#which was so nice and i appreciated it but i also felt like an asshole interrupting their time together just cause i was sad 🙄

[reidrum]

like i would | s.r

pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

a/n: ok im gonna be honest idk how i feel about this one, i just wanted to finish it and put it out so apologies in advance if its not the best lol. this was requested with the prompt "i bet he can't fuck you like i can"! feedback and reblogs are always appreciated ! thanks for being paitent while i got this one out <3

cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, fingering, munch!spencer, jealous!spencer, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you whack it), reader's bf has a name which i hate in fics but its so hard to write this trope without a name so, afab!reader,

summary: a confession about your sex life makes it's way to the one person you'd hope wouldn't hear, and now he's determined to rectify the way you've been wronged

wc: 4.5k

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you were a great asset to the bau. it was why you were personally recommended by emily to transfer out of sex crimes, the skill set you brought alongside the field training you had proved to be vital for the team’s success lately. you were also a great asset to the team. the bau was notorious for having people turnover fast, and you knew they were apprehensive with newcomers. but you managed to hit it off with every single member, one more than others.

spencer reid did not expect someone like you to join the team. not that he didn’t have faith in your talents and skills, he’s read your file and obviously knows you’re more than qualified to be here. he just did not expect someone who looked like you to join the team, someone who didn’t look beaten down by the horrors of the world and still believed in pots of gold at the end of rainbows. 

it didn’t help that you were so beautiful he literally would feel his heart ache when you walked in. like literally, would have to rub his chest to soothe the pain. and as spencer would, he would logic out his feelings with science because that’s all they are, scientific chemical reactions in the body. but what he felt in your friendship, what he felt when he was lucky enough to be in your presence, was something no textbook, theorem, or equation could explain.

so imagine the size of the fucking hammer coming down on his head when he finds out you have a boyfriend who: 1. is not him, and 2. is an actual real life bozo.

apparently you’d been seeing damon from organized crime for about a month now, that’s what he heard from penelope, and you ‘claim’ to be super happy. 

spencer doesn’t buy it.

he’s seen the way your ‘relationship’ operates, and he’s got the facts to back it up. damon never lets you get a word in when you’re in group settings, even purposefully talking over you when you’re clearly attempting to speak. majority of the time he’s condescending about your job as a profiler for the bau, saying that him and his team bring down drug rings, but you guys ‘just read their horoscope or whatever and decide the killer.’

it made spencer’s blood boil hotter than the sun. he couldn’t figure out why you put up with it, and why you continue to.

the final straw that broke the camel's back about his disapproval on your relationship choices, is what he overheard on the jet one time on the way back from a case.

the girls were talking in the back of the jet, unaware of spencer’s very awake mind despite his visibly sleeping body.

“i don’t know guys,” you had started with a sigh, “you think it’s weird right?”

“that your own boyfriend won’t go down on you? yeah hon, that’s fucking weird.” emily strikes.

“what did he say exactly?” jj asked.

“he said it increases the risk of STIs on the mouth? and doesn’t like the feeling of thighs crushing his head? and that even with all the … grooming … it’s still unnatural ?”

emily gagged while jj continued, “um…but do you like…on him?”

“yes! he literally won’t touch me unless i do!” you rage whisper.

“i am about to give him an organized crime to deal with,” emily half jokes, “what an asshole, why are you still with him?”

“i don’t know, he’s still nice to me i guess, and maybe i’m just being dramatic. or maybe i’m just not someone people go down on, who knows.” you sigh.

spencer stops listening, he can’t hear you talk so poorly of yourself. not when it’s so far from the truth yet you’ve been indoctrinated to think it’s accurate. how anyone could take advantage of you like that is beyond him, but it did light a fire inside of him and made him determined to help you realize you deserve so much better. if that happens to be him, then who is he to fight that?

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spencer doesn’t get his chance to prove it to you for another two weeks, when you’d come over to his apartment for a movie night after getting in a fight with damon, your date night being canceled and leading you to spencer’s doorsteps, all dolled up with tears lining your eyes asking to come in.

he doesn’t even have time to be mad at your shithole boyfriend when he’s ushering you inside, offering you to sit on the couch while he goes and put a kettle on the stove for tea.

“i’m really sorry to just show up like this, spence.”

he doesn’t even blink before calling out from the kitchen, “don’t apologize, i’m always here for you. anytime and anywhere.”

you give him a soft smile before returning your gaze to the soft glow of doctor who.

he returns cradling two mugs in one hand and a pack of haribo gummies in the other. spencer doesn’t care for gummies, he’s more of a chocolate guy, but he knows it’s your favorite. so he makes sure to keep a couple bags in his apartment for you.

“my favorite!” you gush. his heart warms at your smile as he sits next to you on the couch. you naturally gravitate towards him to lean your head on his shoulder, and it’s automatic for spencer to wrap an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer.

the whirs and whooshes of the tardis fill the silence for the next hour as you visibly become calmer than when you first arrived. he decides this is a good time to ask, “do you want to talk about it?” as he turns his head to look at you.

“i don’t know,” you say quietly popping another gummy in, “i’m starting to believe it's just a me problem. like, maybe i’m just objectively not a great partner, and that’s why we keep getting in these fights. you know this time, he said i’m not worth all the effort and stress i bring him and that because of me he’s gonna bald at 29? i’m not a scientist like you or anything but even i know that, at least, can’t be my fault.” you end with a chuckle.

spencer knows he should probably comfort you in this time of honesty you’ve graced him with, squash your insecurities like a pesky bug on the windshield, and tell you how beautiful you are in as many words it’ll take for you to believe it (and he knows a lot of words).

but right now? he’s just fucking pissed.

not at you, never at you. at your situation, yes. at that sorry excuse of a partner let alone agent, immensely.

so he can’t help what escapes his mouth next, “why do you let yourself get treated like shit?”

you look up at him in surprise, at both the cursing and what he said, “what?”

“you’re constantly talking about how awful he treats you, and yet everyday you still go back to him knowing it’s going to repeat the next day. i just want to know why you don’t respect yourself enough to not let that happen to you.”

pulling away to sit far from him on the couch,  you start letting the annoyance show on your face, “spencer, that’s not fair at all. you think it’s my fault? do you really think i want to feel like this?”

“yes!” he shouts, “you seem like you do with how much you crawl back to him everytime, and everytime you let him back in.”

“okay, i think i should go,” you stand up and grab your things, “it was a mistake to come here, goodbye spencer.”

he grabs your wrist before you can get too far, “i just have to know, what is it?”

“what’s what spence, let me go.”

“what keeps you going back to him, it can’t be because you love him. it’s obviously not because you’re happy with him,” he lets out.

“you don’t know anything about me or my life, spencer!” you snatch away your arm and start heading towards the door.

“it’s definitely not because the sex is good, because i know it’s not.”

any emotion you had on your face wipes away like an etch a sketch, staring blankly at the door, hearing the man you’ve harbored a crush on since you started at the bureau years ago, telling you he knows your sex life is abysmal.

your voice comes out small, “h- how would you know that?” you don’t dare to turn around, knowing that if you did any resolve you held onto, any denial of emotions you’ve stripped from yourself would come pouring out like a broken dam.

the couch groans at a loss of weight, and the floorboards creak closer and closer to you.

“i heard you, on the jet.”

you’re especially glad he can’t see the blood draining from your face. if your heart already wasn’t at your feet, it’s most likely six feet under at this point. 

he heard you?

“when you were talking with the others about how he doesn’t reciprocate, and won’t sleep with you unless you get him off.” he continues.

the room is getting hotter by the millisecond, temperature about to be comparable to the sun’s core. it’s one thing to have just anyone hear the intimate details of your life, but spencer? the man to which you’d been using damon to get over?

the only sound that can be heard is your increasingly heavy breathing, and spencer feels like he’s caught a fish on his line and is ready to reel you in as he inches closer to you.

“you’re okay with that? not being taken care of in the way you deserve?”

his presence is merely nanometers behind you, the ghost of his fingers looking for landing on your hips. when you don’t move away, and he hears your breath hitch at the contact, he sets his hands more earnestly on your curves as he leans down to the nape of your neck.

“just don’t know,” kiss, “how anyone,” kiss, “wouldn’t want,” kiss, “to give you everything.” kiss.

your head lolls back onto his firm chest as he whispers in your ear, “cat got your tongue, sweetheart? you were so mouthy not even five minutes ago. be honest with me, has he even ever made you come?”

the whimpers escape you without warning and you find a single decibel of voice to speak, “spencer…” hoping the whine would dissuade him to let it go.

“uh uh, i asked you a question,” his arm tightens around the front of your waist to press back and fully feel him, “answer me.”

your lexicon has depleted except for the one word you know he’s desperately waiting for you to say, and the one he knows is the answer. yet you know the second it leaves your mouth, everything changes. and maybe you’re okay with that.

“no.”

spencer hums lowly, “has anyone made you come?”

“no.” you say again, softer this time.

“should we change that?”

this was not what you expected when you came to see him after your failed night out. the amount of processing you’d done in the last year to essentially not be thinking about spencer 24/7 was extensive. and you were ready to render it all useless in a matter of seconds.

so you let the strap of your bag fall down your arm and hit the ground with a thud, and finally turned around to look the good doctor in his eyes. while his voice held traces of anger and frustration, you came to see his eyes were full of reassurance and comfort, the spence you always knew to prioritize your wellbeing more than anything.

he looked down at you and slid his hand to up to cup your jaw, and he hears the smallest murmur, so delicate yet so full of want leave your lips.

“yes.”

that was all spencer needed to catch your lips in a heated kiss, moving your body to the closest wall as he places a hand behind your head to protect you from the wall’s impact while the other pins your waist to the wall.

you move your arms to wrap around his neck and keep him pinned to you with no escape, like he’d ever want to. his lips detach from yours and make a descent towards your neck again, taking deliberate effort to locate the sensitive spots.

he finds one just behind your ear and spends time sucking and bruising up the spot, relishing in the soft whimpers leaving your mouth. while you’re lost in the sensation on your neck, you don’t notice spencer move one of his hands closer to the button of your pants, effortlessly (and impressively) opening it up.

detaching from your neck with a heavy pant, he moves back to lean against your forehead with his own and look you in the eyes to ask, “is this okay? we can stop if you want, i didn’t mean to be so forw-“

“please don’t stop.”

he searches your eyes for any conflict and finds none, considering it the okay to continue his downward descent. he returns his lips to the second home they’ve made on your lips and starts to push your pants down over the curve of your ass, leaving your panties on.

the flash of purple lace underwear glares at him when he glances down, and suddenly he remembers what got him in this position in the first place.

“were you wearing this for him?” he lets out condescendingly, “you really think he deserved to see you like this?”

spencer’s fingers brush against your front, leaving your heavy breaths hitting him in the face. you can’t think of anything to say. hell, you’re not even sure if you know any words right now. all you can offer is a pathetic moan, and spencer doesn’t think that’s enough.

“come on, don’t get all shy now. what were you expecting him to even do, hm? thought you said he didn’t care about making you feel good.” he taunts as his middle finger traces the outlines of your cunt through your panties.

you shudder at the contact, leaning your head back against the wall as he refuses to break eye contact. he’s waiting for you to say something, raising his eyebrows expectantly as he’s slowed down his movements on you. taking a shallow breath you open your mouth, “h-, he didn’t care, just thought if i ke-, kept looking nice he’d wanna, fuck, do something.” you moan out.

“and did he?” he moved his hand back up to slowly slip into your panties.

his finger dips all the way down to your entrance to gather your wetness and spread it all the way back up to your clit, your mouth dropping open as you let out a whiny, “no.”

“what a shame.” he dips a finger into your hole and you let out a pornographic moan.

he drags his finger in and out slowly making sure to watch your face as it contorts in pleasure. once he feels you’ve gotten used to it he slips in a second finger, increasing the pace and moving his thumb to circle your clit again.

“oh fuck,” you cry.

“baby, you’re so tight.” he whispers. the way you clenched around his two digits made feel almost pussy drunk, and he wasn’t even inside you yet. he starts to wonder if damon was doing anything really to prioritize your pleasure, and it only just worked him up more. he felt more determined to bring you to finish, so he picks up the pace and increases the pressure on your clit.

you drop your head to his shoulder no longer being able to hold yourself up anymore, the sensation of his fingers on you taking over, loose whimpers and moans falling out of your mouth every other second.

“spencer…shit, i’m gonna come…”

“let go for me, baby.” he whispers in your ear.

the pleasure barrels through you like a wrecking ball, knocking the wind out of your mind and body. your legs turn into jelly and you almost fall before spencer holds you up. you try to regulate your breathing into his shoulder, hoping to calm down before you look up and meet his eyes again.

he makes that choice for you when he gingerly lifts your head up, his eyes silently asking if you’re okay. you don’t even bother responding before softly pressing your lips to his again, hoping he can feel your response to his silent question.

the kiss picks up in urgency, and soon his hands are back to exploring your body again. they slide down to the backs of your thighs while he murmurs a small, “jump.” and lifts you to wrap your legs around his waist. without breaking the kiss he walks you both to his bedroom and places you on his bed with care.

his fists flank you on both sides as he leans down to kiss you, and he moves further down kissing along your neck and chest. you reach down to the bottom of your top to pull it over your head, leaving you in the purple lacy bra that matches your panties.

he detaches from you and stands at full height, gazing at the sight of you spread out on his bed with your hair framing you like a halo. he can’t even help himself when he says, “you look so beautiful, angel.” the blush rises to your cheeks, and you beckon him to come back down to which he happily obliges.

spencer moves down further towards your hips, and his lips ghost over the lace band spreading along your waist. his fingers play with the fabric and he moves his face to be directly in line with your clothed cunt. your breathing gets heavy, and you anticipate what he’s about to do.

“wait, you don’t, you don’t have to do that, spence. i already came.” starting to feel a bit guilty at the man above you potentially feeling obligated to do this, as you realize that if he heard you on the jet, he heard about the one thing damon refused to do for you.

“sweetheart, i’d love to keep making you feel good as long as you let me, okay? you gonna let me make you feel good?” he breaths, pressing chaste kisses to your inner thighs.

you give a slight nod and he gently pulls your panties off your legs, marveling at the light glistening off your cunt. he kisses up the plush of your thighs before pausing right where you need him the most. you look down at him and meet his unwavering eyes full of love.

he places a long kiss to your core before licking a long stripe. you moan out languishly, the euphoric feeling taking over every sense in your body. you’re unable to comprehend how you went so long without feeling this, it almost feels criminal. and the way spencer was eating you out, felt like this was doing it for him too even though you were the one getting pleasured. 

it turned you on even more to know he was getting off on how much you were enjoying this. your head was spinning off into another realm, and the only thing tethering you to this reality was the grip of your hands in his hair. his tongue made circles and shapes all over your cunt before dipping down to thrust into your hole.

your thighs shake and threaten to clamp shut on his head, and he uses his wide hands to wrap around your thighs to hold them in place. “oh my god fuck, that feels so good…spence…please..” you’re not even sure what you’re begging for, but of course, spencer does when he adds a finger into your hole and moves his tongue to focus back on your clit. the combined sensations were enough to tip you over the edge for the second time tonight, your release glistening on his chin as he moved back up to kiss your lips again.

your heavy panting tries to bring you back down from your high, a mix of sweat and the taste of you lingering everywhere. 

spencer smooths your hair back as he moves his body to lie next to you, “i think, damon’s a fucking loser, if he doesn’t think that’s worth doing.” he says between pants.

you hum in agreement, or just in acknowledgement at whatever he said since you’re still reeling from the endorphin release. hiking your leg over his body to straddle him, you clumsily reach for his belt and attempt to undo the clasps to reach his growing member. you pull his pants down and palm him through his boxers, reveling in the broken moans falling from his mouth. you start inching downwards when spencer grabs you by the forearms and flips you over so you’re back on the bed staring up at him.

“not tonight, sweetheart. it’s about you right now, wanna make sure you know what you deserve.”

“but…” you pathetically respond.

“i don’t know what that neanderthal tells you, but sex is not transactional. i think if i ever see that guy again, i’d punch him for making you think otherwise.”

the words go straight to your core, turning you on even more. spencer takes note of how your pupils widen and your chin tilts up towards him.

“besides,” he presses his crotch to yours, “the sex wasn’t even that good with him, right?”

you moan out again, unable to find words to satisfy his question. he leans back up and off the bed to fully remove his boxers and you finally get a good look at what was underneath.

holy fuck, he was huge. you propped yourself on your forearms to get a better look at him, and watched as he lazily stroked himself while he sauntered back over to you. the image was so lewd, you hoped you could borrow some of his eidetic memory so you could hold on to this moment forever.

his face held a smug smirk at your awestruck one, and he felt his ego inflate even higher, “by the looks of your reaction, i’m guessing he’s never been much of a, challenge, for you in bed has he?”

you dumbly shake your head no, “definitely not as big as you.” you whisper, more to yourself than him.

his smirk grows wider, “don’t worry, baby, i’ll take real good care of you.” he says as he climbs over you to line himself up to your entrance.

you feel him slowly start to push in, the sensation of being split open growing bigger by the second. your brows furrow and your eyes are shut tight as you wait for the pressure to turn into pleasure.

if spencer thought you around his fingers had him pussydrunk, what he’s feeling now has to be close to pussy poisoning or something because he cannot think of anything in existence that feels as good as the walls of your cunt clenching around his cock. it’s taking everything in him to not break, to just fuck you senseless and reach his peak.

once his hips are flush with yours and he’s fully settled within you, he waits for you to give him the okay to move.

you, on the other hand, have never felt more full ever. damon was not nearly this big, nor has any other guy you’ve been with. it’s a bit of a miracle on how it fit inside you, and how it felt better than anything you could’ve imagined. the pressure and slight pain subsides, and with a slight nod spencer takes the cue to start moving.

the first thrust has you both moaning out in harmony together, and he sets the pace nice and slow so as to make sure you’re comfortable.

but it's not enough for you, you need him to fuck you.

“spence…harder.”

he stills at your word, leaning up so he’s perpendicular to you.

“whatever you say, princess.”

and he starts pounding into you, hips rutting at a pace you can’t even keep up with. the whimpers and moans gush out as the familiar coil begins to build within you. he taps your leg to lift it up over his shoulder to allow him deeper access, and he’s able to reach that one spot you’d heard about from all your friends, on reddit, in movies. you had no idea this type of feeling even existed, and spencer was hitting it with precision every single thrust over and over.

“fuck,” you whine.

“that feel good, baby?” he teases, “the way you’re squeezing my cock so tight, i doubt that fucker ever made you feel like this, huh?”

your tits bounce with every thrust, and the deepened angle has you reaching your climax fast. spencer feels it too and drops his head to whisper in your ear.

“i bet he’s never fucked you like this,” he continues his taunt, “he’d never be able to fuck you like i can, make you come three times in one night like i can.”

you whimper, “spencer,”

“say it, sweetheart. say no one’s ever fucked you like me.”

he was trying to kill you, death during intercourse would be a crazy way to go out but it’s a fate you’d be willing to accept. nonetheless, you comply.

“never ever, fuck, been fucked like you, baby.”

spencer has never felt more satisfied, “good girl, now come.” and with a final thrust he lets you reach your peak as he releases himself into you.

in the midst of groans he gingerly pulls out of you and you whimper at the loss.

the next few minutes are just filled with the sounds of yours and his heavy breathing, before spencer leans over to you, “was that too much?”

still in your daze you let out a soft giggle, “spencer, i think you’ve ruined all men for me.”

he smiles back, “i meant what i said, damon’s really stupid if he’s not willing to do all that for you.”

you intertwine your hand with his, “you know, i never really liked him anyway. i was just using him to get over you.”

“me?” he says incredulously.

you nod, “i didn’t know if you would’ve felt the same so i just tried to move on to someone else, stupid i know, but i don’t know it made sense then.”

he pulls you closer to rest in the crevice of his chest, “i have been into you since the day you walked into the bullpen, and letting you slip through my fingers is a mistake i will never make again.”

you hug him tightly before groaning out loud, “shit, i have to tell damon it’s over now don’t i.”

“i mean, i could tell him if you want.”

“spence, no. i think you might kill him.” you laugh, “i can do it, i just don’t want him to get all ‘organized crime’ on me.”

“just tell him i have a gun.”

“so does he?”

“mine’s bigger.” he smirks.

you roll your eyes, “well, yes.”

[nezushi]

cant get drunk anymore because it lowers my walls and i actually feel things which leads me to having a breakdown in front of people 😐

[lillithsalvatore]

million dollar man

pairing: royal!jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader

summary: the price of loving a million dollar man, a prince

warning: modern royal au!, mention of cheating, angst, minor dni, cursing, asshole jace (?), cried. like and reblog are appreciated!! my 1st imagine, please be nice!!

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"Did you fuck her, Jace? Answer me!" you demanded your soon-to-be-husband, your voice trembling with anger as you stared at Jace, eyes burning with rage. In your hand was a newspaper from a well-known publication, which you held up in front of him. A news about him with his 'childhood bestfriend'

When Jace finally confessed, nearly shouting, "Once, just once, and I fucking regreted it" your heart tightened. His admission felt like a powerful blow to the trust and pride you had invested in him. Your anger intensified, but beneath it all, a deep sadness began to take hold of your mind.

"Once?" You gave a bitter smile. "Even once is fucking enough to destroy everything we had, Jace."

Jace looked at you with regretful eyes, but that only made you feel more exhausted. "Do you know? I trusted you more than I trusted myself. And you betrayed that trust for a moment of weakness."

"Y/n…" Jace began, trying to approach you, but you raised your hand to stop him.

"Don't!" you choked out, but your voice remained firm. "Don't make this worse Jace”

You took a deep breath, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. "I loved you sincerely, but love cannot continue when trust has been shattered."

Finally, you turned away, heading toward the door,

"I hope you never make anyone else feel the way I did."

Jace stood there, frozen, feeling the pain in every word you spoke. He realized that you were not just angry about the betrayal, but also about feeling disregarded, pushed aside in a relationship where you had poured all your heart and soul.

"Y/n, I'm sorry, —" Jace said, his voice trembling, but you couldn't bear to hear any more. Apologies at this point only deepened the pain.

"Don't apologize, Jace," you replied, your voice breaking with sobs. "Sorry doesn't change anything. You chose her over me, It's always been her, Jace."

You could feel Jace's hand still holding yours, but now, that warmth no longer provided the comfort it once did. Instead, it only reminded you of the times he wasn't there for you, when he chose to protect someone else over you.

“Please don’t do this, please let me fix it” He begged

"I tried so hard, Jace. I gave you everything I had, but you chose her, even if you didn't realize it," you said, your voice now filled with nothing but exhaustion and despair.

Jace didn't know what to do, what to say to fix his mistake. He could feel everything between you falling apart, piece by piece, with no way to put it back together.

"Y/n, I—" Jace started, but you interrupted him, pulling your hand out of his grasp.

"I can't stay here anymore, Jace. I can't keep going like this. I guess that's the price of loving a million dollar man."

"And I giving this ring back to you, I hope you'll find someone who deserve it" You turned away, moving towards the door, trying to leave this suffocating space before your heart completely shattered.

Before opening the door, you looked back at Jace one last time, hoping he would understand what you couldn't put into words: that you had loved him deeply, but you couldn't stay with someone who no longer belonged to you.

And then, you walked out of the apartment. As the door closed behind you, you felt a profound sadness but also a sense of relief, as if a great burden had been lifted. The tears had dried up, leaving a void in your heart, but it was a necessary emptiness, allowing you to move forward, to find yourself again and rebuild your life from the ruins.

And though the pain was immense, you knew you had done the right thing. You chose yourself

Jace might realize his mistake, but it was too late. The love and trust you had given him were no longer intact. Now, you had to seek happiness for yourself, a happiness unbound by emotional scars.

And so, you moved on, looking toward the future, knowing you deserved a true love, a love that would never betray you.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Could you do an imagine with Steve rogers and yn where he takes her virginity smooth talk to her into it and she comes to shield quarters to drop off some stuff he left over and she over hears him talking to tony,Buck & the avengers a both the bet they made that Steve couldn’t f*ck yn and she gets heartbroken and uses her superpowers to fight against Steve when she barges in. Like throw him into a wall. I hope you get my concept (btw yn has powers also & she’s new to the shield inc as an avenger)

Betrayed

PAIRING | Steve Rogers x Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.7K

SUMMARY | You're the latest addition to the Avengers, and Steve takes on a bet behind your back that he wouldn't be able to take your virginity. When you find out about the bet a few weeks later, you lose it and your superpowers rise to their full potential.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Steve being an asshole, swearing, smut [ loss of virginity, fingering, protected sex, massage turned to sex, light spanking ]

A/N | Hi nonnie, thank you so much for my very first request, I hope this is what you were looking for when you thought of the prompt! After all the love and many people requesting a part 2, I finally caved and you can find that right here! 🖤

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated ����

Main Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist

It has been a dream of yours ever since being recruited by SHIELD as an agent, to climb the ranks to becoming part of the Avengers. That dream finally became a reality and you were ecstatic when you found out you were accepted into the Avengers program. Right from the start all of the Avengers welcomed you with open arms, and you felt at home immediately, maybe a bit too much if you look back at it. During one of Tony's afterparties, you accidentally let it slip that you're still a virgin and that you wish you weren't anymore. There are some strange looks shared between some of the guys at your confession, but you decided to let it go at that time. Right now, however, you wish you hadn't.

After you went to bed that night, some of the guys got into a heated discussion about the fact that you're a virgin, and they all wanted to help you out. You know you're quite attractive - nothing over the top, but you take good care of yourself and it shows - so the fact that they all wanted to sleep with you wasn't much of a surprise. The fact that it was Steve who offered to do it first, did surprise every single one of the guys. ''No way you're taking her virginity, Cap. You have the sex appeal of a piece of grass,'' Clint remarked, which earned him a glare that wasn't all that nice. ''I think we should make a bet,'' Steve said, a mischievous look in his eyes.

''I want to make a bet if I can do it or not. If I win, I won't have to go on missions for a month. If you guys win, I will take one mission of your hands of your choice, each,'' Steve offered and they immediately agreed to these terms. And that is how Steve tried to talk you into his bed, which took more effort than he had anticipated, you weren't as easy as you made yourself sound that night. It took him a little over 5 months, but eventually, his hard work and patience paid off, for him at least.

~ 5 months later ~

You just went on a gruesome mission with all of the Avengers, and it was already late so instead of flying home now, all of you went to a hotel and spend the night. You had been incredibly frustrated for a while, and this mission was too much at this point. The mission ended up being successful, but Steve was being an asshole towards you the entire time, all to get under your skin for his gain, with the bet still in his mind. All the other Avengers quickly teamed up with the rooms, so your only option was to share a room with Steve, and you weren't happy with that. In the slightest.

''Guys, can any one of you please switch with me? I can't look at his face right now and I want to smack that smug grin of his fucking face,'' you say through gritted teeth, but they aren't helping one bit. ''Sorry doll, we always have the same sleeping arrangements and Steve usually sleeps alone, so you don't have a choice,'' Bucky said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ''You guys are unbelievable,'' you said and you opened the door to your shared bedroom, rushing in to get away from all of them.

''Don't mind them,'' Steve said when he followed you and you let yourself fall on your back on the bed. ''Maybe it's a good thing you and I are sharing a bedroom tonight, I had a plan to get both of our frustrations out of our systems,'' Steve said with an innocent look in his eyes. ''You do...?'' you ask him, unsure where he's going with this. ''Yeah, I find that a massage works well, get someone to rub all my frustrations away. I brought some massage oil that I could use on you if you want,'' he offered, and you were thinking about it. ''I'm gonna take a shower first though, I don't want to be disgusting when you massage me,'' you said.

When you were in the shower, Steve texted the guys' group chat that his plan would work, you agreed to a massage and he would most definitely be able to turn it around so he could fuck your brains out later that night. When you came back from your shower, you put your hair in a claw clip so it would be out of the way, and you noticed Steve already prepared his bed to be used as the massage 'table'. ''Please, lay down without the towel so I can reach your entire back with ease,'' he said with a small grin on his face, but you did it. You needed a way to get this frustration out of your body, and it was worth a shot. ''Lay down for me, baby,'' he said and you didn't even think twice about the nickname he gave you.

You did as he said and made yourself comfortable. ''No towel baby, that was it's easier for me to reach everywhere,'' Steve said and because you're lying on your stomach, you can't see the smug look he has on his face. He took the towel away and softly gasped at the sight of you, you were even more beautiful than he thought you'd be and he was very happy he got to do this. He put a little bit of the massage oil on your back and his hands before he started, rubbing it all over your shoulders and back first, just grazing your cheeks when he's rubbing it over your lower back, teasing you ever so slightly. After it's nice and spread out he starts putting some pressure and you let out a soft moan at the feeling.

''Mmh Steve, feels good,'' you softly moan and he smiles at the way you praise him, happy he can make you feel that good. ''Are you feeling better yet, baby?'' he asked and you nodded, letting out a content sigh. The fact that you're completely naked is long forgotten, you were very comfortable around Steve now with his hands running over your body like that. ''Got some more pressure points in my lower back you could massage,'' you tell him, it's always been a point that's bothering you and now that he was massaging you, it was the perfect timing to get help. ''Like this?'' he said as he put a bit more pressure on your lower back with his palms, moving from your spine outwards and down to your hips. This makes you groan, and in all honesty, a little turned on too.

When he's taken good care of your shoulders and back, he moves on to your calves and thighs. ''Time for these beautiful legs,'' he says as he silently takes off his shirt and pants, they were getting more and more uncomfortable now that he was getting pretty hard from just massaging you. He was standing in his boxer briefs and you didn't notice, completely taken over by pure bliss. He dripped a little oil on both your legs, stopping right beneath your cheeks and he put it to the side, ready for later. He started massaging at your ankles and slowly work his way up to your thighs, giving special attention to the tops, near your ass. His fingers slowly move up and when he's kneading and rubbing your ass, you let out a gasp which turns into a moan.

''S-Steve...'' you say but he quickly cuts you off, ''Shh, it's okay baby, this is normal,'' he says and he starts kneading more roughly, even going as far as landing a slap on both your cheeks at the same time, watching them ripple under his hands. ''Fuck, doing so good for me, baby,'' Steve praised you and you couldn't help but enjoy it, even though you knew in the back of your head it was still wrong. It was at that moment Steve couldn't take it any longer, and his hand wandered down between your thighs, cupping your dripping pussy. ''Hm, you're already dripping wet baby, 'm gonna take good care of you,'' he says as he slowly slides his fingers through your folds, giving special attention to your clit with his middle finger. You moan loudly at the feeling, your ass automatically lifting in the air at the feeling.

''Such a good girl for me right now, letting me take good care of you,'' he praised you and you started clenching around nothing. ''Steve, please,'' you whimpered, you wanted to feel his fingers inside you by now. ''What is it, baby? What do you need from me? Just say it and I'll do it,'' he says, whispering the words in your ear as he pushes your thighs further apart for better access. ''Need you, need your fingers inside me,'' you said shyly and he happily complied, immediately shoving 2 fingers deep inside your dripping entrance without warning. This makes you gasp loudly and grind your hips against his hand. ''How does it feel baby?'' Steve asks with a huge grin on his face while picking up his pace and curling his fingers so he can continue to stimulate your sweet spot.

''G-good, gonna cum,'' you moan as you keep grinding against his fingers. He uses his other hand to play some more with your clit and before you know it, you feel your orgasm wash over you while you moan out his name loudly. ''Yes, let everyone know who's making you feel this good baby,'' he said, knowing full well all the guys could hear what you were doing through the tins walls of the hotel. ''Fuck, feels so good,'' you say as you come down from your high. Steve pulls his fingers softly out of you before turning you over on your back, so he could massage the front of your body. He started with your legs, giving them the same treatment as when he massaged the back of your legs, but avoiding your sensitive pussy this time.

Next up is your stomach, which he drips some oil onto before massaging it deeply, so you let out soft whimpers, especially when his hands' ghost over the underside of your breasts, which were beautifully exposed for his viewing pleasure, your nipples still hard after your first orgasm. ''Those breasts look delicious baby,'' Steve cooed and it made you giggle a little bit before he softly grabbed them and massaged them, giving extra attention to your sensitive nipples. He noticed every single whine, whimper, and moan coming out of you when he played with them, either by rubbing, tugging, or softly flicking them, and he was reveling in the sounds that left your lips.

He finished with your upper chest and neck before leaning down and softly kissing you, which you have been longing for this entire time. He wasn't your first kiss, but he was by far the best you ever had, and you didn't hesitate when he slipped his soft, warm tongue in your mouth to explore every single inch of it. He sat down on the bed and removed his underwear, exposing his painfully hard cock, which was laying on your thigh as he took his place between your legs. ''Steve, condom please,'' you said. You were on birth control and this was your first time, but you weren't sure where he had been and didn't want to risk either getting pregnant or an STD, but Steve didn't mind, he always used one anyways.

He grabbed one from the nightstand - thank god he came prepared - and ripped open the foil before rolling it onto his hard length. ''Are you ready baby?'' he asked and you said yes, giving him a soft smile too. ''Need you inside me,'' you said and without a second to think about it, Steve was pushing himself into your entrance, the burning sensation quickly subsiding and making way for pleasure. He is very big and a lot to get used to, but in no time he was buried inside you completely, letting you get used to the sensation as he bent over, stealing soft kisses from your lips. ''Steve, please move,'' you beg softly and he does, going slow at first but slowly picking up the pace, making you moan louder every single time.

Sure, he may be doing this for a bet, but he was still mindful of the fact that this is your very first time, and he did want to give you the pleasure you deserve, and not go too rough at first. ''Steve, harder'' you beg, and with that, he quickly picks up the pace as you wrap your legs around his waist, so he can hit the deepest spots inside you. ''F-fuck, Steve, gonna cum-'' you practically yelled when your orgasm washed over you again, making your vision go temporarily black with the intensity of it, Steve followed quickly after with the chant of your name, and he buries his face in your neck as he spills his cum inside of the condom. ''Fuck, feels so good around me baby, such a good girl for me,'' he says before pulling out. The rest of the night is spent lazily making out and cuddling, before falling asleep in each other's arms.

~ 3 weeks after the mission ~

You and Steve talked about what happened that night and both agreed nothing more would come of it, it was just a one-time thing to get both your frustrations out and you would remain friends. He talked to the guys about it and they all heard, clapping him on his back and saying he won the bet fair and square, so they would pick up his missions for the next month. ''How was it?'' Tony asked and he told them all about the massage and how it felt to be buried balls deep inside you. They were still talking about the bet when you happened to walk into the room since you accidentally left some files in the living room you needed to prepare.

''Good job Steve, you won the bet fair and square, I didn't think you would fuck her but you earned it'' Bucky said as he got up, and immediately you realize they're talking about you. ''What bet are you guys talking about?'' you ask, and all the guys' heads snap in your direction. ''Y/N, hey...'' Steve said, his face becoming bright red. ''Did you guys seriously bet on if he was able to fuck me? You guys are fucking unbelievable,'' you snarled at each of them, but you're the most mad at Steve. ''You're such a dick, Steve, you know that?'' you yelled at him and you felt your powers come out, usually you tried to keep them hidden since they could cause quite a lot of destruction. ''Using me for a fucking bet?!'' is the last thing you said before you lifted Steve off his chair with your mind, using your telekinesis.

You slam him into the wall on the other side of the living room with your full force, making him go through it like the wall was made of a thin sheet of paper. ''Don't ever fuck with me like that again, or he won't be the only one on the receiving end of my powers,'' you say to the rest of the guys, and they quickly scramble away. To make Steve hurt even more, you walked over to him and made him squirm by giving him a head-splitting headache with your mind, as he grabbed his head to stop it. ''Y/N PLEASE STOP!'' he begged you, but you didn't. You want him to hurt just as much as you were. ''Oh no Rogers, you don't get to beg now, you earned everything I'm going to do with you,” Your power got out of hand and when Wanda walked into the living room, she managed to snap you out of it at the right time, if she didn't you would've killed him.

And just like that, your dream of becoming an Avenger is completely shattered.

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four dates to fall in love

part one. part two. part three. part four (here). part five. part six coming soon.

pairing : hyunjin x gn!reader

summary : after a two year long unspoken hatred, hyunjin and you are forced to be costars in a romantic series, but when it comes to filming any of the romance scenes, you both utterly fail and are unable to get through your lines. the director threatens to take your roles away if you two aren't able to get past this within the next week, which spawns the genius idea from both your managers: can you learn to (fake) fall in love in seven dates and save your careers?

wc : 2.7k

cw : actor!au, enemies to lovers ?!, slowburn , not proofread, blood/knife ments (no injury, theyre just cooking lol), emotional vulnerability

a/n : welcome to part four. the slow burn is absolutely slowburning. things are happening. i dont have much to say other than it being hard for me to write, but pls let me know what you think!!!!!! likes and reblogs appreciated!

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“It went well?” Chan exclaimed in shock over your speakerphone.

You hum in agreement, confusion in the forefront of your mind, “Surprisingly, it went better than I could have ever imagined,” a sigh escapes you, “I don’t know, it’s weird.”

“Well, the fact he even apologized caught me off guard in the first place.”

You laugh lightly, “Oh, trust me, I still am having a hard time believing it. It’s been so long of him being an asshole to me, so seeing him like this was… very different. A little scary, if I’m being honest.”

“Yet it still went well even though it was kinda weird?”

“I mean, it was really awkward at the start which was annoying, but I can’t blame him. He genuinely did look like he felt bad, so it probably was hard to be in his position,” you think aloud, “But it was getting too much and he was putting a damper on the mood, so I tried to make him more comfortable, which worked. Then we started talking, and I don’t really know how to say it, but it felt… really nice? It made me realize that maybe I did miss our friendship.”

“Well, you guys did get along really well before everything happened. To be honest, I thought there was something more going on before then,” Chan recalls, “Though, his sudden change made me realize I was way off.”

Your eyebrows furrow at Chan’s comment, “Something more? Like romantic?”

He chuckles from the other end of the line, “Yeah, I thought something was going on between you two. You guys just seemed to click really well, better than any other costar you’ve had in the past, even to this day. Lowkey thought it was going to be a Tom Holland and Zendaya moment.”

“Jesus,” you mutter, “Definitely not that, I never thought of him that way.”

“You say that, but I remember the heart eyes you used to look at him with,” he teases.

“Oh, shut up. I did not. Besides, that’s not what’s important in the present time!”

He rolls his eyes, even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel it in his tone, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. You’re right though, it is a difficult situation for both of you to be in. Other than it being uncomfortable, how are you feeling about it?”

You let out a heavy sigh, “I mean, part of me is happy to be able to have a normal relationship with him, but… I’m still really mad at him for how he treated me. I don’t think it’s something I can let go of yet.”

“That’s okay. You have time to process all of that, no one is rushing you.”

“I know, but for a moment yesterday, I kinda forgot about all that. I had fun with him, and I want to keep having fun, but then I remember everything and feel so… upset that I am even letting him back into my life, even if it's for a bit.”

“Huh…” Chan muddles over your words for a moment, “That is quite the dilemma. I think you have every right to be upset at him, but I also think it’s okay if you miss your friend. I just think you have to figure out what kind of boundaries you want to set for yourself then. I think you can still have a nice time with him without him earning your forgiveness just yet. He can be a surface level friend or acquaintance until he proves himself trustworthy again.”

“You’re right, but I just didn’t like how easily it slipped my mind. Part of me feels like I should still be more on guard and not as friendly, but he makes that hard too.”

“Y/N, it’ll be okay,” he reassures, “You’ll figure it out, but it’s perfectly fine for you to have fun, while still having boundaries, okay?”

You sigh, still a bit unconvinced by his words, “I guess…”

“I know it’s hard, I can’t imagine what it's like to be in your position, but I promise it will be okay.”

“I’ll believe you just this once!”

“You say that every time, but sure, just this once. Call you tomorrow, alright?”

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It was the next evening, and you were anxiously waiting in your apartment for Hyunjin to arrive. You weren’t sure how today was going to go, and the idea Changbin had for you both today made you nervous, as it felt as a far more intimate setting than the previous dates. Although, you couldn’t entirely argue with his logic. Today, he suggested that you both cooked a simple dinner with each other, the idea being that it would help you both learn how to work together towards a common goal, which was dinner in this case.

Despite you being able to understand the logic behind his idea, it was incredibly intimidating to think about having Hyunjin in your own home, especially considering the sudden change in dynamic in your relationship. Even then, you didn’t just let anyone into your home, as you only ever had your closest friends come over for small hang outs, so this was far outside of your comfort zone, but perhaps that was a good thing. Maybe going out of your comfort zone with Hyunjin would only help you both succeed the next time you found yourselves on set, and perhaps something as intimate as cooking together would help you both ease into your roles.

A knock on the door wakes you from your thoughts, prompting you to shuffle hurriedly towards the door to open it for none other than Hyunjin. He greets you with a gentle smile, bowing his head slightly as you let him in wordlessly. There is an awkwardness that hangs in the atmosphere, indicating that you both were uncomfortable with today’s plans and he, too, was likely struggling to find the right words to say.

You take a deep breath in, almost as if you were catching your breath, “Welcome to my place!” You cringe internally at yourself, unable to handle the intensity of the awkwardness between you two and how poor your attempt was to disperse it.

“It’s really nice!” he compliments, standing in place by the entrance after removing his shoes.

“Thank you,” you respond, “Uhm, just follow me, the kitchen is this way. And all the ingredients are ready for us to use, Changbin had them delivered.”

Hyunjin follows you into the kitchen, his eyes taking in every detail around him, filling him with delight to see how characteristic of you the apartment was, it being a perfect representation of your personality. “What are we making again? I don’t think Changbin filled me in.”

“Oh, we’re just making curry udon! It’s something I’ve made before and it’s not too hard. My bad, I didn’t tell Changbin what we were making which is probably why he didn’t tell you. All I did was send him an ingredient list.”

“I forgot you like cooking,” he replies as he stops in your kitchen, quickly turning to the sink to wash his hands.

You hum in response, washing your hands after him, “I think it can be relaxing, but uh, if you want you can start with chopping the carrots and potatoes? I’ll handle the onion and garlic.” Hyunjin nods and follows your orders without much trouble, or so you think, until you turn around and see him holding the knife in a very precarious and questionable manner. Your eyes widen as you rush towards, “Oh my god, that is not how you should be trying to cut a potato. Have you not chopped a veggie in your entire life?”

He smiles sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders, “Listen, I don’t do this cooking thing often,” a gentle chuckle leaving him as he takes amusement in your concern, his heart thumping over the sudden proximity you both now shared.

“I-,” you sigh with a baffled expression, “Okay, let me just show you because I am not having you accidentally bleeding out all over my counter.” 

“You’re more worried about your counters than me?”

“Shut up,” you suppress a laugh before softly whispering, “Here, just do it like this,” you reach over and lay your hands atop of his without second thought, guiding him on how to position his hands without the risk of injury. Once you’ve become aware of how your bodies are pressed up against each other from the side, you jump away in an instant, “That’s it! That’s all you gotta do.” You’re quick to avoid eye contact with him, turning towards your own cutting board as you chastise yourself for being so careless with him at that moment.

Hyunjin’s face and ears were soon dusted with a soft pink, heat rushing across his body over the interaction that seemed so natural, but manages to mutter out a quiet ‘thank you’ before trying his knife skills out once more. Despite your momentary embarrassment, you are sure to take sneaky peaks at Hyunjin to make sure he was handling himself well. You move on from chopping and turn your attention to seasoning the chicken while Hyunjin was still focused on the vegetables, going at a leisurely place which you much preferred in this case. 

The rest of cooking goes on in silence aside from the occasional instruction or question, small witty jokes, and touches that seemed to linger more than necessary, but perhaps that was your imagination. Once everything was done, you both sat across from each other, admiring the fruits of your shared labor that was now plated in front of you both. 

“It looks really good!” Hyunjin comments enthusiastically, a wide, toothy grin spreading across his face. 

“It does, right? Let’s eat!”

Neither you miss a beat, taking a huge bite of the udon noodles, letting out a delighted groan over just how flavorful the food was. “Woah,” Hyunjin groans out, surprise at how well tonight had gone thus far with the added victory of food, “Holy shit, this is so yummy.”

“Mhmm,” you mumble out between slurping noodles, “This is better than when I make it on my own.”

“It’s the Hyunjin special that you’ve been missing this whole time,” he says matter-of-factly with a smug smile.

“You’re being pretty bold for a guy who just learned how to hold a knife today,” you tease, playfully sticking your tongue out. Your eyes catch each other for a moment between your fits of giggles, time stopping for the briefest second possible before you both avert your eyes out of nerves. What was that? You thought frantically to yourself, suddenly hyper aware of the strange warmth in your stomach that was also accompanied with the feeling of your stomach dropping. It was an uncomfortable feeling, one you didn’t know how to explain or ever experienced before, but you did know you didn’t want that combination of symptoms again for whatever emotion this was. You clear your throat, taking a sip of water as if it would wash away the discomfort, “I guess we are pretty good, huh? Maybe our acting project has hope if we are able to work this well together,” you joke, a very poor, if not disastrous, attempt to alleviate the awkwardness that seemed to follow you everywhere these days.

Your words stab Hyunjin in the heart, the guilt he had once forgotten was knocking at the door of his heart, forcing itself in without his permission. His entire demeanor deflated the moment those words left your lips, his heart writhing at the reminder that the only reason this situation existed was because of him and his blinding stupidity. Yet, here you are, warmly inviting into your home and treating him as if he was an old friend of the past, as if he had never wounded you and he couldn’t help but wonder if he was deserving of any of this. He stood still, gulping down his food before faintly whispering a hushed apology.

“I’m sorry.”

Your head snaps back up, your eyebrows furrowing with worry once you sense the sadness lacing his trembling voice, his head now turned downwards as if he was trying to mask his state. Perhaps the joke was a little too soon, you thought, now it being your turn to feel bad. “Ah, Hyunjin, I’m sorry-” you apologize hurriedly, “It was just a joke, please don’t take it too seriously. I’m sorry.”

He forces a smile, waving his hand as if to tell you to not worry about it, the words at the forefront of his tongue, but caught in his throat due to the heaviness sinking in his chest. Once again, shame paralyzed his body, the warm sensation behind his eyes reminding him to blink, reminding him he shouldn’t be so selfish in his pain when he was the cause of so much discomfort. Was any of this okay? Was any of this right? He wonders to himself, still unable to find forgiveness within himself. 

“Hyunjin,” you speak tenderly, your hand reaching across the table to touch his arm, grounding him back in the present, “I promise, it’s okay.” You knew that last bit was a lie, but it was for his own sake and comfort at this point. His treatment, his behavior, his attitude – none of it was ever okay, but you decided to ignore your own feelings and prioritize his. For the first time in two years, you cared about how he felt, you finally cared how your words harmed him, when before all you ever aimed for was a strike to his heart, but today, you chose to comfort his heart that your words unintentionally wounded. Although, your own heart and conscience briefly argued for a moment, one wanting to tend to his hurt, while the other demanded you let him rot in his misery, insisting he deserved it for what he had put you through. It was a tug-of-war you weren’t enjoying, you had almost wished you two remained in your heated hatred for one another and that nothing ever changed. Despite what your mind screamed at you, you chose to listen to your heart, you chose him over yourself.

He takes a deep breath in, trying to collect himself before speaking, “I just–,” a heavy exhale escapes him, “I’m just sorry. I just feel really, really, really bad for everything, but I also feel like I’m not allowed to feel bad when I was the one to hurt you.”

His eyes met yours, the glassiness of his eyes conveying the depth of his guilt, “Oh, Hyunjin,” you whisper apologetically, “Listen, I won’t lie to you, what you did was shitty. You did hurt me, but that is in the past. You feeling bad about it means you’re a good person, right? It means you’re human and that you care, but I don’t want you to let your guilt overwhelm you either.”

It was a genuine response in a moment of sudden vulnerability, your response taking him aback, but the words temporarily placating his never ending thoughts, “I guess, but… I don’t know if I can forgive myself,” he mumbles.

“You don’t have to yet, but you can learn to eventually,” you reply, “I understand it’s hard, and even I still need more time to do that myself, but I do think you deserve to be kind to yourself.” None of that was a lie, you did truly believe he was deserving of his own compassion, but his culpability helped you see the humanity in him. The spitefulness you once knew him for nowhere to be found, but instead there was only a guilt-ridden man who carried a world of humiliation. “I think I can learn to do so soon, too. Spending time with you helps. Besides, I did miss being friends with you if I’m being honest.”

The last sentence causes him to perk up, a small, satisfied smile playing onto your lips, “Really?” he asks, his ears barely believing your words, but his heart was swelling with hope. His eyes search yours, he can’t help but notice how they glimmer under the soft lowlights of your home, and for some reason, he finds warmth and comfort in them. He knows he can trust you, he knows you are being as candor as possible.

“Really, I mean it.”

“I missed it too.”

“Well, I’ll do my best to learn to trust you again. I’ll learn to forgive you eventually, just for now, it still hurts.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll learn too.”

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You've always been there | ft. Yunho

jeong yunho x reader genre : fluff, roomates to lovers words : 3,685. trigger warning : cursing, mention of narcism. plot : you've been to a lot of dates but each of them has been a complete disaster until your roomates had an idea. side note : it's actually my first try writing such things. It might not be perfect, please be gentle. thanks, love.

Why do you keep on going on those goddamn dates?  You think, on the way home. Assholes, pure narcissists, losers. They all are the same in the end. The same locations, the same boring conversations and they aren’t even offering to pay for the bill. What could you wait from people spending their day swiping on a shitty app? Were your expectations too high? or their standards too low? The ending scheme remains as always: you’re coming home, alone. This time you promise yourself; you’re deleting that puddle of nonsense from your phone. No more dates, ever.

You push the entrance door in a sigh of relief. Done with the dummies. Everything is quiet, as usual. We only hear the voices of the actors on TV. The usual drama Yunho loves to watch when you’re not home. As soon as he realized you were home, he turned out the TV, and his big brown eyes to you. “Spill the tea, Gorgeous.” He says his usual giant smile on the face.

You drop by his side on the couch in an umpteenth sigh. “I hate men so much.” And you mean it. They’re so disappointing, how could you not hate them? “All of them? Even me?” Of course not. Jeong Yun-ho was the best man you’ve ever known. A smile appears on your face before you cast an amused look at him. “Especially you!” You say, bumping your shoulder on his arm, making him laugh. “I’m just so mad they can’t even reach a little bit of respect to the people they have in front of them.” That dumb dude you met tonight, spent the entire time watching the match on TV. He barely even took a real look at you, or even was interested in what you were saying. You’ve never felt more alone or disrespected in your whole life. You take your time to explain everything to your best friend. Your voice is filled with anger and disappointment. Mostly, deep down your heart, you felt like there was no hope anymore.

It was so difficult to talk with someone that was interesting and interested. It was obvious that everything had gone wrong, and that you’ll never find somebody that will treat you the right way. “Their loss. They don’t know how amazing you are.” He says, trying to make you feel better, surrounding you with one arm. “That’s what you think.” You add, looking at his face. “I just wanted to have a cute date, something that was nice and simple. A moment that feels new and refreshing. But it was too much to ask.” You say, pouting your lips, leaning your head on his strong shoulder. “Can I do something to ease your mood?” nodding in a slight despair. “Please. I’d very much appreciate it.” 

You knew Yunho for a few years now. He first was your classmate and then, he became your roommate, in a much bigger apartment than your small student room. It was convenient for the both of you and living by his side was easy. He was nice, quiet, clean, funny, also very handsome, which, you can admit, was quite an advantage. But above all, he knew perfectly how to make you feel better. He leaves your side so fast you suddenly felt cold. Your sight follows his paths to the kitchen, curious about what he’ll do. “You should take a moment to take a shower, you’d feel much better after that.” He says, not even looking at you, but he surely felt your eyes on his back. “Look at you, fathering me.” You hear him laugh, while you were reaching the bathroom.

And he sure was right, the water was the perfect remedy to your bad mood, feeling the water running down your muscles made you feel very much at ease. You surround yourself with a delicious flowery perfume. You adore it. It was actually him that offered you that perfume a few years ago, for your birthday. Since then, it has become your favorite amongst all the others you already had. You feel even better after you sunk yourself in your favorite night gown. A delicious smell of sugar reaches your nose, as soon as you got out of the steamy room. God bless having such a good person in your life.  On the counter of the kitchen were waiting your favorite drink and those heated cookies you loved so much. Your heart suddenly burst in tender. How sweet of him. “And we can watch that show that you love, if it can helps.” He proposed, soon after he saw that you were back in the living room. “I just wanted a hug, Yunho.” You say, but oh how much you appreciated every little thing he made to make you feel the best. “Is it too much? We can just eat and…” “No. Of course, not. I’d love to watch that show with you.” You smile. Everything was just so on point, and you’ve never felt as understood ever before.

Both of your bodies now lay on the couch covered by a small throw that Yunho insisted on taking with you. The storm in your mind had cease to rage. It’s now pure joy and peace thank to that delicious chocolate and peanut butter cookies that you had devoured. The show that the TV was playing was your favorite. It portrayed the story of a strong woman crossing border to follow the love of her life. It makes you feel emotional every time, but oh how much you loved it. Your head is resting on Yunho’s lap as you’re focused on the screen, but you could feel his sight on your face. “What? Is there something on my face?” You did not even turn your eyes to him, you knew. “I’m waiting for the moment when you’ll shed a tear.” He replied in a pouty voice. You caught him red-handed. “Don’t you dare taking a picture and send it to the boys, or you’ll better sleep with one eye open.” Next time you’ll see Choi San, he’ll surely make a point about you crying on what he loves to call a boring show. And they’ll gently make fun of you. “You’re a wild one, y/n. I’m terrified.” He says, jokingly, putting a hand on your hair. You grant him with a dark sight, before focusing on the screen again. When the sad part comes, you can’t even hold back the tears. You sniff loudly, soaking Yunho’s thigh. It made him giggle, while rubbing your shoulder in comfort. His giggle doesn’t even feel judgmental. You knew you could cry freely; it just amused him to witness how emotional you could be.

The tv continued to run for a few more episodes, but you couldn’t see them all. You fell asleep without even realize it. “y/n ?” he whispered but you were so far already you didn’t even hear him. He spent a few minutes watching you sleep. You seemed so peaceful so comfortable on his legs. He wished he could stay here a little bit more so that he could admire you endlessly, but he knew how insane that would be. He picked you up in his big arms, to carry you to your room. It gently puts you on your bed and covers you with a light blanket so you could feel warm. “Goodnight, sweet.” He says lightly, before you answer in the mumble of your sleep “’night dear.”

You can’t even remember when and how you reach your bed, but you’re waking up in your sheets, alone, as usual. A sigh comes out your mouth as you’re leaving the sheets to grab your phone in the living room. Next to it, there’s a hand-written note. The usual curves of Yunho’s writing. It was simple, elegant, just as he was. He took some time to write it, instead of just a text. It warmed your heart. 

You left your phone in the kitchen yesterday, i didn't wanted to disturb your sleep by bringing it to your room. There's some fresh cutout fruits in the fridge if you’re hungry. I’m running errands, coming home asap. 

Also, I need you to be ready when I’m back, taking you out today. 

X, Yunho.  

You can’t even contain your smile. But you realized soon he must have been gone for a little while now, so he might be back home soon. Screw your breakfast, there’s no time to waste. You can’t help but be curious about what is on your friend's mind. 

You came out of your room fully ready at the very same moment when you heard the click of the keys on the door. Yunho comes in and your heart flutters immediately. “Hi, slept well ?” He asks, the biggest smile on his face. “ Perfectly. Who are these beautiful roses for ?” You couldn't hold back the question, pointing at the bouquet he was holding in his hand. “ For the neighbor, obviously!” He started, you could feel his smile in his voice. “ It's actually the first step of our day. White roses, as you like them.” He hands down the bouquet to you and your heart skips a beat. “ You didn't have to do all of this, Yunho. That's adorable.” You're surrounded with the perfect smell of the roses and a cloud of tenderness. “ You felt so bad yesterday, I thought it was a good idea to show you how you are supposed to be treated. To make you feel better.” He has always been all about acts of service, but this. It felt extra special. “ So I'm taking you on a day of dates.” You're suddenly completely speechless. “ Yunho…” You whispered, tears flooding your eyes. “ That's the best thing nobody has ever done to me.” Your heart was racing, “ You deserve it, Y/N” 

Fuck, how could he be that nice ? 

Right after the flowers were put in some water, you followed Yunho outside, still so curious about today's program. “Where are you taking me ?” You ask while buckling your seatbelt. “I'd rather keep it a secret. And you better not overthink everything. Let me guide you.” Not overthink? How could you even do that ? “ Don't look at me like that. You'll enjoy it, I promise.” But you wanted to know, and not even the usual GPS was indicating your destination. How frustrating. You hate not being in control and this was way out of your comfort zone. But you knew you could trust him with your guts. You’ve always been safe by his side. 

12:02 - 

“ I hope you’re hungry.”  Yunho’s holding the door for you. You know that place. A fancy restaurant you’ve spotted on social media, a few weeks ago. How did he knew? Your eyes are sparkling and your heart feels so warm. You are installed near a window that enables you to have a pretty view of the city. The lights, the music, everything made it perfect. Nobody had ever taken you somewhere that fancy before. “Are you okay ?” He asked, softly, a warm smile on his face. You can’t help but feel the warm coming in your cheeks. “Y-yeah ! That’s so… amazing.” you whisper, looking around you. “That is a lot.” You add, in a little smile. The flowers, now this. You’ve never felt so cared about before. “As long as you are happy, it’s nothing.” Hi Google, how to not melt in front of someone ? You order some food, your stomach is raging just by reading the menu.

Fortunately the food came by really fast, and it looked just like in your dreams. You and Yunho shared a pretty animated conversation about a lot of subjects, but the only thing you were focused on, was his smile, the way he looked so happy. The soft curve of his lips, the sun in his honey-like voice, the spark in his eyes. You feel something was shifting slowly. “ What’s on your mind ?” You hear, tearing you apart from your daydream. “Huh ? Oh, nothing. I was thinking about how good this is !” You smile, pointing at your plate. “Oh really ? Can I ?” “You’ll love it !” You hand him your fork so he could try your dish. “Oh damn, yours is so much better than mine !” He says, his eyes wide open. Without asking permission, you exchange dishes, so he can have the other half. You always used to do that, sharing was so obvious. “How did you know this place ?” You finally ask, curious. “I saw that you shared it on your page, I kept the name, so i could take you there one day…” He admits, lowering his gaze on his plate. Your heart skips a beat. Take me there... ? Oh Yunho... Your hand lightly reaches his to grab it. “That’s really so nice of you.” He has always been so thoughtful. Every little attention was heartwarming, like a summer sun. You trace circles on the back of his hand, making a smile appear on his face. “ I really like to see you smile. Seeing you happy really is important to me, you know.” You nod, so deeply touched by his words. 

This day was so overwhelming already. It sounded so much like real dates. Going back to reality will be so hard. 

4:17 pm 

Next location, the beach.

The sun was shining brightly. You’ve never seen such a bright day in so long. It looked like every setting was made to make your day even better. It really was everything you’ve ever asked for on a date. It was simple but so nice. It looks like you, like what you loved. You’re walking side by side, in the sun, admiring the waves crashing on the sand and the rocks. The sound of it was quite relaxing. In the sun, you could admire every angle of Yunho’s beautiful features. Something in his beauty catches you, you couldn’t stop to observe him. He was so singularly handsome. 

A funfair was taking place on the pier and you were walking straight to it. The little girl inside your head was screaming in joy. Funfair always had been something you enjoyed to do. It makes you feel like there’s only happiness in the world. The smells, the sounds of it, makes your heart so warm and recharged. You grab Yunho’s hand, intertwining your fingers. You needed no words, to tell him how happy you feel at the moment. “Can we go to the claw machine ?” You asked with excitement, making him laugh. He nods and leads you there. He let you take a look at every machine. “Have you seen that panda ? Isn’t he so cute ?!” Your voice rose slightly to the trebles while you were pointing at the stuffed panda in the very rear of the machine. “Okay, let’s try to catch it !” He lets you go first. He steps behind your back and rests a hand on your shoulder as you're trying to focus on your goal. His contact makes you shiver and you experience the difficulty of not concentrating on the heat that it releases through the layers of tissues covering your skin. 

First try. Fail. Second try, fail.

You're whining with frustration. The third attempt remains a failure. You can’t help the frustrating sigh to get out your throat. “Lemme try!” He says behind your back.He advances his hand to grab the game handle. The music starts again, and he tries twice without catching it. “I’m gonna try again, there’s no way we’re coming home without it.” He adds determination in his voice as he pulls another coin in the machine. The claw closes itself around the panda’s arm, and you’ve never prayed that much. You put your hand on Yunho’s while you take a look at the plushie. Then finally, you both exult with joy when the animal falls into the right area. Your smile is so wide, as you’re turning to hug tight the man behind you. “You did it !” You say close to his ear. He relishes his embrace and he leans to catch the plushie. He hands it to you with the biggest and proudest smile on his face. “You better hug it tight when I'm away from you.” He says, making your heart race again. “I’d rather hug you, forever. You’re softer and warmer.” you add, locking his sight in yours. “ But that will do if you're not home. It'll be a little bit of you.” you smile.

There was something in the air that made you feel like that was where you belonged. Everything was perfect, as you always imagined it to be, except you’ve never ever thought that Yunho would be the best date of your life. Turns out, he is absolutely perfect. “What about some candy floss and a big cola ?” he asks, grabbing your hand. “I’d love that. We should take a giant one so we can share.” He nods. You rush to the candy station and soon you have a giant pink fluff ball between your hands. In less than a second a big part is already in your mouth, making you laugh, as sugar remains on the corner of your lips. “Wait, lemme help you.” He says before gently passing his thumb on your skin. The touch of his skin makes you gently shiver and for a second you forget how to breathe.

You continue to walk around the fair together. You’ve never laughed that much before. He even took some pictures of you, watching the carnival rides or the sun that was already starting to set. Time was flying, and you enjoyed every part of that amazing day. 

If only this day could be endless. 

8.24 pm

“The view is amazing.” You’re completely astonished. Yunho took you on a hill, to eat dinner outside while admiring the view of the entire city and the ocean at the same time. The sunset gives its greatest colors to the sky. A gradient of warm colors you loved so much.

Before coming here, you passed by a small shop to grab some fried chicken and some tanghulus for dessert even though you had so much sugar already, he knew you loved them. “So, what did you think about today ?” he asks, drawing you away from your contemplation. “ Are you really asking ?” Is he on a sugar high ? “Y-yeah ?” You’re falling closer to him, looking straight to his eyes. “That was the most amazing, perfect, day of my life, Yunho.” You admit. Your heart was fuller than ever. “You made all my wishes come true. You perfectly knew how to make me the happiest, and I can't thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me.” His eyes started to shine as his cheeks took a slight pink color. He looks at the grass for a few seconds before coming back to your eyes. “There would be a way to thank me, actually.” He said, kindling a curious flame in your chest. “Oh yeah ?” “You could maybe uh… gimme a kiss ?” At the end of his proposal, his voice softens, as if he suddenly became a little more shy. Yet you can’t stop the surprise from coming on your face. A kiss ? “Only if you agree, of course. If you don’t, that’s okay.. I mean I wo-...” You stop his mumbling by pressing your lips against his. You’re not so sure if it was what he was asking for, but you wanted it so bad. It did not take long before he came pressing his hand on your cheek, smiling against your lips. 

It was the best kiss you’ve ever shared. 

You part a few seconds later, both giggling as teenagers. The feeling rushing into your body was nothing more than pure felicity. “I waited for this for so long.” Wait what ? He catches your intrigued look and smiles softly before glancing at the horizon, perfectly avoiding your gaze. “You’ve been on my mind for so long, y/n…” He starts. You knew this would lead somewhere you’ll never come back from. “This… I wanted to show you how much you meant to me. You deserve the absolute world.” Your heart melts instantly. “ It made me so mad that no one could see how amazing you are. But I was a bit jealous, watching you goin out with douches I knew would not suit you.” Your head leans on his shoulder, inviting him to continue. “I wanted to take you on a date for so long. I just didn’t know how to do it.” He was so open right now, confessing his feelings towards you. Only for you to realize how reciprocal it was. “ I just.. I love you, y/n.” Your heart explodes in your chest. Slowly, you find the way to his lips. The slight pressure he puts into it, shows how much he wanted it to happen. A hand lands on your neck, the other on your back for a few seconds.You feel all surrounded by him, warmed, loved.

The slight notes of his fruity and warm perfume, made you feel a little dizzy. Or was it the feeling of his lips, staying right after you parted your lips ? “ I was so blind…” You admit, resting your forehead against his. “I should have seen sooner.” If you stopped convincing yourself it was just friendship, you would have saved yourself many catastrophic moments and memories that you would gladly have done without. “The reason nobody has suited me before, it’s only because you are the one made for me.” You whisper, heart fully open. “I love you too, Yunho.” 

This was the best closure you could ever imagine. You promised yourself to never kiss on the first date, but it did feel like you were already dating for so long. It was him. It has always been him. As you’re coming home, that night, everything has changed, in the best way. You fall asleep in your boyfriend’s arms, the panda he won for you pressed between your bodies. 

No more shitty dating apps. Only good and lovable dates.

I really hope you appreciated it, do not hesitate to reblog or to leave a note i'd love to read all about your thoughts. ✿

[theoriginalkaminari]

Would you ever write what Yandere Aizawa or Present Mic would be like? Also I love your writing!

Thank you so much! I appreciate you!

Also, would you like both?

Because like goddamn, there is no escape from EITHER.

Imagine you're a fellow teacher at U.A hero academy.

You're literally the perfect thing, beautiful, (handsome), kind, innocent and intelligent. Who wouldn't like you?

When you first got a job at U.A, Shota Aizawa was pretty distant towards you. As he is to most people.

"Aizawa, would you like to-"

"No."

"But I didn't even-"

"No."

So yeah, at first Aizawa had no interest in you or what you had to offer. But you were so nice...and every kid in his class looked up to you because of how amazing you were...and Aizawa just couldn't ignore you for long. He would often hear his class talking about you in class.

"Y/N-Sensei looked so cool today!"

"How did they get their quirk to be so strong, ribbit..."

"Man!! They're so manly!"

"Tch. Whatever. Their not that strong."

"Huh? Oh, come on, Kacchan! You know their awesome! Just admit it!"

"Shut it, dunce face, before I toss you out the damn window."

These were just some of the conversations Aizawa heard about you. Most of them talked about how strong you or your quirk was, with the occasional pervy comment left by Mineta.

Aizawa gets more and more interested in you day after day. The way you dress, how you talk, he slowly but surely starts becoming more and more protective and even possessive over you.

He gets closer to you, listens to you ramble about your hyperfixations, or just anything, really.

He stil trys l convinces himself that he doesn't love you, but that ends quickly when you start dating a pro hero.

Aizawa was fucking furious. Why would you waist your time on a person who loves the spotlight more than they love you, when you could be with him?!

The only reason the person isn't dead yet, is because Aizawa doesn't want you to be upset.

So instead he just makes sure that pro hero can't climb up the hero ranks. For your whole relationship with them, that pro hero is stuck at the 30th spot.

But that all changes when you don't come to work one day. Because Aizawa is a good person, he goes to your apartment to make sure you're okay.

You end up spilling your guts out to him, cryong as you say you found out the pro hero you were dating cheated on you with a hotter co-worker.

All laws about murder, prepare to be ignored!

The raven haired man kills him, obviously. Not like a lot of people would be distraught, he wasn't popular at all. Thanks to him, of course. Hardly anyone cared, even you. That asshole treated you like shit, but you still felt bad.

Doing you a favor, Aizawa even made it seem like the girl that pro hero cheated on you with was the one who killed him, and she was sent to the slammer.

But he still didn't have you.

"Heya, Shota!" Hizashi smiles brightly as he takes a seat next to his friend in the teacher's lounge.

Aizawa simply nods at him. Hizashi tilts his head, leaning back on the chair he sits in. Hizashi isn't stupid, he can see that something's bothering his bestfriend. "Somethin' wrong, Shota?" He asks in a quieter tone, which isn't saying much.

Aizawa nods again.

Hizashi looks around the teachers lounge, making sure its empty. He leans in closer, a devilish smirk on his face. "Ya know, Shota." He whispers, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"I know what you did." He whispers in his ear, making Aizawa freeze. Aizawa panics inside, but he remains a calm exterior so Hizashi doesn't suspect anything. Maybe he's talking about something else.

"I know you killed that new hero, didn't you?" Hizashi finally whispers again. Aizawa freezes again. No. Hizashi...wouldn't report him to the police...would he? He wouldn't expose him! Would...Aizawa have to kill him too?

Suddenly, Hizashi smirks. "Hey, hey, don't panic." He laughs, pulling off him slightly. "You did it for L/N, right?" He asks in a very quiet tone.

Aizawa glances at him. Now he was confused. What? Why was he asking? "Why does it matter?Don't tell me I'll have to kill you too." Aizawa says in a threatening and quiet tone.

Hizashi smiles and shakes his head. "No, no!" He leans closer again. "In fact," that same devilish grin appears on his face. "I want in." He whispers.

Thats how Eraserhead and Present Mic became partners in becoming incredibly obsessed with you.

Now, Hizashi was a lot different than Aizawa, and 10 times more obsessed. He's a lot more manipulative and controlling, and very very very clingy.

Together, they work together. Aizawa kills, and Hizashi covers it up.

Hizashi puts secret cameras in your office and Aizawa watches the footage. Honestly, you should really lock your doors...

...because they also enjoy watching you sleep in person.

I mean, what?

[arisingnight]

gofushi. time travel au. hatred and then love.

"Looking at you pisses me off," Gojo said bluntly.

Megumi tilted his head. "I don't know what to say to that. I'm sorry?" He shrugged. Ever since he time traveled back into the past, teen Gojo had been a fucking menace towards him. He didn't do anything wrong.

"You're hiding something, and I'm going to find out what!" Gojo glared at him before putting back his shades.

"Good luck?" Honestly, he didn't know why he bothered with Gojo. He's an asshole right now. Megumi hadn't remember him being like that when he was a kid, sure, Gojo had been immature and insensitive, but never cold and cynical.

Gojo scoffed and walked away.

Megumi wondered if Gojo hadn't raised him... would he have liked Megumi or hated him? Because it's proving right now that Gojo would've hated him.

"Don't take it personally, Megumi," Suguru said, standing right next to him. "Gojo hasn't been himself lately."

"Oh." He turned his head to the side. "Do you know why he has a lot of hatred towards me?"

Suguru paused, then carefully said, "You remind him of someone. Someone that nearly killed him."

Megumi's eyes widened. "I do?" He never knew Gojo had almost died, then again, he didn't really know much of Gojo's past. Not for the lack of trying, Gojo was just good at changing the subject.

"Yes. I'll admit... when I see you, I see that man as well."

Megumi's lips curled down. "I see." What was he supposed to say to that? Nothing. It's not his fault he looked similar to a stranger. He never thought Gojo would despise someone innocent for that. "How come you don't hate me?"

"Because it's childish to be angry when you had nothing to do with it," Suguru said softly.

"Thank you. I know Gojo must be telling you to stop talking to me. So you don't have to anymore. He's your best friend." Megumi bowed to him. "Besides, I'll be going home soon. The person I cared about the most is waiting for me."

Suguru peered at him. "I bet Gojo misses you a lot."

"He does—" Megumi blurted out, then stopped. He raised his head, heart beating nonstop as he said the truth. "I mean—"

"Now it makes sense." Suguru smiled. "I was wondering why Gojo was the first person you greeted and without fear. You're from the future."

"Please, don't tell anyone! Only Yaga knows the truth!" Megumi pleaded, hands trembling.

"I won't. Now I feel bad for how Gojo is treating you.” He frowned, hand on his chin in deep thought. “Why do you put up with him?”

“He’s not like this in the future, you know,” Megumi defended him. “He’s a good guy.”

Suguru hummed, like he didn’t believe Megumi. “You should tell him. He has the right to know. He’ll change.”

Megumi huffed. “I’ll pass. This Gojo is not the one I know and cherish. He’s simply an annoying student who has too much time on his hands.”

Suguru grinned. “Go on.”

“He's arrogant and constantly says 'I'm the strongest'. Of course he is. There hasn't been one of him in over four centuries." Then Megumi took a deep breath. "But he also appreciates youth, knows the importance of having fun and being a kid, he didn't have much of that growing up, which is why he wants it for everyone. He wanted that for me, and for that I'm grateful." Megumi wasn't aware he was blushing until he felt his cheeks warm. "I can't believe I miss that idiot so much."

"Aww, that's nice of you!"

Megumi tensed upon hearing Gojo's voice behind him. He glanced over his shoulder. "I wasn't referring to you," he grumbled.

"Too late to take it back. You love me!" Gojo clapped his hands.

Megumi turned redder.

Suguru chuckled. "You heard everything, I'm assuming?" He had seen Gojo approaching them from afar but said nothing to Megumi.

Gojo nodded. "Yep. Megumi here," he said as he put his arm around Megumi, "is someone precious to me in the future. I feel so honored."

"You literally said my face pisses you off earlier," he reminded, still not forgetting that.

"That was before the truth came out," Gojo exclaimed. "We have so much catching up to do!" He was already dragging him down the sidewalk, ignoring Megumi's protests.

"Told you he would change," Suguru whispered, watching them go.

[itsthedoodle]

Gossip

Summary:

“It’s called fucking, Elain. Didn’t you hear our sister claim how much better she can do that now?”

“Surely she was exaggerating—”

“Oh I highly doubt that,” Nesta interrupted her, pouring them both a cup of tea. “That male, Rhysand, for all his arrogance, looked like he could fuck our sister for a week straight.”

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“Feyre looks different”.

Nesta merely grunted, and Elain sighed. She didn’t really know what she expected, to be honest. Her two sisters had never gotten along, and considering how similar they were, she felt like screaming half the time. It wasn’t that Nesta was mean, though Elain was aware that she had been shown more love and kindness than Feyre ever had been. Nesta was just very selective about the people she let in. For some reason, Feyre had never managed to breach the high walls Nesta had erected around herself, and Nesta certainly hadn’t made it easy for their younger sister. 

“Her friends were nice,” Elain said, trying to get a word out of her older sister. “Very polite, too. I especially appreciate how well mannered Rhysand was. Azriel was also very polite. What did you think of Cassian?”

“He’s a brute, and Rhysand is an arrogant asshole. I have no opinion regarding the third one, though I can only assume he is the same as the other two.” 

Elain tried not to roll her eyes. “Well at least this one can knock and didn’t ruin our front door. He doesn’t look as hairy either, which is good for our sister, I suppose.”

Nesta stopped in her tracks. “What are you implying?”

“Oh come on,” Elain said, a corner of her mouth lifting slightly. “You cannot possibly tell me you didn’t notice that Rhysand is smitten with our sister.”

Nesta raised a delicate eyebrow. “She is rather nice to look at. Isaac Hale thought so, too.”

Elain could feel a headache forming. Pinching her nose, she let out a very slow breath. “Isaac meant nothing to Feyre and you know it. The other one though, the blonde Fae Lord—”

“Don’t talk about that imbecile.” 

Elain paused at Nesta’s reproachful look. Hating the High Fae was one thing, but her tone on the word imbecile implied Nesta held a sort of dislike for the blond male that far surpassed the disdain she had towards his kind in general. 

She let it drop, choosing to focus on something else instead. “Do you think they have, you know?”

Elain followed closely when Nesta started walking again. “Do I think they have what?”

“You know what Nesta.”

“No Elain,” Nesta said with what sounded like a semi amused tone. “As a matter of fact, I don’t.”

“Oh come on, don’t make me say it.”

“Make you say what?”

Elain clenched her fists. “Do you think they have made love?”

Nesta started laughing, and Elain felt her cheeks burn. 

“It’s called fucking, Elain. Didn’t you hear our sister claim how much better she can do that now?”

“Surely she was exaggerating—”

“Oh I highly doubt that,” Nesta interrupted her, pouring them both a cup of tea. “That male, Rhysand, for all his arrogance, looked like he could fuck our sister for a week straight.”

“I truly do not wish to think of Feyre doing… that.”

“Well you offered our home now,” Nesta shrugged. “Who knows, maybe next time we have to host them overnight we’ll get to hear all about their sex life.” Nesta tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Do you think she’s a screamer? Maybe we need to relocate to the other side of the house.”

Elain slapped her palms over her ears. “Please stop.”

Nesta laughed, but obliged and sipped her tea. There was a moment of silence, with Nesta clearly expecting her to say something. “Do you think they have though?”

Nesta shrugged. “I doubt it. Our sister is as clueless as they come, and Rhysand looked like a sexually frustrated male. But they are for sure going to.”

“You think so?”

Nesta gave her a look. “She basically said he is her boss, yet they ask for a room with two beds? I give them a few more weeks, one month at most.”

“I think Feyre loves him, she just doesn’t know it yet.”

Nesta contemplated Elain’s words for a moment, tossing them around in her head. Elain was a romantic, but she wasn’t daft. She knew her younger sister, and she knew Feyre hadn’t come to terms with her own feelings yet. She wanted to know what Nesta thought about it. It had been a while since they had gossiped so freely, but she patiently waited for her sister to speak. 

“I think…” Nesta said. “I think you’re right, but I also think Feyre carries a lot of guilt in her heart for something that was absolutely not her fault. And she needs to forgive herself for that first.”

Agreeing, Elain simply nodded. They fell into a comfortable silence, drinking their tea and enjoying the quiet house. Her thoughts strayed back to her sister’s friends, to how Cassian and Nesta had annoyed one another during his entire stay here, and she wondered how much she would welcome being teased like that. 

Smirking, she lifted the cup to her lips. “So. You find Cassian attractive, don’t you?”

Nesta almost choked on her tea. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m sure he finds you attractive as well. He also looked quite big and strong.”

Nesta shot up and quickly started walking away. “I don’t care.” 

Elain laughed, deciding to drop it for the time being. “I’m sure you don’t, Nesta.”

But Nesta cared, and so did Cassian, and Elain was going to have the time of her life teasing her about it. 

[phntmeii]

hello<3 hope you’re having a great day

Idk if you saw the movie sleep away camp(1) so if you haven’t just ignore this! But if you have can you please do one of Angela baker (such an underrated slasher) with fem!reader

You can totally add or do anything you want to this request tysm

♡ Dating Angela Baker Headcanons

❝ If she were any quieter, she'd be dead!❝ 

[ SFW + Fem Terms]

Pairing: Angela Baker x Fem!Camper

General Warnings: Mentions of Murder, Bullying, Homophobic targeting, Slight Yandere!Angela

A/N: Anon ty for the request!! Sorry for getting to this a little late </3 I actually watched this movie (and the second one) after your message and I agree that it's underrated! Had such a good time watching it! :) also absolute W for trans women

Angela was quiet and reserved toward practically everyone but Ricky. And even then, her responses were limited to small nods and a lot of guessing on Ricky's end for what Angela meant.

As much as Judy and Meg made fun of Angela for being a quiet loner, Angela did have one friend. You.

Angela found you to be the one person who didn't provoke her or make fun of her. You kept your distance when you felt it was needed and defended her to Judy when you knew she was being an asshole.

Angela couldn't help but to give a small smile when she saw how nice you were being to her. Even if she hadn't spoken back to you yet, her eyes spoke of her appreciation for her.

You were more active in activities like swimming and volleyball but noticed Angela not joining.

She always appreciated when you'd stop to come over to her even if she thought she didn't deserve that.

It only took a few days for you to hear Angela speak. You sat beside her at lunch and offered your food to her, seeing her finally eat.

She looked back with a small smile, "Thank you." You swore your heart could stop, finally hearing her soft-spoken words.

Your budding friendship wouldn't go unnoticed though. You became a target for bullying as well by Judy and Meg.

They were already making fun of Angela by calling her gay since she never showered the same time as everyone else. Seeing her only get along with you was just perfect bait for the two of them.

“Aww… This your little girlfriend, Angela? Fucking knew you were into that.”

Angela never made an effort to disagree, just giving a blank stare in response.

And soon, you noticed over time, people just started disappearing. Angela pretended to not notice or brush it off. She didn't need you to know.

Plus, you didn’t notice since Angela was distracting you with how she had warmed up to you fully.

She gave a small kiss to you in private then rushed off before the counselors realized you two were gone for too long.

Even in your disbelief that she had the confidence to that, you knew from that point on, you two knew that you were meant for one another. Angela only needed you.

You gave your own confession to her a bit after that before it was time to head back to the cabins for the night. Just a quick “I like you” which was met with Angela’s own reciprocation:

“I really like you too…”

Angela's main Love Languages to give are: Acts of Service and Quality Time.

Angela doesn’t like seeing you be bothered by everyone else just because of your association with her. So she does you the favor of eliminating them from the picture.

Even if it’s a minor insult thrown at you, she doesn’t see an issue with getting rid of them.

As long as they’re gone, you won’t be sad, right?

And it means the world for Angela to be beside you. She silently cheers you on from the sidelines with a small smile when you’re in one of the games at camp.

And if you win, you better believe she’s celebrating your win with a private little date in the woods or at the beach.

She’ll even make it all nice with a beach towel to lay on and some flowers she picked to offer to you.

Angela's favorite Love Languages to receive are: Quality Time and Words of Affirmation.

Like I said, Angela likes being by you. And it means the world when you go out of your way to be beside her.

No one else besides Ricky did that. Her eyes always just lights up when she sees you!

Her favorite is when you’d invite her to the camp events and eat with her while everyone else hung out in groups. The special attention you gave to her sent her over the moon.

And you can guarantee you’ll see her shy little smile when you compliment her or talk sweetly to her.

Especially compliments that confirmed her gender presentation and got rid of her slight dysphoria.

A small “Angela! You look so pretty in that!” and you can notice a blush and how she started wearing that piece of clothing more or doing her hair in a way that you liked more.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

[batbirdies]

So my dear ao3 commenters.

I love you. You are dear to all of our writerly hearts. We appreciate all that you do in encouraging our work! Especially when not everyone chooses to comment for various reasons (and no judgement from me personally I am not about guilting people into stuff)

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So please try to be explicitly clear about your enjoyment of a fic when leaving a comment. It also makes it much easier for the author to reply when they know you actually liked it. Please don’t assume we will know you enjoyed it because you are commenting, we get shitty asshole comments too.

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[buckyseddie]

made for each other

pairings — jj maybank x fem!kook!reader, featuring bff!kiara carrera x bff!fem!kook!reader and bff!sarah cameron x bff!fem!kook!reader

summary — in which, they don't like each other until they learn about each other's trauma and they become something else entirely.

word count — 3.9k words.

warnings — enemies to friends to lovers trope, kie and sarah are her best friends, use of pet-names [sweetheart, baby], bickering, angst, fluff, reader is a kook but she lives at kie's house with her, reader isn't in her parents life but jj doesn't know this, reader is really nice and genuine, jj's really mean in this sorry, abusive parents, jj calls reader a bitch, love confession from jj, both of them being in denial of their feelings, john b is the leader of their relationship, reader has self-image and self-confidence issues, reader calls jj by his last name a few times, cuddles, forehead kisses, the reader kisses jj but it's like a peck, everyone's super supportive, small mentions of mental health.

notes — hey guys!! i'm rewatching obx, so i decided to write out one of the jj requests i got, so here it is. quick thing, i know it was requested that the reader is a pogue, but i changed her to be a kook so that it works with the storyline i'm writing for this fic! also, i know it was requested that none of the pogues like the reader, but i changed that a little. i hope this is okay because i felt that it would make more sense. i hope you enjoy it and sorry about the minor changes! gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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SOMETIMES, SHE REALLY HATED HIM.

like right now.

she didn't know what she did to make him hate her so much.

[y/n] is probably one of the sweetest people anyone could ever meet — despite everything she's been through.

and [y/n] has done nothing to him — she's been so genuinely sweet to him the entire time, ever since they met.

but, since they've met, jj has only been cruel to her.

she'd been hanging out with the pogues, like she always has.

although, today was the first time that jj was around — anytime she was around, jj would make up an excuse to not hang out with his friends.

but, this time, john b was forcing him to hang out with her around.

john b didn't say a word about having to be nice, though.

and the second [y/n] said something that he could make a comment about, he did.

and boy, did it do more than hurt her feelings.

he made some messed up comment about her using kiara, for staying at her house.

[y/n] scoffs with tears in her eyes, before she stands up to walk away.

"wait, [y/n]!" kiara calls before she can leave.

she shakes her head. "no, i'm not fucking taking this shit anymore. i've tried to be nice, even though he's an ass every damn time," she says angrily, motioning to jj, who's shrugging and smirking. "i'm done trying to prove myself to him."

and with that, she walks off.

she refuses to let him see her reaction to his comment, so she hurries to grab her stuff from the house, before she gets into her car and starts it and gets the hell out of there.

once she's gone, everyone turns to jj.

"what?" jj asks in defense, rolling his eyes at the frustrated look in kiara's eyes.

"why in the hell did you do that?!" she exclaims, walking over to him and smacking him on the head.

jj doesn't say anything, he just shrugs.

sarah scoffs. "you know, if you really knew her and what she's been through, you wouldn't hate her so much."

"so? she's a kook!" jj yells, raising his hands up in the air.

john b rolls his eyes. "yeah, and so is kie and sarah! but, they're nothing like those other asshole supremacists."

jj just shakes his head, refusing to accept that she's different, or to feel bad for being such a jerk.

—————

IT'S BEEN A FEW WEEKS, since the situation with jj.

and [y/n] hasn't spoken to anyone since.

although, one part of the reason why she wasn't hanging out with anyone wasn't just because of the fact that she was angry at jj — it was also because of her parents.

[y/n] was running low on a lot of things she needed.

and she already felt bad enough as it is, for borrowing some of kiara's things — she offered anything she needed without any hesitation.

so, she really had no choice.

it would be easy — kiara's parents were out and kiara herself was out with the pogues, and she'd only be there for a few minutes.

and of course she wasn't going to walk through the front door — that'd be stupid.

there's a built in ladder on the side of the house near her window.

so, when she got there — she walked, to not bring attention to herself — she sneaked over to said-ladder and quietly climbed up the ladder.

when she was near her window, she leaned against the ladder and tried with all of her might to quietly open her window.

when she did, she clumsily climbed inside, accidentally falling loudly onto the floor.

there wasn't enough time to gather her stuff and get out of there before her parents could find her.

panic filled her when her door creaked open and in walked in her father.

needless to say, things got really bad after that.

when she got back to the carrera's house, she locked herself inside the guest room — where she's been sleeping in.

she's currently leaning her back against the room's door, panicking with her hands shaking, while she tries to figure out how she's going to hide this.

the worst part is that she couldn't even get more stuff — she had to get out of there before anything else happened.

but, a loud knock and some yells at the front door shakes her out of her scared and stressed daze.

after realizing that no one else is home to answer, [y/n] shakily rushes over to the door, anxiety filling her.

"come on! open up!"

that voice makes her even more anxious — it's jj.

after [y/n] started ignoring everyone, kiara lectured him and told him that he needed to go apologize to her — he didn't dare say no because there's nothing more scary than the carrera girl when she's angry.

knowing that he's not going to stop until she listens, she takes in a deep breath, before she opens the door.

jj is shocked, to say the least, when he sees her face filled with bruises.

"what the fuck? where did you get those?"

[y/n] scoffs. "why? don't tell me you care." she sneers, crossing her arms over her chest.

"i may not like you, but that doesn't mean i'm heartless."

[y/n] ignores his words, leaning against the doorway. "why are you even here, jj? did you come back for a fight?" she questions angrily.

"no. kie wanted me to apologize." his voice is small and his eyes are cast to the ground.

"okay?" she says, laughing in frustration. "just tell her you did it and go."

he scoffs, shaking his head and looking away. "why are you being such a bitch?"

she snorts in disbelief. "why am i being one? seriously, jj?"

[y/n] scoffs when he shakes his head in clear confusion. "i've been nice, jj!" she exclaims, shaking her head at him with tears filling her eyes.

she clears her throat and shakes her head, tilting her head back and shutting her eyes to rid them of the tears.

then, she opens her eyes again and takes a deep breath.

"jj... " she trails off, gulping. "i have tried to be nice, okay? i have been nothing but nice. and you've just been cruel to me from the moment we met — every single chance you got."

guilt fills jj — he never really thought about the consequences of his actions.

in the past, jj never cared about the kooks. and he had no problem voicing that. especially spoiled and snotty ones.

but, now? well, it's been extremely hard, trying to tell the difference between the kooks that are just trying to live and can't help who they are and the ones that see themselves as more superior than anyone else.

a shaky sigh leaves his lips. "i'm sorry, okay? i... shouldn't have said those things to you. and especially what i said about you using kie — that was wrong."

"whatever, jj." she mumbles, not looking at him.

she backs away, moving to shut the door in his face. "just go, jj."

"wait!" he calls, stepping forward.

"no, jj. just... tell kie that you apologized and we can lie our asses off, saying that we're good, okay?" she mutters and backs further into the room, before shutting the door.

jj stands on the porch for a straight ten minutes, speechless and trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

—————

SHE SPENT DAYS LOCKED INSIDE the guest room.

but eventually, things got too complicated.

despite the fact that jj spends most of his time at the chateau, [y/n] moves out of the carrera's house and to john b's place.

jj was sleeping in the chateau, while [y/n] had just been sleeping on the hammock, outside.

and boy, were things tense and awkward between them.

[y/n] was doing everything she could to avoid jj, and jj was filled with guilt and trying to figure out what to do to fix things.

because despite how much he acted like he hates her, it was a lie.

maybe in the past, he could've lied and said that it was because of her being a kook.

but, that's not true — not anymore.

now, it's clear as day that he hated her because of how he feels about her.

"dude, are you going to talk to her?" john b asks, lightly tapping his leg in order to try to get his attention.

jj and john b had been sitting outside, quietly talking, but jj had been watching the quiet kook the entire time.

john b shakes his shoulder.

"huh? what?" jj asks confusedly, turning to face his best friend.

john b chuckles, rolling his eyes at him. "dude. you can't lie any longer — not to us and not to yourself."

"what are you talking about?" jj knits his eyebrows together in confusion.

"look, the only reason we let this fighting between the two of you go on for as long as it did is because everyone can see it." john b says, shrugging his shoulder.

"what the hell are you even talking about, bro?" jj questions, shoving him.

"the connection, jj! no matter how much you wanna deny it, there's something going on between you two."

"excuse me?" he asks, beginning to stand up.

john b stands up with him and grabs his shoulder.

"look, i'm not trying to, like, gang up on you or anything," he says, before nodding over to [y/n], who's staring numbly at the sun and nature. "but, you gotta be honest with yourself — and with her."

jj follows his nod, noticing the lonely girl sitting on the hammock.

"you've hurt her enough. be better — for her. if you don't want to admit your feelings, that's fine. but, she deserves a genuine apology from you and not that bullshit one you pulled at kie's last week."

jj sighs quietly, but nods.

john b claps him on the shoulder, before backing up towards the door. "just do right by her, alright, buddy?"

[y/n] quickly notices how quiet it is now — she could tell before that the boys were outside from the quiet talking coming from them.

she looks up and notices jj walking over to her.

her eyes widen and her mouth falls open in surprise and anxiety as she quickly turns away, mentally freaking out.

what did he want now? hasn't he done enough?

"hey." he says, sitting down on the opposite side of her on the hammock.

rolling her eyes, she looks up at him and asks, "what do you want, jj?"

a dumbfounded look forms on his face. "w—what do you mean? i don't want anything," he stutters as he awkwardly pats the part of the hammock that's under his hand. "i just wanna lie down on this cool-ass hammock with you."

she scoffs.

"cut the bullshit, jj." she says tightly, her stare going so straight through him from her trying to figure out what he wants.

they share a moment of tense eye contact, until jj finally breaks first.

he sighs, and glances down at his now fidgeting hands. "i... just want to fix all of this tension between us."

jj's gaze stays on his hands, while [y/n] sits and watches him for a straight minute.

"i don't believe you." she says, not daring to look away as he looks back up at her.

something in his eyes startles her — she can't quite place her finger on what it is, but it feels like it could bring her entire world crumbling down.

"it's the truth! i swear." he says in response, his voice almost defensive.

she ignores the pleading tone of his voice and bites her bottom lip, not quite sure to believe him.

"seriously, jj. i... " she trails off, ignoring the tears and trying to push down anything that could expose her real feelings. "i'm sick of this, okay?"

regret fills jj's eyes as he quietly listens, hands still shaking.

"this drama between us? all because of my kook status? i can't deal with it — i refuse to."

she takes a deep breath. "so, let's just call this good. we're good and you don't have to feel bad for me anymore — you can tell the rest of the group that you did what they asked."

something about her words bothers jj.

i mean, sure he's been cruel to her.

but, more than anything, it was to hide and ignore the hidden feelings that were growing and eating away at him.

"no." he says sharply.

[y/n]'s eyebrows knit together in confusion and surprise. "no?"

"no," he confirms and moves to stand up, leaving her by herself on the hammock. "we're not doing this."

she scoffs, moving to stand up too. "what do you mean no? doing what?"

he motions between the both of them. "this. this fucking back and forth of acting like there's nothing wrong."

she rolls her eyes. "jj, seriously—"

he holds up his hand again, and this time, she listens.

with that, she crosses her arms over her chest and waits for him to continue.

jj scoffs. "and it turns out, john b was right."

"what? right about what?" she asks in confusion as she watches him pace.

"jj, seriously," she calls out to him and steps forward, touching one of his shoulders with one of her hands. "what is this about?"

he stops and turns to her and takes a deep breath.

"it's about the fact that you think that i hate you."

she furrows her eyebrows together and drops her hand from his shoulder.

jj takes notice of the removed feeling of her hand on his shoulder.

"but, you do hate me." she states, as if it's the obvious, matter-of-fact answer.

he scoffs, running his hands through his hair roughly. "no, i don't."

"what?" she scoffs, shaking her head at him.

"i don't know what you're trying to say, or what fucked up game you're trying to play right now, but i'm not interested in being a part of it anymore." she mumbles, starting to walk past him.

but, just before she can, he turns and gently grabs her arm and stops her from walking any further away.

"don't go, yet, alright?" he says quietly, waiting for her to turn around.

she holds her breath, staring ahead, but frozen in her place.

"just... let me talk and say this, okay?" he asks, holding his breath in stress.

sighing in defeat, she turns around and stares at him pointedly.

"okay," she says, raising her hands up when he lets go of her arm. "talk then, maybank."

he nods quietly, for a moment, before he decidedly leads her over to the deck.

when they're sat down and he's been silent for too long, she rolls her eyes and says, "you wanna tell me what this is about now?"

"right!" he says in realization as he turns to face her.

"i don't hate you, okay?" he says seriously, causing her to open her mouth to argue.

he holds a hand up. "let me explain first."

with another defeated sigh, [y/n] nods and motions for him to continue.

"john b just helped me realize this, but i... never hated you — i don't think i ever could."

his words shock her, causing her to look up at him with tears in her eyes.

"so... you made me think that you hated me?" she asks in defense, scoffing.

he opens his mouth to explain, but she cuts him off and stands up, "do you have any idea what you've put me through?" she exclaims, laughing in disbelief when he stands up to stop her from continuing.

"i thought that i did something wrong to make you hate me! do you even know how many sleepless and restless nights i stayed up with sarah and kie? how many nights i cried and cried because i didn't know what i did that was so wrong that i deserved how you treated me?!"

jj sighs in defeat, deflating a little bit.

"so? why did you treat me like that?" she questions, too calm, even with the anger she was just displaying — a clear, tell-tale sign that she must be really mad.

jj's breathless. "i didn't realize it until now," he starts, keeping his eyes downcast.

"but... " he looks up at her this time and slowly and cautiously walks over to her.

slowly, he lifts his shaking hands up to her hands and holds them.

[y/n] slowly drags her eyes down to their connected hands.

"jj... " she gulps, before her eyes look back up at his nervous ones.

"i never hated you, [y/n]. it was the opposite."

she takes a deep breath. "you... you can't be possibly saying what i think you are."

he nods quietly.

"i am," he confirms, walking even closer to her, until there's not that much space between them anymore. "i tried to bury my feelings — i wanted to convince everyone and myself that what i felt for you was just blind hatred."

"but, that's not true."

tears fill her eyes and she shakes her head, not wanting to believe it for even a second.

"no," she shakes her head even more. "no, no, no." she mutters, backing away and pulling her hands out of and away from his.

the tears fall to her cheeks. "no, jj. this... " she points between them. "this is cruel — this is a whole other level of cruel that i didn't think that you'd do to me."

she shakes her head again as jj steps forward.

"sweetheart, i swear this isn't a game. it's nothing like that." he says, stepping forward as she tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach after hearing that pet-name he just used to address her.

"then, what is it? because i know there's no way someone good like you could ever love or like someone like me!" she exclaims, the tears blinding her vision.

jj stops short, his heart stopping for a brief moment from the second he heard those words come out of her mouth.

"what?" he asks in shock, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

she scoffs again. "you heard me correctly, maybank." she says tightly, frowning as she looks down and away from him.

"do you have any idea what you mean to me, [y/n]?" he asks softly as he walks over to her and lifts her chin up with his fingers.

her mouth falls open as she looks at him. "what are you talking about, jj? what do i mean to you? who am i to you?" she asks in a murmur, but he hears her clearly.

he speaks with no hesitation, even if it sounds cheesy and corny and he'd never say it to anyone else, "you're the girl i love."

a quiet gasp sounds from her lips, causing him to chuckle softly.

"you can't really mean that." she says tightly, still in shock.

"i do. i swear i'm not lying — this isn't a game to me." he says seriously, moving his hands to hold her face in his hands.

a shaky breath leaves her lips, before she finds the courage to speak, "jj, if you really mean that — and i mean, really mean it — there's no going back, if we go through with any of this."

he nods. "i know."

"and... " she trails off, preparing for what she's about to say next. "and you really mean all of this?"

he nods again.

another shaky breath leaves her lips and the tears spill as she nods herself.

"okay."

"okay?" he asks, confused and fully expecting her to reject him.

she nods in acknowledgement. "i can't promise that things will be easy with me. i have issues, just like you, and i won't change myself for anyone."

he chuckles. "i'm not going to ask you to do that."

"okay." she nods, moving one of her hands up to one of his and anxiously intertwines them together.

"let's do this then, yeah?" he asks breathlessly and pulls her towards him gently, leading her to walk away from the chateau and to god knows where.

—————

JJ CHUCKLES IN AMUSEMENT AS he notices the girl's obvious, anxious nerves.

"you're going to be fine." he says, soothing her by rubbing her arms gently.

[y/n] groans, clenching her eyes shut in further stress.

"i just don't think they're going to react well to this news, jj!" she whines, turning to face him and letting her head fall into his chest as her groans of distress quickly become muffled.

he laughs and gently lifts her head up and cups her cheeks, a soft glint in his eyes. "it's going to be fine, baby, okay?"

she sighs, pouting for a straight minute as he smiles down at her.

"if they make any comments, i'll make them regret it." he says seriously, causing her to raise her eyebrows at him.

"they're our friends. i kind of find that hard to believe." she says seriously, laughing at his reaction.

he rolls his eyes and kisses her forehead.

"just trust me, alright?" he murmurs when he pulls away from her.

she sighs in defeat. "fine."

she frowns as he leads her inside the chateau.

he leads her into the living room, where everyone else is hanging out in.

the conversation stops immediately as they stop in the room, all of their eyes immediately landing on their joined hands.

john b doesn't look shocked at all as he smirks in approval.

"so, you finally did it, huh?" he asks, getting up and clapping his best friend on the shoulder.

jj laughs as [y/n] turns to face him with a shocked look on her face.

"what does that mean?" she asks with suspicion clear in her voice.

john b chuckles. "last week, before jj came over to talk to you, i finally got jj realize how he really feels about you."

her face fills with realization as she nods, but doesn't say anything.

she turns back around to look at everyone else.

cleo and pope look at her with a look of nonchalance, almost as if they expected this to happen, sooner or later.

sarah and kiara share a look, both smirking at each other.

then, they both get up and run over to their friend, throwing their arms over her body and jumping and giggling in excitement.

"i knew it!" kiara exclaims excitedly, with a big smile.

sarah laughs and agrees.

[y/n] rolls her eyes.

"so, you guys really don't care?" she asks, glancing at all of them.

pope snorts. "why would we? we've been waiting for this moment for too long."

cleo nods, gently poking pope. "it's about time y'all got together."

jj simply laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her to one of the empty couches to cuddle on.

"see? you had no reason to be nervous." he murmurs into her ear, kissing her cheek as she makes herself comfortable in his embrace.

she rolls her eyes at him and turns to kiss him lightly, before pulling away and lying her head on his chest. "fine. you were right."

his chest rumbles with prideful laughs, but before he can say anything, she interrupts him, "don't even say it. you're lucky i like you."

he laughs again. "well, you're lucky that i like you."

she ignores the cheers and teasing comments from their friends as they all settle back into their seats and observe them, just appreciating the moment with her boyfriend.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Human Doctor!Klaus M. Yandere Pt.1

Warning: Non/Dub-con (Somnophilia), Previous Abusive Relationship, Drug Use (date rape drugs…kinda?), Breeding Kink, Yandere/Psychopathic Behavior/Manipulation, Assault, Age-Gap

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Part 2

For Klaus it started in the ER. He loved working in the ER as everyday was different, and it generated some truly funny experiences and stories.

For him it was love at first sight. He saw Y/n sitting on the side of the hospital bed looking tired and uncomfortable but she was beautiful and sweet. As he walked in she looked up at him and blushed, Klaus noticing for the first time the black eye on the side of her face he hadn’t been able to see before however as he also saw her clutching her arm to her body he assumed her eye isn’t why she was here. He had looked at the x-ray and he knew her arm was broken and had clearly been done so purposefully and he was enraged by the idea of someone harming such a sweet girl…his sweet girl.

‘Hello Miss. Y/L/n. I’m Dr.Mikaelson. It’s lovely to meet you, I’m sorry it’s under these circumstances.’ She wouldn’t meet his eyes, now looking down at his shoes as he spoke, and when she responded it was so quiet he nearly couldn’t hear her.

‘Hi. You can just call me Y/n.’

‘Well then you can call me Klaus, hmm? You clearly have a broken arm, the good news is you don’t need surgery, I just need to wrap you up in a cast which a nurse is bringing me right now. Can you tell me what happened Y/n?’ She looked surprised as he pulled the chair over to sit across from her, giving her a harder time avoiding his gaze.

‘I tripped down the stairs is all.’

‘You seem to do that a lot according to your chart. 3 times in the last 2 months you’ve been here.’

She just shrugged as the nurse came in with a tray and set it down for him. ‘I’m a klutz, I always have been…I’m a mess honestly.’

‘Well, I’m sorry to hear that. You have much too pretty a face to be damaging it with bruising.’ Once again she blushed a dark red that was so cute he felt his cock twitch in his pants.

Klaus began wrapping her arm up in gauze before the cast wrap and noticed her taking peeks at him with that blush still heavy on her face.

‘Alright. I’m going to give you a mild pain medication for the next 3 days, I know how difficult sleep is when you’re in pain so they should help and I need to ask you, are you safe going home Y/n? Did someone do this to you?’ He knew the answer, and he could tell from the way she looked at him that she knew that he knew too.

‘I’m okay, thank you. I’m just clumsy.’

‘I don’t think that’s true Y/n and if you change your mind, just come back here, okay?’ She looked surprised but nodded her head.

‘Thank you Klaus. I appreciate it, most doctors are assholes, it’s really nice to see one that’s not.’

‘Sadly that’s true, many doctors lose their compassion through all the politics, regulations and money. Also patients that are rude or drug addicts.’ He teased seeing her smile for the first time, giggling a bit and once again he felt his cock in his pants twitch, clearly not willing to listen to his brain today.

It was at that moment that the curtain was ripped open and a tall man stopped short with a sneer on his face. ‘What the fuck is this?’

‘Jake, this is Dr.Mikaelson. He just wrapped my broken arm.’ He didn’t look shocked or even the least bit gentle.

‘Good. Let’s go.’

‘Hold on there, not so fast. I haven’t discharged her yet. Give me just a moment, she’ll be out soon if you could go wait in the waiting room.’ Jake looked angry instantly and Klaus could see how explosive he could be. Klaus is an angry individual so he knows exactly what a dangerously angry man looks and acts like.

‘I think I’ll stay, Y/n would be more comfortable with me here.’ He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and he watched her cringe but never move away.

‘He can stay.’ Klaus reminded himself that this man is an abuser and that her response is conditioned and not her fault at all. She is just trying to survive.

‘Alright. I’m going to get you the script and your papers. Remember what I said, no more trips down the stairs.’ He warned and she blushed again as he left.

Her boyfriend dragged her out of there as soon as she had the folder and he spent the next week thinking about her like crazy. It didn’t bother him that he was a 36 year old man in love with a 19 year old girl, she was meant to be his and he knew it! That night when he went home he had his hand firmly wrapped around his cock for hours before he was finally willing to search her in the hospital computer and found her apartment address, finding it and finding a spot to sit and watch her, able to see in through her sliding door as she went about her day. That is how he spent his days off.

He saw her again three weeks later back in his ER and he practically snatched the patient folder from his friend, determined to be her doctor.

When he opened the curtain he saw her eye swollen nearly completely shut, her bottom lip split and a dark bruise on her jaw.

‘Y/n. What happened darling?’ She looked up at him stunned.

‘You remember me?’ Her voice was rough and only then did he see the dark red marks on her throat beginning to bruise.

‘Of course I do. I was concerned when I first saw you, especially once I met your boyfriend. Tell me what’s going on.’ He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and touching her throat, feeling it gently but making sure not to hurt her.

‘I tried to leave…he came home early.’ Tears welled up in her eyes and he sat beside her on the bed, wrapping her in his arms firmly but not too hard, unsure if she was bruised anywhere else.

‘It’s alright. You did so good love, you got away from him. You are so strong.’ She was clearly trying to hold it together but it only took a few seconds for her to fall apart and tighten her arms around his neck, sobbing against him. ‘Let it out lovely, it’s okay. You did so good, you are worth so much more than him, you deserve to be taken care of, and I’m going to take care of you, okay?’

She nodded her head in his neck, sniffling adorably. ‘Thank you Klaus. My throat really hurts.’

‘I can see that. Anything else?’

She showed him her bruised ribs but nothing was broken thankfully. He spent the next few hours taking care of her and giving her some meds so that he could postpone her discharge until he got off, getting her papers just as he was going home having convinced her to stay with him, not willing to let her go back to Jake.

He got her into his car without anyone seeing them and picked up some dinner for them before they got back to his house. ‘I don’t want to put you out, are you sure that this is okay-‘

‘Stop asking that. It’s more than alright. Let’s get you something to sleep in and you can hop into the shower. The hot water will make you feel so much better.’ He grabbed her a Henley and a pair of boxers, he had some of his sisters clothes from how many times she had stayed here but he desperately wanted to see her in his clothes. ‘Now, I want you to tell me Jakes address so that I can go get your things.’ Her eyes went wide and he could see she definitely didn’t see that coming.

‘Klaus, no! I don’t want-‘

‘I don’t want him to set his eyes on your pretty face ever again, he doesn’t deserve it Y/n.’

‘He’ll hurt you! I can’t let you do this, please?’ She looked desperate while he turned on the shower for her.

‘He won’t harm me. I promise, I’m just going to get your already packed bags and come back. Let me do this for you.’ He wasn’t asking, now that she’s in his house she’s not leaving! That idiot will never put his hands on her again!

She gave him the address that he already knew and he smiled, kissing her head and turning to go before she grabbed his arm. ‘Klaus…why are you doing this? You’re my doctor, you’re not responsible for me, why are you helping me? I don’t understand.’ She was confused and scared, he knew she would be but he would never hurt her like Jake did.

‘Admittedly I thought you were gorgeous when we first met, but I was your doctor and I won’t be inappropriate at work. You are a sweet girl trying to get out of an abusive relationship, and you need some help. I’m in a position to do that and I know that if I let you walk out that door and you end up back in that house with nowhere to go and next time I see you it’s in the ICU or worse…I will never forgive myself.’ He teared up, trying to show her how soft and caring he could be knowing that she’s used to a guy who can’t do those things as a psychopath.

Her face fell and he could see how well it was working, she was exactly where he wanted her. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, feeling the tears soak up in his shirt on his shoulder. ‘Thank you Klaus…I won’t forgive myself if you get hurt either, at least let me come with you and-‘

‘No. Get in the shower, you need to rest those sore muscles. Your things will be here by the time you get out and I’ll give you something to help you sleep. I’m off tomorrow, we’ll spend the day relaxing, get you feeling better and we’ll talk about what we’re going to do. Okay? Just try not to worry until then.’ He kissed her forehead and shut the door behind him as he left.

The trip to the apartment was quick, Jake only lived about 5 minutes from him but in a very different neighborhood. Klaus had a large house that he wouldn’t call a mansion but some people probably would and it was on 9 acres of land. The apartment building that this moron had his Princess living in was a shitty floor level place that looked rat infested on the outside, where he could see almost the entire apartment through the sliding door. Good for Klaus now, bad for Y/n in the long run. Unlike Jake, Klaus would never run the risk of any other man seeing his Princess in any exposed fashion, she belonged to him, whether she knows it yet or not.

He knocked on the door loud enough to ensure the jackass would wake up and as soon as the door swung open Klaus dug his fist straight into Jakes face knocking him off of his feet.

‘Yo! What The Fuck Man?!’ He rolled his eyes as he stepped through the door.

‘That’s not even half of what you made Y/n feel. That lovely girl trusted you, gave herself to you, and you repay her by causing her pain?! You don’t deserve to live, you are the definition of garbage and while I want more than anything to kill you, sadly I’m only here for her bags.’ He looked up and saw 2 suitcases a backpack and a duffel bag sitting in the next room which he moved to grab. He carried the suitcases out to his car before coming back and seeing Jake with a baseball bat pointed at him.

‘Get the fuck outta my house! She’s coming back, she’s mine! Y/n knows she can’t live without me-‘

‘Oh but she can. She’s going to stay with me now, she’s mine Jake.’ His eyes practically caught flame before he swung the bat which Klaus ducked back from and grabbed when it got stuck in the wall, hitting the moron and kneeling into him where he now resides on the ground. ‘You will never touch her again, violently or otherwise. But I will, whether she knows it yet or not I will make sure she falls in love with me. It won’t be hard after dating an ass like you, all I need to do is show her how soft and loving I can be. I’m already halfway there, she’s mine now. It’s my hands that will be on her body tonight, kissing every inch of that perfect skin that you enjoyed bruising. My tongue and cock that will fuck every hole she has, and she will only ever cry in ecstasy. The only way, so I’ve been told, you didn’t make her cry.’ He tried to buck Klaus off of him and only ended up thrusting up against him before Klaus punched him again, his head bouncing off of the floor, punching him 3 more times before he stopped not wanting to damage his hands by splitting his knuckles, it would make Y/n wonder what had happened to him. ‘I’m going to taste her. I’m going to fuck her. I’m going to knock her up and make her mine forever, she’ll warm my bed and have my babies, and if you ever come near her again I will kill you. And don’t even think about going to the police for this, you can’t prove anything and my brother is the chief. God forbid your apartment catches fire and no one responds to your call, hmm? Or no one follows up on your accusations of being beaten within an inch of your life by a very well known, and highly respected doctor in this small town. Don’t think about calling her either, if I find out you did, and I will, I’m going to come back here.’ His eyes were bugging out in fear, clearly stunned at the fact that a doctor is kneeling on his chest and threatening to burn his home down. ‘She’s mine.’

He stood, stepping on his chest and walking over him to get the other bags before walking out and shutting the door behind him. After washing the blood off of his hands which luckily weren’t bruised, he looked through all of the bags removing the laptop, iPad and phone from the backpack, mixing up her bags to make it look like they had been pulled apart before stopping at Target on the way home. He tried to be fast so Y/n wouldn’t get worried, grabbing a black weaved basket filling it with a pomegranate and mango body wash and a purple loofah. He also grabbed a black scalp massager, a rosemary and mint shampoo and conditioner along with hair ties, clips, hairbrush, several scents of body scrubs, toothbrush, razors, deodorant and a nail care kit. Klaus wanted Y/n to have everything she would need that he didn’t already have to give her and also allow her to have soap that wasn’t men’s soap. He knew this would make her feel like he was thinking about her in ways Jake never did or would. He got a few different kinds of chocolate for the basket and a soft, fluffy black and red plaid blanket as well as grabbing a giant polar bear stuffed animal he thought she would fall in love with.

When he got home he walked through the door with her duffel bag and backpack to see her standing there with a worried look on her face before she jumped to wrap her arms around him. ‘I missed you too Princess.’ He laughed, dropping the bags and wrapping his arms around her.

‘I thought he had hurt you! You were gone for so long!’ He kissed her cheek before pulling away.

‘I’m sorry. Jake had torn your bags apart and I had to put everything back in, I apologize that they’re messy but I think I got it all. I stopped at the store to get you a few things. I’ll get the suitcases.’ He ran back out, grabbing the suitcases and the basket that he had put together, carrying the bear awkwardly, leaving the basket and bear on the steps, bringing the suitcases in to see Y/n looking through her backpack frantically.

‘He took my phone! My laptop! Bastard!’

‘Relax love, just relax. Come here.’ He pulled her to stand up and wiped her eyes dry. ‘No more tears Princess. He is not worth your tears, you’ve cried too many for him. No more.’ Klaus enjoyed the way her eyes lit up as he said that, her red face smiling up at him happily despite the entire shitty day. ‘Close your eyes Princess.’ She looked confused but did as he said as he quickly moved to grab the basket and bear, carrying them in and shutting the door behind him. The fact that she did what she was told without questioning him let him know he was right when he had chosen her, she truly was perfect.

As he placed the bears head in her hands, it sitting on the floor quite literally more than half of her body height tall, she opened her eyes which widened before she squealed. ‘Klaus! Oh my God! He’s perfect! I love him!’ She dropped to her knees and wrapped her body around him making Klaus laugh. ‘Oh my God! He must have cost a fortune!’

‘Don’t do that. Nothing I ever buy you is something for you to worry about in any way. I have plenty of money. You deserve to be taken care of. Speaking of which.’ He set the basket beside her and she began looking through everything excitedly, smelling the soaps and inspecting everything.

‘You got me a scalp scrubber? I didn’t know men knew what those were!’ She giggled while Klaus took her bags and carried them up the stairs to her bedroom right beside his, coming back down and seeing she was smelling the body scrubs. ‘This is amazing! Peach sorbet, Watermelon, Pineapple? These smell fantastic! I can’t believe you got all of this for me. I have a hair and tooth brush you know? You didn’t have to-‘

‘I wanted to. I wanted to make sure you have everything here to make you comfortable. I would really like it if you would stay, I…I can’t let you end up back there with him. He threatened me with a bat darling.’

‘WHAT!?’

‘He told me you would end up back with him whether you like it or not. I’m genuinely scared what will happen if you leave, I’m asking you to stay Y/n, this-‘ he gestured to the basket. ‘-is me asking you to stay.’ Klaus could tell she was torn and worried and he wanted to ease that for her. ‘You won’t be a bother to me, I have plenty of money, more than I know what to do with honestly and I live alone. Sometimes my sister stays for a few nights or one of my brothers but I would love some company. You’ll have your own room and bathroom, I would prefer you don’t lock the door in case something happens but if it makes you feel better I understand…we can go shopping for whatever else you need, I just tried to get the basics.’

‘Klaus! You did great, okay? It’s all wonderful but…how can I live in your house without giving you anything back? I’m broke, I have nothing. I moved in with him when I was a 17 year old idiot, my family hates me, I have no income-‘

‘I don’t want money. I have money, I like you and I want to help you. I don’t want you to get a job, I want you to rest and get better. For now that’s enough. Now let’s get you to bed.’ He grabbed her backpack and the basket as she carried her bear to her room which she was blown away by. ‘You showered in my bathroom, this one is yours. The sheets were changed since my sister stayed a few weeks ago so it’s all clean.’

‘This room and bathroom is more than half the size of my whole apartment…thank you Klaus. Really, thank you.’ He set the bear down on her bed and hugged her as she laid her head on his chest.

‘If you wait a moment I’ll get you something to help you sleep?’

‘Okay. That sounds great.’

He walked back to his room to the medicine cabinet which had about every kind of medication you could ever need, taking hold of a sleep medication he knew would knock her out! He brought her back a pill and a bottle of cold water, handing it to her. ‘This will help, you won’t be up all night and I have this lotion that should help ease the bruising on your neck…can I?’ He pointed to her throat and Y/n blushed, nodding her head. Sitting on the edge of the bed she pulled her hair into a bun and let him see the marks that had colored significantly since the hospital. ‘How a man does this to his women I will never know. You have wonderful skin, it should never be tainted with bruises.’ He gently rubbed the lotion into her skin and around her eye as well, enjoying being allowed to touch her.

‘Will you put some on my ribs too?’ Klaus nodded, watching as she pulled up his Henley and laid back. He desperately wanted to lean down and press his lips to her stomach, her beautiful untainted skin made him want to touch her everywhere. He took his time rubbing the lotion in everywhere, his cock awakening as he heard her sigh. ‘You’re really pretty. Do you know that? I bet women tell you that a lot.’ He smiled, seeing the sleeping meds beginning to kick in.

‘I’ve been told a time or two. Thank you Princess, you’re very sweet, aren’t you?’ She nodded quickly.

‘Uh huh. I’m the sweetest.’ She giggled and he quickly fixed his shirt to cover his now hard cock in his pajama pants. ‘Why aren’t you married? You’re a sexy doctor, you’re sweet and generous…and rich! Why you got no ring?’

‘Honestly? All of the women I’ve gone out with knew I was a doctor. Most women go out with doctors and only do it for the money. They expect fancy dinners and flowers and gifts and jewelry, they don’t care about me they just want a rich doctor.’ Her face fell instantly and all of a sudden she jumped up, wrapping around his neck and climbing into his lap with her legs around his hips. ‘Oh wow, okay. You’re a lovey little thing when you’re tired, aren’t you?’

‘You’re the sweetest! Why are women so awful!? You should be with a man because he’s wonderful and sweet…then again I moved in with a broke idiot at 17 because I loved him and I didn’t care about money and look at where I am? Mooching off a sexy doctor cause my boyfriend is an abusive fuck face! I’m such an idiot-‘

‘You’re not an idiot. He is for letting you go. I love the fact that you’re not a greedy bitch, you are wonderful and I think I fell in love with you the moment I saw you.’ Klaus was focused on holding his hips back so that she didn’t feel his hard-on against her pussy. She pulled back from his neck and looked up at him for just a moment before looking up and pressing her lips to his, completely surprising him.

He pressed his lips against hers and pressed his hand to her neck to hold her in place, hearing her moan against his mouth before seeming to realize all at once what she was doing and pulling back with a dark red face, nearly falling onto the floor if he hadn’t grabbed her. ‘Oh God! I’m sorry! Im so sorry Klaus, I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m so-‘ He pressed his hand over her mouth to stop her from talking.

‘Stop, it’s okay! It’s alright, I’m not upset. I’ve already told you that I like you. No more worrying, come on, let’s get in bed sleepy girl.’ She laid back on the pillows against her stuffed animal while he spread her new blanket over her. His hand reached up and brushed her hair from her face, seeing her eyes closed and watching her breathing even out as she drifts off, the medication wreaking havoc on her body and pushing her into dreamland. ‘Y/n?’ She didn’t respond to him so he tried again. ‘Y/n? Are you awake?’ Nothing. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her soft lips all over again and just imagining how they would feel around his cock. His hand trailed up her side, caressing her hip and ribs before pushing the shirt over her chest to reveal it to his eyes. ‘Fuck.’ Klaus groaned, hesitating only a second before leaning down and wrapping his lips around her nipple which cause her to gasp and moan a needy moan. Kissing across her breasts to suck on her other rosy nipple before kissing down her bruised ribs and belly until he got to his boxers. ‘Just a taste…just a little taste.’ The boxers came down easily though he froze halfway down as she moaned a bit, her hand moving to squeeze at her own breast in her sleep thanks to his actions. As the boxers got to her knees he looked at her pretty little pussy, spreading her lips apart and leaning down to trail his tongue up her slit, a high pitched moan falling from her perfect lips. ‘So sweet! God I want you to ride my face so fucking badly! Such a pretty little pussy.’ Klaus tried his best to be delicate as he tasted her, caressing her bud with his tongue and instantly becoming addicted to the sweet juices her cunt made especially for him. He pushed his middle finger into her hole and felt how tight she was, he knew that idiot couldn’t have even begun to make her feel good but Klaus knew that he could! He pulled the boxers off the rest of the way before lifting her legs onto his shoulders and burying his face into her pussy knowing that the medication had kicked in enough that she wouldn’t be waking and even if she did, with the high dose he gave her she would just pass it off as a dream.

Her hips began to move against his face after a few moments of him spearing his tongue into her tight hole and her sweet little whimpers had made him harder than he believes he’s ever been in his life. It didn’t take long before her muscles tightened and she came all over his mouth allowing him to clean the rest of her cream from her cunt before pulling away and finally taking a deep breath, resting his head on her thigh.

‘You’re mine now Princess, and I will never let you get away. I’m going to make you all mine.’ He sat up, ripping his pants and boxers away before spreading her legs and resting his cock against her wet slit. ‘I’m going to fuck you so full you’ll be carrying my babies before you know it. Can’t wait to see your belly swell with my child.’ He rocked back and forth, rubbing himself over her, unwilling to fuck her before she was awake to cry out in ecstasy but unable to stop himself from touching her sweet pussy. ‘All mine gorgeous.’ He growled, his hips jerking forward, covering his mouth to stop the loud cry that escaped his lips when he came all over her cunt. ‘Look how beautiful you are. Perfection.’ Grabbing his phone from his pocket he quickly snapped a picture of her like this, breasts exposed under her bunged up shirt, naked from the chest down and covered in his cum on her glistening pussy. ‘By tomorrow you will be beneath me willingly, and I promise you will enjoy every second of it.’

Klaus quickly cleaned her off before redressing her and lifting her from the bed, carrying her into his bedroom and tucking her under the covers beside him. He wrapped around her and before he could move her she snuggled her face into his chest where she comfortably slept for the rest of the night.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

am i the asshole for leading a guy on an low-key manipulating his feelings? (🐺 so i can find it later)

trigger warnings for mental health issues, family death, and suicide mentions.

title is kiiinda dramatic, i know. and i should be clear that i know that what i did was definitely wrong to a degree, but idk how messed up it was.

for context: i (19 f) was freshly seventeen and had just returned to in person school for my senior year after doing my junior year online at home. the majority of my best and only friend had forgotten me almost entirely and abandoned me despite our texting throughout my online year. new social circles had formed in my absence and i had a very difficult time readjusting, especially because i had come out of isolation with worsened anxiety, depression, and lowkey suicidal idealization. to top it all off, my grandfather who i adored had just died. i was desperately lonely and at the lowest i had ever been mentally in my entire life. i say this all not to excuse my actions but to provide some context as to why i acted the way i did.

so i meet this guy (i think like 15-16?) who we'll call finn. finn is a year below me but we share an elective class. we were initially drawn to each other bc we were both the only alt/geeky kids in the room and hit it off really well. and at first things are going pretty good; we eat lunch together every day, share music, talk about our interests etc. normal friend stuff.

but here's the part where i'm probably ta: finn had told me earlier on that he's the type to catch feelings super easy, so i guess i should've expected it, but he tells me that he has a crush on me. not directly though--he starts talking about this girl that he has feelings for but doesn't have the courage to confess to. and the first time he brought it up i didn't realize it was me and ofc tried to hype him up so he could confess and all that. but by the second conversation we have about it, it dawns on me that he's definitely talking about me. and i'm like "ah fuck," because the last person i wanted it to be was me--i'm mostly into girls, and also saw finn as a little brother more than anything else. but i keep hyping him up anyways saying stuff like "oh c'mon the worst she can do is say no! and even then you can at least move on with closure!"

so he takes my advice and confesses to me over text. i turn him down as politely as i can. which is where this whole thing should've ended tbh. but it didn't. his confession (even though it was over text) really endeared me and made me feel appreciated and beautiful in a way i never had been before. i'm not conventionally attractive + a plus size girl, and had never had anyone confess to me before, let alone say something as sincere and sweet as finn did to me. i was always the girl guys dared each other to ask out as a joke, yknow? it felt nice to know that someone saw me as desirable. again, this doesn't excuse my actions or justify them. just context.

so i decide that even though i know i'm not going to pursue anything with finn, i don't want him to lose interest in me either. so i start acting like i might be into him. tell him certain outfits make him look cute, go on and on about how much i love his hair (he really did have nice hair tbh), lean in a little closer when we talked, and constantly reassure him that he'd get a gf soon because good-looking, sweet and funny guys like him don't stay single for long.

he definitely notices bc he (again over text) asks if it's ok to be more physical when we interact. like can he hold my hand if we walk down the hall or whatever. this is definitely where i should've stopped, but i didn't. i kept up the pseudo-flirting bullshit.

and then he confesses (you guessed it! over text) for a second time, insisting that he really thinks that i like him back now. i tell him i don't know what he's talking about but that i'm happy to keep being friends with him. again, i don't stop the flirting-that's-not-quite-flirting.

this continues all the way until the end of the year. he tells me before i graduate that he really cares for me and doesn't want to lose touch after i leave. i promise him we won't. at this point i'd realized the gravity of my actions and had come to regret the way i treated finn, and decided the best course of action was to let our friendship fizzle out after i graduate. so i stop responding as frequently to him, he eventually stops reaching out until finally we lost contact and i delete his number.

i know that what happened was kinda fucked up, but how bad of a fuck up was this tumblr?

(secondary question: is this something that would've had a lasting impact on him and his view of relationships? i hope it isn't. i hope he forgot about me quickly. i hope he's doing better and has found someone who actually likes him.)

What are these acronyms?

[geekfanficwriter]

Spellbound- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU in which your soulmate's name appears on your wrist on your 18th birthday. You're one of the most popular girls in the school so when the school's residence freak's name appears on your wrist it can't be him, right? Words: 9.8k Warnings: Bullying, cheerleader!reader, slight angst, sort of enemies to lovers, reader is a bully

Author’s Note: This is the longest fic I’ve ever written but I hope people enjoy it!

‘Oh my god, I’m so excited for tomorrow.’ Chrissy squealed hanging off your arm as you both walked out of cheer practice.

‘Yeah, I think you’re more excited than me.’ You laughed. Tomorrow was your 18th birthday which meant the day you got your soulmate tattoo. Everyone found out the first name of their soulmate on their 18th birthday and the tattoo would remain until you and your soulmate showed each other your tattoos, after that they would glow for a moment before vanishing and you would officially know who you were meant to spend the rest of your life with. You personally thought it was bullshit, how could the universe know that you were meant to be with? What if you hated your soulmate or fell in love with someone else? You didn’t like the idea that you weren’t responsible for your fate.

‘Maybe it’s Matthew, he turns 18 in a month so he doesn’t have it yet.’ Chrissy speculated as the two of you approached the car park.

��God I hope not. Matthew is a dick.’ You grimaced. Matthew was one of the basketball guys that you regularly hung out with and you hated him. He was arrogant and felt entitled to whatever girl he wanted. You rather die than be stuck with him for the rest of your life. You waved Chrissy off as she ran over to Jason’s car as you walked towards your own. You dug through your purse looking for your keys until you felt yourself walk into someone, dropping your purse and the contents spilling all over the floor.

‘Oh my god, watch where you’re going.’ You snap looking up to see who walked into you. You saw a mop of messy brown hair and big round eyes and realised you’d walked into Eddie Munson, the leader of the Hellfire Club. You didn’t know much about him but from what you heard you knew you weren’t safe being alone with him right now. Obviously, you’d seen his tirades in the cafeteria and you felt like he was such a weirdo. You knelt down, trying to quickly shove all your stuff in your purse and get away. He didn’t say anything to you, just knelt down and helped you out. You hadn’t expected him to do that.

‘Umm, thanks.’ You said as you finished packing up your bag, grabbing your keys and holding them in your hand.

‘It’s alright.’ He nodded at you and walked away, heading towards his van. You watched him walked towards his van in confusion. He hadn’t been creepy or weird, he had barely spoken to you and had been kind enough to help you out. You also had to admit that close up he was kind of cute. I mean you’d never date him but you could appreciate a nice face. You shook off the weird feeling and walked towards your car, wanting to get home.

You woke up in the morning and sighed. Today was the day, the day you would find out which asshole you were meant to spend the rest of your life with. When you and Chrissy had spoken on the phone last night she’d tried to convince you to stay up til midnight and watch the tattoo appear but you’d not been interested. You were tired from cheer practice and knew today would be a tiring day of people asking you about your soulmate so you wanted your sleep. You had to admit even though you didn’t believe in this shit you were curious about who the universe had paired you up with. You took a deep breath and looked down at your wrist, reading the name printed in a clear text. Edward. Who the hell was Edward?

‘Let me see, let me see, let me see.’ Chrissy practically ran at you, nearly jumping up and down.

‘Okay calm down.’ You said holding out your wrist. She looked down at the name on your wrist and frowned.

‘I don’t know any Edwards.’ She pouted clearly disappointed that she couldn’t drag you over to the love of your life right that second.

‘Yeah, it’ll probably be some guy I go to college with or something.’ You shrug as you reach your locker and start grabbing the books for your current class.

‘Yeah, I guess. I was just really excited that you’d meet the love of your life today.’ You rolled your eyes. You thought it was cute that Chrissy believed in all this stuff but you were honestly not interested. You just wanted to go about your life, and not have it revolve around some guy.

‘Maybe it’s because you know who your soulmate is?’ You questioned. Even though Chrissy hadn’t had her 18th birthday, Jason had and his wrist very clearly read Chrissy so everyone knew the day she turned 18 the name Jason would appear. You knew for someone like Chrissy it would probably disappointing that she didn’t get the excitement of finding out her soulmate the day she turned 18 but at least she also loved the person she was meant to be spending her life with before. You meet this Edward and would have to develop a love for him while knowing he was your soulmate, and that just felt weird. You would go your whole life not knowing if your love was real or something you felt because you were supposed to.

‘Yeah, I mean it’s so exciting that yours is a mystery. Maybe he’s Italian or something.’ Chrissy said excitingly.

‘His name is Edward, pretty sure he’s not Italian.’ You laughed at that moment.

‘Well anyway, I haven’t got your gift with me. I’ll give it to you tomorrow before your party.’ Chrissy said, switching subjects. You were happy, you didn’t want to talk about your soulmate anymore. You were much more excited about your party. Your parents had decided to take a trip away so you were throwing a big birthday party where the majority of the senior year was invited and Chrissy was coming over early to help you set up and get ready together.

‘It better be good. Otherwise, I’m getting you dirt for your birthday.’ You joke. You knew Chrissy would get you a good gift, she always did. Just at that moment, the bell rang and you walked towards your class.

By the time lunch rolled around you were so done with this whole soulmate thing. It felt like every 30 seconds someone was asking you about who your soulmate was. You kept your answers vague, just saying that you didn’t know who it was and you probably hadn’t met him yet. Most people accepted that answer, knowing that you wouldn’t open up more but a couple had pushed for a name to which you just ignored them in order to avoid screaming at them.

You dropped your tray down on the table opposite Chrissy and Jason sighing as you did so. Chrissy looked up at you and saw your frustrated face and gave you a sympathetic look. It wasn’t that you didn’t like being at the centre of attention, you loved it, but you wanted it to be for any other reason than this.

‘So, Y/N, who’s the soulmate?’ Jason asked you as you started to pick at your food.

‘Don’t know, never met anyone with his name.’ You shrugged.

‘Oh my god, maybe you know. Do you know any Edwards?’ Chrissy asked excitedly turning to her boyfriend. The second she said the name Jason started laughing and you glared at him. You knew from his laughter that he knew something you didn’t.

‘What’s so funny?’ You asked. You could tell he was using the mocking laugh that he normally reserved for people below him on the social ladder and you didn’t like the way it was directed at you. Normally you would laugh along with him but you were on the same level as him so he shouldn’t be laughing at you. Hell, you were probably even more popular than him.

‘What do you think the freak’s first name is?’ He said between his laugh.

‘It’s Eddie, what’s your- oh my god.’ You said realising what he was implying. Eddie, short for Edward. He thought that the school’s resident devil worshipper was your soulmate.

‘No, there’s no way. I mean I can’t be with someone like that. It’s definitely a different Edward.’ You say shocked. I mean if this got out that there was even a chance your soulmate was him, your reputation would be ruined. And you definitely couldn’t date him, your life would be over.

‘I can go pin him down and pull up his sleeve if you want.’ Jason laughed, clearly thinking this whole thing is a joke. You glared at him.

‘No, because he’s not my soulmate. Besides even if he is this whole thing is stupid, I mean I’m definitely not meant to be with him. Look at him and look at me.’ You said pointing over at him where he sat with his friends. God they all looked like such losers, you could never be seen with him.

‘It could be cute, opposites attract and all.’ Chrissy shrugged. You love Chrissy but sometimes you hated how nice she was. She was kind to everyone regardless of social status and it bothered you cause it made you look like a bitch next to her.

‘No, it wouldn’t be cute, it would be like the world was ending. I mean ew. Just ew.’ You couldn’t imagine being stuck with someone like him. Even if he was your soulmate, doesn’t mean you had to be with him. You would never be with him.

You looked into the mirror and sighed straightening your dress one more time and making sure the necklace Chrissy had given you was straight. It was a friendship necklace and she had the matching one which you love. Sure it was kind of cheesy but it was very Chrissy to get the two of you necklaces so ‘you wouldn’t find a new best friend in college’ (her words not yours). You walked out of the room and knocked on the bathroom door to check on Chrissy.

‘You alright, Chris?’ You yelled through the door. You hear some shuffling about and then the door opened to Chrissy who was wiping her mouth. You didn’t know how to help her with this stuff so you just gave her a hug.

‘I’m okay, Y/N.’ She told you, hugging you back.

‘You sure? I can cancel tonight and we can put on our pyjamas and watch movies.’

‘No, no. Besides people are literally about to show up.’ She laughed and you nodded, grabbing her and walking downstairs. You heard the doorbell ring and opened the door to the first group of people who were the other cheerleaders and some of the basketball players including Jason. You greeted them all and led them through to the kitchen where they could grab drinks, grabbing one yourself.

More and more people arrived and soon the party was in full swing, music was blasting and people were socialising or dancing. You walked passed a couple who were making out and made a disgusted face as you headed outside, looking for some of your closer friends as Chrissy and Jason had ran off. As you reached your garden looking at all the people out there when you saw a familiar face hovering around.

‘What the hell is he doing here?’ You asked Patrick who was leaning against the wall of your house.

‘People wanted weed and he’s a dealer.’ Patrick shrugged. You stormed over and grabbed Eddie by the arm glaring at him.

‘You weren’t invited.’ You told him crossing your arms.

‘I was, someone called me asking for weed.’ He told you as if it wasn’t a big deal that he was at your house.

‘Well this is my house and my party and I didn’t invite you so leave.’ You said pointing for him to get away.

‘Fine, I’m going.’ He said starting to walk away. ‘God, I hope you aren’t my soulmate.’ He mumbled as he walked away. You almost missed it but you just heard it.

‘What did you just say?’ You said following him around to the side of your house and grabbing his arm, turning him around to look at him.

‘Why would I be your soulmate?’ You ask him as he scoffs at you.

‘Don’t worry, you definitely aren’t. You don’t have to worry about your reputation being ruined.’ You didn’t respond, instead, you just turned over his arm and pulled up his sleeve, seeing your name clearly written there. You gasped and held out your wrist with his name on it and both your tattoos started glowing and then disappeared completely. You stood there frozen in place as you looked down at your now blank arm completely in shock. Eddie didn’t say anything either, he seemed to be as shocked as you. Eventually, you reacted, running away from him back into your house and up the stairs to your room. There was a couple in your room but you kicked them out and sat down on your bed, placing your head in your hands. You felt tears fill your eyes and you reached into your tissue box and found it empty. You knew you kept some in your bag so you dug through it, and as you were looking through it your found something else. It was a chain bracelet that definitely wasn’t yours. It must’ve been Eddie’s and had fallen off when you’d bumped into him a few days ago. You crammed it back in your bag. You didn’t want to think about Eddie or soulmates or anything. You just wanted to curl up. You heard a knock at your door and groaned.

‘Go away!’ You yelled, not moving from your place on the floor. You heard the door open anyway and you turned round to yell at the person when you saw it was Chrissy.

‘Hey, someone said they saw you looking freaked out and I came to check on you.’ She said sitting down on the floor next to you.

‘I’m fine.’ You sighed, not looking over at her.

‘And that’s why you're sitting on your bedroom floor while there’s a party going on outside?’ She asked. You sighed and held out your arm. Chrissy looked confused before realising it was blank.

‘Oh my god, who is it? Are they cute?’ She said wrapping her arm around you.

‘It’s Munson.’ You said quietly. You didn’t want to say it but you had to tell her. She was your best friend.

‘Oh well, maybe it could work. You just need to get to know him. Be kind.’ She told you as you rested your head on her shoulder.

‘Absolutely not. You know I don’t believe in this soulmate stuff and there’s no way I’m spending the rest of my life with him.’ You shook your head, you just couldn’t imagine being with him forever.

‘You don’t need to be so negative. I’ve spoken to him before and he’s actually really nice.’ You sit up looking up at her shocked.

‘When have you ever spoken to him?’ You asked, looking confused.

‘Oh, you know just in classes and stuff.’ She said and you could tell she was lying.

‘Have you been buying drugs? Chrissy, you shouldn’t do that shit.’ You scolded her.

‘It’s only occasionally when things get too much.’ She admits tears welling in her eyes. You hugged her, rubbing her back.

‘You don’t need to do drugs, you can always come to me. You’re my best friend.’

‘I know I’m sorry. I just don’t want to bother you. You’ve got so much on your plate.’ She cries slightly as you comfort her.

‘You would never bother me.’ You tell her, being genuine. Chrissy was your best friend and you’d do anything for her.

‘Anyway? Do you think you could actually get to know Eddie for me?’ She smiles at you slightly and you roll your eyes.

‘Anything, except that. Now come on, let's fix up our makeup and head back out.’ You stand up off the floor and grab Chrissy’s hand, pulling her up.

On Monday morning you had resolved what you were going to do. You were going to confront Eddie and tell him there was no chance of the two of you ever getting together. You knew he was probably excited that his soulmate was someone popular like you but just because the universe had decided you were meant to be didn’t mean you were actually going to be with him.

First thing in the morning you made your way over to his locker where he was standing with those weird friends of his. You stormed straight up to him and didn’t even give him a chance to speak.

‘Meet me in your spot in the woods at lunch.’ You told him before storming off, not giving him a chance to respond.

At lunch you headed over to the woods, putting down your jacket on the bench where Eddie normally did his deals before sitting down, you didn’t want to ruin your cheer skirt, especially as you had practice this afternoon. It didn’t take long for Eddie to show up after you, gripping his lunchbox that you knew was filled with drugs.

‘So what do you want? Weed? Pills?’ He asked, sitting down in front of you and opening the lunchbox, looking through it.

‘You know that’s not why I’m here.’ You said with your arms crossed. He sighed and closed the lunchbox.

‘I haven’t told anyone if that’s what you’re wondering. Believe me, I’m as embarrassed as you are.’ He says his arms crossed over his torso. You look at him with a glare.

‘You’re embarrassed?’ You exclaim. ‘Your soulmate is one of the most popular girls in school, you have no reason to be embarrassed. I, however, do.’

‘You’re right, what reason would I have to be embarrassed by a soulmate who’s a mega-bitch?’ He shoots back.

‘I have a reason to be a bitch, my entire reputation is on the line!’ You yell. Did he not understand how important it was to you to keep your spot in the school?

‘Oh no, somebody might think you’re weird because you’re soulmates the school’s resident freak. How tragic. You know what maybe I should tell people. It might knock you down a peg or two.’ He shot you a mean grin and you looked at him, mouth agape.

‘You can’t do that, it’ll ruin my reputation.’ You looked at him wide-eyed. I mean you knew he hated you but this was just cruel. How could he think to ruin something so important to you?

‘Oh no, you might have to live a life where people think you’re a freak, how terrible.’ He fake pouted at you. ‘Actually yeah, I think I will start telling people. You can find out for once what it’s like to be on the receiving end of all your shit.’ He stands up and starts to walk away but you get up, grabbing his arm and turning him to face you.

‘You can’t do this, my reputation is all I have.’ You beg him. You didn’t want to have to beg for anything from Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson but you couldn’t have your reputation ruined.

‘Please, don’t kid yourself. You come from a rich family with happily married parents, and you can afford to go to some nice fancy college where you’ll make plenty of new friends and be on top in no time. You’ve got plenty of other things going for you.’ He scoffs back at you. You let out a laugh.

‘That just shows how little you know about me.’ You tell him. ‘You want to know the truth about me? Fine. I didn’t get into any college, none of the colleges I applied to even waitlisted me. It was just a straight-out rejection. I’ve told everyone that I’m going to NYU but in reality, I have no idea what I’m doing. So now I have no clue what I’m going to do with my life but I’ll probably end up working some shitty retail job for the rest of my life. And as far as my family goes well they fucking suck as well. My dad has a gambling addiction and our house is about to be reclaimed by the bank so soon I’m going to have nowhere to live and my parents' so-called happy marriage? Yeah, that’s bullshit too. I mean they’re meant to be soulmates but I’ve never met two people who hated each other more and rather than just getting a divorce and accepting that the universe is bullshit and doesn’t know how to pair up people, they play happy families while fucking other people. So yeah, my reputation is the only thing I have and in a few months, I’ll be one of those losers who peaked in high school and never did anything with their lives but until then I’d appreciate it if you could keep quiet.’ You breathed heavily as you finished your rant. You hadn’t told anyone, any of that, not even Chrissy, so you didn’t know why you told Eddie. You felt a pair of arms wrap around you and suddenly you realised that you had started crying while speaking. It felt weird to have someone like Eddie, someone who you didn’t even like comforting you but at the same time, it was nice.

‘I’m sorry.’ Eddie mumbled as you cried into his chest. You felt vulnerable for once in your life. The feeling scared you so you reacted in the only way you knew how. You pushed Eddie away from you and ran away, leaving him behind looking confused and shocked.

Avoiding Eddie should’ve been the easiest thing ever but it was like no matter where you looked there he was. Suddenly he was like a ghost who haunted you and no one else, around every corner, in every hallway. You just wanted him to vanish but he never would. You had stopped making fun of him and his friends since that day in the woods last week in hopes he would keep your secrets quiet, which so far he had, but god you wished he wasn’t here. Especially as every time, you saw him your pulse raced and you couldn’t help but stare at him. But it didn’t mean anything. If it did all it meant was that you hadn’t had a hookup in a while and he seemed like an easy option. You sighed as you turned into the hallway containing your locker to see him yet again heading towards you. He avoided making eye contact with you, instead just moving past you but you knew he noticed you and you noticed him.

You arrived at your locker and realised pretty quickly that everyone was staring at you and whispering. This was a pretty common occurrence for you but this felt weird like everyone was in on some secret except you. You just rolled your eyes and ignored it, pulling out your books and heading down the hallway where all your friends were standing.

‘Hey, guys. What’s up?’ You greeted the other members of the cheer squad and their boyfriends who stood there. They looked at you, giving you a look that you’d only ever seen directed at others. A look you had given a hundred times yourself. It was a look like you were dirt off the bottom of their shoes like you weren’t anyone worth interacting with. The only person who didn’t look at you that way was Chrissy who had a pitying look on her face.

‘Okay is someone going to tell me what the fuck is going on?’ You snap, crossing your arms over your chest.

‘What’s going on is we don’t talk to people like you and we certainly don’t cheer with people like me.’ Jessica, one of the girls on your cheer team, said.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ You glare, squaring up at her. You weren’t going to let someone who couldn’t even remember a simple cheer talk to you like that.

‘We know who your soulmate is and clearly, there’s only one way you could’ve ended up with someone like that. You’re a freak too.’ You felt the colour drain from your face. How the fuck had they found out? Who had told them?

‘You know I don’t believe in that soulmate bullshit so why does it even matter?’ You rolled your eyes, playing it like you weren’t totally freaking out on the inside.

‘I think you were the one who kicked Cindy off the cheer team when we found out her soulmate was Brian and believe me, Eddie is a million times worse than anyone else at this school.’

‘And who died and made you queen? Last I checked I was Captain and I was the one who pulled you out of the dirt. Before you met me you were some loser with acne and no hope of ever getting a boy to even look at you. I can easily put you back there.’ You spit back, venom flying off every word.

‘You were Captain. We took a vote, you’re being removed from the squad, effective immediately and Chrissy will be taking your place.’ Jessica looked at you with a smug smile as your eyes immediately flew to your best friends. She couldn’t even make eye contact with you, instead focusing intensely on her hands. You scoffed and shook your head.

‘Fine, I can do better than you bitches anyway.’ You stormed off and you knew exactly where you were going. To find Eddie Munson and kill him for telling everyone about the two of you. You heard a voice call your name as you walked away and you spun round to see Chrissy running towards you.

‘Don’t blame Eddie for telling everyone.’ She looked at you with pleading eyes.

‘Why not? He ruined my life, I’m going to ruin his.’ You said with a fire in your voice.

‘He didn’t tell anyone. It’s all my fault. I told Jason because I thought he would keep it secret but he told everyone else.’ Her eyes welled with tears as you spoke. You looked at her for a second with your mouth agape before you burst out with a cruel laugh.

‘Of course. It all makes sense now. You wanted what I had so you played the one card you had.’ You shook your head at her.

‘What? No, I would never do that.’ She looked at you, shocked that you would think that.

‘Oh please, save the innocent lamb act for someone who believes it. I know what you really are. And here, take this, give it to Jessica or whichever one of those bitches you actually care about.’ You reached behind your neck and undid the friendship necklace, Chrissy had given you, throwing it into her hand before walking away.

By the time lunch rolled around the whole school knew about your soulmate and how you’d been ousted from the cheer squad. There were constant whispers following you everywhere and now you didn’t have the protection of your reputation everyone who you’d spent the last few years making fun of had decided it was open season and you were prey. You finally understood how everyone you bullied felt and you felt incredibly guilty for the way you had treated people. You were just happy you had found an empty table to eat your lunch at and remained unbothered. You kept your head down, not focusing on anything around you and wishing that the bell would ring so you could go to class, at least there you wouldn’t be as vulnerable as you were right now.

‘Hey, bitch.’ A voice yelled from somewhere in the cafeteria. You ignored it. You knew it was probably directed at you but you hoped the person would just go away if you kept your head down.

‘I’m talking to you, bitch.’ Jason said from directly behind you, gripping the back of your head and pulling it up to meet his gaze. You felt tears well in your eyes as he held your hair tightly in his hand, nearly pulling it out of your scalp.

‘You made my girlfriend cry and I won’t let anyone get away with that, especially not a loser like you.’ You gasped in pain as he gripped your hair even tighter. How could so much have changed in a day? How could you be the one at the bottom instead of on top where you belonged?

‘Hey man, let go of her.’ Another voice said. You didn’t need to look to know who it was (although you couldn’t if you wanted to). It was Eddie. The hand gripping the back of your head let go, harshly pushing you forward as you let out gasps.

‘Aw, defending your soulmate, freak. How cute.’ Jason said mockingly, turning to face Eddie.

‘No, I just think men who put their hands on women are pieces of shit.’ Eddie said, his voice incredibly calm.

‘You fucking freak.’ You didn’t see what happened next, too busy recovering from your own ordeal, but you heard a bone-cracking crunch and a yell from behind you. You turned around, expecting to see Eddie clutching his nose but instead it was Jason kneeling over, blood dripping from his hands which were clutched around his face. You didn’t want to see what happened next so you quickly stood up and made your way out of the cafeteria.

The second you were outside the school you collapsed to your knees on the hard pavement, sobs overtaking your body. Your life had become hell in the space of a few hours.

You tried to breathe but it felt like no air was entering your lungs so instead you hyperventilated, panicking but not being about to do anything about it.

‘Hey, hey, it’s okay.’ You heard a voice say, feeling an arm wrap around your shoulder. ‘You’re having a panic attack. Come on, deep breath in, deep breath out.’ You tried to focus on breathing but it was as if every bodily function had shut down. It took a moment of whoever was there coaching you through your breaths but eventually you were breathing normally again, your heart rate slowly returning to its normal rhythm. You looked up and saw the person in front of you was Eddie, staring at you with a look of concern on his face.

‘Why are you being so nice to me?’ You speak your voice strained. You didn’t understand, you’d spent the last god knows how many years making his life hell? Why wouldn’t he just let the same happen to you? You would if you were him.

‘Because no one deserves to be treated the way you are currently.’ He sighed and stood up, holding out a hand to you. You took it and he helped pull you up off the floor. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shivering. You weren’t cold but it felt like your entire body had shut down and was now rebooting. Eddie shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulder. As you wrapped it around yourself tightly. It smelt of a strong musky cologne that was clearly being used as an attempt to mask the smell of cigarette smoke but was failing miserably. You didn’t completely hate the smell, it was comforting in a way.

‘You don’t have to do this, you know? You could just leave me here. I would.’ For the first time in your life, you avoid making eye contact with someone, genuinely ashamed of yourself.

‘I’m not going to do that. It would be cruel. Now come on, I’ll drive you home. You’re in no state to go back inside.’ You nod and Eddie leads you over to his van, his hand hovering near the small of your back. You quickly climb in once you reach the van and Eddie climbs around the other side, pulling out of the parking lot. The drive is mostly silent except for you giving Eddie directions and the quiet music coming from his speakers. You don’t recognise the songs but you know it’s one of the metal bands he listens to. Surprisingly, you don’t completely hate it and find yourself tapping along to it, although you can’t tell if that’s out of nervousness or not.

Eventually, you pull up outside your house and you look over at Eddie who’s fiddling with the rings on his hands.

‘Thanks for the ride. I really appreciate it.’ You smile awkwardly at him, not sure what else to say.

‘It’s okay. Anytime.’ He shrugs. You fiddle with the door handle for a moment considering what to do.

‘Do you want to come in? I don’t want to be alone right now.’ You ask before your brain really registers what you’re saying.

‘Umm, you sure? Aren’t your parents home?’ He looks at you with a frown and you feel your cheeks growing red with embarrassment. Why did you invite him in? You should’ve just left. God, what if he thinks you’re inviting him in for sex.

‘My dad’s at work and my mom has aerobics class all afternoon.’ You shrug. The last part was a lie. Your mom was next door, screwing the neighbour but you’d already told Eddie too much about your mess of a family. He didn’t need to know more. ‘You don’t have to come in. I’ll be fine.’

‘No, I’ll come in. I wouldn’t want you to be alone.’ You nod and climb out of the car, pulling your house keys out of your bag and heading towards the door, Eddie following closely behind you. You open the door and lead Eddie upstairs into your room. You both stand there awkwardly, waiting for the other one to make a move.

‘I’m going to change out of this.’ You eventually say, heading over to your wardrobe and grabbing a pair of sweats and a random t-shirt before heading into your en-suite. The second you look in the mirror you realise just how terrible you look right now. Your makeup is all streaked down your face and your skin is all blotchy. You quickly change your outfit and clean your face. You consider for a moment reapplying your makeup but decide against it and head out of the bathroom to see Eddie sitting in your desk chair. You make your way over to your bed, curling up underneath the covers.

‘I’m never moving from here.’ You inform Eddie as you make yourself comfortable.

‘Don’t be ridiculous. You’re going to go to school tomorrow and you’re going to use your evil powers for good and let them know you can’t be fucked with.’ You let out a snort at his words.

‘But what if I’m too far gone and I’m just too obsessed with power? Like Smeagol.’ Your eyes widened as you finish the sentence. You did not just let slip that you had read Lord of the Rings.

‘Y/N Y/L/N, are you secretly a nerd?’ Eddie narrows his eyes at you and your cheeks flush under his gaze.

‘No, of course not. We had to read it for English class.’ You lie.

‘No, we didn’t I’d remember that.’ He informs you and you let out a sigh.

‘Fine, maybe in Middle School before I became cool, I liked fantasy.’ You admit, rolling your eyes. ‘But I haven’t been into that stuff since I was a kid.’

‘That’s weird. I don’t remember you in Middle School. I feel like you just showed up on the first day of High School.’

‘Yeah, that’s by design. Over summer, I went through a complete transformation. Changed my hair, started wearing contacts, changed my wardrobe, and took gymnastic lessons so I could join Cheer. I couldn’t handle another year of being the loser who played the violin.’ You told him, thinking back to how painful that summer had actually been. You had given up everything you loved in order to make sure you’d be in with the popular crowd.

‘Oh my god! I do remember you. You were a really good violin player, like could’ve joined a professional orchestra good. I can’t believe you gave that up.’ He exclaimed. He couldn’t believe that you were the same person. You really had gone through a transformation.

‘Wanna know a secret? I never gave it up. Still play when no one’s around. Even teach some kids for extra cash.’ You shrug as if it wasn’t a big deal.

‘Wow, that’s amazing.’ Eddie looks at you with wide eyes, slowly realising that you weren’t the girl he thought you were. You had layers that ran deeper than he thought.

‘Yeah. That’s why I didn’t get into any colleges. They were all music schools and I guess compared to someone who’s spent their entire High School career focusing on music, I’m not that good. I actually did get into community college but I just don’t know if I want to go.’ You admit the full truth of your college situation. You had lied earlier but the truth would’ve involved admitting your love for music.

‘Well, screw those schools. I bet I wouldn’t get in and I’m the best guitarist I know.’ You let out a genuine laugh. You couldn’t believe how comfortable you were around Eddie. You had spent years hiding who you were and pretending to be someone else and now you were here with someone who you never expected to be around, with no fake persona, just being you.

‘Thanks, Eddie. I can’t believe I’m actually going to say this but it’s been nice to spend time with you.’ You both grinned genuine smiles at each other. You couldn’t believe it. You had forgotten in the past few years that there we actually kind people out there, that your friends weren’t just out to stab you in the back at the first opportunity. It felt nice to be around someone who seemed to genuinely care.

‘Yeah, I can’t believe it either but I also had a good time.’ Eddie rubs the back of his neck. You couldn’t believe how lucky you’d gotten with your soulmate. Your eyes widened at your thought. You absolutely were not thinking about Eddie in a romantic way. Clearly, your brain was all confused cause usually when guys were nice to you they just wanted to sleep with you so it was some sort of psychological thing.

‘You look like you’ve just realised that the person you’re hanging out with is Hawkins resident ‘Satan worshipper’.’ He puts air quotes around the last words and you shake your head.

‘Nah, nothing like that. Just, nothing.’ You trail off unsure what to say. What sort of effect did this boy have on you? It was like he was some sort of devil, seducing you into telling him all your secrets and becoming a complete idiot around him. You stare at him. His arms we exposed as he had given you his jacket and you were shocked to see they were actually quite muscular. You were fascinated by his tattoos and rings, he was unlike anyone else you’d ever seen.

‘Why are you staring at me like that?’ He asks cautiously as if you’re observing him throw an insult at him.

‘Can I see your tattoos?’ You ask without thinking. Eddie nods and scoots your desk chair closer to the bed, holding out his arms to you. You turn them slowly in your hands, tracing the ink slowly with your fingers. Eddie’s breath hitched in his throat, his heart racing. He couldn’t help it, he had always thought you were pretty, even if your attitude had been horrific and now it was like within the space of a few hours you’d become a completely different person. And even though he knew you viewed the changes in your life as bad, he thought they were maybe good for you.

‘Did they hurt?’ You ask as you trace them, before moving your hands down to his own to examine the rings on his fingers.

‘Yeah, but it isn’t too bad. More of a dull ache than anything.’ He shrugs, trying to not focus on the fact that you were basically holding his hands. You glance up, looking him directly in the eyes and he was pretty sure his heart was about to jump into his throat. He swallowed as you looked at him, looking completely different from the mean cheerleader he’d known before. Your own heart was pounding in your chest as you stared deeply into his beautiful brown eyes. How had you never noticed how perfect his eyes were before now? They drew you in like he was a siren singing a beautiful song.

You don’t know who lent in first but the next thing you know your lips are pressed together in a passionate kiss. Eddie removes one of his hands from yours, wrapping it tightly in your hair as if he’s trying to hold you as close as possible. You rest your free hand on his leg feeling his skin through the rip in his jean. You couldn’t believe how amazing he was at kissing. You know understood what people meant when they said kissing your soulmate was different. It was like his lips were made for yours.

Eventually, you pulled away, resting your forehead against Eddie’s as you both kept your eyes closed. You were worried if you opened your eyes, you’d be awake from whatever had happened. That it would all be a dream and you wouldn’t have just had your complete world turned upside down. Or even worse, reality would set in and Eddie would remember that you were the person who had spent the last four years making everyone around your lives hell.

‘Wow, am I that bad a kisser?’ Eddie laughed, moving his hand from the back of your head and wiping away tears you didn’t know had fallen.

‘No, the opposite. I just don’t understand how you can kiss me like that and not think of all the horrible things I’ve done.’ You sob out. It was as if four years of guilt you’d been suppressing were pilling on all at once. You had hidden the guilt deep down inside you but it had always been there and like a storm brewing, it all came at once.

‘Hey.’ Eddie said wrapping his arms around you. ‘I’m not going to tell you it’s okay or pretend that everyone is going to forgive you because they’re not. But I am going to say that I can already see a change in you and I think it’s a good change and I’m personally excited to meet the new and improved Y/N who cares about the others around her.’ You smile slightly at his words. You’d never had someone believe that you could be anything other than what you were. It was nice to have someone who believed that you could actually make a positive improvement and that something other than popularity matters.

‘You’re too good, Eddie Munson.’ You murmured into his shoulder. It was true. You’d always thought he would be a terrible person who didn’t care about anything but he was kind-hearted and cared about others. He was the complete opposite of everything you’d believed him to be.

‘I’m not. I think any normal person would do what I’m doing.’ He rubbed your shoulder and you pulled your head up to look at him, grinning slightly as you did so.

‘So you think any normal person would kiss me like that?’ You tease, pulling up your hand to wrap a strand of his hair around your finger.

‘Oh, I think they’d want to. I mean they’d have to be insane to not view you as a goddess.’ He smiles at you.

‘Smooth. I’ve never heard that line before.’ You grin at him. He shakes his head.

‘Not a line just telling you the truth.’ He shrugs, leaning in and kissing you again in the most amazing kiss you’ve experienced.

It felt weird heading into school without your cheer uniform on. It was the first time since Freshman year that you hadn’t worn in but no matter how uncomfortable you held your head and jumped out of Eddie’s van ignoring all the stares and whispers. Eddie had ended up staying with you for hours, just talking and kissing, eventually, he headed back to his own place but he had offered you a ride to school as you had left your car there the night before.

As you walked into school you headed straight over to the group of cheerleaders and jocks who stood talking, your cheer uniform in hand. Eddie was following close behind you but he was keeping his distance, letting you deal with it yourself. They looked over at you and laughed but you kept heading in their direction, not letting up.

‘I just thought I’d return my uniform. Unfortunately, it got a bit destroyed.’ You hand the cheer uniform over to Chrissy who holds up the tattered pieces. After Eddie had left you had decided to pick up your uniform off the bathroom floor and took a pair of scissors to it. Slightly petty but you could’ve easily done worse.

‘What the fuck did you do? That’s school property.’ Jessica screeched, grabbing the uniform from Chrissy’s hands.

‘As if you give a shit. Or were you thinking of giving it to whatever poor loser you find to replace me? Maybe you can give them yours considering you can’t even stay on beat.’ You reply, looking at Jessica with fire in your eyes.

‘I think you’ve forgotten. You’re a loser now. I’m planning to make your life hell already, don’t make it worse for yourself. Or your freak boyfriend.’ She snaps back. You sigh and turn towards Kyle, her boyfriend.

‘Kyle, you remember when Jessica disappeared during your birthday party last year? She was screwing Tom, yes the Tom you call your best friend.’ Jessica’s mouth falls open as Kyle turns to Tom pushing him against the locker. Holding his fist up.

‘Boys, stop.’ You say clicking your fingers, and they both turn to face you. ‘You can beat the shit out of each other in a second but first, you’re all going to understand this. I have dirt on every single person here. If you make my life, Eddie’s life, hell anyone in this whole school’s life hell and I’ll start dropping secrets like bombs. And believe me, there’s some stuff you never want out there, especially if I decide that the Hawkins PD would be more interested than just High Schoolers.’ You have your arms crossed over your chest as they all stare at you, fear in their eyes. You turn on your heel and walk away, reaching Eddie who is standing a few feet away.

‘Okay, I’m officially scared of you.’ He laughs and you smile back at him.

‘I’m pretty sure you’re the one who told me to use my evil powers for good.’ You smile and wrap your arms around his neck. ‘And just to make sure they know where I stand.’ You lean forward and kiss him hard. Eddie was shocked for a moment but he kissed you back, his hands gripping your waist hard.

‘I think I got confused between scared and turned on.’ Eddie says making you laugh.

‘Don’t get any ideas. At least not until we’re out of school. I’ll see you at lunch.’ You lean up and give him one more kiss before walking to your first-period class.

You hold your lunch tray in your hand and make your way over to Eddie’s table, sitting in the empty seat to his right. Eddie’s friends all stare at you with wide eyes but you don’t react. You understood why they’d be terrified of you, especially with the way you’ve acted towards them in the last few years.

‘So you’re really Eddie’s soulmate then?’ His friend with shaggy brown hair asked and you shrugged.

‘I guess so. I’m not complaining though.’ You smile at Eddie.

‘You don’t care that your entire life basically has just fallen apart?’ His friend asked and you flinched slightly at his words.

‘I wouldn’t say my entire life has fallen apart. I’m just starting a new chapter in my life. One where I’m not a massive bitch, at least to people who don’t deserve it.’ You hope they believe your words. You really were trying to make a difference in yourself. You were going to become a better person, stop hurting others and focus on yourself, not just your reputation.

‘So are you going to play DnD with us?’ One of the younger members of his group with us and Eddie lets out a snort.

‘I don’t think that’s happening.’ Eddie laughs and you look over at him with a glare.

‘Why not? I bet I’d be great at it.’

‘It’s a really complicated game, it’s completely different from anything you’ve ever played.’

‘Oh, so you think I can’t learn. I’m going to prove you so wrong. I bet I can figure it out with any help from you.’ You were pretty defiant now, you didn’t like being told you couldn’t do something. You kept a playfulness in your tone, making sure Eddie knew you weren’t being a bitch and were just joking with him.

‘Fine, I’ll lend you my books.’ He sighs.

‘Oh good, you’ve already learnt not to defy me.’ You grin at him.

‘Believe me, if I hadn’t. I definitely would’ve this morning.’

‘I thought you said-‘

‘Y/N can we talk?’ You were cut off by a voice saying and you turned to see Chrissy standing near you.

‘Fine.’ You sigh, standing up and nodding your head for Chrissy to follow you to the edge of the cafeteria. You turn to face her with your arms crossed and she looks at you with big eyes.

‘Y/N I’m so sorry. I never should’ve told Jason who your soulmate was.’ She says with a genuine tone in her voice but you’re keeping your guard up, not trusting her.

‘Come on. You know I’d expected any of the other girls to stab me in the back but not you. I mean that hurt more than anything else.’ You frown at Chrissy who looks like she’s trying not to cry.

‘I turned down the head cheerleader position. I told them that the only person who deserves that position is you and that you were the only captain I’d support.’

‘Well, I appreciate that Chris but that doesn’t change the fact that you didn’t stand up for me at first. I’ve done so terrible things but you’re my best friend and I would’ve stood by you no matter what. If anyone had said half the shit they said about me about you, I’ve put them in the place.’ You told her the real reason you were angry at her. It was nothing to do with cheerleading but with her not being there by your side when you needed it the most. It was good that she stood up for you now, but yesterday was the worst day for you and you needed her by your side.

‘I know but I’m not like you. I mean what you did today I could never have done that. You’ve always been the brave one of the two of us and that’s what I’ve always admired you for.’ By now Chrissy has tears falling from her eyes and it did tug at your heartstrings. Despite how you felt you couldn’t just turn off feeling like she’s your best friend.

‘Look, Chris, I understand if you don’t want to be my friend anymore. I wouldn’t want you to be ostracised because of me. But-‘

‘No, I want to be your friend. You’re my best friend and that’s more important to me than anything.’ She begged you.

‘Okay, well it’s going to take a while for me to forgive you, but I will eventually. I don’t think I could go without you in my life.’ She smiles and wraps her arms around you, squealing excitedly.

‘I promise, I’m going to be the best friend you’ve ever had.’ She tells you, practically beaming. ‘So can I come over and meet Eddie you know, now he’s your boyfriend?’

‘I wouldn’t say he’s my boyfriend yet but sure come on over.’ You lead Chrissy over to the table and Eddie’s friends looked even more terrified, probably from the fact that two cheerleaders were now at their table (well technically a cheerleader and ex-cheerleader).

‘So this is Chrissy, she’s my best friend.’ You point to her as she waves slightly at them.

‘You two made up then?’ Eddie asks and you nod.

‘Yeah, mostly.’ You tell him and he reaches over and squeezes your hand slightly. Maybe your life was different now but different didn’t have to mean bad.

Six Months Later

You finished stirring the coffee in front of you and headed through to the bedroom, placing it on the bedside table and sitting on the edge of the bed.

‘Eddie, babe, wake up.’ You shake him slightly and he groans, turning over and pulling the covers over his head. You had moved in with Eddie after your parents had lost their house, a few months ago and now you had a pretty well-established routine in the morning. You were attending classes at a local community college and Eddie was working as a mechanic. You also worked in the evenings in order to help out with bills and food, etc.

‘Ed, come on. You have to go to work and I need a ride to the train station. Plus, I’ve made you coffee.’ You bribe him and he peaks out from under the covers, his eyes half open.

‘Did you say coffee?’ He asked, his voice still husky from sleep. You nod and he sits up grabs the coffee from the bedside table and takes a sip. ‘Mmm, you’re an angel.’ You grin at his words, not that he didn’t regularly inform you how amazing you were. In fact, Eddie was the sweetest boyfriend you’d ever had. He was so kind and lovely.

‘Yeah and you need to get up, otherwise you’re going to be late to work.’ Eddie let out a groan.

‘Why? Can’t I just sleep in?’ You roll your eyes and stand up, grabbing Eddie’s brush and heading back over to Eddie, sweeping his hair so it was clean and pulling it into a bun at the nape of his neck.

‘There we go, that’s one less thing you have to do.’ You told him, giving him a kiss on his cheek.

‘Have I ever told you I love you?’ He smiles up at you as he throws off the covers and stands up, grabbing his clothes off the floor and stripping off his pyjamas before changing into his work clothes.

‘Is that my Metallica shirt?’ Eddie said squinting at the top you were wearing.

‘No, it’s mine.’ You frown as if you have no idea what he was talking about.

‘Really? You went to Metallica’s 1984 tour?’ He smirks at you grabbing the belt loops on your jeans and pulling you in close to him.

‘Yeah, I’m a big fan.’ You nod. It wasn’t technically a lie, you liked Metallica now, mainly cause Eddie played their music all the time.

‘And what songs did they play on this tour?’ He raises an eyebrow at you.

‘Master of Puppets, duh.’ You roll your eyes as if it’s obvious.

‘That song didn’t come out until 1986 but good try babe.’ He says leaning in to give you a kiss. ‘Lucky you look good in my clothes.’ He smiles at you.

‘I look good at anything.’ You scoff and head into the kitchen with Eddie following closely behind you.

‘Here’s lunch for you.’ You say handing him one of the sandwiches on the counter and shoving the other one into your back. ‘There’s food in the fridge for Wayne so I think we’re good to go.’ You swing your back over your shoulder and head out with Eddie.

You leaned at the counter at work, bored out of your mind. You had hardly any customers come in during your shift and you were thankful there were only 10 minutes left until Eddie came to pick you up. You heard the bell over the door ring and you looked up, happy to finally have a customer but you let out a loud squeal when you saw the person coming through the door was Chrissy.

‘Oh my god, I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow.’ You came out from behind the counter and gave her a big hug as she laughed hugging you back. You knew Chrissy was coming back to spend Thanksgiving with you, Eddie and Wayne but you didn’t expect her this early.

‘Yeah me and Eddie decided to surprise you by having me come back early because I’ve missed you so much.’ She pulls away from you, her friendship necklace dangling from her neck. You had taken back your matching one and it sat pride of place around your neck, alongside one of Eddie’s rings.

‘Aw, I’ve missed you too. Just let me close up here and then you can tell me everything including if you’ve met Mark yet.’ You say heading back behind the counter to start sorting everything out. In a shocking twist of fate, Chrissy’s soulmate hadn’t ended up being Jason but instead someone named Mark. Jason had of course been pissed, especially as his soulmate tattoo said, Chrissy. Chrissy had admitted to you that she’d felt relief that Jason wasn’t her soulmate and you had to admit you felt the same for your best friend.

You finished closing up and headed out to where Eddie was parked, smiling when he saw how excited you were.

‘How the hell did you keep that secret?’ You say climbing into the front seat as Chrissy climbed in the back.

‘I knew it was a good secret and it would make you happy, that’s how.’ He grinned over at you and you shook your head, leaning over and giving him a kiss.

‘Aww, it’s not fair how cute you guys are.’ Chrissy pouts and you laugh.

‘Don’t worry, it won’t be long until you meet your soulmate, I guarantee it.’ You smile at her.

‘And you were the one of us that always talked about how bullshit soulmates were.’ Chrissy smiled triumphantly as you rolled your eyes.

‘Well that was before I met my soulmate, now I understand it.’ You grin over at Eddie, before turning back to your best friend, thinking about how good your life was at that current moment.

[cinnamostar]

six dates to fall in love

part one. part two (here). part three. part four. part five. part six coming soon.

pairing : hyunjin x gn!reader

summary : after a two year long unspoken hatred, hyunjin and you are forced to be costars in a romantic series, but when it comes to filming any of the romance scenes, you both utterly fail and are unable to get through your lines. the director threatens to take your roles away if you two aren't able to get past this within the next week, which spawns the genius idea from both your managers: can you learn to (fake) fall in love in seven dates and save your careers?

wc : 2.3k

cw : actor!au, enemies to lovers ?!, slowburn (?!), cursing, one gorey joke thing, arguing, angsty, they're each other's biggest haters, let me know if i missed anything !!

a/n : this parts shorter unfortunately but i hope u like it! likes, reblogs, and feedback appreciated. pls read part one first if you havent! well. now theres a whole new hurdle for these two to conquer heh... this part is a lot shorter, so sorry for that but i felt like it was best to keep it at this length :o

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“He said what?” Chan asked, shock coloring his voice as you updated him on the night’s events, and how absolutely insufferable Hyunjin was.

“I’m telling you, that guy’s a dickhead,” you mumbled angrily on the phone, shuffling through your apartment as you discarded your outfit and headed into the shower.

Chan took in a deep breath from the other side of the line, “Well, I knew that already, but that was just a new low.” You hummed in agreement, rolling your eyes, “Yeah, whatever. I just have a bad feeling this isn’t going to work out in our favor.”

“You never know, maybe tomorrow will go a lot better, Y/N!” 

You smiled at Chan’s attempts to lighten the mood, “I seriously doubt it, but I will try to put my faith in you and this plan of yours,” you sighed, “Well, I’m going to shower and go to bed, thanks for listening.”

“Always, Y/N. Tomorrow will be better, okay?”

“Right, good night, Chan.”

“Good night!”

God, you could only hope that Chan was right.

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You were definitely having a severe case of deja vu as you sat at your local coffee shop, a pistachio latte in hand as you waited for Hyunjin to arrive for your second date of the week. You both had agreed over text this morning that you’d meet at 12:30pm, but it was nearly 1pm and there was no sign of Hyunjin. Great, you thought to yourself, as it seems like his inconsideration was not limited to just your feelings, but also your time. 

He most definitely was doing this on purpose, there was no way this wasn’t just one of his other tactics to get under your skin before even arriving. Was this how every date was going to be like this entire week? You wasting fifteen to thirty minutes of your life waiting for some conceited asshole to make it, even though he was the one to pick and agree on a time. This was ridiculous, and you couldn’t help but feel peeved as you watched the cafe’s clock tick by, mentally noting how much time had passed at every minute. Maybe it was best to go home, maybe this whole dating thing wasn’t going to work out and it was best to just cut your losses.

Right, going home sounded nice and at least you wouldn’t be losing time on some bumbling idiot. You let out a sharp exhale as you stood up, grabbing your bag and drink to make your way out, but as you turned around, you were met with Hyunjin, who was standing a few feet away from your table with his own drink in hand.

With an eyebrow cocked up, he mockingly cooed, “Aw, you were going to ditch me on our date?”

You rolled your eyes in frustration, an exasperated sigh escaping you as you sluimped back in your seat, motioning Hyunjin to take his seat with a hint of sass in your gestures, “Oh, right, I was the one ditching you, not the other way around.”

“I did not ditch you, I’m here, aren’t I?”

“You’re thirty minutes late, Hwang,” you deadpanned.

“Better late than never, no?” he smirked, taking delight in how easy it was to rile you up with such little effort on his end.

You pursed your lips as you glared at the man who sat across from you, a small ‘hmph’ leaving you, “Whatever.”

Much like the day before, the familiar tense atmosphere took its place once more as you both sat quietly in your own seats, occasionally taking a sip of coffee every now and then. Having Hyunjin in your company was torturous, it was almost as if he held you captive in the most miserable week of your life and he made no attempt to make it the least bit enjoyable.

You, once more, decided to remain quiet, allowing Hyunjin to be the one to make any conversation since he seemed to be the one struggling the most with this arrangement. It was best to let him go at his own speed, right? Although that did not stop the displeased look from leaving your features, your eyebrows remained furrowed since the moment you were made aware of his presence.

Hyunjin let out a gentle huff, placing his drink down as he analyzed yor features, “Do you always have this much attitude?”

Rolling your eyes, you responded sternly, “When it comes to you, yes.”

“Right, because I’m the problem,” murmured Hyunjin sarcastically.

“Glad you know.”

Hyunjin bit the inside of his cheek, lost in thought as he tried to figure out the right string of words to say, ones that wouldn’t kindle the already burning heat of hatred you had for him. The silence was unbearably uncomfortable, restricting him of any chance to catch his breath as anxiety and trepidation took over him. He despised this, he hated having to always be on guard around you and it was getting overwhelming, despite it only being the second day of this so-called plan. Hyunjin wasn’t dumb though, while he may be upset with these current circumstances, he would be an idiot to not take advantage of it. His plan was simple, all he had to do was get under your skin as much as he can throughout this week in hopes you’d decide to drop out of the project altogether, which would mean he would no longer have to worry about getting kicked off the shoot if they only had to replace you, he thought.

Unfortunately, you were as hard-headed as a bull, bulldozing over any hope Hyunjin had as your stubbornness made itself apparent through your countless attempts to speak to him last night. Though, something had to be working, he thought, as you reached a standstill of quietness in the middle of this bustling coffee shop. 

The coffee shop was brimming with life, fellow patrons laughing with their company and baristas shouting out names to orders as the espresso machines and blenders whirred in the background. It was a relaxing, welcoming, and cozy environment which sharply juxtaposed the energy emanating off you and Hyunjin. If anything, you and Hyunjin would be more fitting standing outside in the cold, icy, and piercing winter winds as you exchanged hardened gazes, neither wavering from their stance. Anyone who stepped within a three foot radius of you both would feel instant chills due to the intensity of the situation, yet, everyone was too absorbed in their own world to pay attention to the mental battle you and Hyunjin were engaged in. 

“What did I ever do to you?”

The sudden question surprised Hyunjin, effectively drawing him out of his stupor as his gaze softened at the vulnerability in your tone and the slight quiver to your voice, though your features remained in the permanent scowl that seemed to falter ever-so slightly. This was new, this was something Hyunjin had never seen from you before and it made his heart ache to hear the confusion and uncertainty reverberate from your words. This show of weakness from you should be something he celebrates though, this means his attempts to push you away from this project had to be working, yet why did he feel so guilty? Why did he feel his stomach drop slightly when he heard you tremble over your words? Moreso, why were you asking him that?

Hyunjin’s face contorted with perplexity, “You’re seriously asking that?”

Your frown changed into one of curiosity, not entirely understanding what Hyunjin meant by his question, “... What?” 

Hyunjin could only return your confused gaze, your cluelessness only seemed to light a fire under him as fury began to settle in his eyes, “You’re joking, right?”

Taken aback, your mouth struggled to form any words as your brain tried to rack through your memories, searching for a moment in time that you could’ve upset or hurt Hyunjin back then, but there was nothing. You were drawing a blank and could only wonder what you could’ve possibly done to cause this kind of rage in Hyunjin. You spoke cautiously, afraid the wrong words could escalate the situation as you desperately did not want to call attention to you two, “I’m sorry… I don’t… know what you’re talking about.”

Hyunjin could only wear a baffled look in his face, scanning your eyes to only find you were being truthful, no sign of deceit and you were not feigning ignorance, you were genuinely lost at his sudden outburst. He couldn’t believe it, had his version of reality been entirely false this whole time? Up to this point, he had scrutinized you as a villain, one of the worst in the industry, yet the thread that held this belief was quickly unraveling as he took in the innocence your eyes conveyed, a silent plea for him to not doubt your honesty.

“Weren’t you the one…” Hyunjin questioned, uncertainty in his voice, “Didn’t you sabotage me from getting that role on Director Han’s project?”

“Huh?” 

That was all you could muster out, your jaw dropping at the sudden accusation, “What the fuck are you talking about, Hwang?”

“I saw you talking to him on the set of your first film project together! Just a few days after my audition,” he spoke firmly, doing his best to remain steadfast in his perception of events.

“Yes, I did speak to him. In fact, Hyunjin,” you spat his name out, anger burning in your eyes as you tried to keep your voice down, “I was telling him how much of a joy you were to work with and was recommending him to cast you.”

“You’re lying.”

You stood up suddenly from your seat, hands flat against the table, refusing to listen to Hyunjin’s fictitious words and accusations as you felt yourself ready to explode, struggling to keep the heated discontentment you felt contained. Has this really been the reason why Hyunjin had been so cruel to you all these years? Over some dumb hunch that had no weight to it, no proof other than it being a convenient explanation? Was it simply easier for him to frame you rather than accept someone with more talent landed the role? It took everything within you not to slap Hyunjin across the face as you seethed in your rage, trying to make sense of everything that had occurred since that time. 

Of course, missing out on the role was absolutely heartbreaking for Hyunjin, as that film ended up being a blockbuster success and would’ve launched his acting career in a way so many could only dream of. Though, it absolutely wasn’t your fault that the director decided to cast a more experienced and already established actor, one whose name alone would’ve bought the film instant success.

“Right, I am so lying. Because there’s absolutely no way in hell they decided to cast someone who was just a better actor, right? It’s all my fault because of course, the great Hwang Hyunjin could never be a failure.”

Your eyes narrowed at him, studying his reaction as he remained frozen in his seat, a conflicted expression on his face as he tried to process your words. However, Hyunjin was a deeply insecure individual, one who needed constant praise to feel any bit of confidence in his ability to perform and he was quick to become defensive when it came to facing failure. Perhaps that is why he was so sure to blame you without second thought, someone who was such a stark polar opposite from him, someone who had all the confidence of the world in themselves, someone he absolutely envied and grew to hate over some theory he piped up to cope with his own shortcomings. 

You scoffed at his lack of response, muttering, “Unbelievable.”

Yet, you cannot expect someone to just back down from their version of events that they upheld as truth for so long. He had spent two years believing this, and how could he ever be so sure that you weren’t just lying to him in his face? What if you were just trying to maintain your image through lies? Though, something about the expression you wore told him that was not possible, but his own selfishness refused to let him fully accept that. 

“I don’t believe you,” was all Hyunjin could say, stubbornly holding onto the reality he had unknowingly fabricated as he did his best to ignore the hurt in your eyes.

“Why would I lie to you about that? Why would I have ever done that to you?” you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes as your frustration was finally getting the best of you. 

Finally uncovering the truth behind Hyunjin’s hatred towards you was not as satisfying or relieving as you had always imagined it to be. The growing indignation you felt was overwhelming, you were losing control of your own body and emotions, control slipping between your fingers like grains of sand as another wave of emotions began to make itself known. It pained you to know Hyunjin had thought so poorly of you for so long, your heart aching at the thought of him thinking you’d do something so terrible to him. 

The molten lava of anger that flowed through your veins finally met the cool, tumultuous sadness your heart took on, turning into stone as the emotions fought with one another for dominance, but the heavy weight of cobble filled in the cracks of your resolve and urged you to maintain your composure. 

You shook your head at Hyunjin, who still remained still in his seat, and without a word, you turned to leave the coffee shop, abandoning this stupid date idea your manager had conjured up from whatever demented reasonings he had. Maybe you should have left earlier, maybe it was best to cut your losses and accept defeat. All you had now was an unquenchable amount of anger that no amount of water would ever be able to fully put out, and this only intensified your dislike for Hyunjin.

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