people, I needed to get out of there and breathe by myself for once. No cameras, no media, no stylists….jus… just plain old me. By the way, my manager is my imposter”, he said with a smirk on his face.

“Oh sure, I can understand that, it can get tiring sometimes. The attention being forced on you that you were never used to it. My parents too, in that way, been out of my life since the very year I turned 1 and suddenly they want meet me and want me to stay with them for a month in Rio. I didn’t want to but my aunt convinced me and I couldn’t say no to her. ”, ”You stayed with your aunt your entire life? Didn’t you miss your parents?” his passionate eyes suddenly changed into concern and pity, “yeah, but she means a lot to me, she was there for all my dance ceremonies, each and every one of my birthday’s , my graduation, she means the world to me so does my sister, she is like my pillar, my support , an annoying one at that.” You said smiling on you lap, and you could feel his gaze softening upon yours. ”my parents, uhh…you can never miss something you never had.” You looked at him again, but this time you could feel and see his gaze on you, watching you and never leaving your eyes.

Both you were so lost in each other that you didn’t realize when the flight had taken off and the snacks table breaking your moment. “Oh it’s been so long already since the plane took off, I didn’t realize we even missed the safety instructions”, you both chuckled at that. “Oh man!, you are really beautiful, really” he said running his hand down his locks and realizing that his tone was a bit too loud, and he meant to keep the compliment to himself. “Sorry?” you asked, despite you pretty much heard it when he said it, you wanted to hear it again.

“uhh..i m..mean your teeth are beautiful.” He realized what he said and his expression was like ‘did I really just say that?’. “I mean your smile is beautiful, Not your teeth..oh wait..I mean your teeth are beautiful too but your smi…” you couldn’t hold you laugh anymore looking at him and his cute ‘war’ with himself. “Thank you, I guess, a lot of people say that about me after I got my braces removed.”

“Oh you had braces? Since when?” “around when I was 15, like every girl wanted to look pretty and wanted boys around her ,so me and my sister had braces for the sake of it, not that I cared about me getting a boyfriend, just for fun”. He seemed to have got stuck on one word, “so you got one?”…”got what?” , “a boyfriend I mean?”. His expression changed and yet again you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks, “I always wanted a crazy guy, who could have something similar to my interests, ‘cause I am not like every other girl in the town, I am into trekking and photography and outdoor activities, not just a girl who likes shopping and who always has to be around people so, my specifications are a bit particular, so I have never had a boyfriend.”

“So, no boyfriend, right?” he asked as if that being the only part he was interested in, or who knows may be he actually was.

After a few hours, you realized you had a lot of things in common and the internet was all wrong about his interests and all. It was like meeting a complete different person, a person whom you have known for the longest time as if you have always been together. You were attracted to him and so was he to you, and you could tell that.

“So what are you doing in Germany? Did you have a shoot here?” you didn’t mind asking because he already had mentioned a lot of stuff that he was not supposed to and also his eyes lit up when he was excited to tell you about some stuff anything at all. “uh..yeah we had to film a segment in Berlin and then we decided to take a break, so I around different places and now we are heading towards the Carnival.” “oh Carnival huh? My aunt says its pretty lively. That was like the main reason why I agreed to go Rio. ”

“so don’t mind me asking, but are you going to be awkward around your parents? Like I know you are not very close to them..” he asked you sincerely concerned with his hands slightly brushing off of yours on the handle of the seat. It’s like he wanted to hold your hand because he knew the weight of his question but he felt like you would disintegerate if he did so. You could feel the same pit around your stomach filled with nervousness that you had forgotten about a for couple hours. “I don’t know, it’s complicated, I don’t know anything about them and also they might have certain expectations about me and what do I do if I do not live up to it. I know we haven’t had a very comfortable story build around us but somehow I don’t wanna disappoint them from my side because they don’t know anything about me like the birthday incident I mentioned about. But I simply don’t want to disappoint because I don’t want my mother, who was never there for me, to question my aunt, who has always been there for me” It’s like you pour the entire timeline of your life in front of Tom and you were scared if he would drift away. “I understand Y/N, but your parents were the ones who planned this trip right?” “yeah they were the ones.” “so that’s it, you know when I have too much on my plate, my manager asks me to take a break and let everything go for sometime. All my meetings and appointments are cancelled because I will ruin them anyway, so there is no point of it. Your situation is kind of similar too, you have had a lot in your life with you parents not being there and now you simply just have to take a break and forget everything for a while because that’s what your aunt wants to you to do.” His hand finally rested upon yours and none of you flinched. It’s as if it’s meant to be.

That being said, you have already arrived in Rio and a beautiful ocean greeted you with open arms and you accepted it with a fresh mind. Tom’s hand still resting over yours and his fingers brushing the upper part of your hand and you look at each other embracing each other’s warmth with your eyes. That’s when you realized that you have fallen for him, not Tom Holland but just him, just Tom.

After the plane landed he was still holding on to you, scared to let go. He was scared to let you go because he cared about you and some fact had gotten him attracted towards you and he was scared to show you his vulnerable side. On the other hand you were scared to let go because you might never see him again. As if he sensed it again, what you were thinking, “I will see you again for sure. Don’t worry.” With a tight squeeze on his hand you let go and say “thank you, I will wait for you.”

“me too.”

You didn’t see him again after departing the flight, he would steal glances out of every opportunity to see you ,lost between the flashes of cameras and cheering, till the last second. The last time you saw him was to murmur something to his manager pointing towards you and that was it, the escalator distanced him from you. But you would still wait..

Outside the gate you could see your parents waiting for you, with Tom’s words in your mind you greeted them with a smile and everything seemed normal, as if they were always with you.

Two weeks later, still no message from Tom.

Claudia bombarded you with messages, when you told her about the entire duration of the flight. You were kind of annoyed with messages cause they were literally somewhere is hundreds. So you decided to ignore her for sometime.

*Ting* some part of you wanted to check that message but the other part of you wanted to go eat pizza because you were really tired from messaging and explaining everything to Claudia over texts. But then you were like *screw it* and you checked the message and…

*unknown number*: I said you were really beautiful Y/N….

A/n- uh..first of all thank you for reading this, cause it like my first post and my first fanfiction so i was a bit skeptical about posting this but fuck it, here it is guys it took me around four hours to complete this and its worth it.

also if you wanna be tagged in this just let me know!!! *uwu face*

lemme know if you want a part 2 of this, because I will gladly include it with improvement of course, love you ppl...

#tomholland #tom holland #tomholland fanfiction #tomhollandxreader #tom holland x reader #actor!tomholland #actorxreader #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tomhollandfluff #tomxreader #actor tom holland #actortom #marvel

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loth-wolffe · 3 years ago

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About that Fox post: i absolutely love you for writing it, thank you for that

Also, for your consideration:

- Where were you during the zillo beast attack?

- throwing a surprise birthday party for him?

- going shopping together

- I have a scenario that him dating an investigative journalist would be very chaotic, any thoughts?

- what's the friendship with his brothers like?

- why do i fell he would be good with kids? Like your nephew or something

- on that note, does he get the dad genes from Jango?

- post-war AU? in the timeline where Palpatine chokes and dies like he's supposed to

- Getting!! Married!! (eventualy)

many Fox thoughts today, many thoughts

sorry this is so long, I have little self control and a lots of love for fox. i love u so much for asking this and letting me explore what a life with fox would be like.

also I apologize for being a h*rny bitch and not controling myself, so nsfw thots are marked like this so if u wanna skip that's fine.

and uh, first I'm gonna answer the investigative journalist hc and base everything about this in that solely thought because that's a galaxy brain thing to say.

I have a scenario that him dating an investigative journalist would be very chaotic, any thoughts?

AHDJSJ I LOVE THIS. okay okay but I feel like because of this job this is exactly why you guys met, like you needed some info and you asked some shiny but he didn't know a thing and you were like "is there someone I can talk with about this?" and when he's about to reply, Fox enters in action and he's like "need anything?" but sO COCKY.

he hates journalists mostly because some of them treat the clones very badly and never talk about the casualties or that kind of stuff about war, right.

like, it would turn into this-- banter filled with sexual tension that would've ended up in a make out session if 1. fox didn't have that much of self control and two if he weren't wearing his bucket.

it'd be like

"listen man-"

"it's commander for you." a pause, "or sir."

or like

"i need to do other things if you don't mind."

"i can think of a few you could be doing right now." and the way your eyes run through his entire body, even if he's all covered in plastoid but damn you if he isn't the hottest man walking, and he actually shivers, and gulps, because it's not like he wasn't thinking about that either, pushing down your pants and railing you right then and there in that fucking filthy alley. he is well aware how his suddenly codpiece feels too tight, but you only smirk and go, "you know, like giving me the information I need?"

KDJSJ IMAGINE THE POWER. THE POSSIBILITIES.

it'd be so ridiculous, but you also caused this impression on him that when you turned away to go on your business he was dEVASTED, but he didn't want to let u know he actually liked you. He's stubborn, that man.

So by some miracle when you're investigating something, you guys run into each other bc he's on patrol or something and he's GIDDY. but also frozen in place bc he didn't think he would ever see you again, mostly because Coruscant is big and has too many people in it. and you're like

"ah, commander fox, isn't it?" and he quickly resumes to say something that shows how aNNOYED he pretends to be, but he ends up tagging alone because "these parts are not safe"

"oh?"

"you'd need protection."

and the smirk you have is sO ARROGANT because it's not your first rodeo.

"you wouldn't want to have a civvie getting killed or something on your watch now, would you?" and he clears his throat and nods sharply. and you give him this innocent eyes and bat your lashes, "my hero."

and if you think those words didn't do aNYTHING to him, you're mistaken u hear me, he's instantly hARD.

so anyways after that YOU ask him out, and he's like, stuttering and saying yes and all.

now some random thoughts on this magnificent hc.

• if it can't be himself, he would always have the men he trusts the most going on patrols around the zone you're around in case something happens.

• he lOVES when you rant about something new you discovered, and when he asks for mOre info bc he's a, how do you say chismoso?, he loves gossip??? anyways and you're like "nu huh, you gotta wait till tomorrow, foxie"

• he aLWAYS makes sure to read/see your job, either if you work for some newspaper, magazine, etc or if you're on the TV he nEVER misses it.

• if you work for the TV, his brothers are always like "fOX YOUR GIRL IS ON THE HOLONET LIKE RN!!!" and he gives them this bitch face because he kNOWS THANK YOU.

• alright but imagine going on dates with him and being like "did you know there was an investigation last year around this part that–?" ROMANCE AT ITS PEAK.

• if his shift ends before you even think of going home, he definitely joins you on your investigations.

Where were you during the zillo beast attack?

uhh, I think you'd be home, like maybe you turned in early and fox maybe didn't know, so he was almost in tears when he called you after the whole thing happened because he was so worried.

of course, during the attack, he tried to push the thought aside, bc I think all clones have this, uh, switch, that makes them not worry during missions that much? just like, have this thought here and there but nothing serious that would make them paralyzed and have a panic attack right there. but every second he thought of you and hoped you were alright.

unlike you, that were worried sick because you saw the chaos unfold, the troopers arriving in shuttles and the jedi doing whatever they were doing and you just heard destruction. you DID cried a bit and when fox called you, you cried even harder. and he was like "it's alright, I'm alright baby."

that night he hold you SO tight, whispering sweet nothings on your ear and never stopped kissing you once. you barely got any sleep because you were so afraid of waking up only to find out the other died on the attack and it was all a dream.

throwing a surprise birthday party for him?

AAAAAH THIS IS SO CUTE.

now, clones don't exactly have a birthday???? but he did all these nice things for your birthday (he and the boys baked you a cake that was sO UGLY and tasted a bit weird) so you thought you could surprise him too.

it's most likely he gives you the date when he graduated from Kamino or something and for all the years you're with him, you never miss his "birthday" at first you did something quiet, like a dinner at your place, bought him something nice, gave him a bath or something and spoiled the shit out of him.

so for the second year, you threw him a party in his office, made him this cake or whatever and decorated with red and white balloons and invited a few troopers that wanted to help you and he was stoic for a moment, but then you were like "hAPPY BIRTHDAY!" and hugged him so tight and he relaxed under your touch and whispered this small "thank you baby"

everyone congratulated him and he was a bit awkward but when they start telling all these stories of them and fox on the job, he starts to loosen up a bit, so while everyone is eating cake he hugs you from behind and chuckling lowly in your ear as he listens to his brothers.

he dOESNT like pda like I said but he forgets for a moment because he just loves you sO SO SO SO MUCH. it's also easier for him to whisper filthy things into your ear and mumble how good you are for him, that he doesn't deserve you, that he can't wait for everyone to leave cause he wants to have his present (you) nipping your earlobe and making u all hot and bothered and would def fuck you nice and hard on his desk. yup

going shopping together

imagine, jUST IMAGINE, he'd look like your personal bodyguard 😭😭 like, he'd be behind you carrying most of your bags and people would look at you wondering who are you, why are you sO important to have the commander of the Coruscant guard with you???

but like, you don't care and fox doesn't even notice, and he'd be so attentive, faking to be both annoyed and uninterested but he'd see this nice shirt or dress or whatever and grumble something like "you'd look good on this" i just-

and like when you pass by the lingerie store, dUDE, he'd make you model for him, him sitting like he fucking owns the place, getting harder and harder every time he sees you in a new pair of underwear and when you show off this cute little red set. damn.

if you go to the market or something, he'd always love to show you these things like "look at that" or just pull you towards this stall and you'd adORE to show him stuff like, "ohh, fox here try this" or "what you think about this?" and stuff like that.

what's the friendship with his brothers like?

i think it'd be very easy-going and light, they would tease you sometimes, but they really like you, mostly because they see fox isn't as stressed as before and they see how happy he is when around you.

they think he deserve it, to have somewhere where he's free and loved, so yeah.

they sometimes ask him about you and never miss a chance to say hi when you stop by the office.

the boys absolutely ADORE you.

why do i fell he would be good with kids? Like your nephew or something. does he get the dad genes from Jango?

HE WOULD AND HE DOES.

like, I think at first he'd be very hesitant when it comes to children, like he'd be nervous when you introduce him to your niece and when you ask him if he wants to hold her, he says a quick no and just prefers to watch you, heart feeling funny when you make faces at the little baby in your arms.

at some point he dOES hold her, with such care and a gentleness that makes your heart flutter, and he coos softly as she sleeps soundly in his arms, rocking her with a delicacy you thought impossible from such hard man, and when he looks at you his eyes shine with this flash of something you can quite place but makes your heart skip a beat and think of how much you'd love to have this, with him, a little family, a baby that has his curls and maybe your eyes, a mix of your skin color with his and maybe his stubbornness completed by your charisma. a perfect little thing for you two to hold and care and love.

he'd be such a good dad, but then again every clone would be the most fantastic dad bc it's literally in their genes.

if you have a nephew that is, u know, older but still a kiddie, like 5 or 6, the lil boy would be aMAZED by fox, he'd love him so much, like imagine, always asking for the commander, wanting to play with him, asking fox to carry him eVERYWHERE, and at first fox would be like, shy and uncertain and he wouldn't know how to act until he accepts the fact that this little boy really likes him and looks up to him and fox becomes The Cool Uncle™

post-war AU? in the timeline where Palpatine chokes and dies like he's supposed to and Getting!! Married!! (eventualy)

well, in my post-war AU, clones get Rights™ and get paid and have vacations and stuff, sO, maybe you get to have Fox for a little more time and his schedule isn't as bad as it was during the war, so maybe after the war you get home to a nice dinner and fox using this silly apron and sometimes you come home early just so you can cook with him.

maybe you go on holidays to these nice places, going to the beach or the woods and finally settling somewhere quiet, start a family in this nice house or if you don't want kids then it's just the two of you and maybe a few pets.

i think the wedding would be officiated in Coruscant, of course, so his brothers and your fam can go, he'd definitely cry when he see you walking down the isle or when you put the ring on his finger and he'd be so so so happy, dancing with you all night, being so clingy because he's just Over the moon, y'know, kissing your cheeks and neck, whispering how lucky he is and how much he loves you, and how good you look, never leaving your side and always leaning over with pouty lips for you to kiss him.

when he proposed it was during one of your sweet, soft times with him, maybe in the aftertaste of your sexy times, as he holds you close to his chest, fingers running up and down your skin, as he stares at the ceiling and the question comes out as if he were talking about the weather, his heartbeat is slow and steady and it's one of those times he feels confident and sure.

you have talked about a future together, so he knows you'd say yes.

it's more a statement than a question, really.

"marry me." he would say, so quietly, almost a whisper. and when you look up you only find this beautiful emotion filling his eyes.

"what?" you just want to make sure you heard right, he'd smile softly, cup your cheek and as his thumb caresses your skin he'd whisper.

"will you marry me?"

you oBVIOUSLY say yes while ugly sobbing.

#ANYWAYS #i love fox #i love him your honor #I LOVE HIM #commander fox x reader #commander fox #headcanons #ted talks with ari

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definitelyseven · 4 years ago

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rebel | two (m)

summary: when you discover your whole life has been a lie, you go on a rebellious rampage including fooling around with your adopted brother

optional bias x reader

one (m) | two (m) | three (m) |

It was awkward between the two of you. He must’ve slept on the couch because he never came back into the room last night. You didn’t sleep much either. You couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. This was what you were afraid of, but you swore in that moment when your body was pressed against his, he wanted it just as much as you did. You felt that he did.

“Y/N!” It was Jack. “Y/N!” You didn’t really come out of your room today. You only left your room when you were sure they went out, but they were back now so you locked yourself in the room again.

“What is it?” you asked him on the other side of the door.

“We’re pregaming to go out soon. Do you want to come with us?”

“No I’m okay,” you politely declined.

“You can’t hide in there forever. Make up with him already,” he sang before walking away. There was no making up needed. You weren’t mad at him. You were avoiding him just as much as he was avoiding you.

A couple of hours past and you were starting to get hungry. You tip-toed out of your room, checking to see if anyone was there. As soon as you got to the kitchen, the door bell rang. It was the pizza delivery man. You grabbed the pizza from him, wondering who ordered it.

“That’s my pizza,” he said coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping from his hair and body.

“Oh my god, you scared me!” you said frightened. You gulped seeing his half naked body.

“Sorry...” he mumbled.

“I thought you went out with them,” you said awkwardly.

“I didn’t feel like going out. You hungry?” he asked walking away to your shared room and coming right out fully dressed. “Listen about last night...” he mumbled.

“Can we just forget what happened last night? I want things to go back to normal. I hate the awkwardness and walking on eggshells,” you vented. If you had a choice, you wouldn’t want to forget what happened last night. But seeing how awkward you and him were, you didn’t have a choice. You just wanted things to go back to normal.

He sighs in relief, “Yes! We were both really drunk. We were confused.”

“Yes..yes we were,” you agreed. He pulls you into his arms, giving you a tight hug. Even though it’s only been one night, you already missed his touch.

Now that the cat was out of the bag, the both of you were able to happily enjoy dinner together without any awkwardness. You even asked him to watch a movie with you after dinner as a peace offering.

This was a bad idea - watching a movie in bed with him. You laid in his arms with his hand gently stroking your back as you watched the girl slowly undressed herself before straddling the naked man. You bit your lips, feeling your cheeks heat up. From the angle that you were laying, your eyes couldn’t help but wander to his pants. You continued to bite your lip, watching his cock move against his pants. You slowly lifted your leg over his, cuddling closer to him. Your body shifts as the screen zooms in on the couple fucking. You cursed yourself for picking this movie. You could feel the speed of his heart quicken every time the girl moaned. He was horny too.

One of your legs was just below his crotch and you could feel his dick harden every time you shifted. His hands reached underneath your shirt, gently stroking your naked back, as he lifts your body slightly on top of his. The two of you never took your eyes off the TV, afraid of what would happen if you did look at each other because you both knew you wouldn’t be able to blame it on the alcohol this time.

“You okay?” he whispered.

“Uhh... yeah,” you replied, swallowing the thick lump in your throat. By now, more than half your body was on top of his, but you were comfortable and horny. So horny.

His hand stroking your back, stopping right where your panties were, made your pussy tingle and wet. You could feel how wet you were just by how your panties stuck to your core. He slightly turns his body, his crotch just below your heated core. You could feel the tip of his cock poke at your entrance, begging to make its way in. This was dangerous. The only thing that was keeping his cock from slipping inside you was your thin laced panties that were practically soaked.

“Is it a little hot in here?” you asked, rubbing his chest.

“A little...”

You cleared your throat and lifted yourself up on top of him, with each leg on one side. You finally mustered enough courage to look at him. His hands stroked your thighs, rubbing them up and down and squeezing them. He reaches for your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He rubs the bottom of your lip with his thumb. You lifted your lower body away from his crotch, getting ready to get off him and the bed but he holds you down, slamming your lower body against his. You let out a light moan feeling the tip of his cock push into your pussy.

“Where are you going?” he grunted.

“I want to change into something cooler,” you tell him. His hands were already inside your shirt holding your waist.

“Just take this off,” he said already helping you lift your t-shirt over your head. You used your arms to cover your boobs as he tosses your shirt onto the ground. There you were; topless and straddling your big brother. The only piece of clothing you had was your black laced panties. He tried to keep his eyes on your face, but he couldn’t help but wander down to your arms that was covering your breasts.

His hand finds its way back to your waist, guiding your hips back and forth against his cock. You bit your lip, holding in a moan. You desperately wanted him to rip your panties off you so you could feel him raw against your wet pussy. His fingers inch closer and closer to your center. He loops his fingers inside your panties, playing with the seams of it. With one rough tug, he punctures your panties with his fingers, tearing it in two. You gasped finally feeling his thick cock in between your folds.

“Fuck...” you whimpered as you reached for his chest, digging your nails into him. He slowly pulled the ripped panties off you before tossing it onto the ground. You were now completely naked on top of him. You gulped, feeling your wet pussy pressed against his thin boxers with the tip of his cock sticking out of the opening. You’d be lying if you said you wanted him to stop or if it didn’t feel good. He sits up and rests his head against the headboard with you still in his lap. “Fuck...” you called. He lifts his lower body off the bed before pulling his boxers down. His cock sprung upwards before guiding you back on top of him.

The both of you were surprisingly calm, clear on what you were doing. You swallowed the lump in your throat before moving your hips up and down his cock. His cock was thick, spreading your folds apart every time you moved up and down against him. He grabs your arm that was covering your breast, moving it away to reveal your boobs.

“We can’t tell anyone about this,” he said. “No one can ever know.”

You nodded before leaning down to kiss him. His hand strokes your cheek as he wrestles your tongue with his. You take his tongue in your mouth, gently sucking on it before moving onto his bottom lip. You nibbled it softly whilst grinding your hips against his crotch. Occasionally the tip of his cock will slip in your pussy making you moan in his mouth. The both of you smiled at each other as you both pulled away for air. His lips trails to your chin and down your neck where he left patches of light pink bruises.

“I want to take my time with you,” he said as he sucked on your collar bone. “Ever since I had you, I can’t stop thinking how well you take me,” he mumbles, kissing down your chest. He wraps his mouth around your breast, sucking and twirling his tongue against your nipples. You threw your head back, grabbing a fistful of his hair. He slowly enters his cock into your wet pussy.

“H/N...” you moaned, spreading your legs apart for him. Unlike the first time, he went in slowly, waiting for you to adjust to him. He wraps his arms around your body, pressing your chest against his before kissing you again. His hands roam all over your naked body while thrusting slowly into you.

“Do you know how badly I wanted to fuck you?” he asked rhetorically. “Do you know how many ways I’ve dreamnt about fucking you? How many times I’ve had to relieve myself thinking about you?” he whispered against your lips.

“I’m yours...” you whispered. “H/N, I’m yours. You can have me any way you want,” you moaned while bouncing on his lap. You rolled your hips against his, feeling his cock hit your g-spot each time. He grabs the back of your neck as he makes you look at him while he fucks your wet pussy. You moaned loud as you bounced up and down on his cock.

“Yes baby, you take me so well. Your pussy is so wet for me,” he grunts as his pace quickens.

“Harder...” you begged. “H/N, fuck me harder,” you moaned, holding onto his shoulder for support.

“Patience princess. We have all night,” he whispers against your lips before sliding his cock out of you. Your mouth watered at how his cock glistened with your juices. He motions you to sit on his face and you happily did so. You held onto the headboard as you sat on him. He sucks on your folds before moving his tongue slowly between your folds and onto your clit. He twirls his tongue against your bud, stimulating it with small licks. You let out a loud moan as you threw your head back from how good it felt. He holds onto the side of your thighs as you began to hump his face.

“Fuck...” you groaned. “H/N, oh God that feels so good,” you moaned, gasping for air. You were sensitive and overstimulated. He was meticulous; leaving no parts untouched. He knew all the right places to touch to push you almost over the edge, but every time you were close, he would slow down, prohibiting you from cumming anytime soon. You moved your pussy away from him to look at his face that was covered with your juices. You turned around with your ass facing him and bend down to lick his cock once. You could see the precum coming out of the tip as you swiped your tongue over it. He groaned once he felt your tongue on him. You held his thick cock in your hands before spitting on it. You stroked it, getting every inch covered in your spit before sucking his tip. He grabs your ass spreading it far apart for him to see your already dripping pussy.

“Be a good girl and suck your big brother’s cock,” he orders as he massages your ass. Something about this being so wrong made you so much more horny. You put his cock in your mouth slowly, without sucking him. He groans once the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. “Don’t tease baby,” he said as he thrusted himself in your throat. You gave him one long, hard suck before releasing his cock out of your mouth with a pop sound. You continued to do this slowly until you feel him slap your ass rather roughly. You could feel your ass heat up from the slap. “I said don’t fucking tease,” he grunts. You could tell how badly he wanted to shove his cock down your mouth, but you wanted to tease him some more. You wanted him to slap you some more. So you stuck your ass up and sucked him off slowly, twirling your tongue all over his tip before releasing it out of your mouth. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth. He slaps your ass again. This time much harder. He pulls your ass back to sit on his face as he aggressively sucks on your clit. You moaned loudly feeling how close you already were.

He sticks two fingers into you as he continued to work on your clit; alternating between sucks and nibbles. You were so close. You opened your mouth and shoved his thick cock down your throat, gagging on it, but that didn’t stop you. You bobbed your head up and down, sucking him just like a lollipop. Every time you sucked on him hard, his moans sent vibrations to your pussy. You rolled your hips against his face; on the brink of cumming all over him. You wanted to see how much of his cock you could take in your mouth so you shoved it down your throat; not stopping no matter how many times you gagged. Once you reached the bottom of his cock, you bobbed your head a couple of times before removing his cock out of your mouth.

“Fuck where’d you learn that?” he moaned as he motioned for you to lay down. Your eyes were watery, red from all the choking and coughing. “Is this what you do to other guys?” He gets you comfortable on the bed before leaning down to your face. “Do other men get to fuck my little sister’s tight little pussy?”

“N-no...just you,” you moaned, feeling his cock slowly enter you.

“That’s right baby girl...only I can make you this wet,” he boasted as his cock fills you up. The both of you moan together. His arms laid between your head. His eyes never left yours as he fucked you. He lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder, exposing more of your swollen cunt to him. He was fucking you so hard that each thrust made his balls slap against your pussy. You loved it. “Tell me...” he said looking straight down at you. “Tell me is this what you’ve imagined too?”

“Y-yes...” you choked out. “I imagined you fucking me so hard that I could barely stand up the next morning. I imagined you fucking me while our parents were downstairs. I imagined you fingering me at the dinner table and sneaking away to the kitchen for seconds but actually fucking me on the kitchen floor,” you explained. He loved hearing your filthy thoughts about him. Each explanation caused him to thrust into you harder. You swore he was so deep in you, each thrust felt like it was hitting your guts. “Choke me...” you whimpered.

“Fuck you’re so hot,” he groaned, wrapping his hands on your neck. He started choking you lightly before you asked to be choked harder. Once you felt that you couldn’t breathe anymore you held onto his wrist tightly, signaling him to stop. You gasped for air once his hands were off your neck. By now, both your legs were over his shoulder as he pounded into you.

“H/N I’m so close,” you tell him. He smirks down at you, picking up his pace.

“Look at me. I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum. Scream my name,” he grunted. “Tell me I’m on the only one that can make you scream,” he said before pulling out of you and then slamming it quickly back in. He did this a couple times, followed by several hard thrusts. You held onto his biceps as you felt your body heat up and shake underneath him. You screamed his name as he continued to ram his thick cock in you during your orgasm. “Good girl,” he purred in your ears.

He slowly pulls out of you. Your legs shaking from the orgasm you just had. He chuckles seeing how fucked out you were. You thought this was the end, but it wasn’t. He flips you over to lay on your stomach and spreads your legs apart. Your head deep in the pillows as he watches your pussy still convulsing from the orgasm. It was difficult to kneel with your legs still shaking. H/N knew that but he didn’t care. He watches your pussy carefully before shoving three of his fingers in you. You threw your head back in both pleasure and pain; still sensitive from the previous orgasm. “Have you ever squirted before?”

You were caught off by his question. Sure, you’ve had sexual partners before but none of them has ever made you feel this good. No one has ever made you cum twice in one night before. “N-no...” you moaned.

He snickers from behind you, “Tonight’s the night baby sister.”

“I don’t think I can,” you tell him honestly. “No one’s ever made me cum twice in one night before.”

“That’s because none of them were me,” he boasted again. No doubt he was the best you ever had. By the way he moved and the way he talked in bed, you knew he was an expert.

“Oh you think you’re that good?” you moaned again feeling his other hand play with your clit in circular motions.

“Baby I know I’m that good just by the way your pussy is already clenching on my fingers,” he smirked. He wasn’t wrong. You felt it too. “I’m going to make all your dreams come true tonight,” he whispered as he stuck his fourth finger in you. You didn’t think it was possible to fit that many down there. He curves his fingers upward, touching a spot that was foreign to you, but sent you seeing stars.

“God don’t stop...right there,” you moaned thrusting your hips.

“Did you just call me God?” he teased again. The combination of his fingers fucking you and the pressure he was applying your sensitive clit drove you over the edge. He was ruthless: his pace never slowing down as your pussy continues to clench on his fingers.

“I think I’m close...” you tell him again. Just as you thought his fingers can’t go in any further, it does. He continues to curve his fingers upward knowing that was the spot to get you off. “Oh god....” you moaned. “Oh god...” you screamed as you feel yourself cumming. He slowly pulls his fingers out, watching your pussy clench and convulse, squirting out milky substance. You tried to squeeze your legs together but he doesn’t let you. He wants to see your pussy clench on nothing. You continued to scream his name as you made a mess on your bed.

“That’s my good baby...” he compliments. Your legs were trembling at this point, unable to move. He always dreamnt of seeing you this fucked out underneath him, but seeing it in person, made him so horny. He gently massages your shaking legs as he got on top of you. “Be a good little sister and take me one more time...” he cooed in your ear. You were beyond exhausted but you didn’t want this to end. You wanted to feel his cum in you again so you nodded. Still on your stomach, he spreads your shaky legs apart and enters you in one swift motion. “Fuck...how are you tighter than before?” he grunted. Each time he thrusted into you the bed frame would hit against the wall. At one point, you even thought the bed would break because of how much it was moving. He was still drilling into you, ruthlessly. He had so much energy. “Just a little more baby girl...” he moaned. You gripped the bed sheets in your hands, moaning and squirming from the overstimulation. This was too much for you, but you didn’t want to stop.

“The other night at the club when I was dancing with Jinyoung...” you managed to moan out. “Punish me for dancing with him...punish me for getting wet for him.” The thought of you getting wet over his best friend would piss him off and you knew it. He holds onto your waist tightly, pulling it out of you, and slamming right back into your pussy, making you cry out in pleasure.

“You dirty little slut...” he calls you as he roughy fucks your pussy. “My little sister is a fucking slut, isn’t she? Dreaming about fucking her older brother and his best friends...” he moaned. His pace was sloppy now and you knew he was close. You were close too.

“Yes I’m a fucking slut. I want you to fuck me and then I want all your friends to fuck me with your cum dripping out of my pussy,” you whimpered. “I want you and your friends to fill me up with cum...” you begged. His friends were hot. Even you couldn’t deny fantasizing about them every once in a while.

“You fucking whore,” he grunted. “What happened to being all mine?” He reaches for the hand that was grabbing onto the sheets and interlocks his fingers with yours. He holds onto them tightly as you hear he swear and grunt. He was almost there. “You’re mine...” he grunts possessively. His other hand reaches for you clit, rubbing it vigorously so you can come once again. “You’re mine...” he repeats before cumming inside you. His hot cum paints your walls, pushing you over the edge as you cum again. The room was filled with loud moans as you both came down from your highs. You stayed in this position for a while. Not because you wanted too but because you couldn’t move your legs. They were shaking too much.

He pulls out of you slowly before falling down next to you. Your chests heaved up and down, bodies sweaty from all sex. He pulls your body on top of his.

“I can’t feel my legs,” you tell him. He chuckles, tucking a strand of sweaty hair behind your ear.

“We really can’t let anyone know about this,” he reminded.

“I know,” you responded. “No one would understand this.”

#definitelyseven

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meltwonu · 4 years ago

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| caffeine | [chapter 4]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; daddy kink, minor dumbification, name calling(like once) but also soft wonwoo!! 🥺💕 we love soft woo in this house!! thank you for your continued patience y’all! I love u 💕 take care of yourselves, drink water 💕💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - x - x - x - x - x - x

For the next couple of days, you continue to text Wonwoo; somewhat shocked that he was quite responsive to your messages. Something about him struck you as the ‘left on read’ type initially, then you realized you didn’t really know much about Wonwoo in actuality.

On the flipside, you avoid the library all-together, getting your work done at home where you can actually focus and get the shit done. Also because you start to worry that people like Mingyu, who reads you like an open book, will start to take notice of your sudden frequent visits to the library that you normally only went to once in a while.

Wonwoo texts you a few times asking if you’re okay and you wonder for a second if maybe the fox-eyed fratboy actually cared about your wellbeing and you reply back each time, letting him know that you’re fine and just preferred to get work done at home for the time being.

He doesn’t ask any further.

Except this time when he texts you on a Saturday afternoon after his shift at the library, you can’t help but be curious what his intentions are. He asks you to meet him at a cafe, citing a time and location without any further instructions or details. You know for sure he doesn’t have any classes since it’s a saturday so he must be free all day. And you contemplate telling him you’re busy, but you figure it can’t hurt to see what he wants.

When you show up to the cafe on Saturday, you’re running late by a few minutes, power walking into the shop as quickly as you can while your eyes search for Wonwoo. He probably came here right after his shift, you think, fuck, I hope he wasn’t waiting long.

“Hey! Over here!”

Turning, you see him at a corner table, two drinks already present while he puts the book he was reading away. “I was kind of wondering if you weren’t going to show up.” He smiles at you kindly as you sit down and for a moment you wonder if you’re really meeting the same Wonwoo.

“Uh, yeah, sorry, I woke up late so…”

“S’okay. Happens all the time and anyway it’s Saturday so most people sleep in. Anyway, I ordered you a caramel macchiato, I didn’t really know what you wanted to be honest.” His voice turns shy, mumbling towards the end as you choke on your own spit. This could not be Wonwoo.

The Wonwoo you knew was cocky and domineering; full of mesmerizing charm and unending smirks when he fucked you. This Wonwoo in front of you matched his usual outward image; shy and reserved, avoidant eyes when you try to make eye contact.

“Oh, uh, this is fine! Thank you. I kinda realized we don’t really know much about each other, huh?” You end with an awkward laugh, picking up your cup to take a sip.

“Yeah, to be honest, that’s why I invited you out today. I thought maybe we can… get to know each other.”

“Hu--Huh? Oh, um, yeah that… would be good.”

You can’t help but blush when Wonwoo opens the door for you when you exit the cafe.

Over the approximate hour and a half there, Wonwoo tells you about himself while you tell him about yourself, learning little bits and pieces of each others’ lives. And what you learn about Wonwoo couldn’t be farther from the one you’d gotten to know between the bookshelves.

He tells you about his archeology major; eyes lighting up when he tells you about the research one of his professors had been doing. And then when he tells you about his volunteer work at the rescue center that he usually does on Saturdays, you feel your heart doing backflips in your chest. There was no way you were going to fall for a guy from SVT House. You hated that you automatically categorized him with the rest of his fraternity but there was a reason why they were notorious in the first place.

“Hey, you okay?” Wonwoo’s worried eyes meet your confused ones. “H-huh?” He leads you onto the sidewalk, hand on the small of your back as he walks with you down the street. “I was asking you if you wanted me to walk you home or if you wanted to come to the rescue center with me. We won’t be there for long but it’s… something to do, I guess. I usually go after my shift at the library and I’m usually alone but we were at the cafe for a while so...”

You try to swallow down any weird romantic feelings that threaten to bubble up, nodding your head as you send him a small smile. “Yeah, I’d love that actually. I mean, to come to the rescue center with you.”

The two of you spend the rest of the afternoon together playing with the kittens that Wonwoo had seemingly fallen in love with; watching as they followed him around while he cleaned up. You help him tidy up, only sitting down once all the chores were taken care of.

A small calico comes to sit in Wonwoo’s lap when the two of you finally get ready to leave for the day.

“She seems to like you a lot, Wonwoo. She’s been following you all day!” He laughs at your compliment, petting the cat in his lap. “Guess I just have that kinda charm, huh?” You roll your eyes, reaching into his lap to pet the, now, purring cat. “She just wants a daddy to take her home and care for her.” In a flash, you realize the fault in your wording, cheeks heating up immediately when you realize your mistake and Wonwoo’s sudden silence.

“She wants a daddy, is that what you said?” “Um, y-yeah, you know, wants… to be taken to a loving home.” “Mm. I see.”

Neither of you say any more, letting the cat get the last bit of your attention until it’s time to leave.

Wonwoo walks you back to your place after; the silence almost deafening until he stops in front of your building.

“I guess I’ll see you around then?”

“Y-yeah, I’ll, um, see you around Wonwoo. I had a nice, um, time.”

“Yeah, me too. Goodnight.”

Mingyu invites you to a study party of sorts one weekday after his morning class wraps up, promising you there’d be food if you showed up. You agree on the count of free food, but you remember halfway to the SVT House that, yes, Wonwoo lives there too.

Checking the time, you realize it’s just a bit after his shift at the library but he has afternoon classes so you breathe a sigh of relief, continuing your walk towards the frat house. Vernon meets you at the door, ushering you inside to the living room where the others were already getting started.

“Ah, there she is! My favorite nerd.”

Mingyu slams his book shut, getting up from his place on the floor to pull you into a hug. Your eyes immediately scan around the room, eyes fixated on a certain silver haired male oddly present.

“Uhh…” You freeze up in Mingyu’s hold, tentatively wrapping your arms around his midsection for a half hearted hug. “Yeah, hi…”

“Did you just ignore the fact I just called you a nerd? Are you finally accepting your true calling?” Mingyu jokingly checks your temperature, laughing as he drags you to a spot in between himself and Minghao on the floor.

“Okay, anyways weirdo, I know you haven’t formally met everyone so say hi.” You crack a tight lipped smile, introducing yourself to the others present in the room. You realize that it’s true you’d never been formally introduced to anyone in SVT House, but it made sense considering you’d either decline their party invites and the only other few times you’d seen them were in passing. You do recognize Vernon from your Film Analysis class and Jun from the Modern Architecture class you’d taken last semester. The new faces around the room were Jihoon who is a Music Technology major and Seungcheol who is a Music Business major. Wonwoo introduces himself quietly; a twinkle in his eye when he smiles at you from across the room.

After formalities are done, everyone quickly delves into actually studying and talking about their coursework; Minghao invading your personal space to ask you for your opinion on some of the pieces he’d been working on for his Abstract Art class. You give him your undivided attention, Mingyu leaning in to also give his opinion.

Seungcheol orders food at some point, notes forgotten for a little bit while everyone eats before diligently getting back to their studies.

You take in account how Wonwoo opens up to his frat brothers, laughing and playing along with their jokes the entire time.

After a while, everyone slowly disperses; some returning to their rooms and some leaving for their night classes. Wonwoo stays behind. Still reading through one of his textbooks when Minghao, the only person other than you and Wonwoo, decides to finally head back to his room.

“You… wanna stay here with Wonwoo or...?” Minghao turns to you one last time, waiting for your reply.

“Oh um, I’m just gonna finish reading this chapter and then get going?” You turn to Wonwoo who meets your eyes. “Yeah, I’ll see her to the door when she’s done. You can head back to your room, ‘Hao. I got it.”

Minghao nods, already heading towards the stairs to leave you and Wonwoo alone in the living room.

You give it a second, making sure everyone is truly out of the living room before you clear your throat.

“I thought you had afternoon classes, I was surprised you were here.” His eyes never leave his book, fingertips at the corner to flip the page.

“It was cancelled today. Thought I’d supervise their study session or else they’d just goof off. It was nice to see you today though, princess.”

Blushing, you slam your book shut on accident, placing it on the floor next to you. “Y-yeah, it was nice being here today. I’m shocked they really hit the books too. I’m so used to Mingyu missing class from his hangovers, to be honest. Who knew he could really focus when he needed to, huh?” The two of you share a laugh, already starting to tidy up.

“Um, I guess I should head out then? I don’t want to be out too late so…”

“Yeah, um, did you want me to walk you back?”

“No! Uh, I mean no it’s okay! The sun’s still out anyway and I need to run by the store so I’ll just walk back myself. Thank you though.”

Wonwoo walks you to the door, a firm hand on your waist as he escorts you. In actuality, you hadn’t seen him since the prior Saturday when he’d taken you on the little outing, which you didn’t consider a date, and even this time he hadn’t even tried to lay a finger on you. And in theory, you should have been glad at the distance but part of you genuinely missed his physical touch.

“Well, I guess… I’ll see you?” Ah, familiar words.

“Yeah, who knows, maybe I’ll actually swing by for a party if Mingyu invites me next time?” He smiles lopsidedly at you, squeezing your waist before letting go.

“Get back safely.”

“W-Wonwoo, hah, pl--please more…”

“Mm? Who’s Wonwoo? Shouldn’t you be addressing me properly? And what do you want more of, sweetheart? Use your words.”

You press the vibrator harder onto your clit, grinding into your own palm. Wonwoo watches you through the phone that’s set up haphazardly on the bed in front of you, his own hand in his sweats as he strokes his cock. “Ah, c-can I add another f--finger? P-please… daddy…”

He chuckles darkly, a soft groan on his lips after as he watches your fingers disappear into your pussy.

“Think you deserve it, baby?”

“I---I, ah, I dunno, daddy…” You let go of the vibrator, letting it fall to the bed next to you. “H-Haven’t I b-been good for you, d-daddy?”

“You have, sweetheart. My cute babygirl was so good for me. You can add another finger.”

He watches you ease in a third finger, moans spilling from your lips at the stretch. You give yourself a second to adjust to it, hips wiggling once the initial sting subsides.

“Look at you. So desperate to get your cute ‘lil pussy filled. Y’kno, you were so cute earlier. Sitting in between Minghao and Mingyu and studying like a good girl. Maybe we should try cockwarming next time, hmm? I could read you some poems while you sit on my cock.”

You moan at his words, clenching around your fingers as you thrust them in and out. “A-ah, that--that sounds n-nice...”

“Yeah? You wanna sit on daddy’s cock while I read you poems?”

“Mmhmm… Yes, daddy… w-want your cock..”

“Aww, my babygirl only knows how to take daddy’s cock, huh? Why don’t you get your vibrator for me again.” You reach for the discarded item, fingers still knuckle deep inside of your pussy as you moan out.

“W-what next, daddy?”

“What do you think, sweetheart? You get your pussy full and now you can’t even use your head? Hmm? Can’t even think straight?”

“M’sorry…”

“I want you to turn it up to the max setting and put it against your clit. Make yourself cum for me. Let me see you.”

You whimper when the harsh vibrations meet your clit, toes curling against the bedsheets. “I see your legs trying to shut, princess. Don’t make daddy angry.” Nodding, you try to keep your legs open towards your phone for Wonwoo to see, trying to watch him on the screen through bleary eyes.

“Is d-daddy gonna cum s-soon too?”

“Mmhmm, let me see you cum first, baby.”

You pump your fingers faster, using your other hand to keep the vibrator tightly pressed against your clit.

“M-my hands are gettin’ tired, daddy…”

“I don’t care. Weren’t you the one who called me? Telling me your panties were wet and you needed to get off? Begging me on the phone to help you cum?” You whine, the urge to cum rising. “Daddy, p-please keep talking to me… I’m close...”

“You like it when daddy talks to you? You’ve barely even watched me this entire time while I’ve had my hand around my cock. You’re so lost in your own pleasure, aren’t you? Fuck, I wish I was there fucking you.” Wonwoo moans, hips canting up into his own fist as he watches you. He’s close to cumming too, wanting to cum with you.

“Fuck, baby, cum for me. Cum with me.”

You cry out, body arching against the sheets when you cum. You can vaguely hear Wonwoo’s moans in the background as well, too focused on your own pleasure to fully pay attention.

The vibrator falls out of your tired hand just as you feel the air back in your lungs, slowly slipping your wet fingers from inside of you.

“Mmm, is my baby tired now?” You look at your phone through foggy eyes, shaky legs still spread wide for Wonwoo to see your glistening folds.

“Mmhmm..” You decide to give him one last show, bringing your wet fingertips to your mouth as you lick them clean.

“Fuck, you’re a filthy ‘lil slut.”

You giggle, popping the digits from your mouth.

“Yeah, but I’m your filthy ‘lil slut.”

#wonwoo smut #fratboy!wonwoo #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios

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secretly-a-cold-blooded-murderer · 5 years ago

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Stuck in Love (Harry styles x Reader)

A/N: I have literally no idea how cars work, so if I got anything wrong, I apologise.

Summary: Harry and you get stuck in your car during a snow storm. Things happen.

"I am going to die, and I am going to die with an absolute idiot", you cried, almost meaning it.

"Heyyy, don’t let that be the last thing you ever say about me", Harry grumbled, lightly hitting you in the shoulder.

You turned away from him and faced the window. "Shut up”; you then started whispering a little prayer. Despite your banter, you were actually quite worried about your life.

Harry realising your condition, turned silent and instead started playing around with the steering wheel to keep himself occupied.

You busied your mind, thinking about every idiotic mistake you had made that led up to this very moment.

When you looked out your window, it was snowing quite bad and you realised you might not be able to go out later to get groceries and other necessities that you were running out of. You got your car keys, made sure to lock up your house and left in your car.

First mistake

When you reached your nearest superstore, you found that all the stores in your area were closed. You didn't register the seriousness of the situation.

You then drove around town, looking for any stores that might be open; you really needed the items. But found yourself unsuccessful.

Your phone pinged, bringing your attention to the little device. It was your best friend texting you 'Hey, what's up?', you pulled your car over and called him as soon as an idea came to your mind.

"H, I need your help", you said as soon as he picked up.

Second mistake

"Thank you so much H, I owe you one," You said to Harry as you put the supplies in your car's trunk, Harry behind you bringing the rest from inside his house.

"A friend in need is a friend indeed, I believe is the quote", Harry puts the remaining supplies in the trunk as well, "Besides, without these" - gesturing towards the trunk - "You would be fucked".

You raised your eyebrows, amused, "I know, that's why I said thank you”.

You got into your car, about to drive off when you realised that Harry was getting into the passenger's seat, "What do you think you're doing?”

"The weather is horrible, I don't think you should be driving home alone”, Harry said casually, fastening his seatbelt.

"And how are you supposed to get back?" You folded your arms across your chest and waited for his response.

"Will come back tomorrow, don' worry love", Your heart thumped a little louder with the nickname. You just sighed and started the car.

Third mistake

The snow fall had increased quite significantly, making it difficult for you to navigate the road.

It wasn't long before your car started slowing down and suddenly just stopped. Confused, you turned the keys a couple times but the car didn't start.

You got out of the vehicle, the cold wind instantly hitting you, and lifted up the hood of your car to assess the problem.

“Wha’ happened?” Harrys asked as he stuck his head out the window, squinting his eyes as he waited for your answer.

“I think the low temperature has caused the engine oil to become thicker”, you said with not much surety in your voice.

“So, wha’ do we do?”, you just shrugged and asked him to move to the driver’s seat and turn everything off, then start the ignition again. Harry did what you asked but your car still didn’t comply.

Dejected, you went back and sat in the passenger’s seat before turning to Harry, “I am out of ideas. The car won’t start, I don’t know anything more to help and the snow fall just keeps on increasing by the minute”.

“We can call for a tow truck” Harry suggested and looked for his phone, he realised moments after that he left his phone back at his place, looking sheepishly at you he asked if he could use your phone instead.

You passed your phone to him with a sigh. A thousand thoughts running through your head as you briefly heard Harry calling the tow company.

“But…Sir this is an emergency…I understand, but we are stuck…”

Your attention turned back to Harry as you heard him let out a groan of frustration. “They can’t come till morning, said the roads are all blocked with snow. Even asked us to stay put in our car, idiots.”

“Maybe we can walk back to your place, it can’t be that far from here” you suggested weakly before shaking your head and laying back down on your seat. The snow fall was too heavy for anyone to walk down the street and even make it out alive.

You were really frustrated, the whole night had been one bad event after the other.

The one thing that made this whole ordeal fractionally better was sitting next to you. You turned your head to face him. Harry had his eyes closed and for one moment you could only admire him. He had really long eyelashes, you never noticed that before.

You felt a smile creep up to your face, you almost forgot about the snow filling up around your car. You wanted to reach out your hand and caress his face, but you refrained. You were his best friend, not a creep.

“Do ya’ think pee evaporates and comes back as snow?” You were startled by the sudden sound piercing through the silence.

“what?”

“I said, do ya’ think pee, that’s like on the roadside evaporates and then comes down as snow?”

“I got that, but I wanted to give you an opportunity to take that back. Idiot,” you laughed at your best friend’s ridiculousness, silently thanking him for bringing you back from the hole you were about to crawl into. You didn’t want to go back to pining on him, it took everything out of you last time. You had finally moved on and couldn’t afford to go back down that road again.

Your best friend’s laugh was still ringing in your ears; you felt your heart rate slightly pick up, but you ignored it. Not again.

“Let’s play a game. I am bored.”

Harry pinched his lower lip between his thumb and pointer finger in thought. As he raked his head for some ideas, you looked out the windshield to find it completely covered with snow. You came to the conclusion that your car was completely buried under the snow. Panic now building inside you.

“How about two truths and a lie?” You almost forgot you had asked him to play a game. You nodded, “You first”.

“Okay, how about uhh…I am deathly scared of clowns; I once stepped on a pear covered with bees, was stung multiple times, and almost died from an allergic reaction; and I have never gotten a ticket of any kind.” Harry smiled, amused, as your expression shifted from slight confusion to one of complete confidence.

“Please, with the way you drive, I don’t believe for even a second that you’ve never gotten a ticket; which makes me worry about you. Honey, bee covered pear? Almost died? Are you okay?”

“I was like 10 when the pear incident happened, and honestly I deserved that. I was being a bit of an arsehole and wanted to mess with the bees” he chuckled.

“And instead they messed you up?” You groaned, laughing at your idiotic friend.

His shoulders shook in laughter, you could hear that sound forever.

Thump.

A sound jolted you both. Your smiles dropped as you looked at each other, worried. “What was that? Did you hear that sound? I am not going mad…right?”

He replied with a “I did. Maybe it was death, finally here to take us both”, stretching his hands upward in a dramatic fashion and laughed.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, H” you shrieked, now on the verge of tears. And he could only say, “I am” in between his laughter.

Which brought you back to where you were now. Eyes closed and praying for your life. You couldn’t even see out the window to determine if the snow had stopped or not. You were both surrounded in a thick blanket of darkness. You were hungry, cold and probably going to die in the next couple hours; while the man you oh so foolishly fell in love with didn’t seem to understand the gravity of the situation.

You were also way past the point of denial. If you were going to die tonight, you didn’t want to live your last moments denying the very obvious feelings you had for the person beside you.

“I am scared as well.” You brought your head towards Harry, you wait for him to elaborate. “I figured there was no use for both of us to be afraid, we can’t really do anything about the situation so I tried to distract you, but that clearly didn’t work”, he chuckled half heartedly.

In a brief moment of courage, you placed your hand behind Harry’s head and swiftly brought him into a kiss, surprising both him and yourself.

It felt a little awkward, he seemed frozen and wasn’t responding and you didn’t really know what to do as well. It was just two pairs of lips touching, but not really doing anything else. You started regretting your decision, cursing yourself for ruining everything between you two. No matter what happened moving forward, you knew things would never be the same.

But then his lips started moving against yours, making you gasp. He brought one of his hand to wrap around your waist and the other to cup your cheek, pulling you closer to him. Which made for a little weird position, considering the gear stick placed between you. But neither of you seemed to mind. You let him pull you closer to himself, lips frantically moving against each other now.

After several hours or minutes or seconds- time seemed irrelevant- you both separated, breathing quite heavily, only inches apart. You could feel the smile growing on his face. “I really like you”, you admitted in a whisper, “I have for a while now”.

“Ditto”

“Nope, I refuse to let that be your love declaration”, shaking your head, you crossed your arms across your chest and moved back into your seat.

“Fine, I love you Y/N, have done so ever since the time ya’ blackmailed me with that naked baby picture of mine,” he huffed and despite the darkness, you knew that his cheeks were tinted with pink, he functioned like that, always blushing at the littlest of things.

“That long huh”, you smiled and brought him into another kiss.

That was how the rest of your night was spent, whispered debate over who had loved the other longer, silencing each other with kisses, glances that had no need to be stolen anymore.

The next morning, the tow company workers found you both, tangled in each other’s arms, sleeping peacefully. Alive.

#one bad event after the other pretty much sums up 2020 #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagines #harry styles fic #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #Harry Styles #harry styles blurb #car #snow storm #fluff #mutual pining

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pressedinthepages · 4 years ago

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Family Business

Chapter 3: Date Night

A/N: Whoops, our hands slipped. Myself and Margaret (@sometimesiwrite) have completed another chapter about these two silly boys! In this episode, Eskel sees a new side to Julian, and they finally are able to go on their first real date. But will all go as planned? Only time will tell.

also, I, Erica, will not apologize for making Lambert extra sexy.

Warnings: discussion of past death of a loved one, super soft flirting, loss, mourning, brief mention of religious-based homophobia, slightly NSFW texting (nothing explicit), unnamed character being an ass to a hostess, maybe...another k*ss?

Previous chapter: Here! Erica’s Masterlist: Here! Margot’s Masterlist: Here!

ENJOY!

Eskel’s phone vibrated in his pocket as he passed a latte to the last customer of the breakfast rush. It was 10:24. Perfect. Plenty of time to clean up, check the espresso, and… take a look at the notification he knew was waiting for him on his lock screen. He checked around as he rinsed the cloth for the steaming wand and wiped the countertops. Geralt was sipping away at a glass of ginger-apple-kale juice (typical), and Lambert was busy cleaning off the panini press, apparently hellbent on breathing in as much of the cheesy bread fumes as possible (he always did love the smell of a grill top). No new customers. All clear. Eskel pulled out his phone and saw a text notification—Julian.

Still up for helping out? I am...stressing.

Eskel smiled at his phone screen and thumbed in his passcode. I’ll see what I can do, but as you know, Lambert had to dress me yesterday so… you have fair warning.

Three little dots floated on the screen. Julian was typing. Eskel glanced around to make sure no one was waiting for help and that Lambert was minding his fucking business.

Ok, option one:

And then, an actual photograph of Julian sitting in front of his mirror wearing a tastefully loud dress shirt—black with white vines and flowers. As Eskel examined the photo more closely, he realized that the young man was also wearing a… a well-fitting pair of dark boxer briefs. Thankfully, the hand not holding the phone was resting in his lap and obscuring anything salacious. Eskel blushed bright red and immediately lowered his phone. He breathed out slowly. Okay. Okay! This is… this is okay. This is a normal adult thing to do. Eskel’s mouth was very dry as his phone pinged again. There was no reason to be feeling embarrassed or… Then again, maybe he hadn’t meant anything by it. After all, Julian was younger, less inhibited, had fewer hangups about modesty. And even if he did mean to be an absolute scoundrel, this was… healthy. Yeah. Healthy. Eskel arrived at the conclusion that, at the very least, Julian trusted him, and he clung to that as he opened his phone back up, desperately wishing he wasn’t at work.

And option two:

Now Julian had on a pair of pants, thank Christ. But Eskel couldn’t help but laugh. They were bright red corduroy bell-bottoms and potentially the most atrocious things he’d ever laid eyes on, even with his self-reported lack of fashion sense. Julian was also sporting a navy vest. But this was no ordinary, everyday, run-of-the-mill kind of vest: it was decorated with large jewel-tone flowers emulating stained glass, and covered so much of the base colour it was barely visible. What was perfectly visible was Julian’s bare torso underneath. Arms, shoulders, and the top of his chest were on full display, while a coquettish tilt of his head gracefully extended his neck. Jesus. Eskel could just make out the crease and dimple of a grin on the side of Julian’s face in the mirror as he turned his head away. You cheeky little bastard.

Eskel’s fingers hovered over the keypad for a moment before settling on a reply. He didn’t want to encourage him too much and risk an… awkward situation at work. On the other hand, he still deserved a little credit for boldness. Well, those are two very different options Julian.

Julian’s reply was almost instant. I CAN HEAR YOUR JUDGEMENT FROM HERE.

Eskel chuckled, Only of your fashion choices, I assure you ;)

Meanwhile, across town, Julian gaped at his phone in amused surprise. He...that bastard winked at me...good. Julian looked over the piles of sequins, florals, polyester, and lycra he’d stripped out of his closet, feeling quite pleased with himself. His eyes tracked to the one chair in his bedroom on which he’d carefully draped his already-ironed outfit for that evening. (Oh come on, give me some credit. I’m not completely helpless. I know how to dress for a date).

Julian shucked off the pants, a favorite, and let the vest fall to the floor. He carefully pulled out a pair of bright, sparkly golden boots and zipped them up to his knees before striding back to the mirror. He snapped a quick picture, cropping it to show just enough and still be considerate of the recipient. His phone shwooped it back to Eskel, and Julian worried his bottom lip while he waited for a reply. Had it been too much?

Eskel’s phone buzzed in his pocket as he handed a coffee and a muffin to a customer. He reticently reached into his pocket. How far was he going to take this? His heart beat a little faster as he opened his phone to reveal the photo. “Yup okay, that’s…” He closed his phone and leaned heavily on the counter, exhaling a little too intentionally.

“Mouth a little dry?” Geralt was beside him holding a glass of water with a slice of cucumber happily floating inside.

“I—what? No, I’m…”

“Texting with the Boy? Just drink the damn water and try to keep it cool.”

“Yeah, that’s great advice, Geralt, thank you.” He drained the water in a few gulps and heavily set the glass back on the steel counter, “Jesus.”

Geralt said nothing, but took the glass away, giving his brother an encouraging pat on the back. His amused laughter was audible, though, as he grabbed his iPad for inventory.

Eskel took a deep breath and opened his phone again: Perfect. You’ll fit right in.

Eskel sighed as the bell on the door chimed three times in quick succession, a line already forming as his new customers looked over the cold case. Right on time. His phone vibrated once more in his pocket while he started taking orders, and he stepped over to the espresso machine as Lambert took over the register.

***

Julian ran his hand through his hair, letting it flop artfully back down as he gave himself one last once-over. He had on a dark pair of jeans which he’d rolled up just high enough to show a peek of his bright fuschia socks, which somehow didn’t class with his red Doc Marten brogues. The shirt he’d actually chosen to wear was navy blue with red, fuschia, and turquoise plaid accents on the inside of the cuffs and collar, pearlescent buttons glinting down the front. He’d arranged his sleeves carefully for an optimal pop of colour, and he’d left just enough buttons open to be both casual and flattering—showing off a hint of chest hair and clavicle—while still being subtle.

Julian’s phone let out a muffled ding from...somewhere in the room. “Shit, where’d I put my…” He hadn’t heard back from Eskel all afternoon. He probably got busy, he told himself, but a part of him still couldn’t help but worry he’d pushed too far too soon. In his joyful impulsiveness, he’d lost track of the fact that they hadn’t really talked about anything—boundaries, preferences, that kind of thing. It made sense that they hadn’t, they’d only just had their first date (kind of). But after the fiasco of the previous night, he’d wanted Eskel to feel wanted, appreciated.

He eventually did find his phone, tucked just barely under the edge of his bed after a somewhat frantic shaky-handed scramble. How it ended up there, he’d never know. A text from Eskel blinked at him from the screen and Julian’s lips turned up in a soft smile as he unlocked his phone with a cold thumb.

Sorry for the late reply, had a bit of a busy day. Just finishing getting ready, can’t wait to see you :)

Julian held his phone to his chest and sighed, happy and relieved, turning to the mirror propped up against his closet door. “Okay, Jules. You can do this. He likes you. He kissed you. He was flirting with you this morning, and you did not scare him off. It’s just dinner. Everything’s gonna be great. It’s gonna be lovely food, and...wait, where are we going again?”

Right on time, his phone dinged again. Here’s the address for the restaurant. Should be about a fifteen minute walk from your place.

Great, thanks. See you soon :) Julian looked at his watch. Shit. “Okay. Time to go.” He paused with his hand on his doorknob, “Uhh, phone, wallet, keys… do I need a jacket? What temperature is it?” It was an awkward temperature. Jacket would be too warm. No jacket would be too cold. “Oh my God, fine, I’ll carry it.” With that, he locked the door behind him and clattered his way down the musty, worn stairs of his walkup and out onto the sidewalk.

Eskel nervously loosened his tie a little, not wanting to look too rigid, and adjusted his sleeves. “Okay. Okay, okay, okay. It’s just dinner. He likes you… Jesus, he better like me after all that.” He gave his hair a final mist of salt spray (he may have been out of touch with fashion, but the one thing he would always pride himself on was his hair). His mind wandered back to their kiss the previous night and felt a thrill tingle through him. It had been so unexpected and so… was heartfelt the right word? It had been passionate, but not just in a sexy way—though it had been that, too. Eskel was discovering that Julian was proving himself capable of a great amount of emotional depth as well as unbelievable cheek, and he was genuinely looking forward to seeing him again.

He glanced at his watch. Here’s the address for the restaurant. Should be about fifteen minutes from your place, he typed hastily, wanting to give Julian a grace period in case he really was struggling to figure out what to wear—though Eskel had strong suspicions that he already knew full well what he was planning on wearing and that the morning’s texts had been for his sake alone.

Eskel carefully pulled the tan jacket over his shoulders and peered around his living room in case he’d forgotten anything. His eyes landed on the framed photo above the fireplace. He took a tentative step forward, “Hey, Jo. You’re still lookin’ real good, you know that?” He took a few steps closer, and modeled his outfit. “Not bad, right? I’m, uh, listen, I’m going on a date tonight. I’ve met someone.”

He leaned against the mantle, hands resting on either side of the recently-dusted frame, a melancholy settling over him as he looked at the familiar face. He shok himself out of it, “I think you’d like him. A lot, actually. He’s, well he’s a lot of things, but he’s…he cares. And I think he could make me happy if I play my cards right.” He smiled, “Thought you’d want to know.” He glanced at his watch, “Alright. Wish me luck.”

He gave a loving wink to the photograph and turned to the door, feeling for his keys in his pocket before letting it lock behind him.

The breeze blew gently through his hair as he waited for Julian outside the restaurant, going over the list of Fun Things To Ask On A First Date in an article he had pulled up on his phone. It was a cool evening, but it was clear that winter had more or less had its last laugh: the crocuses were starting to come up in the planters on the sidewalk, and the air had that sweet smell that only came with warmer weather. A beam of sunshine illuminated the sidewalk and passersby as Eskel kept an eye out for his date. He wasn’t waiting long, though, and smiled wide as he caught a glimpse of well-coiffed chestnut hair and a flash of bright blue coming towards him.

Eskel greeted him with a kiss on each cheek, but he was quickly pulled into a firm hug. Julian pulled back so his blue eyes could give Eskel a proper once-over.“You look unbearably handsome, Eskel, how dare you.”

“Julian, you look very nice. Can’t help but notice you’ve worn, let’s see, none of the options you tormented me with this morning.”

“Are you disappointed?” Julian asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Nope,” Eskel replied simply, opening the door and letting his date enter first.

“And they say chivalry is dead,” Julian cooed as he brushed past catching a whiff of mellow cologne—smokey and sweet with hints of cedar and maple. They were greeted by a young woman at the host stand who smiled gently at the two of them.

“Hey, Jess” Eskel smiled in return, carefully placing his hand at the small of Julian’s back.

“Eskel! It’s been a while since you’ve stopped in, I guess the cafe’s keeping you three pretty busy. I’m so glad it’s doing well!” Julian glanced back and forth between the two of them as the gears finally clicked into place. Jess led them to their table, tucked away in a private corner, and Julian slunk into the booth as she walked away.

“You didn’t tell me that this was your dad’s restaurant!?!?!” Julian hissed lightheartedly.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want you to think my whole family would be watching us,” Eskel cheeked as he filled Julian’s water glass from the carafe on the table, and was met with a quizzical look. “In all honesty, it’s one of the few places I can always get a table on short notice this late in the week. Besides, it’s comfortable.”

A few more gears clicked. Of course. This was a public place where he not only knew the staff, but also knew the space like it was his home: he’d worked the bar, served guests, hosted… He felt a sense of ownership and belonging. It didn’t matter whether people stared and whispered, because he knew the placement of every single piece of glassware and cutlery, and they didn’t. The restaurant itself was like family to him.

Julian nodded understandingly, and grinned as their server approached the table. He was tall, with honeyed skin and dark wavy hair, startlingly green eyes, and an impeccably-groomed goatee. “Hello there, can I interest either of you in any drinks to start off?”

They each ordered a glass of red wine and Eskel sat back, quietly observing his companion. Julian’s sea-blue eyes were flicking back and forth over the menu before him, his brow furrowed at the sheer number of different options, some of which contained ingredients printed in Italian.

“Can I make a recommendation?” Eskel cocked his head with a smirk.

Julian pursed his lips for a moment, glancing up at his date before gluing his eyes back to the menu. “Yes. I am terribly out of my depth.”

“I said the same thing to Lambert last night. Listen, why don’t I order for us, and we can both relax a little?”

Julian’s eyes swept over the menu one last time, “Please, God, yes.”

“Anything you don’t like, aside from spicy?” Eskel asked, taking Julian’s menu from his helpless hands.

“Not a huge fan of alfredos.”

“Well, that’s fine, we’re both drinking red and that doesn’t pair with cream sauce, I wouldn’t allow it, anyway,” he answered back. It was an offhanded comment, but Julian caught the radiant heat off Eskel’s flare of confidence as the restaurateur casually glanced over the menu. This was a different Eskel, completely in his element with absolutely no doubt in his mind that he was correct about every decision he was about to make. Julian wanted to jump across the booth and pick up where they’d left off the night before. Instead, he sipped his wine, savouring the palette as it tingled the back of his throat and warmed his stomach.

“You’re very sexy when you talk about wine pairings.”

Julian watched a pretty pink flush spill up Eskel’s chest and neck, just barely tinging his cheeks. Their server had impeccable timing, choosing that exact moment to make a beeline to their table. “And how are we doing over here? Ready to order?”

He may have been briefly flustered by Julian’s comment, but Eskel’s tone immediately shifted into that of a professional in his home environment, “We’ll start with the carpaccio with the truffle oil, please, and then I’ll have the penne calabrese, and he’ll do the spaghetti carbonara. And could we get a bread basket before the starter, please?”

“Of course. All delicious choices, I’ll get everything started for you.” Their server left them once again, and Eskel felt Julian’s fingers brush over the back of his hand.

“I don’t know how to explain this,” Julian murmured, barely loud enough for Eskel to hear, “but that was incredibly attractive.”

“What, ordering food?” Eskel laughed but didn’t move his hand away. Instead he let himself relax into Julian’s touch.

“Well, yes, but there was more to it.” The musician’s slender fingers gracefully coasted over the landscape of knuckles and veins—accentuated by years of pouring neatly from full bottles and carafes, and carrying water glasses and full plates. “It was your demeanour; the way you held yourself, looked out of your eyes, it all shifted a little. It was subtle, but it’s… sexy.”

Eskel smirked and leaned back in his seat, letting Julian’s fingers lazily fiddle with his, “Really?”

“Yes, really. It’s—you’re confident and in your element. You’re highly skilled.” Julian paused for a moment, scanning this new Eskel in his natural habitat, “You could take over and serve this entire restaurant if you needed to. Couldn’t you?”

“Easily,” Eskel answered, his brow set in easy certainty. His expression quickly softened into an easier smile, and he gave his date a little wink. “But don’t tell the—”

“So sorry to interrupt,” their server had glided his way over to the table with surprising stealth, “but the chef was wondering if he could have a word with you, Eskel.”

Eskel sighed, clearly having wanted to avoid playing Backup Owner for the night, “What, about the order? Or is it something else?”

Their server shook his head, his dark locks shaking over his forehead, “He wouldn’t say, just asked me to bring you back to him for a moment.”

Eskel deflated, looking conflictedly back to Julian. It was part of his life, being in the restaurant business meant being on-call almost any time during business hours for any number of things. Still, if this date was going anywhere meaningful, he didn’t want to start their entire relationship by abandoning him to tend to a work crisis. Julian reluctantly let his fingers drift away from Eskel’s hand, “Go on, I’ll be fine here, it sounds important. Just don’t get roped into working in the kitchen?”

“I may be a workaholic, but I’ve never once abandoned a date at the table. Back in a sec.” Eskel heaved himself out of the booth and followed the waiter around the dining room and through the doors to the kitchen, fully ready to step into his Owner’s Son Who Used To Work Here shoes.

However, it wasn’t the head chef waiting for him. It was… the owner’s son who used to work there.

“Hey! How’s it going out there?”

“Lambert. What are you doing here?”

“Well, you never let me wear my chef’s coat at the cafe, so-”

“Sorry, let me try again: what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Okay, okay, fine, I’m here to spy on your date. Happy?”

“Of course not!”

“You’re both looking good tonight. I mean his shirt? Bold, makes a statement, mature-yet-playful—although I have some questions about his taste in footwear. But hey-hey-hey, is he holding your hand? It looks like it, but I can’t see the wall side of the booth from the pass—”

“Lambert…” Eskel could have sworn he felt his hair actually bristling, “I cannot fucking believe you—that you would have the-the the audacity to think it would be appropriate to just—I mean, on a Thursday. How many people’s schedules did you have to mess up in order to work tonight?! Do you even remember how to be back here?”

“Please, I’m a professional. Like riding a bike.”

A metal spoon fell to the floor with a loud clatter and Eskel took a long, deep breath, “Listen, we’ll talk about this later—and believe me, we will talk about this later—but right now I have a very handsome, very thoughtful, very patient date (who does, in fact, have very soft hands), waiting for me in the dining room.”

“Okay, okay, go, I’ll text you later. But hey, hey, listen: you’re doing great, big guy. Really great. Love the menu for tonight. And the wine pairing? Ballsy to order the wine first but, damn, when you know, you know.”

“Thanks, Bert.”

“Go get ‘im, tiger!”

“Unbelievable,” Eskel muttered as he went towards the kitchen door. “Corner!”

Eskel strode back to their table, and found Julian looking intently at something in front of him, chewing on a slice of bread from the basket that now sat on the edge of the table. As Eskel got closer, he saw it was a phone, and immediately felt the lack of weight in his own pocket.

As if sensing him, Julian looked up, his eyes sparkling under the comfortable lighting in the booth. “W-pray tell, my chivalrous date,” he murmured as Eskel came to a hesitant stop at the edge of their seats, “why do you have a list of Fun Things To Ask On A Date?”

Eskel slowly, carefully slid into his seat across from Julian, feeling the tips of his ears starting to burn. “I-uh...found the article earlier...a-and, well, like you, I was feeling a little nervous... here, you know what, we can just forget you ever saw tha-”

He reached for his phone, but it was quickly held out of reach, “Oh, nononononono, we are so doing this,” Julian smiled wickedly, his chestnut hair flopping as his head bobbed with glee. Eskel dragged his hands up his cheeks and rubbed his eyes dejectedly, glancing around to see if any of their fellow restaurant goers could help free him from the private hell that was going to be the next twenty minutes.

“Question One: What’s one thing you want to ask me but you’re too nervous to?’ Ooooh starting dramatically,” Julian twinkled his fingers for punctuation.

“Oh God, do we really have to—”

“Oh yes. We do. Come on,” Julian waved him on in encouragement, “no wrong answers, I promise. Only a bit of fun.”

Eskel groaned, leaned back in his seat, and folded his hands in his lap. “Alright, fine. How old are you?”

“Twenty-six,” Julian answered without hesitation. “How old are you?”

Eskel grimaced, “Forty-two.”

“And yet you don’t look a day over thirty.”

“Hey, I work in customer service, I know a placation when I see it,” Eskel smirked playfully. “Let’s—can we move on to the next one?”

Julian grinned sympathetically, turning back to the screen. “Question 2: zodiac sign?”

“Hmm, late February, that’s Pisces, right?”

Julian smiled and nodded, “Indeed. I’m a Taurus. Stubborn-yet-endearing, thank you very much.”

“I don’t know all that much about star signs. What does all this mean?”

“Well, it means we’re compatible, in theory. Pisces are generally loyal, empathetic, intuitive, private… Taurus tends to be stubborn, patient—can be a little possessive, but I’m working on that. According to one horoscope, I apparently ‘dislike synthetic fabrics’ which is patently false as previously demonstrated by the contents of my closet.”

“Yes, and thank you for that, by the way. It was worth almost having a heart attack at work.”

Julian winked as he scrolled along down the list. “Glad you enjoyed that, because I know I certainly did. Now, what’s your lOvE lAnGuAgE?”

Eskel frowned, “What’s a ‘love language?’”

“Oh, it’s how you show and accept love. Here,” he opened the quiz on a new tab, “You can do it while I’m in the restroom.”

Eskel gratefully accepted his phone back and watched Julian meander his way to the men’s room. He breezed through the quiz questions, thinking he may as well be with his niece at a slumber party and wondering whether they were going to be playing Never Have I Ever next.

“Physical Touch, apparently,” he answered, pocketing his phone as Julian slid back into the booth.

“Well, we’re proving very compatible this evening. I’m the same. With some gifting thrown in from time to time. Where’d you put the phone?”

“You mean my phone? In my pocket.”

“Well, give it, I want to keep asking you questions!”

Eskel leaned his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his hand, “No, I don’t think I will. Later. I want us to enjoy ourselves. Actually enjoy ourselves. And the carpaccio will be up soon.” As irritated as he was with his younger brother having commandeered the kitchen, he was looking forward to the promise of an impeccable dinner. He was feeling more relaxed now, largely thanks to the joyful enthusiasm of his date, but he didn’t want to rely solely on the dubious contents of a Cosmo quiz to make a meaningful connection. Julian let himself get lost in the freckled honey-nut-hazel and the secret sadness tucked behind them. Eskel, too, took the opportunity to look, really look, at Julian’s almost-too-blue and the subtle edge hiding amongst the kindness and charisma. And so they just...looked at each other for a moment. No pretense, no joking. Taking each other in.

Julian startled at the sudden sensation, but smiled as he realized Eskel had taken his hand. He’d broken their eye contact to make sure he didn’t knock anything over in the process, but now that he’d found his bearings, the cafe owner looked back across the table to his date, “You know, I… want this to work.”

The young musician’s eyes grew big and his cheeks flushed hot with the sudden outpouring of sincerity. He already cared about Eskel more than he thought he should after so short a time, and it was both a shock and a relief to know that Eskel might be experiencing the same thing. “W—I—”

“I know that it’s early. And I know there’s a lot we still don’t know about each other. And a lot that we’ll need to figure out, and maybe we won’t be what the other needs and that’s fine. We can always go our separate ways. But I want you to know that I’m… taking this seriously.”

Julian tried to put words together, but was cut off by the re-return of their overly-handsome waiter. A large plate of thinly-sliced raw beef tenderloin was presented, prompting an abrupt release of their hands. Eskel thanked the waiter, and Julian’s stomach rumbled as he scrambled a bit to close the gap in their conversation. But what could he say to that?

He intercepted Eskel’s hand on its way to a slice of bread, “Thank you. Really. I’m taking this seriously, too. I mean that.”

Eskel gave a small sideways smile, “Let’s eat.”

Julian carefully took a portion of the carpaccio, set it on his own little plate and took a bite, and oh god the most delightfully combination of flavours and textures met his tongue. They ate contentedly, not sharing many words, but also finding it hard to look away from each other. What an excellent evening. The food was exceptional, the wine was warm and bold—hell, the whole week had been so pleasantly unexpected that they both settled into a kind of trance.

After a few minutes and with not much appetizer left, Eskel topped off their water glasses. “Alright then, my turn,” he said, dusting his hands free of bread crumbs and wiping his mouth on his napkin.

Julian blinked and swallowed abruptly. “For…?”

“Picking the questions,” Eskel pulled his phone back out and kept it well within his grasp. “Come on, there are actually some good ones in here, believe it or not.”

Julian nodded and shrugged, “Ask away.”

Eskel cleared his throat as he scrolled through the list, finally settling on his three questions. He learned that Julian worked days at an artisanal candy shop in town where he was in charge of making marshmallow animals, which he clearly enjoyed as well as having the skill and patience to do. The next question revealed that Julian had an irrational hatred of polenta, and Eskel despised parsnip, citing that they “taste like carrots wearing perfume.” The final question turned the conversation to their childhoods which proved a little more serious. Julian, it turned out, had grown up in a small, predominantly Christian town. Needless to say, his well-meaning, churchgoing parents had had a difficult time adjusting to the fact that their one and only precious little angel was, in fact, undeniably homosexual.

Eskel’s phone found its place in his pocket once more while he collected his thoughts. “I’m sorry if that brought up any—”

“No no, it’s fine! It’s a part of my life, it made me who I am now.” Julian gently set his now-empty plate aside.

“Do you, uhm, are you still in touch?”

“With my parents, you mean? Yes. We had a bit of a rocky start when I came out, but once I shipped off to university and they had some time to think a little, we started over. It’s—they try. They don’t always get it right, but they try.”

“Could be worse, I suppose. Still...”

“Family’s what we make. Sometimes we’re born with family, and sometimes we find it. Sometimes it’s a bit of both. We’ve all come a long way in the last few years.”

“That’s good to hear, I’m happy that they’re able to be supportive.”

Julian nodded, stroking his thumb over the back of Eskel’s knuckles. “Enough of my sob story, your turn. Best part of your childhood.”

“Well, once we got old enough that Lambert wasn’t ‘the baby’ anymore, we started running around causing havoc. Of course, I always tried to keep the peace, but my brothers are fucking maniacs. It’s not that I never got into any mischief myself, I was always just...better at not getting caught. I don’t think that either of them know the definition of the word ‘subtle.’”

“No, not from what I’ve gathered,” Julian smirked as he cast a quick glance at the kitchen doors. Eskel followed his gaze and caught a hint of Lambert’s hair ducking out of view and he shook his head.

“Truly? He is the bane of my existence. I love him to death, but he may end up in the fucking wall tonight,” Eskel sighed, rubbing his weary face as Julian laughed brightly.

Their server came around with their main course, and refilled their wine glasses before leaving them to their dinner. “Now, I know it’s tempting to eat the whole thing,” Eskel began as he dusted fresh parmesan onto their plates from the little bowl between them, “but we do still have dessert. My advice: don’t be a hero. We can bring home leftovers.”

“You’re going to kill me with all of this,” Julian sighed as he spun his fork in the fresh spaghetti before slurping it up. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he tried hard not to make undignified noises at the dinner table. Eskel chuckled joyfully and ripped a slice of bread in half, dipping into some of the sauce. Julian thought if Eskel committed to their…. whatever this was… even half that much as he was committed to his food, he could count himself pretty damn lucky.

“Is this how you grew up eating? Just this? Casually? Every night?” Julian wondered aloud as he continued to stuff his face as gracefully as he could.

Eskel shrugged, “More or less. Of course, we dress it up for the restaurant, and it wasn’t always pasta. Same idea though, especially when Ma was still around. Pops is pretty protective of the recipes nowadays.”

“He’s very protective of all his children, then,” Julian winked, twirling his fork for another mouthful of pasta. “When did—I mean, if you don’t mind the question, when exactly did your mum… uh?”

Eskel smiled, “No, I don’t mind. Geralt was ten, I was nine, Lambert was… five I think? He doesn’t remember much, bits-and-pieces here and there, but Pops gets out the photo albums once a year on Christmas.”

“Wow, so he like, raised you.”

“Pretty much,” Eskel nodded proudly. “He stepped up well. Of course, everybody makes mistakes. But here we are! He kept us all alive, and that wasn’t an easy feat.”

Julian shook his head with a laugh, “No, I bet not. I imagine he’s proud of you, though.”

Eskel shrugged, “Yeah. We try not to bring too much shame on the family.” A little hazel-eyed wink lightened the mood and the two continued to enjoy their meal and each others’ company. Eventually, Julian pushed his plate back.

“I absolutely cannot eat anymore if I’m going to have dessert. This was delicious.”

“I’m glad you liked it. It’s a favourite of mine.” Eskel got the attention of their waiter, “Could we get these boxed up please?”

“Absolutely. Any interest in dessert?”

“Two espressos and a tiramisu, please. And two spoons. Thanks.”

As they waited for their dessert, Julian reached across the table, waggling his fingers for Eskel’s phone. “My turn, please!”

Eskel begrudgingly handed Julian his phone, and he immediately opened the page back up. “Are you… a morning or a night person?”

“Night. I hate mornings.”

“Ironic, since you chose to open a coffee shop.”

“I know. I still haven’t forgiven myself. You?”

“I can be a morning person if I need to be, but I prefer staying up late. I write better in the evenings.”

“You have about a minute and a half before the espresso gets here,” Eskel said with a smirk, his ears having pricked at the sound of the espresso grinder kicking on.

“Okay, okay. Last one: why didn’t your last relationship work?”

Eskel went quiet. Cleared his throat. Stared at his hands on the tabletop. “I’m not going to avoid that question, Julian, but I’m going to table it for now because I don’t want to answer it here. Later,” he added with an affectionate touch to the back of Julian’s hand.

The musician tilted his head sympathetically, “Of course. And obviously, you don’t have to tell me. But if you want to, I’ll listen whenever it feels right.”

Eskel nodded and straightened his tie, giving himself something to do with his hands. “Thank you. I do want to. Just...not right this second.”

“I completely understand,” Julian reassured him before chancing a glance at the kitchen door which was swinging suspiciously.

The waiter returned with their parceled pastas, and then once again shortly after with a beautifully layered, barely-holding-together tiramisu, and their coffee.

Eskel sipped on his espresso as Julian daintily dug into the dessert-y corner nearest him: it was the creamiest, moistest, most delicately sweetened tiramisu he’d ever tasted. “Dear sweet Baby Jesus and the Mother... Eskel—and I need you to answer me honestly—do you, or do you not, know how to make this? Because if you do, I—you’re not going to have to work very hard to keep me around.”

Eskel smirked and set his now half-empty cup down, “It’s a family recipe, we can all make it. It was kind of a rite of passage growing up. You know Papa trusted you in the kitchen when he put you on Dessert Duty.”

“Maybe you could teach me someday?”

Eskel narrowed his eyes over the rim of his small demitasse cup, “Hmm maybe. Not yet, though. I still have no proof you’re not working for a rival restaurant. Someday. For now, I have to entertain the possibility that you’re a double agent.”

He took his own hearty spoonful and flashed Julian a bright smile as he chewed. Lambert had prepped this. He could tell. Every element was executed with clinical precision, from the saturation of the biscuits to the subtle eggy sweetness of the custard—even the dusting of cocoa on top was perfectly proportioned with the rest of it. Lambert had truly, from start to finish, outdone himself, and Eskel couldn’t help but think his younger brother’s hijacking of the kitchen was about more than just spying on his date. No, he’d wanted it to be perfect, as good as it possibly could be; though of course he’d never say it. He didn’t have to. Lambert was a snarky pain in the ass with a heart the size of a cruise ship. This was him saying it.

Having polished off the remains of their dessert and espresso, Eskel went to the restroom and settled the bill while Julian put on his jacket, and the two made their way to thank the hostess one last time before heading into the now-dark evening. As they approached the host stand, however, Eskel stopped walking. He was in earshot now, and didn’t like what he was hearing.

“...don’t understand, what about that table?” An irritated middle-aged man and his dinner companion were standing in the doorway.

“Once again, sir—and I’m very sorry—but that table is reserved and there’s a one-hour wait without reservations.” Jess was clearly flustered, but holding her own as Eskel hovered nearby.

“Well, then, where are the people whose table that is?” The man blustered, pointing to a recently-vacant, un-bused table.

“I’ve phoned them, and have been assured they’ll be here within their five-minute wind—”

“You know what, that’s okay, we’re going to take a seat, thank you,” the man pushed past, no longer even looking at Jess, clearly speaking solely for the purposes of shutting her up. On his way, he collided with the broad-chested, half-Italian-half-Polish son of the restaurant’s proprietor.

“That table’s reserved,” Eskel said, coolly. Julian felt a shiver down his spine as this new Eskel he’d caught glimpses of all night took full form. He seemed to occupy twice the amount of space he had before and the vague threat of physical force loomed in the distance like a far-off thunderstorm. Oh my. Julian took a few measured steps back, not sure quite what to expect. Still, it wasn’t fear that whirled in the pit of his stomach. Rather it was something much warmer, a mix of admiration and curiosity that turned over and over as he watched the scenario unfold.

“Excuse me?” The man’s watery eyes flashed indignantly as he looked Eskel up-and-down. He scowled and made to step around, “Mind your own business.”

“This is my business.” Eskel once again put himself between man and table. “To be more precise, it’s my father’s business, but we’re a close family.”

“Well, then, you should train your staff better. This girl has absolutely no idea what she’s doing. We have a reservation! We told her we had a reservation, and now she’s telling us we have to wait an hour because of her incompetence. It’s a liability to your business, having staff that can’t handle simple things like reservations, can’t keep track of a simple thing like that, you ought to fire that girl!”

Eskel looked over the man’s head to Jess who shook her head, shrugging helplessly as she pointed to the reservation list. “This woman,” Eskel continued, “has been with us for seven years and has helped us to streamline and optimize our reservation system at least three different times. She’s more than competent, she’s an asset, and now I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You think you can come into my father’s restaurant—any restaurant—and insult the hostess, refuse to abide by carefully structured systems and policies, and force your way to a table that’s meant for someone else? There is no table for you this evening.”

Julian’s eyes widened as he watched from his safe distance, pretending to scroll on his phone so as not to draw attention to the fact that he was hanging onto every word of this interaction. Eskel was magnificent: grounded and calm, his tone still polite but inarguably authoritarian. Julian would stake his life on Eskel not being a violent person if he could avoid it, but for someone his size, even the vaguest possibility of an altercation would be enough to make an opponent question their choices.

“What?!” the man blustered again, utterly aghast at being denied.

“I will repeat myself once: you are not welcome in this restaurant tonight. Within five minutes of walking through that door, you’ve abused and disrespected the staff, and abused and disrespected the policies of this establishment. I wish you and your companion a pleasant dining experience elsewhere.” The crossed arms as a final punctuation were almost over-the-top, but the gesture drove the point home.

Julian glanced over to Jess. She was clearly finding the whole experience immensely gratifying (who wouldn’t? It was every service worker’s dream come true). But there was something more behind her relieved expression that told Julian she was also deeply touched. It was easy to see why: Eskel at peak protectiveness may as well have been a lioness or a mother bear warding off a potential threat to her young. Besides, he was clearly enjoying himself.

“Unbelievable. This is unacceptable. I’ll make sure the Star and the Herald hear about this.”

Eskel said nothing, but gestured with an open palm towards the exit, taking a few steps forward. The irritant had no choice but to vacate the premises. There was a moment of silence as the dust settled and after a deep breath, it was Eskel who broke the silence, “Sorry about that, Jess. Are you okay?” He tapped her elbow in familiar reassurance. She nodded, taking a sip of water. It was fine, she was just a little flustered. “Want to step out for a minute or two? I can watch the door. That is—if…” he gestured to Julian, having suddenly remembered exactly why he was there in the first place. He received a flippant wave and a shrug (‘yes of course you can send the flustered hostess on a break’) and took Jess’s place at the host stand while she went through the kitchen to get some fresh air.

When she returned, Lambert poked his head out the kitchen door and whistled to get Eskel’s attention, “‘Ey! Tutto bene?” All good?

“Stiamo bene.” We’re fine, Eskel answered with an easy shrug. “Chiamerei Papà.” I’ll call Dad. He held the door once again for Julian as they made their exit, pausing to say goodnight to Jess with a familial kiss on the cheek and a reminder that his number was still on speed-dial for a reason. The two stepped out of the restaurant and,—after a final pause for Eskel to call Papa Vesemir and explain what happened—fell into a slow and comfortable amble.

The two of them walked leisurely, their shoulders bumping back forth for a while. Julian glanced up into the sparkling stars overhead and back down to where the moon shone over Eskel’s skin. He noticed that Eskel seemed a little tense, and he knew that it wasn't because of the most-recent incident. No, a question was pressing very loudly into the creases of Eskel’s forehead, and Julian so desperately wanted to know the answer—not to be nosy, but so that he could help in some way, maybe. But in the last few days he’d already gotten the sense that Eskel was a private man, and that any amount of prying would only lead to friction.

Eskel’s hand fidgeted nervously with the keys in his pocket as they wandered down the ambling side streets of Little Italy—most of them one-way with barely a car in sight in contrast with the busy main drag. He thought back to the photo above his fireplace. If he was going to take this step, it was now or never. If it went badly, there was no great loss. A good few dates, maybe the possibility of something more, but no heartbreak. If he waited, he would only run the risk of making things much worse for much longer. They wandered into a small park where a modest bridge stretched over a pond filled with ducks and small fish. They crossed halfway and stopped in the middle, relaxing in the little pocket of nature tucked away inside the large city.

Eskel took a deep breath, worrying his lower lip slightly with his teeth, and Julian couldn’t tear his eyes away as he watched him gather his thoughts, wondering exactly what information he was about to be smacked with. Does he have a secret family no one knows about? Maybe he’s a secret agent. That’d be coo- no, Jules, stay on task, he’s clearly going through it.

“So…” Eskel kept his eyes trained on the far side of the pond, watching the ducks float and mingle under the stars.

“So…” Julian said, resting his elbows gently on the old, weathered wood of the bridge rail.

“You asked earlier about my last relationship, and I would like for you to have an answer.” Eskel sighed and ran his hand down his face, discreetly scratching at the long scar on his cheek. “It’s...it’s not a happy story, I’m afraid.”

Julian stayed quiet, letting Eskel take the time he needed to say whatever it was he needed to say. His hand twitched to reach for him, but he pulled back. Let him have space. Does he need space? What if he doesn’t want space? Damnit, Julian, he’s a grown man, he’s fine just let him… be.

Eskel turned and leaned against the railing with his arms crossed in front of his chest. When he spoke, his words felt rough in his throat, but it felt good to be saying them. Felt right. “I was married before.” Julian’s eyes widened as he raised his eyebrows. He didn’t know why, but Eskel had given off a strong bachelor vibe, not at all what he would have expected from someone who’d already been settled down before. “College sweethearts, got married the summer after we graduated, got situated together as best we could—you know, nice apartment, grown-up furniture, houseplants. We made plans to move out of the city, saved up enough to put a small downpayment on a home somewhere quieter. And we did. Front lawn, backyard, space for a garden. It wasn’t much and it was right by the tracks, but it was ours. Packed everything up, rented a U-Haul (we didn’t have much stuff)... A week and two days after we moved in, a drunk driver ran a red going 100 in a 50 zone and ploughed into the passenger side door—damn near tore the car in half. I wasn’t alone.”

“Oh, shit,” Julian breathed, his eyes welling with tears, “I-I don’t know what to say, except I am so sorry…”

Eskel shook his head, still adamantly staring into the distance, his voice a little thick, “Thank you, Julian, you don’t have to say anything. I just… I wanted you to know. I’ve moved on, but I still love her, if that makes any sense.”

“I understand. Thank you.” Julian rested a hand on Eskel’s shoulder, and received a grateful squeeze from Eskel’s hand as it came to meet his. “So… I do have one question. If it’s alright, if not I can save it for another time if you’d rather not—”

Eskel shrugged dismissively, “No, no, it’s all on the table, you should be able to ask. What’s on your mind?”

“It’s just… you said… her?”

Eskel nodded, “Yes.”

“So you…”

“Found someone I loved.”

Julian nodded, feeling the tears finally break through and trickle down his cheeks, cooling in the night air. He cleared his throat, “Eskel? Could I maybe—unless you want some space, which is fine, you can just tell me but—could I hold your hand? I just, I feel like I want to but don’t know if you—”

Eskel slid his hand over the rail and grabbed onto Julian’s hand, their fingers intertwining gently. Julian squeezed, scooting a little closer to Eskel so that he could feel the warmth radiating from beneath his soft suede jacket. Julian sighed softly, mirroring Eskel as they both looked over the water. “Why now? Why me?”

Eskel finally looked over, and Julian met his eyes. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were bright and full of mourning and pain and something lighter, something that felt a lot like hope. “I think you came along at a good time.”

“Did you… I mean… have you been with many—”

“I’ve gotten all the rebound out of my system if that’s what you mean,” Eskel smirked brightly and Julian was surprised at the relief he felt to see joy come back to his companion’s face. He nudged Julian’s shoulder, “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. At least, when it comes to people. Clothing is a different story, I’ve said as much myself. I like you, Julian. And I meant what I said about taking this seriously. You know, I… this might sound odd, but I like the way you make me feel. It’s a good feeling. And if it’s alright with you, I’d like to kiss you.”

It was slow and fluid, the way Eskel turned to face Julian, gently sandwiching him between the bridge railing and his own warm body. He didn’t crowd, didn’t press, but the soft wool of his sweater met the crisp cotton of Julian’s button-down and a thrill turned in Julian’s stomach as two large hands cradled the sides of his face. Julian swallowed and reached a tentative hand to Eskel’s right cheek. He didn’t flinch or pull away, but almost leaned into the musician’s cool fingers as they traced the jagged lines.

“May I?” Eskel’s whisper was almost plaintive and Julian could feel his breath trembling as he nodded.

Their lips crashed together and they both breathed deep in a mutual swell, noses filling with cologne and freshly laundered clothing, and the crisp smell of dampness that rose from the chilly water below them. Lips, hands, tongues, hair, bodies pressed closer, their breaths misting in the cool spring air. Only the soft sounds of sleepy ducks and the latent rumble of distant traffic could be heard as the two sunk into each other, relished one another. For Eskel, it was part-relief, part-comfort, hope and reassurance. For Julian it was also hope, but a hope that he could be good enough, be someone for Eskel to rely on, trust in. And so far, much to his amazement, he seemed to be succeeding.

When they did finally part for air, neither of them seemed keen to stray far. Eskel leaned his forehead against Julian’s, his eyes still closed as he caught his breath. Julian, however, couldn’t keep his eyes still, drinking in every ounce of Eskel that he could reach. “You, uh…” Eskel swallowed in a gulping breath, “you still have time to run for the hills.”

Julian chuckled and touched their lips back together sweetly, unhurried, a soft peck in the moonlight. “I’m not running anywhere, I promise.”

Julian could feel Eskel’s smile pressing into his own lips, and he knew he was a goner. “Good. That’s very good…”

They stood there for a while more, lingering in each other’s space as the moon peeked out from behind a cloud, hazy and golden. Though, as more clouds threatened to cover the stars in a dewy mist, Eskel murmured in Julian’s ear, taking his hand and leading him down the path towards Julian’s apartment. They took their time walking back, chatting quietly, sometimes playfully bumping shoulders until they finally reached Julian’s door. It was late, almost 10pm as they stood at the front of the walkup, both feeling slightly chilly.

“I would invite you in but… roommate. And I haven’t told her I’m seeing anyone, so. Not that I expect—er, I mean, whatever you, uh—”

“We’ll figure it out,” Eskel said calmly with a hand on Julian’s shoulder. “Plenty of time.”

With that, they said goodnight, and Eskel promised, once again, to text when he got home.

Meanwhile, Lambert had his back pressed up against the side of the restaurant, its windows dark and oblivious to the shenanigans taking place in its side alley. The usurping chef moaned as his bottom lip was gently pressed between a set of teeth, tugging gently, wantonly, with the promise of leaving him tender and swollen and wanting for nothing by the end of the evening. He knew what Lambert wanted, the smarmy asshole was an open book, and the waiter was always happy to oblige. Besides, Lambert wasn’t the only one getting something out of it. Oh no, this was an equal transaction, enthusiastically participated in by both parties.

Lambert threaded his fingers into thick, dark waves of hair and swallowed the moan he received in response. He felt the pair of hands around his waist slide down to his backside and squeeze tightly, grinding their hips together sloppily, desperately.

“I uh-” Lambert gasped between their lips, “I wanted to thank you again for helping out tonight, Aiden. It uh, I know how much Eskel needed that and-”

“Quit being such a sap and shut up so I can kiss you,” Aiden growled, pushing Lambert harder against the cold brick wall at his back and Lambert was very quickly at a loss for words. Did he have to be up at the ass-crack of dawn to go into the cafe? Yes. Was this just the beginning of a—hopefully—very long night? Aiden hooked a finger in Lambert’s belt and began tugging him towards his car. Yes, yes it was.

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hikari-writes · 4 years ago

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『Haikyuu!!』

Birthday Oneshot

❝ The Times We Spend Together ❞

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi

Warning: Nothing, just floof

Genre: FLOOOF

Words: 2.2k

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A/N: OSJXKD I FINALLY MANAGED IT--- W H E E Z E--- HOPE U ENJOY!! HAPPY BDAY YAMAGUCHI ILYSM NOWNEXCUSE ME WHILE I GO. DIE--- (also this is the first yams fluff ive ever done aha---)

“So, the plan is to have Tsukishima and Y/N bring Yamaguchi into the gym and-- …..Uh...Y/N, are you listening?”

You snapped out of your daydream as soon as you heard Daichi calling out your name in the middle of his explanation. You looked at him with an awkward grin and nodded your head enthusiastically.

Daichi didn’t look into your reaction any deeper and continued with his explanation. You took that opportunity to heave a quiet sigh.

This wasn’t going according to your original plan.

Tadashi’s birthday was coming up, and as his girlfriend, you’ve planned out what you’re going to do with him, from over a month ago. Just the two of you, together alone.

But after today’s practice, Daichi secretly called out to you and revealed his plan to make a surprise birthday party for Tadashi using the gym. Obviously as his girlfriend, you were asked to join in on the plan. You didn’t dare to tell him that you had already planned out to celebrate Tadashi’s birthday alone with him -since you didn’t want to come off as selfish or anything- so you decided to just, went along with the plan.

Although Koushi did ask you beforehand whether you had an early plan with him or not, to which you replied with a no. Well, technically, you didn’t have any arranged plan with him, since it was supposed to be a surprise after all, so you’re not exactly lying.

Kei, who knew of your original plan, thought of how idiotic you are for not telling the truth. He actually tried to tell Daichi but you stopped him before he got to.

“If you’ve already got something planned, why would you agree to this surprise party?” Kei asked, rather begrudgingly.

“Well….I just want Tadashi to have fun with his team--- friends too...you know? This party will be like, his bonding time with his friends, and I’d love to see him just be genuinely happy with them. B-besides, I can always celebrate his birthday with him anytime later! So you needn’t worry about it.”

Kei just rolled his eyes at your “heartfelt” confession (as he’d call it). However, if that’s what you wanted, as a friend (though he won’t be admitting that part out loud), he’ll support your decision.

Today’s volleyball practice was cancelled (for obvious reasons) and as planned, both you and Kei walked back with Tadashi. The plan was for you to act as if you’ve forgotten something at the gym halfway on your way back home and asked them to accompany you to fetch it.

Things were going well, you and Kei felt that you’ve walked far enough and you were about to open your mouth and start your act, until Tadashi turned towards you with a bashful smile on his face. You immediately froze up and smiled back, trying to act naturally but it’s pretty evident that your smile was strained.

“Y/N, uhh… I just remembered something…Today is my birthday! ….so uhm...I just thought… maybe we could spend some time together or something… If you’re not busy, that is!!”

You continued to keep up your strained smile while your mind went into riot mode. You took a glance at Kei who was as shocked as you at Tadashi’s sudden invitation. You guys weren’t expecting this. Like, at all.

Kei, thank the god for his quick thinking, mouthed a “Just say yes,” at you and after that quickly excused himself while pretending to answer a phone call.

Tadashi looked back at you with unsuspecting eyes, still waiting for your answer.

“Uh…Yes! Of course! I’d love that. Are you really okay with spending your birthday with only me though?” You asked sheepishly, trying to hide the grin that was about to form on your lips. It kinda felt wrong -since the volleyball club team had already planned out a surprise birthday party for him- but you couldn’t help but to feel so happy Tadashi invited you to spend time together alone with him on his special day. You might even combust with happiness at the time had your rationality not kept your mind together.

“I wouldn't ask for anything else in the world.”

With that, you were ready to leap at him and shower his face with kisses while also trying to explain that you two can have your birthday date after he attends the surprise birthday party at the school gym, until Kei -the only rational one here- pushed away your face with his hand in an attempt to stop you from doing anything stupid and ruining the surprise.

“Well, you two can have your birthday date or whatever. I’ll just go home for now. Happy birthday, I guess, Yamaguchi.”

Kei casually left you two alone and you caught a glimpse of him waving his phone at you, signalling that he'll inform you about the next strategies over the text. You silently nodded at him, although you doubt he saw you doing that.

“Well, let’s enjoy ourselves then.” You turned back to Tadashi and held his hand. He took the lead and you walked beside him, your heart feeling all warm and fuzzy. In a sense, this was according to your original plan, excluding the surprise part, that is. It was like killing two birds with one stone. You got to have your birthday date with Tadashi -minus the surprise part- and he got to celebrate it with his friends. It’s a win-win situation. Everyone’ll be happy.

As it was already pretty late in the evening, you two decided it would be best if you just have a simple date at a fast food restaurant. Since there’ll be more food you got to eat later at the surprise party, you thought up a lie to convince Tadashi to not buy too much food. And by ‘not too much’, you literally mean only getting some french fries. Soggy ones for him, of course.

“Tadashi! Truth is….I made a cake for you and I left it in the fridge at my house. So uhm...I think it’s better if we don’t buy too much food for now.” It was hard for you to lie to Tadashi, since you’ve never done it to him before (not that you have any reason to do so in the first place) so you were extremely nervous he’ll see right through you. Thankfully, he didn’t. Which just made you feel more guilty even though there’s literally no reason for you to feel so. (Well, you did make his birthday cake though, so at least that’s the truth. It was just at the gym instead of in your fridge, that’s all.)

It was just like any normal date you’ve had. You and him just chatting while eating your fries, teasing him and poking his cheeks once in a while and vice versa, and just….giggling like idiots in love at a fast food restaurant without caring for other people who were staring at you.

You checked your messages to see new messages from Kei.

You heaved an involuntary sigh which caught Tadashi’s attention. You could feel his concerned gaze boring a hole through your body so you quickly beamed the brightest smile you could muster his way.

“Something’s wrong?” Now that he’s actually asked that, you were left with no choice than to tell the truth to him. Well, just partially though.

“Nothing, just…...I just wish time would stop forever right at this moment….” The way you nonchalantly said that earned a blush from Tadashi and he quickly covered his flustered face with his hand and a chuckle.

“Well, we may not be able to do that, but I’ll treasure these moments we share together for forever.”

You squeezed his hands and brought it closer to your lips before kissing his knuckles. A soft laughter escaped Tadashi’s lips at the ticklish feel of your lips against his muscular hand.

“Now that I think about it, time flew really fast, huh? Before we know it, the year is ending.”

“And Christmas is coming up soon. Do you---”

“Is that even a question, Tadashi? I’ll spend Christmas with you even if you didn’t ask.”

You could see Tadashi heaving a relieved sigh. You continued to play with your fries and twirling it around until a question struck you.

“Tadashi, what’s your birthday wish for this year?”

You slammed your hands a bit on the table and Tadashi could see how your eyes sparkled when you shot this question at him. He was a bit taken aback by the sudden enthusiasm, but he wasn’t complaining. Seeing your cute face lit up is one of the best things in his life after all.

“Hm...I don’t think I have anything in particular….I’m already so happy right now that I have you in my life, and so many friends and…..I’m happy that I’m even able to play volleyball.”

You loved how his expression softened when he talked about the things he loved. The way his lips would tug into a genuine and soft smile, and how there’s a small tint of pink blush dusting his cheeks…. It all just looked so perfect in your eyes.

After finishing your last fries, you widened your eyes in realization and looked at Tadashi with a sheepish smile.

“Ah...sorry about this Tadashi but I think I left something at the gym….Can you come with me to get it back?”

As you were approaching the school, you texted Kei to get ready. He left it on read but whatever, he knew what he was supposed to do when you said that. You opened the gym door and Tadashi noticed how it was unlocked but no sooner than that, all the lights in the gym were turned on and several loud sounds of party crackers echoed throughout the gym alongside a harmonized and synched “Happy birthday, Yamaguchi!”.

You walked up to him and wore him a homemade party hat on his head. He stood there still for a moment, as if his mind was still processing what was happening at that moment but soon after, a deep blush covered his entire face and ears as he stumbled over his own words, all the while wearing a confused smile on his face.

“The team decided to do a surprise birthday party for you, so we got all this planned out. Well, the part where you invited me for the date wasn’t part of the plan though, but we managed things somehow.” You explained the details to him with a big grin on your face. Tadashi’s blush darkened and he could almost feel himself combusting with happiness.

“Thank you, everyone! Really, this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“Well with that said, let’s party!!” Ryuunosuke and Yuu both yelled in unison while dragging Tadashi across the gym and laughed. You giggled at the sight of your poor boyfriend getting dragged away from you, and decided to enjoy yourself too at the party.

“Thanks for the great time guys! Be careful on your way home!” Koushi reminded you guys after all of you were ready to head back home. You all replied in unison and made your way back home, ready to hit the hay after tiring yourselves out.

Kei had gone back with Akiteru who picked him up (though he seemed reluctant at first), so you were left alone with Tadashi on your way back.

“Aren’t they just the best? You have a great team and friends, Tadashi. I’m so happy for you.”

You held his hand and squeezed it tighter. That particular night was pretty chilly, which gave you all the more reason to warm his hand up by holding it. Tadashi let out a soft chuckle and nodded his head. Truly, he was extremely blessed to have such amazing friends.

“Hehe...aren’t you forgetting something or are you just pretending to forget about it?” You breathed out a mischievous laugh and you could see his shoulders tensed up at the question. He knew exactly what you meant, but he didn’t want to be the one who brought it up.

You stopped in his tracks and so did Tadashi. “Well, close your eyes now and hold out your hand.” He did as he was told and you took out a small box out of your bag.

Tadashi waited patiently for you to finish doing what you were doing, but his heart leapt out of his chest when he felt his fingers brushing against something. His heart was racing and the blush on his face was more evident now. He tried to convince himself that it wasn’t what he thought it was, but deep down, he wanted it to be. Just the idea of it had already sent him flying to paradise.

“Okay, open your eyes now!” You held his hand right in front of his face and when Tadashi slowly opened his eyes, he couldn’t suppress the grin that was forming on his face.

“It’s beautiful...Thank you, Y/N.”

He stared at the silver couple ring on his ring finger fondly. You showed him yours with a cheerful smile adorning your pretty face.

“Do you like it?” He turned to you and suddenly caught you off guard by cupping your cheeks in both his hands and softly pressing his lips against yours, melting you in the warm, affectionate kiss. As soon as your lips parted, he pressed his forehead against yours and whispered, “I love it so much. Thank you.”

A soft laughter escaped your lips and you embraced the freckled boy tightly.

“Happy birthday, Tadashi.”

The End

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poisonousroxstar · 4 years ago

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Imagine:

Makoto Naegi with a Yandere S/O.

(long post, by the way!)

(Slight, ever so slight n✿fw warning)

When he first met you, Makoto couldn't help but be attracted to your gentle, sweet nature that comforted him always. Whenever he felt sad, disappointing, or angry, you'd come to his need and whisper things. Things that put him at ease.

Although he'd never feel that way about you, he saw you as his greatest ally. His best friend.

But... that's not what you wanted. At all. You loved him more then anyone else, you were willing to do just about anything to make him like you! You were so certain he'd fall for that charm, so when he didn't... It was devastating. But... you'd continue to love him, continue to be there for him. You had convinced yourself that, in some way, he'd come to love you the way you loved him.

Your devotion to him was almost as obsessive as Toko's. But unlike her, you didn't make it apparent as to not scare him off.

Which is why he never caught on to your - now looking back at it, obvious - issues.

You always managed to disguise your prying in a tone so sweet, syrup practically dripped from every word.

"how was your day? Anything interesting happen?" "What're you up to today? Wanna hang out! I'd really like too!" "Did you hang out with anyone new?"

Makoto would always answer your questions honestly.

"It was fine, I guess.. not much really happened but I did finally beat that level!"

"Yeah sure! I'll be right there"

"uhh, not really... W-well uhm...there was this o-one person..."

Huh-

It didn't take much time to know he was crushing on someone... It was apparent in the way he grew awkward and stiff in his speech. And how you could practically feel the blush irradiating off his words.

And every word he said regarding them felt like a skewer through your body.

You loved him so, SO much that it hurt...so why?

Why was he making you suffer more?

How much more of yourself do you have to strain, just for him to mumble a simple...

"I love you"

But, you wouldn't allow this to penetrate your facade. Instead, you made it seem like you were happy for him

"Wow, makoto. Sounds like you have a crush~" you'd tease him, hiding how bitter those made your mouth taste

"H-hey! That's not it!"

"Yeah yeah, lover boy, whatever you say~ careful though, don't want a flagpole shooting up if you hug them, eh~?" That definitely made him stutter, more then before especially. What a cutie..

After this, makoto began seeing you a lot more then usual. Sure, I mean, you did hang about him a bunch, but recently it had been more frequent.

He never suspected anything though, you just wanted to hang out is all. Besides, you were his best friend! Why would he suspect you?

It didn't take long for you to discover the person he was crushing on, due to his many mannerisms you had studied down to a T practically giving it away.

That, and he just (reluctantly) told you.

Now, to get rid of them. That poison in the lake..

Don't worry! You'd never kill someone, no no! Although...

With the plan you'd put in motion, you're sure that death may of been more merciful..

A week or two passed, and Makoto noticed changes in the person he liked. They were more gloomy, reserved and even a bit fidgety now. Contrasting their once outgoing and laid-back nature.

He began noticing how people looked at them too. Disgust, anger, spite, or pity were a common expression thrown their way. And soon, bullying was happening as well.

Vicious rumors had been spreading like wildfire about them, quickly destroying their reputation and likeability and ultimately alienating them.

What was gossip quickly turned into truth, and that was all you wanted. Everyone believed it, even Makoto did, and soon they came less and less to the public.

Until eventually, they stopped coming entirely.

This was all you wanted! Now, it was just you and him. No one else that could get in the way.

The plan work worked more perfect then how you wanted it though. It seems your lies grew to the bounds of the internet and cyberbullying quickly began spreading through their daily life. Even when they left, they weren't safe.

It didn't shock you much when their body was found in their residence. Gently swaying side to side as they hanged from the rope tied around their neck. Face deathly pale and nails stained with their blood.

What a loser, even in death they couldn't do it right. Hah!

This didn't effect you much, if at all. It actually felt very rewarding for you, knowing your actions pushed them over the edge.

The same, however, could not be said for Makoto.

He was extremely shaken up by the discovery, and a part of him felt like he could of helped them.

He could of saved them. He saw what was happening, and he didn't do anything. Why?

Why didn't he help them, when they needed it the most? Why was he such a coward?

Taking note of this, you quickly sprung into action. Bashing away those hideous thoughts.

"Makoto, don't think like that! You couldn't of prevented this... They..they did this to themselves.. they just couldn't take it anymore... I'm sure they're happier where they are now, and from what I've seen, they wouldn't of wanted you to be sad!".

Although he still blamed himself. That brought him some comfort, especially from you.

But... This wouldn't be the last instance something like this would happen.... It was one of many, in fact.

A disturbing number of people that use to buzz around the ultimate lucky student slowly began distancing themselves from him and the school, one by one each abandoning him and succumbing to the relentless bullying. Much to his grief.

Yet every step of the way, you stood alongside him. Reassuring this was never his fault, and that he didn't deserve to blame himself for it.

Maybe that's what gave you away. How you always stuck with him thick and thin. How you crept your way into practically every moment of his life now.

Slowly, he began to realize the seeds of ignorance you'd sow in him. How you'd tell him they weren't worth his time anymore, how they were idiots to abandon someone as sweet and as caring him.

And how you'd never leave his side. That you'd be with him every step of the way.

Makoto confronted you about his suspicion, although instead of replying with a harsh or demanding tone, the words came out with a softness.

Even if you were the cause of why students had been dropping like flies...he still cared about you deeply. And even if he was angry, he could never bring himself to truly yell at you.

Your expression at his accusation was obvious confusion "uh, what? Why would I be the one making them leave?" You'd say, your voice evidently laced with pain.

Makoto quickly apologized for hurting your feelings, but continued on about his impending suspicion about you, and how he felt like something was just...off

The last thing he wanted was to lose you. You were there for him, you cared for and about him when no one else would. You always took care of him, and he didn't want this to the be the case but...

No, you couldn't allow this to happen. You worked too hard and came too far for him to just do this to you. You! Of all people, he was suspicious of you!

The one who was always there for him!

The one who wiped away those that always threatened to spill whenever someone he cared for disappeared!

The one would risk both life and limb just to see him smile!

Why?! Why did he always do this?? Why did he always make you suffer so much.

Makoto saw a new side of you. An aspect of yourself that triggered an almost primal instinct of his to leave. Run away as fast as he could. And yet he couldn't. His legs remained perfectly positioned, much to his inner agony. He feared what he saw.

And what he saw, was anger.

You were angry at him, angry at yourself, angry at the world. Oh, why couldn't he just love you! Why?! Was it that hard to do?

You didn't care anymore, you decided that if he wasn't going to make the first move, you would.

Gripping firmly onto his stiff hands, you began to confess your feelings. You told him everything: how you had loved him since an early age, how just being near him was enough to get you started in the day and ready for anything. You told him how he made you feel like an entirely new person, and that your life, once boring and plain, had a burst of colour every time you were near him.

You even started diving into secrets, your mind so wrapped up in finally being able to do this just letting them slip.

You added how you'd sometimes take things from him while he wasn't looking. At first it was regular things he'd never miss like an empty soda can or a video game disk that was broken. Then, as it continued, the context got more intense.

Like how you sometimes snuck into his room whenever he wasn't around (it was pretty easy to get in to considering his family really liked you, and that you'd lie and say you were grabbing something for him) and that you started taking more private things from him like his shirts, pants....undies. anything that remotely smelled of him placed you in a high you hadn't felt before.

You even touched yourself with the toothbrush you took from him while also inhaling his scent, pretending he was the one doing all of that to you. Even now, the thought made you quiver even now.

Makoto was completely awestruck. He was frozen in place, overwhelmed and unable to process what you just told him. A part of him always knew you liked him more then a friend, and perhaps a tiny bit of him was feeling the same way due to recent events.

But whatever chances of love that were there had completely vanished and turned into air. What resided now was terror. He was afraid of you, and what you would do to him.

And he was wise to think that. While you felt relief to finally be able to say all you, your heart was still whirling in anger. Yet instead of shouting at him, you calmly--and eerily lovingly-- said this.

"you make me feel whole, you make everyday to me more lively and worth loving! I love you, Makoto Naegi. I love you so much... That it hurts... It hurts so much sometimes, but I persist, for you! I want to revolve my everything around you! Please, please accept my confession..please?"

He hated how his face burned red for a split second, but quickly that sinking feeling returned to him, and appropriately, he shakily refused your confession. And with some trembling force, he pried his hands from yours.

"i-i'm sorry s-s/o... But... I don't love you like that... And I can't just forgive what you did. Because of your actions, a good person lost their life! You even made all my friends disappear! I...i-i-i can't LOVE someone like that- like you! You..." And that's where everything blurred for you..

What...what did he just say?... "I can't love you?".... Huh... But...

Makoto felt a dark aura disperse from your body as you became stiff and quiet, like a stone statue. Your eyes grew a shadow darker, amplifying to your intimidating appearance as your once bliss smile dropped into a devastated frown. The mixing energies of your being and your expression made him gulp from terror and guilt, and send a shiver running down his back.

You don't remember much of what happened afterwards, but you were aware enough to know your body began moving on its own and towards the boy who made your heart beat faster. Even now, you loved him... But now, you also despised him. For being so...selfish. after all the time and effort that was sacrificed for him, he still didn't love you... Well, you could fix that. You tried the subtle approach, but perhaps a more "direct" method was needed to drill that thought inside his head. Maybe that's what motivated your body to move on its own.

You faded in and out to what was happening at that moment. You remember makoto attempting to run but being cut off when you grabbed him and brought him to the ground. You remember him shouting in an attempt to alert someone about his attack. And then, you grabbed something solid and hard, and bashed it into his head.

He survived thankfully, but he was knocked out cold and bleeding profusely. On top of that, you were sure someone could of heard what was happening. At that point you were panicking, but were composed enough to come up with a half-assed solution. Although it seemed impossible, you had hope it would work...

And work, it did.

Makoto found himself in a weird building, one that wasn't too familiar to him. He couldn't remember what happened, his mind twisting in pain as he rubbed the bandaged area that had been struck by a rock. "A rock? I was attacked..?" And then that's when everything flooded back to him. How you entered a blind rage and began to attack him, bringing him to the ground and easily overpowering the boy before knocking him unconscious.

He tried moving to at least get a better understanding of where he was, but it'd prove futile due to his arms and legs bound to a chair. He tried shouting, but it was useless due to the gag in his mouth which.. he had justed noticed was there. Makoto did everything he could to try and get out of his confinements, pulling and pushing his limbs as much as he could yet only achieving a slight *rattle* from the bounds.

His fear would only increase when the sweet honey suckle voice that once brought him comfort, but now only pure terror, bounced from the buildings walls. You smiled gently at makoto in a manner that seemed like it was almost mocking him. You greeted him like you did everyday previously; warmly and with a fun energy! You hoped he slept well, and you informed him he'd been out for quite a bit, and that you fixed that little bump on his head! Though, he didn't need to thank you. Not like he could!

You then told him you had brought him to a special place where no one but the birds and bugs outside would disturb them! You also told him not to worry about his school life or family, you had already taken care of it! You said to your hostage that he'd been staying here for a bit until you had made him love you.

Makoto didn't know what to do, and he was scared beyond anything he'd ever felt. What happened to you? What happened to the S/O he use to know? Was it all just a facade?... Oh god, what were you gonna do to him?

Noticeable sweat drops and a purple hue took over his expression, pure fear etched into those darling features of his which you came to adore. You told makoto that, if he behaved and began to love you, that nothing bad would ever happen to him. you wouldn't touch a single hair on his ahoge, so long as he said these simple words.

I love you.

And yet, even then, makoto couldn't abide to your rule. Upon taking off his gag, makoto tried to reason and plead with you to let him go, that even if he was captured he'd never tell anyone about it; and that even if you were an insane person, you were still his friend! And that you could get better! And-

*SMACK* You slapped him across the face and shoved the gag back into his mouth. You had enough with this "friend" nonsense, and you weren't insane! What was he even on about? Was he trying to make you hurt again?... Well, it wasn't gonna work. Now, it was his turn to suffer. To hurt him like he hurt you until he learned to love you as much as you loved him.

You disappeared for a moment, and in that time frame makoto soaked in what had just happened. You smacked him?! You really smacked him! And it wasn't like it was painless either, the red print on his cheek said otherwise. Tears threatened to topple over at that moment, the fear, pain, anger; betrayal, guilt, regret all getting the better of him. His thoughts were brought back to earth when you returned to him brandishing a fresh set of sterile, sharp tools that glistened in the rays of sun that managed to seep through the building.

You expressed an awed grin as you brandished a sharp tool towards his neck, pressing it against him until a small line of blood began to ooze down. Makoto's eyes were filled with immense terror, and the colour that remained had completely drained from his face. He was shaking intensely and you swear heard him take a hard swallow. God he was adorable, even now. You didn't want to hurt, you truthfully didn't... But playing nice wasn't going to get you anywhere, so hurting him was a necessity. He would scream, yell, cry, beg, but it wouldn't deter you from your mission of love. Even if he feared you in the end, even if he hated you by the end, if it meant you'd get to keep him now and forever... It'd be worth it.

Makoto's spirit and willpower were completely destroyed by you. He couldn't remember anything really, blurring in and out of consciousness as his body was assaulted nearly daily now. He couldn't think of anything but the pain that irked his body and his mentality. It hurt everywhere, it even hurt breathing now. Why were you doing this to him? He just wants to go home, he just wants to see his family again... He just wants the pain to stop. Please... Make it stop.

What remained of the past makoto had been largely snuffed out, replaced with a shivering scared young boy instead. A nice, obedient boy, one who'd obey you without a fault. It honestly worked much better then you thought, and you were amazed at how quickly the personality of someone can change. You were sure he wouldn't try anything, now that his energy and motivation were depleted, so you released him from his bounds and carefully took him out of the chair. Makoto wanted to fight back, thrash and run for the doors, but he just... couldn't. His body and his mind were too out of it for him to do anything.

All he could do was writhe in pain. Emotional, physical, mental, it all hurt to the point his tears began running down his face again. You gently wiped away those tears, caressing his hair and telling him how much of a good boy he was to endure all that. You spoke to him in that sickly sweet tone he came to fear, as it always meant something awful was about to happen to him... But, he didn't try resisting anymore. It was pointless.. but he craved that kindness you once had. He hated himself for still wanting to see the good in you, he hated how much he still cared about you... And he was scared that a piece of him did eventually come to love you a tiny bit. He wanted to suppress these feelings, all of them and just let the anger remain... But he was so, so touch starved for any kind of kindness or humanity that his body couldn't help but weakly curl up to your warmth, as much as he hated.

Your heart pounded as he did this. He was starting to love you! You were the happiest person on earth! All that work and effort had finally paid off, makoto, your love, FINALLY returned your affection! You could just throw him in the air and hug him until his ribcage broke, but couldn't do that right now because there was a high chance his ribcage would actually break in his current state.

You were quick to nurse him back to a stable condition, how you did this completely mesmerized him. When did you even learn this? How long were you planning to kidnap me? So many thoughts, so little answers. For the first few days of his slow recovery, makoto tried thinking of a plan to get out and return to his family, then when that was done he'd have you put away somewhere. Far, far away from him where'd you rot.

But every time he tried thinking of a way of to get away from you, his heart would coil with guilt almost instantly and his train of thought would be derailed. Why was he feeling this way for you? You kidnapped him! You hurt him! Why should he start loving you?...

Why was he starting to love you?

....and then, time passed. Makoto was fully healed physically, although he still was not nearly as stable mentally or emotionally, but that was fine. He was quiet now, and you missed his voice sure but, he'd come back around eventually! So you spent a few days alone with him, bringing back some stuff for you two to do and munch in an attempt to bring out some remnants of his past self a bit. it didn't help much as makoto only did things whenever you told him too, but eventually he started doing stuff again. He ate whenever he needed, and cleaned himself when it started getting bad, and as a reward you'd smother him with kisses, hugs, and buy him one of his favourite things for every little achievement he unlocked! Makoto couldn't explain what he was feeling for you, or maybe he just didn't want to accept it. He was still scared, still so angry with you or your selfishness... But he craved you. He craved your affection, your love.

And then more time passed.. makoto was allowed to go back to his family once he had been fully trained. But he couldn't stay away from you very long, spending a night by himself felt so... Odd for him.. after all the time you two spent together, without your presence near him he felt absolutely alone.

This emotional dependence on you caused him to fumble even basic day to day tasks. He was so use to the lack of people that the sudden amount of eyes on him made his anxieties spike. It felt like someone was wrapping their hands around his neck, squeezing the air right out of his lungs. He needed you so, so much right now. He needed you to tell him how good he was, he needed your love.

When he finally does get to see you again, he's practically in tears and sobbing profusely. He missed you so much! Where did you go? Why weren't you responding to him? You were his world, and you completely left him! He just clung to you for the most time, refusing to release in fear you'd drift away again. He wanted to hate you, he really did, but only a small bit was allowed to sink through as the rest simply roared for you.

You were makoto's crutch for stability. Honestly, you weren't too upset about this. If anything, it made you feel needed from the one you love most and that's all you ever wanted. He finally realized... That all he ever needed was you, and whatever you did to him back then was only for him to get a clearer view of his future.

And you finally got your wish, with teary eyes that could flood an entire desert and a heartbroken, desperate.

"i love you, S-S/O!"

Finally... Finally, he had said what you always wanted. You practically melted into his being as he muttered those words, you had never felt such a wash of pleasure come over you! He said what was needed, and you returned it in full! You two devoted time to each other, and you loved each other through thick and thin.

Makoto's independence had completely evaporated when you had tortured him daily back then, and his emotions were completely erratic. You controlled him, you kept him in check, and you loved every second of it.

Finally... The man you loved, was yours.

Forever ♡

Sorry if it was a bit rushed near the end! It was going on for too long, so I just needed to hurry it up! I'm going to make them smaller in the future, so please enjoy this.... whatever!

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