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sheeple · 8 months ago

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Heirs of Hogwarts | part 3

Genre(s): Nuisance to Lovers / Fake dating / Fluff / No Voldy au Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Mattheo Riddle x Hufflepuff!Reader Summary: After finding out your (now ex)boyfriend cheated on you with the girl he told you not to worry about, you decide to get into a fake relationship with the kid of another founder of Hogwarts. What could go wrong? Warning(s): Matt's thirsty (but so are you also lowkey) / Awkward family moments / Visuals (Don't like them? Don't use them🤷🏻‍♀️) / I suck at writing kiss scenes (yes it's happening) / it's spicy but not full on smut (smut adjacent) A/n: For now this is the end of the mini-series. Thank you all for enjoying my story and see you all in the next one! [Masterlist] [HoH masterlist]

Normally you would love to be proven right. Revel in the knowledge that they should have listened to you. But now? Fuck being right. You don't want to right.

You've been carrying the letter with you for a couple of days and the weight of it makes your schoolbag makes it feel like it's filled with bricks. The letter is weighing you down, and everybody around you seems to notice it. Especially Mattheo. You still hang out with him, of course, but every time the words are on the tip of your tongue, you chicken out.

"Have you told him yet?", asks Susan as she sees you reading the letter again during lunch.

Giving her a frowned look, you shake your head. How in Merlin's name can you inform him that 'hey, my parents want to meet you because Meemaw saw us sneak into my dorm. Now they think we are together and having sex and want to meet the hypothetical father of my hypothetical baby if we were actually having hypothetical sex and not being careful. All hypothetically of course. Why else would I sneak a boy into my dorm?'

Not casually at least.

You look over towards his table and meet his eyes. He motions with his head towards the door. You nod with a small smile and finish your juice. "See you in class."

"Have fun with your boyfriend!", she calls after you and you flip her off.

"What was all that about?", asks Mattheo with a small smile while the two of you walk side by side towards Herbology.

You shrug, scratching the nailbed of your thumb. You feel a sharp pain but you continue. You know now more than ever that this is the time. "I've... I've received a letter. From my parents." You fish the letter out of your bag and hold it out for him.

Mattheo stops and looks unsurely towards the folded-up paper. When you give him a nod he unfolds the letter. You watch nervously how his eyes scan over the words.

When he stays silent, you begin to panic. "We- you don't have to! I can totally write my parents back and tell them... something! That we broke up or whatever."

"You've got nieces?" He's got a soft smile on his face as he traces the embellishments of the letter. Of course, the stationery of House Hufflepuff has its letters decorated to match the vibe of the family name.

With a shake of your head, you run a hand over your hair. "Out of everything... the thing you focus on is my nieces? Not that fact that my parents want to meet you?"

Mattheo shrugs, handing you the letter back. "Yeah, so what? That's what boyfriends do, don't they? Meet their girlfriend's parents. Fake relationship or not. Wasn't it your parents you wanted to fool?"

That shuts you up and a flaring heat spreads over your face and neck, even towards the points of your ears. "I-I yeah... But I never imagined them doing this! Then I would have never done all this to you!" With a guilty look, you slowly reach for one of his hands. You rub slow circles over the back of his hand.

Mattheo's brain short circuits as his eyes focus on your hand and his. How soft the pad of your thumb feels against his skin. He wonders if your hands feel as soft on different parts of his body. Or how sharp your nails feel when you scratch his back.

He snaps out of it and shakes his head. Taking his chance, he turns his hand around and laces his fingers with yours. "So... how do I leave a good impression on your parents?"

You think for a moment, looking away. "As superficial as it sounds, they put great value in looking a certain way." In that way they're just like other pure-blood families, you want to add but don't. You don't want to offend him or his family.

With a determent nod, Mattheo starts walking the opposite way you were going, pulling you behind him.

"Where are you taking me? Divination is that way", you point over your shoulder as you catch up to him.

Mattheo gives you a daring smile, his eyes wrinkling playfully. "My dorm. I need your advice on what to wear."

You protest and sputter about your attendance all the way towards the Slytherin dungeons. A snake made of metal rises from the ground and reveals a set of double doors. "Pure-Blood", says Mattheo and the doors swing open. You give him a look and he shrugs. "It's the password. Nothing I can do about it."

"I said nothing!", you laugh, being pulled through the entrance

The common area looks like it's carved out of rock, with marble pillars and arches. Large windows give you a look into the endless depth of the Black Lake, fish swimming by. It takes your breath away how stunning the Slytherin common room looks. It's oh so different from your own, but just as beautiful.

You try to ignore the stares you get from the Slytherin's around the room. You do stand out like a sore thumb with your sunshine yellow robes.

"Don't you ever need to pee very much when you are in the common area?", you ask, motioning towards the waterfall you circle as you enter the common room and the many water features around.

Mattheo rolls his eyes with a smile as he leads you down a corridor and holds open the door for you to enter his dorm. Four four-poster beds with green drapes are arranged in a circle with a heater in the middle of the room, spreading warmth around the room. He motions for you to sit on his bed while he rummages through his closet.

You lean back on your hands as you watch him pull one after the other crumbled-up shirt and pants out of the closet. He sends you a slightly embarrassed look and you hop off his bed.

"Let me have a look", you say softly, pushing him to the side.

"I'm sorry... It's a bit of a mess." He scratches the back of his neck as a slight blush colours his cheeks.

You wave his worries away as you spot a nice pair of jeans and a not-too-crumpled black shirt. It could totally work paired with a dark green jacket. You lay out the pieces on his bed and look proudly between the outfit and Mattheo. It's something you're parents would approve of while still being himself

"If you wear this with the shirt tucked in and your hair just styled like you always do, everything will be okay." You turn towards him with a smile.

While you were arranging the clothes, Mattheo snuck closer to you. He now stands so close to you, that you can smell his cologne. Your lips part as you look up at him. "Matt?", you whisper as he slowly cradles your face with both of his hands.

His eyes flicker from your eyes towards your mouth. Your eyes flutter closed as you feel soft puffs of breath on your face.

Mere millimetres before his lips touch yours, the door swings open and the two of you jump away from each other. "God fucking damn it", you hear him grumble under his breath as Enzo and Draco stand in the doorway.

The two boys look at you with wide eyes before Draco's expression morphs into something more teasing. "I hope we didn't interrupt anything", he says slyly, sending a smirk towards Mattheo. Who gives the blond a scalding glare.

Feeling way too awkward about the situation, you quickly gather your things. "I-I have to go. I wouldn't want to be late for my next class." Giving Mattheo a shy smile, you rush out of his dorm and the Slytherin common room — almost stumbling down and then up the stairs.

Once you deem yourself far away enough, you slump against a wall and cup your scorching hot cheeks. Your heart beats wildly in your chest... and somewhere else. Did that really just happen? Or almost? In Merlin's name, when did you get so hot and bothered about Mattheo Riddle? Not long ago he was a nuisance to you. And now? Now you've almost kissed two times and he's meeting your parents this weekend.

When you close your eyes you still see Mattheo's warm honey ones, looking at you with such softness and want- no need.

Gods.

Shaking your head, you steady yourself and with slightly unsteady legs you walk towards Arithmancy.

Meanwhile, back in the boy's dorm, Mattheo collapses onto his bed and curses out his friends. "Fucking twats!" He presses the balls of his hands into his eyes, frustration running rampant through his body.

This was the second time someone interrupted him trying to kiss you. Just when he has gathered the courage to do so. First your friends and now his own. Who out there has it so out for him to cockblock him two times.

Draco and Enzo just look with high amusement towards their frustrated-to-no-end friend. They're gonna take this moment and tease him forever with it.

You don't get a chance to talk to Mattheo about the kiss. To talk to him in general. Because every time the two of you spot each other, either his or your friends wisk you away and it's driving you mad. It's like they planned it together or something.

It makes you all sulky because you want to discuss what happened between the two of you multiple times. You want answers — which you are lowkey scared of. But it's better to rip the bandage off quickly and get your heart broken than live with questions and never get an answer.

You walk into the Great Hall that Saturday, your fingers anxiously clawing at the nailbeds. But you've taken precautions and bandaged up your thumbs so you can't scratch. The pain stays but there's no blood.

"Don't you look all lovely", smiles Hanah brightly, making you twirl.

You smile and show her a cheeky leg as the split in your skirt falls perfectly when you sit. "Well...", you let out a nervous sigh, "Matt's meeting my parents today. So, we have to look the part, don't we?"

Your friends' eyes bulge out at the nickname you gave Slytherin bad boy Mattheo Riddle. Nobody ever dared to call him anything other than his name.

"Is that why he was not-so-subtly sneaking glances at us before you came?", wonders Susan out loud, which makes you tense up.

Looking at the Slytherin table, you find Mattheo easily. He gives a small wave with a smile and you return the gestures. "I'm going to sit over there. I have to prepare him from the wolves."

Slowly, you rise from your table and walk to the other side of the Great Hall. You feel the eyes of the Hufflepuff's and Slytherin's on you. But the only important ones are Mattheo's liquid honey ones, who look at you in wonder.

"Hi", you whisper when you finally reach him.

"Hi", he whispers back, a wide smile on his face.

"Can I sit with you?"

Without hesitation, he nods and slides to the side, almost shoving Enzo into Blaise's lap. He pats the now-empty spot next to him and you swing your leg over the bench. Mattheo zero's in on your bare leg and his brain shortcircuits.

You try to ignore the weird looks the Slytherin's present are giving you as you reach over and grab a piece of toast. You meet Hannah and Susan's eyes from across the room and they give you enthusiastic thumbs-up.

Swallowing your bite, you turn towards the boy next to you to say something. But your words die on your tongue at the look Mattheo gives you. It's unreadable. But not bad unreadable. There is some fondness in there you believe. "I have to warn you, by the way."

He cocks his head to the side, an easy smile on his face. "For your parents?"

A snort escapes you and you shake your head. "No- well... maybe my dad will grill you. But my brothers are way worse. They will either try to embarrass me or you."

"How many do you have?"

"Brothers? Four. There's a twin pair in there too. They are the second youngest after me."

Mattheo pales slightly. Four brothers? He found Thomas already trouble enough. But Four? He knows he's in for some shit.

You can't help but laugh as he visibly pales. Taking his hand, you pat it. You look around the Slyherin's. They all look very amused at Mattheo's despair.

The two of you finish your breakfast before it's time to go. Your parents expect you for lunch but knowing your family, there's not going to be time during just lunch.

"How are we getting to your home?", questions Mattheo as you both walk through the halls towards Professor Sproud's office.

You knock on the door and when there's no answer, you enter the room. "Via portkey. Which should arrive any second now." And like you said, a little yellow cup appears on the desk.

Placing a hand on the cup, you hold the other out for him to take. Mattheo does so and the two of you are whisked away from the castle.

You stumble for a second before you find your footing. Taking a deep breath, your senses fill with the floral aroma of your home. It feels good to be back.

"Holy fucking shit", you hear Mattheo whisper under his breath as he looks at the estate your family owns. It looks centuries old, with ivy covering most of the outer walls. A sprawling garden buzzes with bees and butterflies. A fountain is heard somewhere in the back.

You feel slightly embarrassed at Mattheo's slack jaw. This is mostly the reason why you never told about or took anyone home. The house mansion has been in your family's name for centuries. It's said that Meemaw bought it, but there's no proof of it.

"Come on." You tug him by his hand towards the front door. Mattheo's too caught up by the exterior of the house that he bumps into you when you stop in front of the front door. "Ready?", you ask, and he shakes his head.

As you ring the bell, Mattheo looks at the inscribing above the door. "Dum spiro spero, vi et animo. What does that mean?"

"As long as I breathe I hope, with strength and courage", says your father as he opens the door with a wide smile. "It's our family's motto. Nice to meet you, son." He holds out his hand for Mattheo to shake.

As he pulls the boy inside, you try your bestest to not cringe. "Dad this is Mattheo. My boyfriend." You shyly glance towards Mattheo to gauge his reaction. A slight blush paints his cheeks and you bite your lip hiding your smile.

Your dad shakes the dark-haired boy's hand enthusiastically. He starts to ramble off about the family motto and what it means and it morphs into an in-depth history lesson about the house. How the tiles and pillars in the foyer are at least four hundred years old and how they're kept in such fine condition by magic.

"Dad!", you call out, not having missed the hidden panicked looks Mattheo has given you, trying his best to look interested. "Don't you think it's a little early for Staghill History 101? Let the boy breathe."

Your father lets go of Mattheo with a jolly laugh, his moustache curling upwards. "You are right. I am so sorry, good chap. Why don't you two go to the library while I round up the twins? They're all very excited to meet him."

Tugging on Mattheo's hand, you nod. "Sure. Make sure they clean off any dirt before Mum has an aneurysm. Again."

As you lead him towards the south wing, you stop just outside of the library. "Are you okay? I'm sorry. My dad's a lot and he's just happy to see anyone and everyone. Could be Father Christmas with how jolly he is." You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly, looking away.

Mattheo laughs. "It's okay. He's... nice. Now I get where you get it from."

"What?", you question with a cock of your head.

Mattheo wets his bottom lip, his eyes focused on yours. "That twinkle in your eyes when you talk about something you're passionate about." He reaches out for your flaming hot cheeks, cupping them.

The doors to your right swing open and the two of you feel like little children caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Your oldest brother, Felix, raises one disapproving brow and the two of you quickly step away from each other.

"Is it them? Don't hog the door, you big oaf!" Behind Felix appears Herbert, immediately engulfing you in a big, bone-crushing hug.

"They were snogging", says Felix, walking back towards the couch he always sits on when he visits home. His comment earns him a swat from his wife next to him.

"We were not!", you protest scandalised, wrestling out of Herbert's hold. "We were just... It's none of your business what we were doing!" You grab Mattheo's hand and walk into the library, towards your mother.

He scoffs under his breath, mumbling; "You made it everybody's business when you let Meemaw catch you." That earns him another swat from his wife and a stern look from your mother.

"Mum", you say after giving her a hug, tugging Mattheo closer, "I would like you to meet Mattheo."

"It's very nice to meet you, ma'am." Mattheo puts on his most charming smile while holding out his hand.

Your mother shakes her head and gives him one of her signature warm hugs. "None of that! Call me Clementine. Or Clemmy. Or Ma. You're practically family now!"

You blanch, shrinking into yourself. Dear Lord. Why does your mom need to be so much?

Felix snorts. "Is he to stay? What happened to that bloke from Christmas?"

Yours and Mattheo's eyes meet and you purse your lips. "I rather not speak about it..."

That gets their attention, both men leaning forward in their seats. "What did he do?"

"Nothing!" You grow irritated at their endless questions as your mom ushers the two of you towards a couch. Sitting closely together, Mattheo lays a hand on your knee. You don't know if it's to comfort you or to ground himself.

Herbert studies the two of you with his eyes narrowed. He purses his lips while leaning back into the chair. "He beat the ex up, didn't he?"

"Oh, my Gods! Can you not play detective about my life? Stop talking about my ex with my new boyfriend right next to me", you scowl, not wanting the two of them to flip out over something that you're way past.

At that, your mother claps in her hands. "That's right! Mattheo, why don't you tell me something about yourself? What house are you in for instance?"

Mattheo glances nervously towards you and you lay a hand over his own, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "I'm in Slytherin, ma'am. I hope that isn't an issue."

Your mom chortles and waves his concern away. "Oh please, we aren't that kind of family."

"Speaking of family", pipes Herbert from across the room, "Who's family you belong to?"

Both your mom and you sputter and scold Herbert. But the twins coming in gives your brother his answer.

"Why on Meemaw's good name is Mattheo Riddle sitting next to our sister?", sneers Victor, Danny leering over his shoulder.

A groan escapes you while you slink down the couch, hiding your face in your hands. You had hoped that Mattheo's family wouldn't be a subject. The twins are the only ones from your family who have seen the kind of nuisance Mattheo has been to you before leaving school last year. Of course, it looks very fucking weird that he is now cosying up to you, his hand on your knee and claiming to be your boyfriend.

You feel everybody's eyes on the two of you. Mattheo shrinks down under the many gazes, his hold on you tightening in a silent plea to not abandon him right now.

Not knowing how to get away under the scrutiny, you glance at your mom. She looks shocked and when she meets your eyes, her gaze softens before turning stern. "Didn't I always tell you boys to not judge people? What can the poor boy do about which cradle he was born into? So get off your high horses and be nice to the boy!" She stands with her hands on her hips, berating your brothers.

"What did I miss?", asks your father, standing in the doorway with a tray filled with cookies and teacups, the teapot floating behind him.

"Nothing", smiles your mother, turning towards you, "I was just saying that Mattheo should have a tour of the house. Why don't you do that, honey?"

Getting what she's implying, you nod exuberantly. "Yeah, right! Let's go."

Mattheo's all too happy to escape the tense room and quickly follows after you, walking with a big arch around the twins, who are still glaring at him.

"I am so sorry." You cast your eyes towards the floor as the two of you walk through one of the many art-lined hallways. "I- There is no excuse for how they treated you..."

Mattheo's hand on your waist makes you stop and look up at him, unsheathed tears dancing in your waterline. He tuts, wiping away the single one that has managed to escape. "Don't cry, pretty girl. It's a warranted reaction. I'm used to it by now. How awkward it was anyways."

You pout while leaning into his hand. "That's horrible Matt. You don't deserve to be treated like that because your father made a wrong choice!"

"It was more than a wrong choice, lovely. Besides, there's not a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin, remember?" He laughs, but you see that there's sadness in his eyes.

With a shake of your head, you lean closer to him. "You aren't bad! Such a vile stereotype."

This time a genuine laugh bubbles out of Mattheo's chest. "Oh, sweet, sweet, Hufflepuff", he trances your cheek with the pads of his fingers, "there are many things that make me as bad as they say. Mostly for the thoughts I have about you."

Your brain short circuits and you blink up at him, processing his words. He has what? Heh?

Mattheo chuckles at your dumbfounded look. Oh, how cute you are when you are clueless. He clasps his hands behind his back and looks around. "Is there anything in particular you want me to see?", he asks, throwing you a bone.

That seems to snap you out of your daydream of what Mattheo could do to you and you shake your head. "Yes. There is one final person I have to introduce you to."

The two of you walk side by side as he studies both muggle and magical paintings. You lead him towards the main sitting with an empty frame with a chair hanging above the fireplace. Dragging an ottoman over, you motion for Mattheo to follow your lead and climb on top of the cushions.

"Meemaw", you call out towards the empty portrait, "I would like to meet someone."

It takes a second or two before your ancestor appears from the side, graciously draping herself and her skirts on the chair. "My littlest Badger! How are you, my dear?"

You lean closer, smiling. "Hello, Meemaw. I would like you to meet someone." You motion towards Mattheo, who looks with big eyes at her.

"Isn't that...?"

Heat spreads over your face and you bite your bottom lip. "I- yeah..."

"Mattheo Riddle, your ladyship." He bows slightly, earning a hearty laugh from her.

"Aren't you a charmer? You musn't call me ladyship. Just Helga is fine. Or Meemaw, seeing as you are our littlest badger's love." She sends you a doting smile. "Say, if I may ask; aren't you one of Salazar's boys?"

"Yes. I hope that isn't an issue for you, Helga."

She waves his concerns away. It surprised you how easily Meemaw's taken by Mattheo. He's a naturally charming person when he wants to be after all.

"Oh, of course not, dear boy! Your great-grandfather and I had a... very special relationship of our own when we were younger. It warms my heart that our descendants have found each other." A fond look paints her face as she looks off in the distance.

As a melancholy glimmer befalls her, you take that as your cue to leave. "I have to continue my tour of the house, Meemaw. See you later."

Waving her off, you hop off the ottoman and put it back in the right place before exiting the sitting room. A sigh escapes your lips and you swing your arms back and forth. Mattheo gives you a raised brow before taking your hand in his and continuing the swinging.

It's nice. The two of you just walking and talking about nothing special in particular. You sometimes point out some facts about you growing up around the house. "In that room, we always used to build pillow forts in." Or "I once ran against that door and lost both my front teeth. They were loose anyways", you add quickly at his concerned look.

Everything's so easy with Mattheo that it scares you. How are you supposed to go back to strangers after your arrangement has come to an end? Can you even go back to strangers? Even if Mattheo doesn't feel the same, you wish you at least could stay friends. Because he's genuinely a nice person to hang out with. It would sadden you to lose him.

The ring of a bell plucks you from your thoughts and you turn towards where the sound came from. "Oh! Dinner's ready." You lead the both of you towards the dining room, taking shortcuts and hidden doors. Mattheo chuckles as you press open another hidden panel before finally arriving in said room.

Out of habit, you go to sit at your usual place at the table and Mattheo follows you. But as he pulls the chair back, Danny is quick to sit in it. After sending a glare at your brother, you look apologetic towards the dark-haired boy. His eyes scan the room and the only free seat is right in front of you, between Herbert and Felix.

Mattheo sighs and takes place on the empty seat. He feels your brothers stare at him, and he does his best to try and act normal. He smiles politely and answers any questions your mother asks him. Eventually, he learns that — who he believes is Felix — is a beater for the Caerphilly Catapults. His wife plays for the Holyhead Harpies and that's how they met each other.

Dinner seems to pass by smoothly — not counting the snarky remarks of the twins. But they're dicks. As everybody starts to collect the dishes, your father clears his throat. "Why don't you all go outside and...", he glances towards Mattheo, "Take a lap around the fountain so Mattheo and I can have a heart-to-heart."

Both you and Mattheo send slightly panicked looks towards each other as he gets led away by your father. As your brothers let out an 'oooh', you jab Danny in his side with your elbow. He rubs his side with a slight pout and you poke out your tongue.

"The last one is a rotten egg!", yells Victor and he sprints towards the back door. You let out a curse and start sprinting after him, the others following.

While you and your brothers race towards the burrow, Mattheo gets led towards your father's office. He anxiously takes place in the chair in front of your father's desk. The man leans forward and studies the Slytherin boy with narrowed eyes.

"What are your intentions with my daughter?", he asks, getting straight to the point.

What are his intentions? Well... he can think of a few things. But none are parent-approved answers. "I like her. I really do, Sir. I wouldn't dare to hurt her." Because that is the truth. He always had a crush on you, but getting to know you? You're everything and so much more than he imagined.

Your father hums. "I ask this because I have received some chatter that you've been in a... physical altercation with one Malcolm Preece. So, Mattheo, what is the deal with that?" He leans back in the leather chair, one brow raised.

For the first time in a while, Mattheo feels genuinely nervous. And it's not the same kind of nervous before he took you out on your first date. No. This is a different kind of nervousness. A deep-down fear to disappoint the people who he cares about.

And yes, you are one of those people he realises. He cares about you the most.

Lying will do no good. Because, as your father has shown, he somehow has a way to get information about what happens at school. "In all honesty, sir, Preece was threatening your daughter. They broke up and he kept bothering her. It... indeed got physical because some guys don't know when to take a hint."

Your father purses his lips, his eyes scanning over Mattheo's face. Searching for a sign of dishonesty. But he finds none.

"Did you at least get him good?"

That makes the dark-haired boy laugh. "Yes, sir. He won't dare to bother her again."

Your father stands up from his chair and holds out his hand for Mattheo to shake. With a smile and a firm handshake, he says, "You did good son. Now, I believe someone's way too anxious to wait a second longer." He points towards the door, where a shadow is seen pacing under through the crack.

Mattheo closes the door behind him and sees you look at him with wide eyes, chewing on your thumb. "How did it go? What did Dad say?" You fling your arms around him and press your cheek against his shoulder.

He smiles and wraps his arms around you. "Don't worry. Everything's fine." When you look up at him, he cradles your face and wipes away some stray dirt. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it", he smiles.

You roll your eyes but can't help but smile. "Fine. You know what, if we leave now, we maybe have some time left before curfew."

A smirk grows on Mattheo's face while he wetts his bottom lip. "And do what?"

"I don't know", you shrug playfully, pulling him with you, "We will see."

"Absolutely not", says your mother when you come and say your goodbyes. "Your room is already set up. Fresh sheets and everything! Wasn't that clear from my letter?"

Your eyes dart nervously towards Mattheo, who gives you the same look. You silently ask him if he's okay with it. If he's not uncomfortable. He shrugs. He's not too bothered by the idea of staying over.

A sigh escapes you. "Fine. But we don't have anything to sleep in."

Your mother claps in her hands and gets up from the couch, motioning for the both of you to follow her. She leads you through the house, towards your bedroom.

The smell of clean cotton hits you as soon as you enter your room and you breathe in the smell. That's one of the many things you miss about your home. The house elves of Hogwarts don't use the same detergent as your mother and it just hits a special spot in your brain when you finally smell it.

"I'll grab a pair of Felix's clothes for you, Mattheo." Your mother pats his shoulders before exiting the room.

The boy in question stands in the middle of your bedroom and a smile grows on his face. He can't explain why but it so much you. In the short period he has gotten to know you, this is exactly the type of room he imagined you to have. Maybe with fewer plants.

A four-poster bed stands in the middle of the room, facing a fireplace. On top of the bed grows some hanging plants that spread onto the walls and turn into wallpaper. There's a cosy-looking chair next to the fireplace with tons of pillows and blankets.

You watch him eyeing the chair and you mention towards it. "You can sit in it if you want. It gives you also a really nice view over the garden."

Mattheo does so, burying himself between the pillows. The garden is almost too perfect with the way it's lit up by floating lights and lightningbugs. When he looks back at you to comment on the beautifulness, he sees you pull away the many pillows from your bed into a trunk at the front of your bed and readying the bed for sleeping.

"I... I can sleep on the ground- if you're more comfortable with that. I could even fall asleep in this chair."

You stop what you're doing and look at him with such a scandalised look that it makes him shrink. "Uhm how about no? I dragged you into this, like hell I let you sleep on the floor!"

Your mother comes back at the right time with a pair of joggers and a shirt in her hands. She gives him a warm smile as she hands him the clothing, instructing him to where the bathroom is. Mattheo takes that as his saving grace to get a moment of his own. He has to admit, your family is a lot. This whole situation is a lot. And he has nobody to blame for it except himself.

Not that he blames himself. He's quite enjoying himself, being with you, meeting your parents and seeing where you grew up. He now gets why you are how you are. How you can shine so bright because your parents do everything to lighten you.

When he comes back you are also changed in quite the same outfit as him. You are sitting on your bed, nervously nibbling on the side of your thumb. He strides towards you and grabs your hand, stopping you from destroying your nailbed and making you look up at him.

"Are you okay", he asks, interlacing your fingers.

You nod with a hum, eyes focused on your interlinked hands. "Yeah... I'm just tired from today." You run a hand over your hair, brushing some stray strands out of your face. "Are you okay?"

Mattheo lets out a light-hearted scoff. "Don't worry about me, lovely. My family is much much worse."

You blink, wanting to ask more. But a knock on your door stops you. Your father stands in the door opening, Victor looming over his shoulder and glaring daggers at Mattheo.

"Will you do your old man a favour and keep the door open? I know it makes you uncomfortable, hun. But I don't think I have to explain why?" He motions with his eyes towards how close the two of you are and with a sigh, you nod.

The house is so old that it creaks and groans with even the slightest breeze. And it freaks you out when you hear it at night. Are you saying that this centuries-old house doesn't have ghosts? Likely.

As your dad walks away, Victor takes a step forward, his jaw taut. "You", he points towards the dark-haired boy, "I'm right next door and these walls aren't as thick as they seem. I will hear everything. No funny business!"

Mattheo sends him a charming smile that you know will irritate Victor. "I promise." But when he turns around when Victor storms away, he shows you his crossed fingers. You let out a giggle and swat him.

After that you take it as a cue to get ready to sleep so you crawl under the covers. Mattheo positions himself between you and the open door and the two of you lay on your backs, staring up at the canopy.

It... feels weird having Mattheo Riddle next to you in your bed. The even weirder feeling is the desire to keep him there.

You turn so you're facing him, your hands tucked under your pillow. "I've been wondering... When you spoke in Parsletongue, what did you say?"

Mattheo tenses slightly before turning towards you, a pink flush heats up his cheeks. His eyes trace every inch of your face, taking in the details; moles, freckles, perfect imperfections. It makes him want to reach out and trace every one of them.

"Oh I don't remember", he says offhandedly, his eyes fleeing yours.

You scoot closer, a mischievous smile on your face. "Yes, you do! Please tell me. It can't be that embarrassing."

His lips part and the same sounds fill the room, raising goosebumps on your arms. "You are... you are the most beautiful person I know and I don't know if I can keep pretending that this is fake."

Your smile melts off your face and you look with wide eyes towards him. An unsure look fills his eyes as his brows knit together. "Say something", he whispers- begs. A hesitant hand reaches out and gets placed on your cheek.

Your heart beats a million miles an hour and every word just escapes your brain. So you do what you have been wanting to do for a while now. And you kiss him. Pressing your lips against his, you close your eyes while your hand travels from his wrist to his shoulder, gripping him tightly.

Mattheo lets out a surprised humph, his eyes wide as he watches your eyes flutter close. He breathes in deeply before kissing you back, pulling you closer.

Two pairs of lips mould against each other while Mattheo's hand slides down and grips your thigh, wrapping your leg around his middle. Your body melts against his as the kiss grows more fierce, lips parting and tongues exploring each other's mouths.

A low growl emits from Mattheo as you part, your chest raising and falling rapidly. He zeros in on your neck and decides then and there how kissable the skin looks and that it needs to be marked.

Your head gets thrown back as Mattheo attacks your neck with kisses, licks and bites and you do your best to suppress the breathy moan that wants to escape you. You bite your bottom lip as your eyes squeeze close.

Mattheo's lips travel down, tracing the shape of your throat with his teeth and he flips the both of you over, hovering above you. He relishes in your bitten raw lips and the half-lidded look you give him. The way your chest raises and makes your shirt tighten... he thanks whatever god there is out there that made this possible.

His admiring takes too long in your opinion and you grab the back of his head, yanking him down so he kisses you again. Mattheo complies and cradles your face, his big hands engulfing your cheeks, feeling the heat underneath them.

He pecks your lips a few times before trailing down, Mattheo's hands finding the hem of your sleep shirt. He glances at you and only continues after a nod. He pushes your shirt up, above your breast while his lips trail from your chin, neck, and collarbones, to your sternum.

When he flattens his tongue tentatively against one of your nipples, a moan escapes you. It makes him smirk against your skin, doing it again.

"Matt... ah!", you squeak out, gripping his shoulder.

His tongue swirls against the nub and one of his hands reaches up, clasping a hand over your mouth to silence the sweet noises pouring out of your mouth. Your tongue swipes over one of his fingers. Mattheo presses the pads of his pointer and middle finger against your tongue before sliding into your mouth.

A 'mmph' escapes you while you suck around his digits, hands trying to ground yourself as everything feels too much; his tongue against your boob, his fingers in your mouth, and something hard pressing against your core.

Your hands find the hem of his shirt and your nails rake up against his bare back. He moans against you and releases your nipple with a 'pop'. He looks at you with dark eyes and swollen lips while he lowers himself towards your core.

While his fingers dance over the elastic of your underwear, you push his fingers out of your mouth. "Matt wait..."

As if your words scorched him, he's off you immediately, his chest raising rapidly and face flushed. "I'm-I'm sorry. I got a little carried away..."

You sit up, pushing your shirt down and shaking your head. "No... please don't- it's okay. I-I enjoyed it too. It's just...", you cradle his face and peck his lips, "I don't want our first time to be in my childhood bedroom and avoid making too much noise."

Mattheo leans into your touch and kisses your palm. You pull him down with you and lay on top of his chest. When you move your legs, you accidentally bump against his boner. You sputter out an apology, feeling bad for blue-balling him.

His hands grab your hips tightly and he presses you closer against his body. He brings his lips towards your ear. "Don't worry about it, Princess. Because when I have the chance, I'm gonna fuck you so good you forget our whole relationship was fake to begin with."

Oh Gods, you created a monster...

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rekino2114 · 3 months ago

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Yello! This is a revamped version of the students meeting male reader stronger than Fem Gojo.

It's the goodwill event arc and the teachers are all bickering (it started from Fem Gojo teasing utahime). Then a voice interrupts them all.

"Can you all act more professional.... You're embarrassing yourselves in front of the kids...."

The teachers immediately shut up, recognising the voice and look towards the source of it. The students did the same as their teachers.

They all saw a man who looks sleep deprived with messy shoulder length hair and wearing an oversized black tracksuit, hiding his muscular physique.

You walked over to them with a slight hunch on your back.

"a-ah... Y/N... I didn't expect to see you...." Utahime says nervously.

Now the students are wondering, why is that man able to set all the teachers on edge.

"My love! You actually came!" Fem Gojo latches onto male reader, peppering his face with kisses.

"WHATTT! THATS YOU'RE BOYFRIEND!!!" Fem gojo's students shout.

(you could write about the students reaction or what not :) )

Fem. Gojo introducing you to her students

(Fem gojo x male reader stronger than her part 2)

A/n: Thanks for the request. tbh i had a lot of fun writing this. This might be one of my favorite AUs to write for. Also I don't know if I mentioned this before but for all of the fem. Gojo posts I'll do, his name will be changed to satori gojo

Part 1 is here

"Geez utahime you can't even handle a bit of teasing, it's not my fault you're so weak"

"You call this straight-up bullying teasing?"

"What about it? Are you crying?"

"...Not again"

"How long has this been going on for?"

"I dunno an hour I think?"

The students continued to whisper to each other as gojo threw insults at the Kyoto school teacher, as much as they hated this no one disrupted the situation in hope of not becoming the next target of gojo's teasing.

"Can you all act more professional, you're embarrassing yourself in front of the kids"

Everyone turned towards the tired sounding voice and saw a man with bags under his eyes and messy hair. At his sight the adults in the room stayed silent in respect and a bit of fear until utahime broke the silence

"I-i didn't expect to see you here y/n"

"Who is this guy? he must be important"

"No idea, he looks like he hasn't slept in weeks"

"Can you two shut up"

The first years hushed convention was interrupted by their teacher running up to you and wrapping her arms around you

"My love, you actually came!"

"I was taking a nap downstairs. You woke me up"

"Oh I'm so sorry darling, you know how utahime gets"

"Wait a minute did gojo-sensei just call him.."

"My love? Does that mean...."

"THAT'S YOUR BOYFRIEND?!!!"

"Oh, that's right, you haven't met him yet. I introduce to you all: the strongest sorcerer of this era a.k.a. my super-awesome boyfriend:y/n l/n"

".......hi...."

"This guy is the strongest?"

"Of course, didn't I tell you? The only person who could be stronger than me is my boyfriend"

"No offense but....you look like dirt, when's the last time you slept?"

"Don't listen to her babe, she's just jealous I got a boyfriend before her, you're as handsome as always"

"I'M NOT JEALOUS"

"it's nice to meet you, l/n-sensei. I'm yuji itadori"

"Itadori? Oh, you're sukuna's vessel, aren't you? Satori told me about you"

"Yep, are you really stronger than gojo? I've seen what she can do and it seems hard that someone could top that"

"Yeah, I am. Don't get me wrong, satori is extremely powerful. Her infinity and six eyes are nothing to take lightly...... but I'm stronger"

"Really?"

"I can confirm everything my love says, you know that weed I hollow purple'd yesterday?"

"The one me and todo fought?"

"Yep, well if y/n was there.....that curse would be history by now"

"Wow....he must be really strong"

"A curse you fought survived a hollow purple? That's not something you hear every day"

"It wasn't really a fight, plus the only reason it survived is because it barely dodged the hit. Don't worry if I see it again it won't end well for that asparagus"

"I hope to see it then, you know how much I love seeing you fight"

"Awww, the same goes for me, baby. I love seeing you absolutely destroy those curses"

You and the blindfolded woman kissed each other passionately as everyone else in the room slightly cringed at how lovey-dovey you were being

"Can you two get a room?"

You turned towards the voice just to see a familiar black haired boy that stayed mostly silent this whole time

"Oh. Hi megumi"

"Wait a minute, megumi, you know him?

"Yeah, him and gojo kinda raised me since I was little"

"......WHAAAAAAAAAAT?"

"Megumi's right, he's like our own son"

"Don't push it"

"YOU WERE RAISED BY THE 2 STRONGEST SORCERERS AND YOU NEVER TOLD US?"

"YEAH, YOU'RE WAY TOO SECRETIVE FUSHIGURO, WHAT ELSE ARE YOU HIDING?"

You looked at the first years arguing and smiled slightly, remembering the days when you and satori were students too, but you got pulled out of your thoughts by your girlfriend wrapping an arm around your shoulder

"Sooooo I was thinking we should do a baseball match for this year's exchange event"

"Don't we usually do individual fights?"

"Yeah, but I wanted to change it up. Would you be so kind as to vote with me?"

"Yeah, sure, baseball sounds fun"

"Thank you handsome~. How about we go for dessert as thanks? There's this new bakery that opened up. Their cheesecake is to die for"

"That sounds amazing satori, I love you"

"Love you too so so much"

You two kissed again, after which the infinity user held your hand and started to walk away

"Wait, gojo, we need to discuss more things before you-

"Whaaaaaaaaaat? I can't hear you yaga,me and y/n are going out. Text me later if it's super important k?"

As you two walked out of the building, the others in the room sighed heavily

"How does he put up with her?"

"No idea"

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lives-in-midgard · 1 year ago

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Our Song

(Musician AU Part 1)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summary: This is the start of Wanda and readers journey. Everything started as reader heard Wanda singing in the park.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Hey everyone! This is the first part of an AU series I've been thinking for a while now and can't wait to write and share more about. Let me know what you think about it! The divider is made by @firefly-graphics.

Part 1 | Part 2

Masterlist | Musician AU

It was a beautiful day, so you decided to go for a walk on your day off from work. But this time you chose a different route to a park you haven't been lately. When you entered the park, you could feel how you started to relax. After walking for a few minutes, you heard someone playing a melody on a guitar. With every step you made into this direction you heard it clearer. Then a woman with a beautiful voice started to sing. When you got closer you saw a gorgeous woman sitting on a park bench singing and playing guitar.

You sat down on a bench in front of her and gave her a smile when she looked at you. Wanda smiled back and started to play the next song. You listened to her singing for a while. You wanted to walk over to her and tell her that she is a good singer, but you were to shy, so when you stood up from your spot on the bench you just gave her a smile and walked away. The whole day you had to think of her, and you hated the fact that you were too shy to talk to her.

Maybe she is often there you thought and so you decided to go there tomorrow at the same time after work again. The next day you walked there again but this time you took a book with you. You heard Wanda sing again and when she heard your footsteps she looked up and smiled at you. You sat down on the bench opposite from her and opened your book. You started reading and listened to her voice. Sometimes you looked up from your book and your eyes met Wanda's. When she smiled at you, you smiled back, and you began to blush.

The next few days you two kind of had like a routine. You always came there at the same time and listened to her songs. Sometimes you were there earlier than Wanda and you waited a few minutes and then she came there too. Sometimes Wanda started a conversation with, and you talked for a while. It was nice to have some company and not to be alone for both of you.

One day when you walked to the park bench Wanda was writing something in a little book. When you walked near where Wanda was sitting, she looked up and smiled.

"Hi" you said, and she greeted you back. You wanted to sit down when she suddenly said something.

"Can I have your advice on something?" You turned around.

"Sure, how can I help you?" You asked and Wanda tapped on the empty space next to her. You blushed and sat down next to her.

"It's about that song that I'm writing." She began to talk.

"Oh, you write your own songs, that's so cool."

"Yeah, I wrote a few but this one is kinda tricky."

"I don't know which melody is better for that part." Wanda said and began to play the first idea she had. When she was finished, she looked at you.

"Or what about this one?" Wanda said and began to play the next melody on her guitar. Both sound good but at this one you began to smile.

"Oh, I think that says everything." Wanda said and chuckled and you began to blush.

"The first one was good too but this one sounds so beautiful for these lyrics."

"Thank you. Do you want to hear the complete song?" Wanda asked.

"Of course, I want, what kind of question is that." You joked and Wanda chuckled. She began to play the song. When Wanda was finished you complimented her again. Then her phone made a sound and she looked at the clock.

"Oh, I have to go now, but see you next time." Wanda said with a smile and started to pack her things.

"Bye, see you." You said and waved her when she walked away. You stayed there for a while and then decided to walk back home.

The next few days you didn't have time to go to the park because you had another work schedule. And when you finally had the time to go there again Wanda wasn't there. You missed hearing her sing and talking with her. Wanda missed you too and regretted that she didn't ask for your number.

Three weeks passed when you finally saw her again. Wanda was sitting there like always playing on her guitar.

"Hi Wanda." You said when you saw her. She looked up and immediately smiled.

"Hi how are you?" She asked you.

"I'm good and you?"

"Me, too I got the time to write two new songs."

"Sounds good.” You said and talked for a while.

“Would you like to go for a coffee?" You suddenly asked her without thinking it through.

"I would love to, but I have to go now."

"Oh, okay."

"But if you have time tonight, I would like to invite you to my first gig at a bar."

"That's so cool, of course I want to come. Which bar is it?" You asked her.

"Romanoff's bar at seven o'clock"

"Okay, I'll be there." You said goodbye to each other, and then you walked home. When you were home you looked into your closet and decided what to wear. It took you a while because you wanted to look good but not to overdressed.

The time passed so fast, and you had to leave soon. You got a little nervous now knowing you will see her very soon.

When you reached the bar, you had a little time left until Wanda would start. You tried to search for her, but you didn't find her, so you decided to get a drink. There was a young woman with blonde hair at the bar. You told her which drink you would like. She answered with an accent that sounded like Russian to you. While she made you a drink you looked at her nameplate for a second, Yelena Belova it said. After Yelena handed you the drink you searched for an empty seat. You sat down somewhere where you could see the stage very good.

After a few minutes it was nearly seven o’clock and Wanda would start any minute. A woman walked on the stage now.

“Hello and welcome everyone.” The woman greeted and everyone applauded.

“For the people who are here for the first time I’m Natasha Romanoff the owner of this bar. Today will be the premier of our new singer who will perform here every Saturday from now on. I hope you guys enjoy her music and if not, you are allowed to leave anytime.” Some people chuckled but for you it sounded like Natasha was being dead serious.

“But for now, please welcome Wanda Maximoff.” Natasha finished and pointed to the left where now Wanda was standing. When Natasha passed Wanda, she whispered something into her ear and gave her a quick hug. Then Wanda was going on the stage. She put the microphone into the right position and sat down on the chair with her guitar. Before she started to sing her eyes met yours. You could see that Wanda was nervous, but you gave her a smile and nodded at her.

Wanda started to sing, and it looked like the people also enjoy her music. After she sang three songs Wanda made a short break. Then she looked at you and said something into the microphone.

“The next song is about someone who is really special to me. I hope you like it.” Wanda confirmed and started to play a melody you haven’t heard before. Wanda sang about a person with a beautiful smile, how she lights up her world without knowing it. How she fell in love. Somehow it sounded like this song was about her and you, but you didn’t want to think about that right now. You didn’t even know if she has a girlfriend or boyfriend. But you definitely had feelings for her and hoped Wanda liked you back.

After Wanda sang her last song the people in the bar applauded and she took her guitar and walked of the stage. She walked over to Natasha, and they talked. Then they suddenly looked over to you and ended their conversation. Wanda walked to you and sat down on the empty seat next to you.

“Hey.” Wanda said when she sat down.

“Hey. Wanda you were amazing.”

“Thank you, hearing the people applaud and seeing that they enjoyed it means so much to me.” You nodded.

“I can totally understand you. It must have been so awesome on the stage.”

“It really was.” Wanda smiled. You wanted to say something about the last song she sang but didn’t know what or if you should, maybe it’s going to be embarrassing when it isn’t about you. And then you did something unexpected.

“I really loved the last song you played.” You confirmed. Wanda began to smile and reached for your hand. She then held your hand across the table.

“I’m really glad you like it.” Wanda paused for a second.

“Not only because it is a song that means a lot to me but also because it is…. about you.”

“I really like you and I.”

“I like you too.” You interrupted her and made her chuckle.

“How about I take you on an actual date?” Wanda asked.

“Sounds amazing, I can’t wait.”

And that’s how your and Wanda’s story began, and you can’t wait to see what’s coming next.

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dreadsuitsamus · 8 months ago

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Chicago Part 2 | Renji Abarai x Reader |

part one

author's note: after a long time trying to continue this, i've decided it's best if i just do a part 3 instead to cap this off, rather than try to push it all into one section. like in part one, this is heavily based on music by the band highly suspect, which i will always recommend you check out! the songs chicago, vanity, and wolf (which happen to be my top 3 highly suspect songs haha) are the ones mentioned in this fic and i recommend giving them a listen just to get a bit more understanding for the things mentioned in this fic.

pairing: renji abarai x fem!reader

warnings: smoking, mentions of drug use and overdoses, rockstar!renji au, angst

The stage lights are hot against his skin, and Renji's already torn off his shirt and tossed it to the fans screaming in the crowd some time ago. It's been a long string of shows in this tour and he's been out of it most of the time, not that you'd be able to tell through his performances. He's as good as ever, still passionate and still following his soul with every word he sings. It's all he's ever known.

It's an outdoor venue tonight, and it's scorching hot as the show nears its close. Sweat drips off of him and his long, vivacious scarlet locks of hair cling to his back and torso, the cameras on him catching every little detail as he approaches the mic stand again and the lights dim as the last song slows. He's outright refused to perform Chicago the entire rest of the tour, much to the band manager's and fans alike chagrin. Ever since that afternoon he last saw you, where he begged you and you still walked away from him, he can't possibly get through the song without wanting to scream and cry and curse the day he met you.

All the other songs he wrote about you are still fair game, though.

"And I have searched my soul, yeah, for you, it's true." His lips practically kiss the mic and his long, dark lashes brush against his skin as he closes his eyes to hide from the cameras and lights alike. "But nothing ever comes out right. And I swear, I'm headed back to the other side, yeah."

Vanity, he thinks. At least I was honest.

"I can't sit around and watch us both die." His voice rings out, so vulnerable and broken and no matter how many times he sings this song or thinks about you and the good times that are years in the past, he can't help feeling choked up. "Oh no—"

"I cannot watch us both die." Renji says to you as he stares out of the window, rain falling gently as a tear slips down his cheek.

You must hate him by now, if for nothing else than surely for using a line from his breakup speech to you in a song that has been heard by millions.

"Oh no, not I. You know I've gotta try." The following cry is directly from his soul, so beautiful and powerful and he's never screamed so gorgeously in his entire career. Goosebumps litter his tattooed body and the little hairs on his neck stand on end at the feeling— the whole reason for the cameras in the first place is that they're making an edit of the tour, and there's no doubt in his mind that this performance will get a complete video of its own uploaded. It's an older song from album's past that newer listeners likely wouldn't know; what a way to introduce them to his most painful memories.

"I need you here." A damned tear slips past him, and he just knows his face is plastered on the big screens of the venue— even without them, the people in the lawn seats could figure out he's a wounded man. The agony in his voice is more than enough; the lyrics and tears just hammer the point home for those that need to be told explicitly that he's a sad, lonely, broken man.

Crying for the public is starting to become his thing, and he hates what it's doing to his image. But this is the last song of the last show of the tour, and after this… He doesn't get to sing about you for a while. The other band members want a break and it's more than reasonable, he knows. They have families, husbands and wives and happy relationships that deserve tending. He's bitter, but not outwardly enough to try and deny them their love.

He can always go solo for a while, if he really wants to torture himself.

"I've tried and I'll try again. You are my friend. This is not the end."

Maybe he'll go break his own heart again instead. By the time the rest of the band is ready to reconvene, he may just have their next album written. It's been a whirlwind in the months following Chicago, and if there's one thing he's been able to learn during his career, it's that his fans love his pain just as much as they love how he parties. They'll listen to almost anything he wants to talk about— Fucking, fighting, crying, it's all the same to them. His self-destructive misery makes them feel better about their own lives, after all. It's as addicting as cocaine to hear a man spill out his life's woes alongside an insane guitar solo.

He thinks maybe he should keep some of the songs he writes for other people, just to fuck with his fans a bit. Imagine if he didn't sell that one song to Ariana Grande? The reactions would be priceless.

You'd be able to call him out easily though. You're one of the very few people in this world that really sees through the bullshit and knows his passion for what it is.

But why couldn't you accept it? Accept him?

"I can't keep doing this, Renji! Sex, drugs, rock 'n roll— that's your thing! Not mine."

"Well tell me you liked the sex, at least."

Mm, actually he understands entirely why you couldn't.

The crowd cheers and screams and snaps their blurry little photos no one will look at as the music finishes out, and without sparing anyone a glance or thanking everybody for a wonderfully successful tour, Renji's lighting a smoke and walking off stage. It's a dick move but he'll get away with it, as is immediately proven by how they don't stop cheering as he walks out of their view.

The music video finishes off with a shot of Renji walking away, his toned back hidden by the curtain of his fiery red hair. It's gotten so much longer since the first time you saw him. He's always been a gorgeous man, truly. If you could love him on looks alone, you'd still be together now.

With an hour left before the diner closes, you've got a single customer in the entire place and you certainly hope to God he'll tip you well as you approach him with a plastered-on smile to pour him his odd request of a fresh cup of coffee at this late hour. Making ends meet has been rough, and your poor momma works just as hard as you do— you don't know what you'd give if it meant she could finally relax and put her feet up, knowing she'll be taken care of and that you'll be okay too.

Your last guest is handsome at least, with flaming hair that sits around his shoulders and with facial tattoos that surprisingly aren't ugly! You didn't think it could be done, but this random man in the diner has proven you wrong. His hairline puts anime's most prideful loser to shame, but he's still incredibly cute. He's got a napkin out and writes in complete chicken scratch, and his lips move softly as he notates what's on his mind.

"'Hey momma, it's me, your oldest son.'" He murmurs to himself, and oh good lord he's in a band, isn't he? With mommy issues on top of that??

"Your food will be out shortly." You tell him softly, not trying to break his flow. And his eyes never leave the napkin as he keeps writing, but just as you walk away he speaks.

"How late is this place open?"

You glance over your shoulder at him. "Just until midnight."

He nods to himself, scribbling down another lyric. "More than enough time. Thank you."

"Of course, sir."

"Renji."

"He did tip well, at least." You mutter and close out the video as you push away the memory; that night changed your life for several years. How dumb you were in those days! Skipped town with a man you only just met, and a budding rockstar of all people. Your poor mother was worried sick until he returned you home several weeks later, but in the end it had to have been worth it for her— Renji bought her a beautiful house at the very first opportunity he had.

The very house you're currently all alone and watching your former fiancé's music videos in.

In your recommended section is a video you must've seen a thousand times by now. It's an interview Renji had absolutely no business doing for several reasons— he was too famous for the interviewer, namely, not to mention he wasn't sober at all. They always catch him when he's under the influence, don't they? It's their best chance to squeeze out the juicy details of his broken life, their best chance to get real stories behind the pretty words he sings, and anger flickers deep in your soul at how abused he is by others. It's bad enough what he does to himself, but the way his pain is seen as a commodity for likes, views and clicks ignites a rage unlike anything else you've ever felt.

"Your new single, Wolf, what's it about?"

Renji takes a drag from his cigarette, flicking the ashy remains onto the floor. It's a dick move and he's not too fucked up to not realize it, but it's this fucking guy's own fault for inviting him. "Think it's pretty clear."

"Well from what I've interpreted, it's about heartbreak."

"It's about my fucking life being ruined, if you wanna get more specific."

"It's by your own hand though, correct? You've got quite the history of self-destruction, arrests, your drug and alcohol addictions…"

Renji groans to himself. "Can't a guy fuck up in peace? Yeah, sure. I did it to myself, 'cause fuck being happy. You think that's how I like to live?" He flicks away more ashes from the cigarette, not even bothering to take a pull from it now and far more interested in fucking up the flooring.

"Can I be honest with you?"

Renji snorts. "Sure. Nobody else is, so why not?"

"I do think that's how you like to live, Renji."

It's quiet for just a moment, but the redhead recovers with a small laugh. "Guess I deserve that."

"In 'Wolf', there's a lyric that stood out to me. "I was born to rock and now I gotta roll." This is after you say you've given someone your heart and soul— most people don't abandon such a commitment."

Renji's jaw ticks. Why the hell did he come on this show again? To be called out and humiliated on camera?? "I didn't do it for fun, or because I wanted to— I didn't have a choice. It was either stay with her and be happy and lose my goddamn self, or follow the music because I don't know who I am without it and lose her in the process."

"Why not find it? You could be a husband, a father… And still be a musician too."

"But will assholes like you still listen if I sing about tucking my kid in instead of screaming about my mommy issues? Hm? None of you fuckers want me or any other “celebrity” to be happy, ‘cause you don't get your money from that shit. What's gonna get you more views, huh? A picture of me getting married or my latest fuckin’ mugshot?"

For the first time, the interviewer is speechless and Renji flicks the remnants of his smoke at the man before walking off the set, swearing up a storm and kicking things over on his way out.

You sigh and look at the old, faded photo pinned to the corkboard on the wall. Even with the age of the polaroid, Renji's crimson hair still burns bright, just like his smile. His big, stupid mouth is curled into the prettiest smile you've ever seen, with teeth blindingly white despite his smoking habit. Still, you fondly drag your finger down the photo, smiling so gently that your eyes only crinkle softly. The day this photo was taken was amazing, and no matter the tension or the burned bridge between you now, the memory of that day and the good times you had all the time during that era raises your spirits as needed.

The ticking of the clock on the wall reminds you of yourself— it's time you get ready for work at the diner. You never thought you'd be working until midnight at a shitty diner again after you left Chicago all those years ago, but time is nothing but a flat circle, it seems. With a sigh, you pull on your uniform and tie the laces of your matching pink sneakers.

But you don't make it past the front door's threshold before your phone's ringing from a number you haven't communicated with in quite some time.

"Ichigo?" You haven't been too particularly close with him in several years— he was always Renji's friend and rival, though you did have a mean streak on Snapchat still going several years after starting it. "If this is about our streak, I'll send it when I get to work."

"It's not." His voice is somber, and the sound of his sends your skin in a carefully crawling panic. "I just thought you should know about Renji."

"... What about Renji?"

"He's in the hospital."

He hates needles.

"Is he acting up?" If he's acting a fool, he's fine and there's no real need to worry.

But then Ichigo wouldn't be calling, would he?

"He overdosed last night during a party." Ichigo murmurs quietly. “I know it's asking a lot, but… Can I fly you to California?"

Ichigo counts the seconds of silence as you contemplate the idea. He's right, it is asking a lot. Your past with Renji is muddied and his obvious remaining love for you isn't enough to erase that terrible history, even with your own heart constantly pouring out love for the man at every single glimpse of him. He was born to rock and he had to roll; isn't that what he sang?

‘And I’m, I'm burying my pain into somebody else.’ He sang that, too.

"What purpose do you think that'll serve?" Your murmur isn't cold nor laced with any sort of venom or loathing; you're already just a soft breeze away from caving in and calling the diner (again) to tell them you're skipping town for a while— for Renji. It's ultimately Ichigo that'll make the decision that determines if your mother returns from her bridge session to an empty house and a Post-It note with too few details on it.

History repeats itself in the oddest of ways, in the most unexpected of times.

"Renji needs someone." Ichigo's pleading is pitiful and awfully unlike him; desperation doesn't suit him one bit. "A lot of things have changed that you don't know about… I can't look after him anymore."

"Look after him?" A sly, mischievous little smile tilts your lips at how you recall the old days with the old group, where Renji and Ichigo went head-to-head on the dumbest arguments, stupid ideas and drinking contests just about every day and night. "You remember yourself in a much better light than I do."

Despite himself, your old friend laughs on the other end. "I'm a father now, with responsibilities! That old way of life is behind me."

You laugh with him and step back into the house, jogging upstairs to your bedroom once again. "Give me my flight details as soon as you can."

"Thank you."

That old Polaroid on the wall brings a spark to your heart this time, rather than the feeling of emptiness and nostalgia it usually does.

"Baby, I met you in downtown Chicago." You sing under your breath, just as your phone lights up with the information that sets a fire up under your ass to pack quickly— that jerk chose a flight that departs in three hours!

#renji abarai x reader #renji abarai x you #renji x you #renji x reader #bleach x reader #bleach imagine #x reader #reader insert #fic

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year ago

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Mummy p15

Media TMR AU X Pycho

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Horror / scary/ horrifying

Mummy Series

"that's it. That's where his story ends" I said closing the book "what happened to Lilly?" "I don't know. Never saw her again." "I don't see how this story changes my opinion of you, you were just as teary and cuddly when we first met" "True" he blushed"but it's what happened after he stopped writing" "What happened newt?" "... He came up here. He told me what he did, and we both knew what my mother would do. So we spent what little time we had left, together. After all, he was the closest thing to a father I've ever known. We sat together and we repaired my train, repainted it with fresh colours, we had a cuddle and he told me a story and we made a deal"

"A deal?"

"I help him, and keep it our little secret. He didn't want to suffer at the hands of my mother" he explained "He knew my mother would torture him, make him suffer for what he did. So we agreed I'd do this for him and keep it our secret." he explained "Once the train was fixed and we said our goodbyes, he got settled and I wiped my tears. and Yeah," he sniffled wiping his tears

"You- You..."

"I killed him. He begged me, I couldn't let him suffer. I did as he asked me too. so I did as he asked"

"You killed him. You really killed him?"

"See this is why I didn't want to tell you."

"Newt. it's okay" I told him holding his hand "I understand. that's a very kind thing you did for him"

"He wanted to go peacefully, without my mother's torture. so I let him go"

"That's a very sweet thing newt. I don't think any different of you newt. I promise" I smiled giving him a cuddle he held me tightly squeezing me tightly "I forgive you, and I'm sure he does too"

"I hope so."

I sat nervously on the bed my knees pulled tightly into my chest listening to the intense shouting beyond the doors. It had been a good few weeks since we lost our baby but the time seemed to have slipped away from me completely, I'd barely left the bed since we buried him. Newt had been supportive as much as he could be given he wasn't in the best state either.

But she was causing problems again.

She was constantly coming and forcing us down for dinner, forcing us to have conversations with her just doing anything she could to get us out of the bedroom.

Newt and Ava were downstairs arguing, she had taken him away to have a privet conversation and he begrudgingly agreed too and it quickly became an argument.

She was trying to demand we started trying for another child so it didn't go well.

"You can't be serious! you're a monster! we've barely had a month since we buried our baby in what world do you think it's okay to ask us when we're going to start having another baby!" He screamed at her

I wanted to go down and help but I didn't want to get hurt by her and honestly, I sort of liked hearing Newt shout at her, I liked hearing him stand up for himself, for us. I didn't want to get in the way.

After a while the sound quieted down, I heard footsteps up the stairs and immediately hid myself behind the bed as the door opened and quickly closed again. I held my breath squeezing my legs tightly.

"It's just me sugar cookie" He says coming around to help me to my feet

"How'd it go?"

"How do you think it went, she's pouting," he says forcing a smile

"I can imagine so, I can't believe her"

"Me either. Let's not worry about it" he says kissing my forehead "Come on, would a bubble bath make you feel better?"

"it would"

"Alright We'll go and run a nice bath"

I sighed as I knew we didn't have much of a choice Ava was forcing us down for dinner tonight so we'd had a bath, We often took baths together nowadays as it's the only room in the house with a lock other than the basement, even if it's just the bathroom it gave us some privacy, some time to feel safe in ourselves behind a locked door. It was our time to run the tab together and sit in the empty bath talking and cuddling. But tonight as she was forcing us to come down for dinner, she said she was making a special dinner. We shared a nice bath as usual and we returned to our room and got organised

"She's going to ask" he says as he as always helped me into my little dress

"I know"

"I don't understand why she's like this, She hated you being pregnant so I don't know why she wants you pregnant again"

"She wants a child to mother, you've matured so much since I've been here. she doesn't like it. if she can't have you she'll have our child at least then it's a part of you"

"I've had to mature," He says coming to wrap his arms around me and giving my cheek a kiss "Trauma does that to you. or it does when you understand it"

"I didn't mean to-"

"No, I needed to sugarcookie. I couldn't stay that way forever, I'm thankful I have you every day and everything you've taught me"

"I don't want to get pregnant again"

"It won't happen. not till we're out of here I promise" he says turning me to face him and kissing my forehead "if she forces us, I'll fake it. I promise I'm not getting you pregnant till we're far away from here, where the baby can be safe"

"Newt darling!" Ava calls

"Come on let's get this over with" He sighed I nodded and we headed down hand in hand Seeing she had set the table with flowers, potatoes, chicken, cheese, veg quite a spread indeed Newt pulled out the chair for me letting me sit and tucking it in behind me before taking his own seat making a point to walk past the chair of his mother without doing the same for her getting the orange juice on the table to bring it between us sitting in his own seat beside me, she took her own seat and there was a very thick tension as she carved the chicken watching us eat, I did make a point to eat a fair amount as I was rather hungry and it left little air open for discussion if both newt and I just kept eating constantly chewing and having things in our mouths prevented her from starting conversations, the room deadly silence with the only sound the clocks ticking, the fireplace's cracks, the sounds of cutlery occasionally making contact with the plates and serving bowls as we ate

"So, when am I to expect you to be expecting" she said and Newt rolled his eyes dropping his cutlery a moment

"Not for a while Mummy"

"Why is that? you having trouble?"

"No. we're not. We are just not planning on children"

"Why not?"

"We just don't have any plans right now. We're still grieving our son"

"You can't grieve forever. Just let me in. Let me know your plans"

"We don't have any. Please stop asking your up-setting us both"

"Well excuse me for being curious," she says starting to cry "I just want to know what's going on with your life, You hardly ever speak to me anymore and spend all day up in your room, I feel so alone down here, I don't get to talk to you, I don't get to see you,"

"Well maybe there's a reason for that," he says

"You really need to get pregnant soon," she says to me

"Mother! Enough" He says "You had enough?" he asks me and I nod "Me too, come on have a nice night Mother," he said helping me out of the chair She began to try again but we just went upstairs to the bedroom and he pulled me closely "I'm sorry sugarcookie"

"It's okay newt," I told him nuzzling closer

"Come on let's just get to bed" he sighed,

We got sorted for bed and it wasn't long until we drifted off, It was strange just how quickly we drifted off to sleep but I guess maybe we were just tired.

#tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #thomas sangster imagine #tbs imagines #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #newt #tmr newt smut #tmr newt imagine #newt imagines #newt imagine #tdc newt smut #newt smut au #newt smut #tmr newt imagines

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skzhua · 2 years ago

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friends without desire | part 11 - a cheesecake and a date.

MASTERLIST

pairing: ex-boyfriend!han jisung x dance student!reader, brother!hwang hyunjin x sister!reader

genre: social media!AU, college!AU, exes to friends, exes to lovers.

warnings: none for now.

summary: where minho being a dumbass led to meeting him again.

Jisung played with his pencil, looking at the clock. Damn, this class was getting boring. It was not like it was interesting to start with, but it was particularly unpleasant today. It might have been because he was stressed. Maybe because he drank two coffees this morning. Or maybe because people were staring at him since he did go missing for a day. Thanks to smartass Changbin who posted about it. Whatever was the reason, he could not wait until it finished.

"Get in teams and do the five first questions." the teacher said after an endless monologue.

Jisung came back to reality and turned to Jeongin, who started to write in his notebook right away. "You know the answers already?"

"If you were listening, maybe you would too." the younger man said, not looking up from his notebook.

"I was listening."

"Uh uh, sure."

After explaining the whole chapter to Jisung, the two boys left as soon as the class ended.

"You're meeting up with Y/N again?" Jeongin asked, while they walked to his locker.

"She's not allowed to see me from what Chan told me. I'm seeing Hyunjin, though."

"It's been a while."

"Yeah." Jisung said as he bit his bottom lip in nervousness. "Is it going to be awkward, you think?"

"He might bring up the fact you cut him out of his life, but he's not the type to hold grudges. You know him." Jeongin shrugged as they started to head towards his next class.

"You're right." he laughed awkwardly. They walked in silence for a bit, until they reached the exit.

"I'll see you tomorrow night? I'm guessing you're going to the show." Jeongin said.

"I'll be there, yes."

"Alright, have fun with Hyunjin!" he waved as he continued to walk in the hallway.

"And have fun in class."

Hyunjin sat at a table in the corner of the café. He looked at his watch : 11:59am. Almost right after he looked up from his wrist, Jisung opened the door and looked around, searching for Hyunjin. As soon as he spotted him, he came to sit in front of his friend with a smile plastered on his face.

"Hyunjinnie~ It's been so long since we met like this." he cheered.

"I wonder why..." he answered, not showing as much enthusiasm as Jisung. "Now, spill it."

"Can I order first?" he laughed shyly, but stopped quickly seeing how serious Hyunjin was. "Okay, but you swear, no one has to know."

"God dammnit, Han! I told you I'll keep my mouth shut." he groaned, growing impatient.

"Okay, okay..." Jisung took the time to breathe in. "Do you remember when we got turned down by the agency?"

"Yes, obviously." Hyunjin answered, a bit confused on where this was going.

"And do you remember how your sister and I fought afterwards?"

"Yes..." he answered again.

"We told you all it was because Y/N was being a bit too much and it got on my nerves. We kind of lied to you, guys." he said, giving an apologetic look. "But the truth is, she contacted another agency to take me in without telling me. Obviously, I was furious she didn't consult me first. I still went to the audition. I was certain I was not going to make it, which is why I didn't tell anyone. Well, after Y/N and I broke up, they called me back. I went to a couple more auditions. Only recently, they told me they want me as a producer for their artists. That's what I've been doing; going to the company at night." he finishes.

Hyunjin didn't react at first. He only blinked a few times, before standing up. Jisung was convinced the guy was pissed and was about to leave, but instead, Hyunjin went to the counter and ordered an iced americano and a cheesecake. Jisung observed his friend's action, getting even more confused on why he just bought his favourite treat. When Hyunjin took his seat back, he pushed the cake to Jisung and started sipping his coffee.

"Don't stare at it, it's for you." Hyunjin pointed to the plate.

"Right, but why?"

"Like you said, it's been a while since we hung out. I just thought I could pay you some cheesecake." he shrugged. "And also, because you should be celebrating your new job instead of living a double life like an idiot."

"I saw the nagging coming." Jisung sighed, but started to dig in the cake nonetheless.

"I'm not nagging, I'm putting things logically here. You got this amazing opportunity, you took it, and you're keeping it a secret? Why didn't you tell us? If anything, I'm so happy for you."

Jisung's heart melted at the support Hyunjin gave, but he didn't understand why he wss getting worked up on the fact he hid it. "The gig was a 3racha thing. This audition was solo. I didn't want the boys to be mad I'm doing all of this by myself and didn't even mention them to the company."

"But you did mention them to the company, right?" Hyunjin said, an eyebrow raised. Jisung didn't answer. Instead, he took another bite of his cheesecake. "Right..?"

"I'm going to, eventually! I met with the other producer only three times for now. I wanted to test out the waters and she did seem a bit sus at first, but she's okay I guess."

Hyunjin facepalmed in despair. Jisung always overthought everything, so it didn't surprise him he was being extra careful in this situation. However, it didn't change the fact it was wrong of him to keep this to himself.

"You should definitely tell the others."

"There's already Seungmin who keeps bugging me with this, I don't need the both of you to do the job." Jisung pouted, but Hyunjin only glared at him once more. "I'm just scared."

"Of what? Of Chan?" Hyunjin huffed. Jisung nodded in response. "Bang Chan scares you?"

"He's the leader and the most talented among 3racha. He's the one who's supposed to be recognized for his talent. Meanwhile, I'm the youngest with no experience who doesn't even mention his teammates to his company."

"He won't get mad because you were selfish for once in your life."

"Do you even know Chan?"

"He's strict, sure. But he's like that because he thinks of others before himself. I'm convinced he'll take it well. I suggest you do mention the boys tk your company, though." Hyunjin said as he gestured Jisung's phone.

"What? Right now?"

"Why not?"

"I don't think it's the right time." Jisung mumbled only causing a grunt to escape from Hyunjin's mouth.

The older man lost no time in taking Jisung's phone, unlocking it – Jisung had always had the same password since forever – and was about to press the contact dubbed as "Side Hoe". Jisung attempted poorly to get his device back, but Hyunjin's long arms put it out of his reach.

"Jisung. Now. Or I'll actually do it myself."

Seeing that Hyunjin would not let go until he did so, Jisung gave up and finally got his phone back.

"What do I say?"

"I don't know, just greet her I guess. Who is she anyway?" Hyunjin said curiously as Jisung started typing.

"My current co-producer. She needed someone to help her out for an upcoming album."

"That's good, they have female staff."

"Yeah, and she's so young! I'd say not older than Chan. They're recruiting the young generation to be more in trend I suppose." he explained as he kept typing.

"Seems legit to me."

"Oh my god, she said yes." Jisung exclaimed before showing the messages to Hyunjin, who grinned in satisfaction.

"I told you it wouldn't be that bad. Why do you write so formely with her? You even put periods." Hyunjin laughed.

"She's my superior, technically. I need to stay professional."

Hyunjin laughed again, but stopped as he read the new message. "Are superiors allowed to ask that?"

Jisung, confused, took his phone back. As his eyes scanned each word, a weird feeling in his stomach grew. "What the fuck do I answer to that?"

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids han #han jisung #han jisung x reader #stray kids social media au #han jisung social media au

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armpirate · 1 year ago

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UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 12

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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MASTERLIST

I get home, like I usually do, like I've been doing the past three months since Leslie decided to start some design courses. Both me and Mark were fine with her doing that, she was tired of doing the same thing in the studio and was looking to do something new. I loved that from her. How she was never afraid of testing herself and taking risks, always trying to learn new things.

Ever since she started that course, she'd leave the studio an hour or so earlier, and we'd meet back home, where she'd be waiting for me with a beautiful smile. It was crazy how good changes looked on her: her hair was brighter, her skin looked smooth and her mood boosted.

Today is different though.

Mark said we had no customers left, so he told me to get home earlier because he was the only one that'd be busy that evening.

Something stops me from crossing the door though, my phone ringing in the back pocket of my jeans.

I open my eyes slowly, meeting the darkness in my room and the warmth of my blankets when I'm fully aware of the place I'm in. I roll in bed, insulting myself for having that dream again after so long. I thought I moved on from that, I genuinely thought I wouldn't be having that dream again, but guess I was wrong.

I groan when the phone doesn't stop ringing, and sneak my hand out of the blankets to reach it.

If it's Taehyung, trying to get me to pick me from somewhere else, I'm going to kill him. I don't know what time it is, but I'm going to kill him.

Cocktease

I'm even more confused when I see her nickname on my phone screen, because why is she calling at four in the morning? I bet whatever she needs to say can wait for a more normal time.

—Yeah?

While I wait for her answer, I roll on the bed again, lying my back on the mattress. She's totally silent, I can't even hear her breathing, so I kind of assume she might've called by mistake. I'm getting ready to hang up the call, but her voice stops me.

—What's the penalty if one of us doesn't carry out their part of the deal? —she asks fast.

What?

—Are you fucking serious? —I sigh hard— It's 4 am, what's your fucking problem?

—We never mentioned what could happen. And it's already been a week.

And she thinks about this at four in the morning. She could've asked me that earlier this evening, yet she didn't. She waited for me to get home, and fall asleep to do it. Unless...

—Is this an excuse to make sure I didn't take anyone home after leaving your house?

—No —she rushes to answer—. Listen...

—I'm a man who can keep a promise —I continue either way—. But I can tell you what I did after getting home...

—That's not what I called for —she replies back.

Sure, thing. If that isn't the reason, I can't make up who in their right mind would call just to ask something like that. Either she's crazy or she wants to annoy the fuck out of me. And, at this point, it's probably the two of them.

—I didn't think of anything because we are both grown ups. The moment one of us wants to walk away, it'll be okay —I decide to answer her question—. Why? Do you want to write down some penalties?

—No.

That answer leaves me confused, but I find it funny for some reason. She's contradicting herself and she just doesn't mind.

—Why are you awake so late, huh?

—I couldn't sleep —she doesn't sound convincing at all.

—So, since you couldn't sleep, you decided to wake me up —I sigh, loud enough so she can hear it—. Cocktease, I thought we said we would wave a white flag. It's the first rule.

She goes back to being silent. And, at some point, it kind of scares me thinking about the possibility of Y/n taking what I'm saying seriously. I was annoyed when I woke up, but not now that I'm talking to her.

I'm just playing around.

—Do you have plans for tomorrow? —I dare to ask, breaking the silence.

—No.

—Want to hang out? I'll drive you to work after.

I could've hung up after she said yes, but instead, I keep the conversation going, which doesn't make sense. It just seems like the right thing to do right now, and I don't care enough to look any deeper into it.

—Good thing you said yes, because you need to make up for waking me up with a beer —I chuckle—. You have no idea how hard it'll be for me to get back to sleep now.

—Oh yes, I bet it'll be so hard for you to fall asleep —she scoffs—. I saw it in Seneca, how problematic you are for that. Especially when you fell off the bed —she says with sarcasm.

—So that's what happened? —I palm my forehead— My knees were hurting when I woke up, now I know why. Thank you —I hear her laughing on the other side—. But it's not the same. You've woken me up in the middle of the night, that doesn't mean I don't have a deep sleep. Actually...

I don't know why I'm telling her how Taehyung pierced my eyebrow while I was asleep the night of my graduation after having way too many beers, but hearing her cackle and asking about it makes me think it wasn't a bad idea after all. It just flows naturally with her. It's not a forced conversation, it's just going on because we both want to talk to each other.

Weird, isn't it?

I hear her moving and yawning, before she points up she has never, in her life, gotten drunk. And I make Y/n laugh again when I gasp dramatically.

—I can't believe you.

—Never —she assures me—. I've never tested my limits. So yeah... never.

—I need to change that —I bite my lip.

We keep talking for a few more minutes, until I never hear her speak again. I call her name, and even make some sounds to get her attention, but I get nothing.

She probably fell asleep.

—Good night, cocktease —I whisper, hanging up the phone.

I look up at the ceiling through the darkness, trying to remember the last time I felt this way about talking to someone -without the aim of sleeping with her the next day. I mean, I know I have the whole deal with Y/n, but that's exactly why I don't need to talk with her right now. I could've cut the conversation, I could've ignored her call... But I didn't.

✸ ✸ ✸

—No, you pick him up.

Y/n looks at me nervously, and then looks around. When I first told her to reach out to any of the guys in here, and flirt, I was kidding -not really. I was just trying to piss her off and push her buttons, and I really thought she'd just shrug it off and move on. But, instead, she took my invite and agreed to it, trying to make me pick up the boy she'll flirt with.

She keeps encouraging me to choose, when I actually want to tell her that she doesn't have to do that. So I give in. I look around, trying to find any man that could be easy for her. Most of them are coming with other girls, or other guys, and that could put Y/n in an uncomfortable situation -if she's already struggling at doing it with one, I can't imagine how hard it'll be if she has public witnessing everything. No, I need someone who's alone.

I see one boy sitting on the counter, but he's just scrolling through his phone, nothing interesting. And when I see him dig his index in his nose, I know he can't be the one. Mentally shaking my head, I keep scrolling over the room, finding a guy with short brown hair, looking at his phone. He looks boring, but he's by himself and he has a book on the table -so it could be a good excuse to talk to him first.

Her eyes follow my finger, landing on the guy, just to fall on me back again shortly after. I try to reassure her, and cheer her up. And that seems to be enough for a while. At least until she's aware of what it's about to happen, and turns on her tracks to look at me again with horror. She gets my negative when I shake my hands in the air, and turns on her feet again.

After she finally taps on his shoulder, I swear I can hear her fast breathing and her heart pumping hard against her chest when he turns around. I follow every single movement she makes, and when I see her pointing up somewhere in the table, I think she might've taken the lead and control the situation. But instead of keeping the conversation going, I see the guy giving her a confused look, just to hand her some napkins right after.

—It could've been worse —I try to comfort her when she's back to me.

But she's still upset over what happened, at least it's what it seems by the way she hides her face behind her hands. Huffing and whining every few minutes. I tap on the table, trying to get back her attention.

—I'll give you a demonstration. Pick any girl you want —I encourage her.

Clearly, she goes for the girl who got there with her boyfriend, and that was all over him just five minutes ago. I try to give her the chance to change, but she genuinely wants to see me being rejected.

And that's not gonna happen.

—Hey —I greet the girl, who looks at me confused when I reach her table—. I need your help with something.

—Sure —she frowns, leaving her phone back on the table.

—I came with my girlfriend... No, don't look at her —I stop her, when I see her attempting to move her head towards my table—. She's jealous as fuck, but she's also pissing me off constantly on how I would never be able to pull a girl like you. So could you play along?

—Okay —she isn't frowning anymore, but I can tell she's still confused.

—Laugh and play with your hair —I smile, sitting on the free chair while I laugh along.

I keep talking nonsense, although most of it is me thanking her for helping me out. And it's all fine until I feel my body being lifted and dragged away from the chair, and I bet I've seen my life pass in front of my eyes when the six feet tall man raises his fist at me.

—Who the fuck are you?

—A friend? —I try, but that only makes him groan.

—I was looking for you —I hear her voice, before she tries to get in between us, although her eyes are fixed on me—, I told you selling those bibles around would get you in trouble someday.

—Bibles? —the man that's still holding me asks.

—Yeah —she nods fast—. Poor boy just got out of jail for robbing them, so he's trying to make up for it by helping to sell them. He doesn't realize when he's overstepping boundaries though, don't take him seriously.

As soon as he lets me go, Y/n holds me by my wrist and drags me away from there, back to our table. I look at her intensely, thinking she would apologize. She never does. She only looks away, at any point in the bar but me.

—You knew she was with her boyfriend.

—What? No —Y/n looks at me with rounded eyes, trying to act shocked by my accusation.

Thank god she didn't try to be an actress.

—It's funny —I look at her, while supporting both of my elbows on the table—. You were perfect at pulling a big story to save me from getting my nose broken, yet you are unable to lie to me with a short answer.

—Think whatever you want of me.

The way she lifts her chin and looks away again is so cute, it makes me smile and giggle unconsciously.

—By the way —I try to get her attention—, that story? How did you come up with it?

—When you have strict parents, you learn how to lie and come up with the dumbest, not totally believable, excuses —she shrugs.

I guess that makes sense.

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #jungkook pov #Under His Skin #armpirate

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kpop-kitkat · 2 years ago

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Throughout the Years | Kim Yonghee

pairing | lover!kim yonghee x f!reader

genre/cw | fluff, slight angst, non idol au, sexual content, fluffy bath scene that’s slightly suggestive, dad!yonghee, mom!reader, cute family, stress, hurt comfort sorta

wc | 2.0k

notes | yonghee is so sweet i cannot-

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Love is one of the most wonderful things a human being can experience. And to find love at the young age of fourteen, while not exactly ideal, is just as much of a gift. That was the case for Y/n and Yonghee.

You hear about middle school romances in movies, books, the news even. But never did these two think they'd find their lover in grade nine. It was fate, honestly. Like the most cliche romance drama, Y/n was being picked on by the school's bad boy. And her hero, Yonghee, happened to be in the vicinity.

"Go away Kento," Y/n begged, hugging her books close to her chest as she backed into her locker.

"No seriously," Kento continued from his previous words. "I'm confused. Were you born that ugly? Or did your witch of a mother use her magic and put a curse on you?"

"Leave her be Kento," Yonghee seethed, stepping into the situation.

"Oh look, it's the Yongster. Come to help your little girlfriend again? What are you going to do about it, tell my mom? You're not a real threat," he scoffed, inching his way closer to Y/n. And nothing could've prepared Kento for what Yonghee was about to do. Yonghee pushed his shoulders, forcing him away from Y/n, before punching him straight in the face, effectively sending him to the floor. "Ah! Help! Yonghee hurt me!" He immediately sounded, like the spoiled brat he was brought up as. But nobody listened to him. They were all equally fed up with his evil antics. In fact, they sided with Yonghee.

"Nobody is going to help you, Kento. Now leave us, and while you're at it, get a life," Yonghee growled, earning a round of applause from his nearby peers.

Yonghee took Y/n's hand and brought her out of there, and into the open air of the outdoor basketball court just outside the school's gym.

"Thank you, Yonghee. You didn't have to stick up for me like that. I appreciate it," she smiled.

"Yeah, no problem," Yonghee blushed, being the shy teenager he was. He cleared his throat, remembering how he had been on his way to tell her something. Something important. "Hey uh... I've been meaning to ask you something," he scratched the back of his head.

"Okay, what is it?" Y/n tilted her head at the boy. The boy who she had her eyes on since fifth grade.

"I was wondering if... you... maybe uh... wanted to go out? Like to the park? Together?" He smiled sheepishly. "It doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be... I just think you're cute and I uh-"

The flustered boy was cut off by Y/n pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, catching him off guard. "It's a date then."

"Y-yeah, cool."

~~~~~

Y/n cheered as loud as she possibly could when Yonghee scored a three-pointer, winning the game for Cix Academy's high school basketball team, the angels. The rest of the arena cheered as well. The fans, family members, and friends ran onto the court to congratulate the boys on winning, not only a game, but the championship. But Y/n, not wanting to be trampled, waited for the commotion to die down before she congratulated her boyfriend. And once the people cleared out, she did just that.

"Yonghee!" Y/n yelled, grabbing the boy's attention. She jumped into his open arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. "You did so well!" She squealed in delight.

Yonghee hugged her tightly. "Thank you," he smiled before pulling away to see her face. "I couldn't have done it without you cheering me on from the stands," he smirked, looking down at her lips.

"Stop it," she playfully rolled her eyes.

He laughed. "You love it," he said, then capturing her lips for a brief moment. He pulled away and set her down before walking towards the exit, arm around his girlfriend's shoulder.

~~~~~

Yonghee and Y/n, the newlyweds, sat across from each other as they enjoyed a nice home cooked meal made by Y/n, in their brand new house. Life was seemingly perfect. He had everything he needed and wanted. Or so he thought.

”So, how do you entertain yourself when I’m gone?” Yonghee wondered, taking another bite.

”Lots of things. Piano, reading, swimming, cleaning,” she listed, also taking another bite. She swallowed and took a silent deep breath before saying the next part. “Taking a pregnancy test.”

Yonghee nearly spit out all of his water, but he gulped it down. “You took a test?”

”Yeah,” Y/n smiled.

Yonghee had never felt his heart beat so fast. It was out of pure anticipation and excitement. “What did it say babe?”

”Look under your plate.”

His gasped before lifting the glass plate that held his food ever so carefully. Under it, was a Clear Blue pregnancy test. And on it, was written the word, pregnant. “Oh my gosh,” he gasped, holding a hand to his mouth, feeling the tears welling up. He was wrong when he said he had everything he wanted earlier. Because now, he did. He got up from his seat and went to his wife. When she stood, he immediately embraced her, choked up, not knowing what to say. She smiled and hugged back.

“Are you happy, love?” Y/n asked quietly, stroking the back of his head.

He looked into her eyes and sniffed, crying but laughing at the same time. “I’m more than happy, baby,” he smiled so wide, Y/n could’ve sworn she’d never seen him smile wider. “I love you so much,” he said, embracing her again, as he began to sway her back and forth.

”I love you too,” Y/n sighed, so grateful for his positive reaction. Despite the fact that Y/n and Yonghee had been trying for a baby after their first couple months married, fear still gripped her. All the possible scenarios would run through her head, and she’d begin to regret the whole thing. But Yonghee would never do something like that. He loved Y/n, and just as much, he loved children. She couldn’t be a luckier woman.

“I can’t wait until the baby is born. Just to see you brush our little girl’s hair, or dance with our little boy,” began Yonghee. “You’re an amazing cook, you have an amazing fashion sense, and you’re just an amazing person. You’ll be the perfect mother. I know you will.”

”Oh Yong,” Y/n whispered, tearing up at his words. “I know you’ll be just as good a father.”

Yonghee laughed again, wiping her tears away with his thumbs. “I don’t deserve you babe. I really don’t. But I love you, and I’ll love our child just as much,” he said, moving his hand to caress her stomach.

~~~~~

“Minjoon! Hana! Stop jumping on the furniture!” Y/n yelled as she tried not to burn the chicken she was frying. Her two children only laughed and stuck their tongues out, knowing she couldn’t get to them. “Don’t make me tell your dad!”

”Yes mommy,” they replied in unison, both jumping back onto the floor, knowing they didn’t want punishment from their dad.

It wasn’t easy, parenting a six and four-year-old, while your husband was working a late day. But it had become the normal as of late. But Yonghee promised he’d talk it over with his boss, and have more time at home. Money wasn’t even a problem for them, he shouldn’t have to work his ass off when he had two children and a wife at home.

”Minjoon, go clean your room. It’s a mess,” ordered Y/n.

”Okay,” the brown haired boy pouted, dragging his feet up the stairs.

“And Hana, make sure mommy and daddy’s bathroom is clean,” she told her black haired daughter. She was only four, so she could only inspect the bathroom, not clean it.

Hana went upstairs, checked the bathroom, and went to report. “It’s clean!”

”Thank you baby,” Y/n said, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she finished her meal, luckily without burning it. “Where’s Minjoon?”

”Cleaning his room.”

”Oh right,” Y/n mentally facepalmed. She sat down on the sofa and checked her phone realizing, she had gotten a text from Yonghee.

Love😇: Home in ten! Sorry for taking so long. Ily 😘

Ten minutes ago

She quickly made sure everything in the house was picked up, and also cleaned herself off a bit. And when she heard the keys jangling in the door’s lock, she ran to the door, her children back in the living room playing with their toys. She smiled, seeing her husband’s handsome face after a long and tiring day.

”Hi baby,” Yonghee sighed happily, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“Yonghee,” Y/n sighed, just happy to be in his hold.

”You sound tired,” he pouted, looking at the bags under her eyes. “Everything alright.”

She didn’t want to cry, but emotions overtook her. She was on her period also, adding to the day’s stress. “You’ve been gone so much lately, and it’s hard to take care of a huge house while making dinner and supervising two children,” she said, all choked up.

”Aww baby, I’m so sorry I couldn’t be here. I promise I’ll try to take time off, okay?” He smiled, caressing her cheek.

“Okay,” she sniffed, smiling again.

Yonghee looked to see his children. “Daddy!” They both screamed, running into his arms. He laughed as he was nearly trampled before hugging them both, knees on the floor.

“I missed you two,” he said, kissing both of their heads. “Let’s eat and go to bed early today, okay? Mommy is really tired.”

“Okay!” Said Minjoon, happily skipping to the dining table.

Yonghee assisted Y/n as they set the table for their family of four. Five if you count the dog that waits for food to fall under the table.

They all enjoyed the well cooked meal: fried chicken, a vegetable mix, and some mashed potatoes, the kids’ personal favorite.

After eating, Yonghee told Y/n to rest on the sofa as he filled the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen. He then went to his children. “Alright you two, time for bed.”

”But we’re not sleepy!” Hana whined.

”Do you want to go to the park tomorrow?” Yonghee asked.

”Yeah!” Minjoon exclaimed.

”Then let’s go,” he nodded his head towards the stairs. They pouted, but they complied.

Once he finished putting them to bed, he went to his nearly sleeping wife. “Baby,” he whispered, causing her to stir. “Do you want to take a bath together?”

She nodded in response, but refused to open her eyes. He shook his head and smiled before picking her up, bridal style, and carrying her upstairs. He ran the hot water and made sure it was the perfect temperature before he went to Y/n again. He carefully removed all of her clothes, and still awed at the sight of her beautiful body. “You’re so lovely baby,” he whispered, kissing her lips and nose before picking her up again, carrying her to the bath. Once he stripped his own clothes and got in next to her, he gently lathered lavender scented soap all over her body. Then he got the vanilla scented hair wash and massaged her scalp, earning a moan of satisfaction from Y/n. He took the mini shower head and rinsed her body and hair off. Once he finished, he pulled her to his chest, loving the feeling of her body against his.

“Yonghee,” Y/n sighed, clearly sleepy.

”Yes love?” He smiled, kissing the top of her head.

”I love you,” she replied, yawning.

”I love you more,” Yonghee sighed, closing his eyes as he rested his head atop hers.

Most people say middle school romances never last. But look at Y/n and Yonghee. Met in fifth grade, fell in love at ninth. And they made it work.

Because true love isn’t temporary. It’s forever.

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mmx-code-crimpphire · 1 year ago

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The Government in Crimpphire-verse Part 1- probably

Phew okay!!

Apologies for not getting any HCs out in the last few days- I've been in a hyperfocus mode again, wanting to hear my fics be podfics so I can listen when I'm in bed

for some reason, I get inspired to write more when I hear my stories at night when I'm trying to sleep and wanna think about my things hehe

I have been thinking what else to make into personal podfics, and it's def making me wanna write more. So there may be an AU story coming out in a bit who knows~

hope you enjoy this headcanon!!

I thought I would give my thoughts on how the Government treats Robots, Robot Masters and Reploids alike.

NEW CHAPTER ON AO3!

At first they’re reluctant, but chill when it comes to the Robot Masters first being made. But after they were first stolen and reprogrammed, it becomes a surfaced concern, but they let it slide, since Wily has been considered a mad scientist when being expelled from the University of Robotics. Though, that’s another story for another day.

I’ll put it briefly that they aren’t too kind to Robotics after what happened in the Robot Master Era, which I will not spoil for the sake of the fic being made behind the scenes~.

And you know that that means: they especially don’t take too kindly to Zero, even after he turned good boy scout from amnesia and is given a second chance, thanks to Dr Cain.

In the Robot Master Era, they were definitely more forgiving, as previously mentioned. But as time passed, especially towards the end of that era and into an era they called “Robotics Ban” before it was finally lifted, it wasn’t a fun time. It took many Roboticists out of work and a lot of Robot Masters left, especially in the Wanderers were either left to rot, killed on sight, or tried to keep on living as long as they could while going into hiding with other humans who still accepted them.

A lot of them are the Wanderers, of course, but a lot had to live without their founder and leader, Blues. Who had to be changed and converted into an AI along with Night Man, and Bass following afterward. That’ll be another post/chapter for another day.

But because of this “Robotics Ban” a lot of that had happened, and Mega City was in its dark ages.

Yeah- if you couldn’t tell, from the Classic Series, it’s going to be dark from the prequel and gets darker as the series progresses. Which is what I wanted, but I could never figure out how I was going to develop that. Despite the fact I wanted it to be about X and Zero’s development as close best friends and it turning into a romantic relationship, yeah there’s going to be a dark story surrounding the main plot, so it’s gonna be a ride.

HOOOO BOY I don’t even know if I, myself, am ready for this, but I’m gonna try cuz it’s been SO long since I wrote a dark story with a Romantic ship being the main focus.

Point is, the Government was being harsh in the Reploid era. After X was found, they were furious once they found out Cain was responsible for finding anything like him, and Cain has fought for X’s rights. Which will also be another post for another day.

But after all that, the Government is still a harsh mistress to this day, and even supporting the Emerald Spears in this era. WHICH ARE ALSO IN THIS AU I FORGOT TO MENTION LMAO.

I liked them that much from the Archie Comics that I decided I wanted to add them.

ANYWAY HAHA

That’s basically it until the fics progress and I’ll post more about it.

#vincent rambles #code crimpphire headcanons #headcanons #xzero #zerox #headcanon - the government in the au

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pentechnics · 2 years ago

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Here Comes the Rain

Chapter 17 of Of Love and Time

Summary: As the rain falls on the world around you both to wash away the last of your woes, after having to keep your feelings closed away for so long, your love has come back to you.

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!teacher!Reader

Series Content: teacher/parent AU, fluff, slow burn, lots of mutual pining, mild sexual tension, mentions of past trauma (tagged in detail for specific chapters), depictions of violence (nothing explicit, no gore), angst, a dash of hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, Grogu is at the equivalent age of a human 4-year-old and can speak

Notes: Here we are, my loves. The final chapter of the main story. And yes, I did cry while I wrote it. Words can't describe how I'm feeling right now. This fic is my entire heart and soul, it's the one that started this whole shebang, and so many of you have been avidly supporting it since the very beginning. And so so many of you have just found it and continue to give it so much love!! No matter when you joined the fam, I can't tell you all how much I appreciate you with words alone!

Now, I've said this before but I'm gonna say it again: I'm not done with these two! While their main story is now wrapped up, I still plan to write more snippets from Din's POV, and I am always welcome to asks about these two. Don't be shy sending those my way, okay?

Also, it never occurred to me that I haven't shared this fic's theme song with you all. It's right here. I can't find this version anywhere else but it's this one specifically lol. From beginning to end, this song has been one of the main driving forces of the narrative. So listen, think about them, and enjoy!

I love you all so so SO much and I really hope you enjoy this chapter! Thank you all again for coming with me on this ride, it has truly been one to remember! ❤️

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‘Of course! So happy he’s okay. Excited to see you.’

Din had spent much of the night in Grogu’s room, ensuring he slept through at least the first half of it.

The rest of it was spent staring at that message, imagining the way your eyes shined when you told him the good news. He couldn’t wait to see you.

When the light of a new day finally began to seep through the window, Din looked up to find an overcast morning outside: several gray clouds, some darker than others, coated the sky in every which hue they had to offer, many threatening to spill their moisture. He suited up in a flurry, running to gather himself before making his way downstairs.

As usual, Fennec was already up.

“You look like you’re in a rush,” she chortled. “I thought you didn’t have work today.”

“I don’t,” Din said. When he told her he was going to see you, Fennec grinned.

“Good. We’ll look after Grogu.”

“Swear you’ll call if he needs me,” he said, voice dropping an octave while he pointed a gloved finger at her. Fennec waved it off.

“Yeah, yeah, for sure, just go.”

With one last glance down at himself, Din made his way out of the house and ignited his jetpack.

~~~~

You hardly slept the night before. Receiving that message from Din sent a wave of anxiety through you. But not a negative one – no, this was the type of anxiety that came before something exciting. Some sort of thing or event that was taking much too long to start happening. It reminded you of how you felt before Grogu’s birthday party: impatient, happy, and hopeful.

When the grayed-out daybreak hit your room, you decided you were done waiting. You got out of bed and washed up in a flash, throwing on the first clothes you could find and making your way downstairs. Sure, Din’s house was twenty minutes away, but if you walked fast enough you could be there in ten.

You flew down the stairs, your heart already flying out of your chest at the notion of seeing Din. Nothing was going to stop you this time, and the freedom of that knowledge was overwhelming.

You threw on your shoes just as the sound of rain hitting the roof reached your ears. You flung your door open, only to stop dead in your tracks.

As the cool morning air bit painfully at the skin of your exposed cheeks and hands, your breath coming out in visible puffs, the smell of moist terrain penetrating your nose, a sudden heat surged through your veins.

Din was standing at the tip of your walkway just beneath your porch steps, a hand behind his back while the other hung limp at his side. Rain cascaded down every curve of his helmet, pools of it dampening his cape and flight suit, but he didn’t bother to move from his position.

“H-” you let out a laugh. “How long have you been here?”

“Just got here,” he said, “Did you really think I was going to waste any more ti- wait-!”

You cut him off by flinging yourself off the steps towards him. He caught you with a grunt, arms coming around to hold you against his chest. He spun you around, securing his grip on you. You hardly registered the fact that his armor was poking at your chest, or that its collected moisture was soaking through your clothes on impact; you squeezed your arms tighter around his neck.

One of his hands came to rest on the back of your head, the other keeping its firm hold on your middle. His modulated sigh vibrated against your eardrum. It was pleasing, like a gentle caress.

Time was lost on you; all you could focus on was the fact that Din was here, and you were finally in his arms. You buried your face into his damp shoulder, relishing in how his body heat rose above it and thawed your frozen nose.

“Shit, you must be freezing,” he said, “I can feel your face through the suit!”

You laughed out loud, letting him set you down. You didn’t hesitate to grab him by the hand before leading him inside; he removed his drenched cape before dropping it onto the porch and following you. You laughed at the squelching sound it made.

The two of you walked into the living room and settled on the couch. Din nodded at your outfit: a pair of leggings and the first sweater you could reach in your closet.

“Were you seriously going to walk all the way in just that? In this weather?”

“You didn’t think I was going to waste any more time either, did you?” you asked through another laugh.

He chuckled and shook his head before letting out a sigh.

“I, um-” He cut himself off and cleared his throat, moving his gaze to his hand and bringing it around to reveal an ornate brown box.

“I have something for you.”

You furrowed your brow as confusion, elation, and wonder mixing together in your head. You glanced between him and the box before he placed it in your lap.

“Go on.”

You gulped and looked down at the box, stomach alive with tangling vines as you slowly lifted the lid. You gasped and pressed your hand to your mouth when the object was revealed:

A single, glowing purple amulet.

You turned to Din, who was already holding the other one up from where it was strung around his neck.

“Wha- y-” you scrambled to find words, your brain recalling the small shop and the story you’d heard all too rapidly. “The Ugnaught sold them to you?”

“He did,” Din tucked his amulet back underneath his cowl. “When I went back he actually already had them behind the counter, said he knew I’d be back for them eventually.”

“That’s kind of cryptic,” you said with a grin.

Din shrugged and held out his hand.

“May I?”

You nodded and gave him the box, turning around so he could put it on for you. Your breath hitched as he eventually reached around your head, arms now devoid of gauntlets and gloves. The small caress of his skin on the back of your clammy neck set you aflame.

“There.”

You touched the amulet that now sat just below your collar bone, turning back around as you admired it.

“Thank you, Din,” you whispered, “It’s beautiful.”

You looked up and stared into his visor, warmth rippling from your system.

“Listen, I need to tell you something-”

“Wait,” Din held up a hand to stop you. “I think you’ll want to… see me, before you say that.”

Your jaw dropped. Was he… he couldn’t be serious.

“Din, you don’t have to do that-”

“We’re way past that point, Missy.” he gave an exasperated tilt of his helmet. “I’ve… I’ve been wanting to do this.”

You couldn’t help the way your heart squeezed at his words. You bit your lip and took one of his hands into yours.

“I’m touched,” you said, “I really don’t know what to say.”

It was true. You’d been wondering to yourself what those eyes might look like, but no clear picture ever made its way into your head. And now you were about to see them.

He was about to show them to you.

Your throat began to dry out, your hands suddenly damp with sweat instead of rainwater.

“Do-um…” Din paused and scratched his neck before putting his palms out.

“Give me your hands.”

His words were wobbly. If you were falling apart inside, you couldn’t even imagine what it was like for him. You nodded and placed your hands into his waiting ones, letting him guide them up to the sides of his helmet. You swallowed thickly and tried to take a deep breath, steadying your hands as much as your nerves would let you.

With Din’s hands on top of yours, you began to pull upward.

A small hiss sounded through the living room just before the beskar began to give way. The helmet was heavy, even with Din supporting part of its weight. More and more of his true essence came into view the higher it rose.

A rounded chin, pink lips – one plumper than the other – pulled into a tight line, scattered brown stubble. Vaguely familiar from the small glimpse you got of them after Grogu’s party.

The helmet rose higher. Your breaths grew shorter.

Defined cheeks, with bones that jutted out just a bit at the apple. A strong hooked nose, and-

Kriff.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for those eyes.

All the air left your lungs as the rest of the helmet fell away, Din’s gorgeous brown eyes staring into yours, his wavy hair sticking up in a few places, brows pinched together.

Your throat fell apart like scattered sand. All you could do was smile as you stared between each eye, memorizing every little crevice you could find within them.

“Din,” you managed, “You’re…”

You set the helmet down and gently placed your hands on either of his cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful.”

He let out a huff, as if he’d been holding his breath, and a small smile sprouted on his face.

His stunning, stunning face.

You were frozen, your heart ready to burst out of your chest the deeper you stared into his eyes. He stared right back, a dazed sort of excitement aligning his features.

When his gaze trickled lower, something in you snapped.

Time seemed to slow as you leaned up and pressed your lips against his. He sharply inhaled through his nose before a hand came up to the back of your head, gently pressing you closer. His lips were soft against yours, warm and welcoming. You ran your thumbs across his cheeks before situating your hands on his shoulders. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his other arm coming to rest on your waist.

Your entire body and soul were exploding with affection, wanting desperately to pour it all into him from your lips. The heat he emitted wasn’t helping, instead serving to make you dizzy. The sensation made you smile against him.

When you broke the kiss to come up for air, you stared at his now flushed face. He was all the more beautiful like this: disheveled features and heaving breaths, dilated eyes, a beautiful pink sheen on his nose and cheeks.

“I love you, Din,” you said, the words tumbling out of you without a second thought. “I love you so much. I am terrified, I have no idea what I’m doing, but I swear I’m going to love you with everything I am.”

Din’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes widening at your words. He blinked his now glossy eyes and took a sharp breath, hands coming up to cup your cheeks in his hands. He brought your face closer until his forehead could rest against yours. It blazed onto your skin, but you couldn’t help leaning in.

“I love you, my dear.” he said, voice cracking. “And I’m so fucking proud of you.”

He pulled you in for another kiss. This one deeper, more urgent, filled with the almost unbearable weight of his love. You fell into his embrace and wrapped your arms around his neck, desperately trying to give that same weight in return.

His arms closed you in, holding you impossibly close. He engulfed your senses; all you could feel, think, or smell was Din. And you never wanted that to change. You pressed yourself even further into him, refusing to let even the slightest bit of distance find its way between you.

You could’ve stayed right there forever. And now, nothing could stop you from doing just that.

~~~~

Grogu plopped down one stair at a time, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes. He stretched his arms up just as a yawn protruded from his mouth. When he reached the kitchen, Fennec picked him up and plopped him onto the counter.

“You ready for breakfast, little man?” Boba asked from his position at the stove. Grogu gave him a nod and looked around.

“Where’s Papa?”

“He went to go tell Miss he loves her,” Fennec said with a casual sip of her caf.

“Wait… Really?” Grogu’s eyes went wide, his jaw dropping and ears perking up. Fennec nodded.

“FInally,” he cried, “it took him so long!”

Fennec and Boba laughed.

As breakfast was served, the three of them moved to the dining area to eat. In the middle of his meal, Grogu looked up with a contemplative expression.

“Uncle Boba, does this mean Miss is gonna come live with us?”

He choked back a laugh while Fennec gave Grogu a smile.

“Well,” Boba started, “I’m sure we can talk to them about that at some point.”

Grogu nodded in satisfaction and went back to his meal.

“It’d be so much fun for Miss to live here. Then Papa can tell her he loves her whenever he wants!”

Boba bit his lip and looked at Fennec, giving her a pouty face.

“He’s so cute,” he whispered, “I can’t take it!”

~~~~

‘Let’s get married. Here. Tonight.’

Din pulled you in closer to his chest as the credits began to roll, giving you a wide-eyed glance.

“Wait, are they seriously going to?” he asked. You giggled and squeezed his hand.

“You’ll have to watch and find out!”

Din’s armor was now fully removed, giving you access to poke at his side. The two of you had been settled on the couch watching Parks and Rec for at least two hours, the rain still providing your ears with its backdrop. Conversations were had in between, along with many additional shows of affection. Your lips were swollen from how much he’d been kissing you all morning. But you wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything.

The next episode rolled on and the two of you watched Leslie and Ben frantically pull a wedding together.

“I feel like our wedding would be like that,” Din said, “We’d just decide it’s going to happen one day.”

Your brow jumped up as a small wave of shock flew through your system. You looked at him.

“Wow, you’re already thinking about that?”

“Of course,” he said as if it were obvious, turning to look at you. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I wasn’t wasting any more time.”

Warmth engulfed your chest as you looked into his eyes. No more guessing what was hiding there – now you could see the honest, devoted, loving gaze that accompanied his words. You leaned in and gave him a soft kiss.

“I like that.”

The two of you returned your attention to the wedding just in time for Jamm to throw his second stink bomb.

“Except we won’t have anyone like that guy remotely near it,” Din scoffed. You laughed.

“It’s weird,” he went on, “their universe seems so simple. Their problems seem… small. But ever since I came to this planet, I feel like the problems here are just like theirs.”

“It does take some getting-used-to,” you said with a nod. “I felt so strange for the longest time when I first came here. Being on constant alert and always on the run, it becomes a habit.”

He nodded and ran his finger up and down your arm.

“How long did it take for you to adjust?”

“A while,” you shifted to get a better view of him. “For the first few years I was still pretty alert wherever I went. Sometimes it just felt too good to be true, you know? Like all of this newfound safety could just disappear in the blink of an eye.”

His brow scrunched as he gulped. He must still be thinking that himself. You gave his hand another squeeze.

“But the more I worked, and the more I guaranteed safety to the kids and their families, the realer it felt. And at work I feel like I have a part in that, like if something bad were to happen that I’d have the power to do something about it. I don’t know if that makes sense,” you shrugged.

“Perfect sense,” Din said, slouching a bit more into the couch. “That… that really helps.”

You smiled and snuggled into his side. When your eyes returned to the holofeed, Ron and Leslie were about to walk into the Parks office. You glanced at Din’s face as Donna began to sing and Leslie walked down the aisle. You felt his chest rise as he let out a small gasp, a sweet smile making his cheeks pop out.

How lucky, you thought, how lucky am I that I get to see this.

The scene went on with Ben and Leslie saying their vows, followed by music and gifts. The surrounding flowers caught your eye and made you gasp as a memory resurfaced in your mind. You rose into a full sitting position and stared at Din.

“That plant in the garden,” you started, “it bloomed!”

“Oh-” his eyes went wide with recognition. “Yeah, I saw it!”

“Saw it?” you asked, “when?”

“Last time I was here, I stopped at the garden on the way home. That’s actually when I decided to go buy the necklaces, too,” he let out a little chuckle.

“How funny,” You shook your head.

The two of you settled back down and finished the episode. This one had always been a favorite of yours; the ending satisfied the suspense, and left behind a honey-sweet feeling of warmth. You let out a breath through your nose and sank into it.

As the credits rolled, Din sat up straight.

“Wait, you said you’d tell me when it bloomed!”

“I just did,” you said, putting on an innocent face.

“You know what I mean, Missy,” he gave you a playful glare.

“It’s not like I didn’t want to,” you said with a shrug. “Plus, you didn’t say anything, either!”

The two of you continued your back and forth, eventually falling into laughter. It was surreal to see Din laugh – you’d heard it a few times, but it was always masked, filtered, hindered by his helmet or by other sounds around you. And now not only did you get to hear his pure, uninterrupted joy, but you also got to see its evidence in his features: little crinkles beside his eyes, a small dimple on one of his cheeks, and a big, beautiful smile that made your heart flip flop in your chest.

Having access to all of Din would be an adjustment – one for which you were more than ready.

~~~~

Epilogue: One year later…

After the last student gave you a handshake, you rose from your spot at the gate and looked out to the courtyard, smiling as a familiar helmet came into view. Din walked forward and took your hands in his, giving them a squeeze.

“How was your day?” he asked, voice low and soft.

“Good!” you said as you led him inside the gate by the hand. “And yours?”

“Fine,” he shrugged. “Fixed up another droid.”

“Look at you, droid expert in the making!” you said with a smirk, buffing him with your shoulder. He chuckled.

“I’ll go get Grogu – meet you after?”

“Yeah, come to the classroom. I still need to finish up a few things.”

He nodded and gave your hand a squeeze before walking towards Grogu’s classroom, where Din now waited just outside the door for him.

You were sitting at your desk when the two of them walked in just minutes later, Grogu throwing his backpack on the ground and making an immediate beeline for you.

“What did you do today, bud?” you asked after wrapping him up in your arms.

“We did lots of math today,” he said, “It was hard but I liked it!”

“That’s awesome!”

You booped his nose before letting him go and returning to your tasks. Din had taken a seat on the other side of your desk. You grinned at the sight as check-in memories flashed through your mind.

“Do you have any meetings today?” he asked.

“Nope,” you said as your fingers glid over the datapad, “Just need to send out a few things, and then I’m all yours for the weekend.”

“I like the sound of that,” he said, his voice laced with a sultry hum that had heat rushing into your face. You stopped typing mid-word to gawk at him.

He gave a small shrug. You scoffed and shook your head.

“You’ll just take any chance to talk like that, won’t you?” you leaned in to whisper, “Even in front of Grogu.”

“Hey, we both know you wouldn’t have it any other way, Missy.”

You tried to bite down your grin as you stared him down, searching your mind for a suitable retort. You leaned forward and rested your elbows on the desk.

“And what makes you think it’ll be easy to get me?” you asked, a teasing glint in your tone. He matched your movement and rested a gauntlet on the wooden surface, his helmet now invading your space.

“Oh, I have my ways,” he rasped, “and you know they’ll work.”

You tried to ignore the shiver sent down your spine as you leaned back and returned your attention to your datapad.

“We’ll see.”

There it was. A crack in your voice. All Din needed to ease back with a cocky sigh that made your hands ball into fists of playful annoyance.

A knock at your door preceded Gila’s entrance. She greeted Din and Grogu as she approached your desk. “Just picking up your reports,” she said. You smiled and handed her a folder from one of your drawers.

“Can you believe the year’s almost over already?” you asked, “It seems like yesterday I only just met this bunch, and now here you are picking up my last report bundle.”

“Time is whacky like that,” Gila said with a nod. With a few more parting words, she made her way out of the classroom.

“I’m just glad this time around has been better than the last,” Din said. “I still want to punch that guy.”

“I know,” you said, reaching out to place a hand over his gloved one. “But we don’t need to worry about that anymore. Everything this year has been as safe and normal as any other.”

Din’s fingers wrapped around yours and squeezed. His chest rose and fell in slow motion as he released a breath.

You smiled as you recalled the beginning of his ritual of asking about your day. It was laced with a tinge of concern, an alertness that you weren’t expecting. After it went on for those first couple weeks of the new school year, you’d asked him about it.

“I just want to make sure nothing like that happens again,” he’d said. “And… there’s not much else I can do other than ask if it did.”

The sentiment was a warm blanket around your healing soul. Having someone look out for you, who encouraged sharing your burdens – it refreshed you. By then it wasn’t brand new, but after having Din in your life for more than a year it was still something you acknowledged every day.

“Yes, it’s all done!”

Both of your heads turned towards Grogu, who had taken the liberty of decorating your whiteboard with various drawings of all kinds of creatures. Your smile grew as you took it in while he stood before the board with the brightest grin, his little arms pointing out towards it. Banthas, Blurrg, lizard-monkeys, and more of all shapes and colors adorned every free space Grogu could reach. And in the center of it all was a purple Mudhorn.

“Oh that’s wonderful, Grogu, the kids are going to love it!”

Grogu beamed and ran over to Din’s side of the desk, who bent down to give him more praising words.

“Okay, boys, I’m all done,” you said, pressing one final key on the datapad and shutting it down.

Grogu cheered while you collected your things. Din stood and scooped him up before taking your hand with his free one, leading the way out of your classroom.

~~~~

You and Boba were on dinner duty that night, spending at least two hours cooking one of Boba’s signature stews. You tasted a small sample from his offered spoon, humming as its warmth spread through your body, your tongue bursting with its savory and spicy flavors.

“I swear, this stew gets better every time you make it.”

“Like many things, it matures with time.”

You grinned and helped him scoop out each serving before carrying them to the backyard patio.

“Dinner’s ready!” you heard Boba call, followed by three sets of eager footsteps.

When everyone was situated outside with their meals, each of you shared a memory or story from the week. Fennec spoke of a funny incident at work, Boba of helping and befriending a neighbor. Din recalled the droid he fixed coming to life earlier that day and endlessly shaking and beeping with joy.

“It kept following me around,” he said as he took a bite, “I had to babysit it until the owner came back since it wouldn’t stay in the lobby.”

“Oh, come on, it liked you!” you said, “I bet you enjoyed its company.”

Din glared at you through his lashes, but didn’t refute your claim. Boba let out a chuckle before pointing his spoon at Grogu.

“What about you, kiddo,” he said, “What did you do this week?”

Grogu swallowed his mouthful before beginning.

“In class today, we did a lot of math,” he spread his arms out for emphasis. “It was hard, but it was cool! Finn and Rey were really good at it, and Ben got mad because he didn’t get it.”

You chuckled, recalling other instances in which those three had been brought up in Grogu’s stories. Grogu got along great with Finn and Rey, though Ben was a different story. It said a lot that Grogu didn’t even want to invite Ben to his birthday party a couple months prior.

You took a look around as Grogu continued, relishing in the moment. Din was hanging on Grogu’s every word, as were Boba and Fennec.

This was your new normal. It had been for quite some time now, yet it still caught you by surprise. You had dependable, near-constant companionship, and you’d grown so closely with the rest of Din’s little family that somewhere along the way they began to feel like yours as well.

You never thought such connections were still an option for you just a year ago. Yet here you were.

You smiled and continued to listen to Grogu’s tale, taking in more mouthfuls of stew as you did while the slight breeze caressed your face.

“And then- hey, look! A grasshopper!”

Grogu popped out of his seat and ran after the sizeable insect.

“Grogu, no!”

Din’s spoon clattered into his bowl as he rose to follow. You pressed a hand to your mouth to keep your amusement in while Fennec and Boba cheered Grogu on through their laughter.

~~~~

The four of you relaxed with a few board games in the living room after dinner, fits of laughter filling the room. Once Fennec had won yet another round of Heads Up, she and Boba rose from the sofa.

“Okay then, we’re heading out,” Fennec said as she made her way to give Grogu – who was situated in your lap – a hug.

“You two sure you don’t want to join us?” Boba asked. You and Din shook your heads.

“We’re staying in tonight,” Din said, squeezing you closer with the arm he had wrapped around you. You grinned and squeezed Grogu in turn.

Boba nodded before the two took off. You looked down to see Grogu grinning at you, his cheeks popping out like two sweet little cherries.

“Is it time now?” he asked.

“It sure is!”

You set him down and he ran off without a moment to spare. You rose from your spot beside Din, causing him to look at you with confusion.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“You’re gonna love this,” you said with a grin. “Grogu and I planned a little surprise activity for the three of us tonight.”

He glanced around before returning his skeptical, slightly concerned gaze back to you.

Grogu’s giggling announced his return as he scampered back to you with a large box in his arms. Din squinted his eyes to read it before his brows furrowed even further.

“What the hell is Twister?”

“It’s a game!” you said through a laugh. “We’ve been wanting to show it to you for a while, haven’t we, bud?”

“Yeah!”

Grogu put down the box and ran to his father’s side.

“It’ll be so much fun, Papa!”

Din looked at you with an unconvinced gaze. You shrugged and waved him towards you.

“At least give it a try.”

He looked between you and Grogu before releasing a defeated sigh and standing.

“As long as I don’t have to do any actual twisting.”

~~~~

“Right hand, red!”

You and Din scrambled to reach the red dot without moving your other limbs.

This was the third round of Twister, and you and Din were currently sprawled in all directions on the mat while Grogu took on his favorite position: spinning the wheel. Your fingers hardly reached the red circle, while Din’s hand came towering over and covering it with no issue.

“How are you so good at this?” you laughed, trying to keep your twisted torso from collapsing.

“I honestly have no idea,” he breathed with a smile.

“Left foot, yellow!”

You and Din glanced at a giggling Grogu before attempting to follow the direction. You wound up propped into a table position facing upward while Din now had to twist around above you to get to the circle. Just as he nudged your foot with his, you felt the mat slip before crashing down onto your back.

Din’s arm had given out and sent him careening into you, the two of you now a pile of limbs and laughter on the floor.

“What do you think, kid, who won?”

“Miss did, of course!” Grogu threw his hands into the air. “You’re the one that fell, Papa!”

You let out a triumphant ‘ha!’ before giving Din a knowing look. He shook his head with a chuckle and helped you off the floor.

“Okay, pal,” Din turned to face Grogu. “That was the last round. Bedtime.”

Grogu’s ears fell as he looked between you both.

“But this is so fun,” he pouted.

“And we can do more later, but I have to stretch, and you have to sleep.”

His pout only grew as he looked at you for confirmation. You gave him a nod.

“Your eyes are getting heavy, bud, I can see it.”

As if on command, he let out a yawn. Din nodded and scooped him into his arms.

The three of you made your way to Grogu’s room and Din tucked him into the covers. As per your new bedtime routine, you joined Din at the bedside and gave Grogu your hand to hold while Din wrapped his arm around his little frame. The hammock slightly rocked from the movement, making Grogu’s eyes droop.

You couldn’t help smiling. He was too cute when he was sleepy.

Din spoke softly to him and ran a thumb over his arm until he drifted off, a sweet smile forming on his little face. When Din stepped away you came forward and planted a kiss on Grogu’s forehead.

“Sweet dreams, Grogu,” you whispered.

~~~~

When the time came for you and Din to retire as well, he flopped onto the bed beside you with a huff.

“All Twister-ed out?” you giggled.

He responded with a muffled grunt before straightening himself out. You mindlessly twirled your amulet between your fingers while you watched.

Once he settled into a lying position, you took him in: thin white shirt, shorts, his matching amulet resting in the middle of his chest, and his helmetless face that looked calmer with each breath he took. Eyes closed while he stretched his arms into the air before letting them fall to his sides.

All this time, yet he was still a vision. Your heart grew warm and you reached for his hand to hold in yours. He turned to you.

“Everything okay, love?”

Your head still swooned every time he called you that. You smiled.

“Everything’s perfect,” you said as you switched off your lamp and laid down beside him.

Under the darkness, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in close until your head was resting on his chest. You sighed as his body warmth engulfed you, the firmness of his embrace melting away your worries.

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” he whispered.

“Yeah?”

“What if you… moved in full time?”

Your brows rose as you looked up at him.

“Really?”

“I-I mean, if you want to,” he continued, “The weekends you’re here are always the best, and…”

He brought a hand up to cradle your face, his thumb sweeping over the apple of your cheek. “I hate watching you go. I hate waking up without you. This place feels… emptier without you.”

You smiled and leaned into his hand, pure joy drowning your heart with each word he spoke.

“But if it’s too soon or you don’t want to, or if you’d rather we get a different place-”

“Din,” you gently cut him off. “I would love to.”

He blinked a few times as he stared at you, a tiny smile pulling up the corners of his lips.

“... You would?”

“I hate leaving you,” you whispered, running your fingers over where you could feel a small patch of chest hair through his shirt. “All of you have been so wonderful to me, you make me feel like I belong here. I miss you all so much during the time I’m away.”

He let out a cross between a sigh and a huff, his chest deflating. Even through the dark his eyes betrayed relief and joy; you couldn’t look away from them.

“Guess it’s settled, then,” he breathed.

You nodded with a grin before he leaned in for a kiss, which you immediately melted into.

When the two of you settled down to sleep once more, you glanced up.

Above you both, pinned to the wall, was an updated family portrait Grogu had drawn. A scribbled version of you now stood beside him, holding his hand while Din held the other, Boba and Fennec flanking either side.

You gazed at it with a smile before closing your eyes and tucking yourself into Din’s chest, letting your mind wander and comb over how the two of you got to this point.

From the moment you met him, there was a series of walls surrounding you both. Walls that had been built from years of turmoil, mistrust, and pain. And you were surprised to be weaving your way through his as you got to know him.

But the moment you noticed him tearing yours down… it seemed too good to be true. Yet it went on until he was a breath’s distance from you. And now here you both stood, in the rubble of your previous fortresses, adding each other to the foundation of a new structure that would house the future: the good, bad, and every moment in between.

Now, you’d face the galaxy together, and protect each other.

Now, you had love and time on your side.

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Mismatched (Part 1)

Fandom: All of us are dead

Pairing: Su-hyeok x f!reader, Gwi-nam x f!reader

Summary: You've had many bad dates in your life but the one with Su-hyeok was something you wanted to forget as soon as possible. With your career on the line and your whole life being a string of failures and disappointments, a boring relationship wasn't something you wanted to add to the mix.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: this fic is strictly 18+, minors and empty blogs do not fucking interact or you'll get blocked on sight, pre-zombie apocalypse/office au, swearing, mentions of vomiting, alcohol, cigarettes and weed, mentions of sexual harassment and one night stands, reader parties and drinks a lot, sexual content: grinding, kissing, groping, public sex, protected vaginal sex, sex with a stranger, additional tags to be added in the next chapters

A/N: here it is, after I kept talking about it for so long! I really enjoyed writing this one, so I hope you will like it too. It's going to be my first longer series and I'm not sure how often I'll update it but if you want me to tag you for the next chapters, let me know! We're definitely in for a ride :)

Loser from Tinder [7:15 pm]: Hi y/n :) Thank you for a great night, I've had so much fun haha :) Hope to see you again soon!

Loser from Tinder [8:06 pm]: It's Su-hyeok by the way :)

Loser from Tinder [9:42 pm]: I hope you got home safe!

When your phone lit up with a notification from Su-hyeok for the third time that night you almost threw it against a wall. The only thing that stopped you was the ridiculous amount of money you paid for it. You really had to stop purchasing the most expensive products to impress people who didn't even care enough to remember your name.

The problem was that people who did care didn't impress you in the slightest. Like Su-hyeok for example. He was handsome, he was intelligent, he always said please and thank you and he opened the door for you every time. He listened to what you had to say, he was polite to the waitresses and he paid for dinner - the list went on and on. And yet..you found him extremely boring. You couldn't imagine spending the rest of your life with someone who had the personality of a chicken sandwich, no matter how nice he was and how well he treated you and everyone else around him.

You started thinking about your date earlier that evening. You didn't expect much, you never did when it came to your Tinder matches. A nice dinner, company to go see the latest movie, maybe a one night stand. Clearly he expected something else, something more. Something you definitely weren't ready to give yet, especially to a complete stranger. Thinking about it now, maybe you could have been just a little bit nicer to him. Yeah, laughing out loud probably wasn't the best reaction to him giving you flowers as soon as you arrived. It just seemed like too much. You made it very clear during your conversations that you're not looking for anything serious. It baffled you that he didn't seem to realize he crossed a line. And he kept crossing it, over and over again, even after your date was done.

Annoyed by his repeated attempts to contact you, you decided to do what you've always done in situations like these - ghost him. You didn't like confrontations, you didn't care what he would think of you and besides, you had more important things to worry about right now than hurting some random guy you matched with on Tinder while drunk. The restaurant he picked was too pretentious anyway. And why did he have to wear a tie? You couldn't stand how hard he tried, despite not even knowing you.

In an attempt to distract yourself, you refreshed the site. Still no response. You applied for your dream job over a week ago, after months of hesitation and self doubt. Now you started to think you should have listened to the voice in your head telling you to just give up and apply somewhere else. You couldn't help but sigh at the prospect of working for another crappy corporation that didn't give a shit about the employees, in a position you were overqualified and underpaid for, with people who had no other joy in their lives than looking over your shoulder, waiting for you to make even the slightest mistake.

And to think that you were once this energetic, goal oriented person who truly believed she'd get wherever she wants, as long as she works hard and treats people with kindness. Bullshit. A few years of unpaid internships and sexual harassment at your work place later, you realised hard work and kindness will only pay off if you match them with big tits and a sheepish smile. Who cares about passion, knowledge and experience when the most common corporate currency nowadays were blowjobs.

Why was life so difficult, so unfair? You worked so hard, always tried your best and so far it's gotten you nowhere. Unable to stop the tears that started running down your cheeks, you allowed yourself to dwell in your sadness, even if just for a moment. Crying wasn't a sign of weakness, you learned to accept that, even though it was difficult and the complete opposite of what your parents forced you to believe your entire life. But you were already sad enough, you should probably stop thinking about them. It's never done you any good.

You looked at your phone, it was 10:30 pm. Not too late to go out, have some fun. Maybe have a drink or two. Forget about your date, forget about your failed job application and about your parents. Forget about everything that was making you feel miserable, making you feel like you were a failure. And so, with newfound energy you got up and started to get ready. You didn't know where you'll go or what you'll do but one thing you knew for sure, the last thing you needed at the moment was staying home, alone with your thoughts and insecurities. Tonight you won't let them consume you. You'll try at least.

After putting on your favorite outfit and doing your hair, you left your apartment in search of something, anything that would help distract you but everything looked the exact same - every bar, every club, every restaurant. Every establishment played the same music. All the guests looked the same. Every man that tried approaching you was wearing similar clothes, talked in a similar way, used the same corny pickup lines. No, you did not believe in love at first sight, no he didn't have to approach you again. Yes, you did have a name and no, it wasn't "mine". You most certainly didn't fall from heaven recently.

You were tired. Maybe you should have stayed at home afterall. At least you could be yourself there. No acting, no pretending to be someone else to please people, make them like you. Why did it even matter if they liked you anyway? Why did you put in so much effort for people who didn't care? Maybe that's why you hated Su-hyeok so much. You two weren't that different. Unfortunately for him, he reminded you of everything you hated about yourself.

Fuck, you were still thinking about him. Why? It was time to move on but why was it so difficult this time? It's not like you had a good time with him, you didn't remember anything he told you about himself. Clearly, you needed more alcohol. Having visited most of the establishments you knew in the city, you were running out of options. Luckily a quick Google search provided you with a new address, a place you haven't been to before. Maybe that's what you needed.

However, after you finally got there, you had to admit that it looked just like all the other places. Maybe even worse, with all the spilled alcohol and trashy music, the smell of weed, sweat and sex attacking your senses before you even entered.

Hesitant at first, you decided to go in, maybe it would look better on the inside. It didn't. It looked exactly like you pictured it. At least nobody there knew you, nobody seemed to care about you or the fact that your first drink quickly turned into two, then three..until you stopped caring too. You finally felt better, no negative thoughts clouding your mind. You felt free. Deep inside you knew those feelings were temporary, incredibly fragile but you chose to ignore that fact. It got easier with each drop of alcohol entering your system.

Before you knew it, you found your way to the dance floor, your body moving along to the music, touching and grinding against the people around you. You didn't care anymore if they all looked the same, if anything it will make it easier to forget them the next morning. You knew you'd want to forget just how many lips you allowed to touch yours, how many hands explored your body that night, how many sweet nothings were whispered in your ear.

Just when you finally cleared your mind from all the trivial bullshit, finally lost yourself in the music, you found something that might have been worth remembering. Or someone. You didn't know what it was about him but he looked different than all the other men you've met that night. Or any other night. Maybe it was the alcohol talking but you could feel your whole body warm up just from the way he looked at you. Like a predator waiting on his prey. And you fell right into his trap, without him even making a move. His sole presence made you want to be closer to him, touch him, let him take over control.

You didn't remember walking over to him nor did you remember what he said to you, you definitely didn't remember how the two of you ended up in the club's bathroom together but you were happy you did. Not only did he look better than other guys, he tasted so much better too and he was a good kisser. So much so that you couldn't wait for his lips to explore your whole body, your head tilting automatically, to give him better access to your neck and shoulders. Nobody you've seen that night, or the night before, could compare to him and you didn't even know his fucking name. It wasn't necessary though, his touch and kisses the best introduction, your bodies expressing more than any words could.

Even with all of the alcohol in your system, you still made sure he was wearing a condom. There was no stopping you now, your clothes quickly getting pushed aside, his dick sliding into you and stretching you out before you could even blink. Your whimpers and moans muffled by his kisses, his lips never leaving yours as he pounded into you, your back slammed against the wall over and over again. Neither of you cared if someone would see or hear you, your pleasure was too overwhelming.

It wasn't long before you felt yourself getting close to an orgasm, his dick hitting all the right spots inside you. You clenched around him, your legs wrapped around his waist desperately trying to make him go even deeper. You felt him smirk against your lips, it wasn't hard to notice just how needy and fucked out you were already. With a few more deep thrusts you were thrown over the edge, wave after wave of pleasure hitting your whole body. He came not long after, his lips still connected to yours, your walls fluttering around him making it hard to last any longer.

After you both calmed down, an awkward silence fell between you. It wasn't your first quickie in a public restroom, obviously, but you couldn't help but feel like this time was different, you weren't sure why. For some reason you didn't want to leave a bad impression on him. Luckily, before you could say or do anything to ruin the moment, he quickly straightened his clothes before flashing you another smirk and leaving the now quiet place without a word.

If your body wasn't so sore, your thighs still covered in your arousal, you'd think nothing ever happened. That all of this was some sort of dream. When you finally left the bathroom, he was gone, no sign of him ever being there, ever speaking to you. Well, to be quite honest, you didn't talk too much, if at all. Downing one last drink, you decided you had enough for the night. It was time to go home and once again forget about everything that happened.

You never remembered the way home or entering your apartment, or undressing and getting into bed. Each time you woke up past noon, smelling of sweat, sex and cigarettes, a bad taste in your mouth. Sometimes you'd throw up, sometimes you'd cry, remembering all the shit you've done the previous night. But today you woke up way too early, with a massive headache, tired and confused. What the fuck was that noise and why didn't it stop?

It took you way too long to realise that it was your phone ringing. For some reason you put it right next to your bed. Too annoyed to ignore the call much longer, you looked at the screen. An unknown number. Who the fuck was trying to reach you at 8 am on a Wednesday? You finally picked up, ready to tell whoever was bothering you, to kindly fuck off, when you heard a soft female voice on the other end.

"Good morning, is this l/n, y/n?"

"Uhh..yeah?" You slurred, still unsure who the lady was and what she wanted from you.

"Great! I'm calling regarding the application you sent to our company last week, do you have a moment to talk to one of our recruiters? They'd explain all the details about the position. If you're still interested, of course."

#all of us are dead #all of us are dead netflix #all of us are dead x reader #all of us are dead fanfic #aouad #aouad x reader #aouad fanfic #yoon gwi nam #gwinam x reader #lee su hyeok #suhyeok x reader

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kyovtani · 4 years ago

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𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 – 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝟐)

— pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou x female Reader

— genre: smut, angst, little bit of fluff to keep the balance; tattoo artist!kyoutani, inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers!AU, SLOW BURN

— word count: 9.6k

— warnings: swearing, mentions of infidelity and violence, as well as the consumption of drugs and alcohol; smut: corruption kink, degradation and dumbification, dacryphilia, praising, spitting, (soft) dom!kyou, oral (m. receiving), fingering, dry humping, unprotected sex (dont do that kids), impreg kink, iwaoi say hi-

— (A/N: and here’s part two! thank you SO much for all the love you sent my way after i published the first part. ngl i was a little nervous bc i thought it was boring and not interesting at all but you guys easily pushed me out of that hole so thank you for everything. i love and appreciate you with my whole heart. all the love, zade xx)

[ part one ]

— summary: after fucking up, you make it your mission to get him back..(im so bad at this pls just- okay.)

"He's not picking up, Hana", you say, another soft cry falling from your lips before you bury your face in your pillow.

“Once in my fucking life a guy treats me good and the way I've always wanted to be treated and I had to fuck it up. Why the fuck am I like this, Hana? Why can I not enjoy one fucking good thing in my fucking mediocre life", the profanities keep coming just like the tears and the amount of frustration and anger rushing through your veins is nowhere near normal anymore.

"Calm down, love", Hana sighs and makes you sit up so she can look into your tear stained face as she tries her best to make sure her words actually find their way to your pain clouded mind, "at this point you shouldn't worry too much because you do know Kyoutani, don't you? He does lose his temper a lot, so give him the time he needs and then you'll show up at his doorstep, suck his cock and make up with him, yeah?", she explains calmly.

"If this hurts you so much, why the fuck did you even say he's just a friend, Y/N? I really don't understand", Hana mumbles and lets out another sigh, her hands caressing yours softly, managing to calm you down a little bit.

“You're right, I should just– give him some time and things will eventually fall into place", you reply after crying a little more and with an encouraging smile your best friend nods at you before she suggests a movie marathon to which you happily agree.

At least something to distract you from all the demons inside your head.

After changing into your pj's and doing your night time routine, you plop down onto the couch next to your bestie again, her eyes focused on the phone in her hand and knowing she's probably either sexting or inviting her new boyfriend has you shrugging at her lack of attention as you start looking for a good movie to begin the night with.

However, just when you're about to read the description of some kind of french rom-com, Hana puts her phone back into her lap and starts staring at you with her pretty eyes widened in shock.

"What's wrong?", you ask and turn to look at her, reaching for her hands but before you even get the chance to touch her, Hana unlocks her phone and holds it up for you to watch someone's instagram story.

The video begins with loud music, a crowd full of young college students whose faces definitely are familiar.

Everyone in the video is dancing, making out, smoking and just chatting in a random living room and every now and then there's someone yelling in the back – a typical college party.

However, just as the video is about to end, the camera shifts to a tall male leaning against the wall, obviously standing really close to the person who's filming and it takes you a full blown thirty seconds to realize who said male is.

Kyoutani Kentarou.

You stare at the phone for another minute, your throat dry and your head empty as a thick veil of tears slowly starts blurring your sight before you finally decide to pay attention to the username.

"He can't be fucking serious", you hiss, fisting the blanket beneath you, the urge to punch something or someone becoming unbearable, "what the fuck is he doing at a random college party with – Sora?"

"Y/N, don't–", "Whose party is that?", you interrupt your best friend, not giving a single fuck about her attempts to calm you down; not anymore. Hana gulps harshly and strictly avoids your gaze as she mumbles a name and you roll your eyes, asking her to speak up with an annoyed sigh.

"It's one of Yuuji’s frat parties", and as soon as your best friend says the name of your ex-boyfriend, a cold shiver of disgust runs down your spine and you can feel yourself getting lightheaded from all the emotions rushing through your overwhelmed body.

"Don't follow me if you're going to stop me from leaving, Hana", you say and stand up before quickly disappearing inside your room.

You have no idea how you manage to get dressed, your outfit consisting of a pair of jeans and a hoodie you can't even remember buying and you don't even wanna think about what your hair and face look like when you end up leaving the house with your keys and your phone.

After driving this route for over two years on an almost daily basis, it takes you less than ten minutes to arrive in front of the huge house your ex-boyfriend lives in.

The memories start finding their way back into your head way too fast, taking away your breath and numbing your whole body because even if you didn’t love Yuuji anymore, the bitter feeling of betrayal still manages to hit you in just the right way.

It takes you a lot of willpower to actually approach the house and eventually get in. And after being in between the crowds of drunk, stinky college students, you remember why you hate college parties so much.

"I – Wow”, a familiar voice manages to break through the loud music, your instant reaction just an annoyed eye roll, “you were the last person I expected to see at one of our frat parties", Yuuji says and comes to stand in front of you.

His blonde hair messily falling into his handsome face and from the way his whole face seems to be covered in the deepest shade of red – including his eyes – you know that he's probably higher than the stars and you can't help but sigh.

"I'm not here to party, Yuuji", you hiss, feeling the anger crawl up your spine again the longer you look at your ex, "my boyfriend is here and I have to talk to him."

"So you and that tattooed guy are actually a thing? Didn't think so since he, you know – showed up with another girl", Terushima mumbles and pulls out a cigarette from his pocket, a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Yuuji", you spit back and roll your eyes, taking in the way the pretty boy arches his brows up in pure shock at your rather new attitude, "go and get high or whatever you do to feel proud of yourself", are the last words you say to him before you walk away, your heart thrumming inside your throat.

Your eyes roam the huge crowd, desperately searching for the only face you wanna look at right now and you try to remember where they were standing in the video Sora had posted only to realize that you can't remember.

After all you only watched the video once, your whole attention laying on Kyoutani. And after almost fifteen minutes, you find yourself slowly giving up.

Maybe this was just not meant to happen or maybe Kyoutani has left already.

He probably left with Sora- something you can’t and won’t ever blame him for.

After all she's literally one of the prettiest and hottest girls you have ever seen – anyone who rejects her would be out of their mind (or not attracted to girls which isn't the case when it comes to Kyoutani).

You give it another ten minutes of desperately looking around before you let out a deep sigh which gets lost in the loudness and thick air of the party before you finally start making your way back to the front door.

You quickly walk back to your car, trying your best to ignore everyone around you, especially all the drunk guys who are currently about to get into a verbal fight over something totally random and the last thing you want to experience those threats becoming reality.

At some point you're scared they might even include you which is probably why you end up literally sprinting and even though you always park so far away from frat houses just because you've heard way too many stories of people getting their cars stolen during parties, but right now you just wished you would have listened to your gut feeling and parked in front of the fraternity like every normal person.

However, to your life long luck, you spot a tall figure standing a little too close to your vehicle just as you’re about to unlock it. You slow down your movements almost instantly upon seeing the stranger, yet your eyes still try to figure out if it's someone you know despite the darkness surrounding the two of you.

He has probably spotted you by now, after all you're still panting like crazy from speed walking down to where your car is and it takes you a full minute to realize how loud you're actually being.

"Y/N", the male suddenly says, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and even though it could have been everyone, it sounds a tad bit too familiar to your ears which is probably why you end up approaching him slowly.

"It's me, Kyoutani", he adds and at the same moment the words leave his lips, you finally recognize his pretty features which seem extra beautiful underneath the bright moonlight.

And then realization hits you.

"How did you know–", "Hana called me and asked if I could make sure you got home even if I didn't want to talk to you. So, here I am. Get in the car so I can tell her I did my part of the job", he interrupts you quickly, obviously not having the intention to interact with you and the way his usually so tender-filled eyes and calming voice are nothing but ice-cold has a thick veil of tears blurring your sight.

Never ever did you think about the moment, where Kyoutani puts the cold mask on he loved to hide behind when he had first looked at you all those weeks ago.

And the longer he avoids your gaze, the heavier the burden on your chest becomes.

"I'm sorry, Tani", you whisper, your voice breaking at the end, easily giving away how much his cold demeanor has gotten to you.

“Of course you're not just a friend to me and I d-don't know why I introduced you like that, everything happened so quickly and I – panicked. It's not an excuse and does not justify my behavior but I just wanted you to know that you've always been more than just a friend to me", you continue, managing to keep talking upon realizing that Kyoutani won't interrupt you and the way he even listens to you with his eyes looking everywhere but yours is absolutely enough for you.

"What am I to you then, Y/N? Am I the guy you're casually fucking? Your booty call? Am I your second choice? Like what the fuck do you expect me to say? I know we never put a label to – this", he starts pointing at you and then himself, "but you knew I was serious about it, about you. So, I just don't understand why you would even think about considering me a friend. I told you that I am not one for that friends with benefits kinda shit and you agreed yet you did this and now I can't help but be convinced you just used me to get that Yuuji fucker.”

Kyoutani is angry and he doesn't even try to hide it as he spits out those words, the ones he’s probably been dying to say out loud for the past few days and you know he has every right to actually be mad at you, his words still hit you in a way you didn't expect them to.

"I'd never do that to you, Kentarou; I'd never use you like that, please believe me", you say quickly, a little surprised you're even able to form proper sentences.

“You m-mean so much to me and I just don't know how to put it into words. My heart hurt so much when I watched you type your number into Sora's phone but the demons in my head, they just kept talking over my heart and – I'm just really sorry, Kyou, I really am", you sigh and after realizing that he's not going to look at you, you finally manage to shift your gaze away from his pretty face.

"Go home, Y/N. It's been a long day for both of us and I think some more distance will help me get my mind straight", Kyoutani replies after a long, torturous beat of silence lingering in the cold air and even if it wasn’t the reply you had hoped to hear, you're glad he's at least not completely ending it.

"Okay b-but at least let me drive you home?", you ask softly, wiping away the few tears which had managed to escape and when you look up at the beautiful faced male in front of you, his eyes meet you for the first time since what feels like forever and you feel yourself melting away.

"I don't think that's a good idea, pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, the soft pet name sending your mind into the sweetest haze of comfort just like that, "it's only been a few days but I am craving your touch and I just know I'm going to lose it and fuck you against the next best surface if we get into that car together, so I have to decline this offer", he adds and takes another step back, his lips stretching into a tiny smile and you can’t deny how much his words have you gotten you worked up, but you have no choice but to nod.

"Have a good night, baby", Kyoutani sighs and deep down you're hoping for a kiss, after all it's been way too long since you got to feel close to him but instead, he just lifts his hand up and starts waving at you and just as he is about to turn around, you find yourself reaching for his wrist. The fear and despair inside of you making you a little too brave for your personal liking but you know you can't just let him walk away like that.

"Please, Tani- Kyoutani", you whisper and let out a soft sigh of relief when he turns around to face you again, "I won't try anything, I just want to spend a little bit more time with you."

Kyoutani takes a deep breath, his dark eyes roaming your face and wandering down your body and even though it feels like he's literally devouring you alive, you enjoy his burning gazes regardless, a hidden part inside of you even craving them.

A solid minute passes by before he lets out a sigh and gives you a nod, his plump lips pressed into a thin line.

It takes you another deep breath and a couple of seconds to actually calm yourself down from the rollercoaster of emotions you've been through within the time span of an hour and as you sit there in your car, inhaling the cold air of the night, your mind starts replaying everything that went down, starting from the day you met Kyoutani, to your first and most recent kiss, as well as the encounter with Sora and your deep anger towards Yuuji.

The drive to Kyoutani's apartment passes by in a blur, way too fast for your liking and you can't help but pout when you pull up in front of the huge building, knowing very well that this will be the last interaction with the handsome tattoo artist for the upcoming few days and you can already feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

He's been awfully quiet, not like you actually said anything but Kyoutani's silence was intense, boring into your soul and actually suffocating you to a point where the urge to just jump out of the car became overwhelming.

You know he's probably going through everything just like you, yet the feeling that his thoughts are more on the negative side just won't leave you alone and you hate the way your assumptions are being confirmed as soon as Kyoutani turns to look at you.

"I – love you, Y/N", he suddenly says, his voice soft and calm, yet still deep and the way it's filled with tenderness and the sweetest bit of longing makes the effect of those magical words even heavier.

Your lips part in shock, your head having a difficult time actually processing his confession and you can feel your whole body going into a standby mode.

"But you're not good for me."

You remember the way your heart broke into thousands of pieces when you found out the alleged love of your life was cheating on you without even batting an eye.

The pain was so intense and heavy, you didn't know how to deal with it and at some point you were convinced that your heart had stopped beating for a solid minute. It was bad, left you speechless and threw you into a hole of darkness you barely managed to escape from, yet still leaving you grateful for the experience.

You thought your first heartbreak would be able to prepare you for what's to come in the future, but what you went through as soon as those words had fallen past Kyoutani’s lips, can't be compared to anything you've ever felt before.

Your heart starts clenching as his words keep replaying inside of your head and your throat so is going absolutely dry from your desperate attempts to gasp for air as the feeling of being suffocated comes back.

Everything around you seems to disappear, your eyes still focused on Kyoutani's intense gaze as the feeling of emptiness starts filling up your whole body.

You easily lose track of time, your heart beat so slow and heavy and when the wave of reality crashes you yet again, an almost inaudible sob falls past your lips.

"B-But...", you can't get yourself to speak, the words getting stuck in your throat and soft cries the only thing filling the inside of your car.

And yet, there are so many things you want to tell him, so many things rushing through your mind at the highest speed, almost impossible to grasp them and actually put them into proper sentences.

"You have too much control over me. I lost myself trying to fit into the picture of a lover you need and deserve. But – I am not who I used to be anymore”, Kyoutani explains, nervously rubbing the sides of his pierced node with his thumb as he avoids looking in your direction at all costs.

“I am scared of losing what's obviously not mine. You make me feel weak and vulnerable and I just can't deal with it. You've become the center of my world, and I can't control how much it affects me. How much you affect me and – I hate it", he continued, his voice is still incredibly calm, yet a bittersweet tone of fear coating every single one of his words.

"B-But...", yet again, the whole of your vocabulary seems vanished, not one word to say as the knot in your throat tightens even further.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I thought I could do it but – I am not meant to love and you deserve to be loved in the most special way possible”, he takes another quick break, letting out a sigh of exhaustion, “and that's why I'm letting you go. Please, don't hate me. Take care and – goodbye, my love.”

Those are his last words before he presses his lips against your forehead, making your head spin like crazy because of the contrast of his heartbreaking words and his soft kiss.

Kyoutani leaves without saying another word. He doesn't even look back once as he walks away and enters the apartment building, while you can't stop staring at the door with hot tears streaming down your cheeks and loud sobs filling the suffocating air surrounding you.

There you are, yet again.

Your eyes staring into the dark night as your body tries to cope with the intensity of pain you've thought you had overcome.

The constant breaking of your heart starts numbing every part of your body and you slowly start losing yourself in this certain kind of darkness.

Seconds turn into minutes and without even realizing, a whole hour has gone by with you staring into nothing.

Your mind plays games with you as it keeps replaying his words, his behavior, his kiss and the feeling of slowly but certainly going insane as you get out of the car a little too fast.

You tumble back, the sudden coldness hitting you right in the face and the mental as well as physical exhaustion has your body trembling.

And then it hits you.

The wave of anger, wrath, frustration and hatred literally wakes you up, pulls you back into reality and ends up taking over you completely.

Your eyes find the huge apartment building Kyoutani lives in, staring at it as if you could set it on fire and you know what you're about to do is a bad idea but your body acts before your mind can even get the chance to intervene.

And that's how you find yourself almost brutality slamming your fist against Kyoutani's door, your heart hammering against your rib cage way too fast for it to be still physically healthy and ten thousand different thoughts rushing through your chaotic mind.

"What the fuck is going – Y/N", Kyoutani looks at you with his pretty eyes slightly widened in shock, his lips parting as he struggles to keep his eyes on you and a disgusting feeling of shame and embarrassment starts filling you up.

You know this is pathetic, you are aware of how stupid you look standing in front of him like this but you just can't get yourself to actually care about it.

"Y/N, please don't-", "No, I listened to what you had to say and now I'm going to talk and you're going to listen to me. Before that I am not going anywhere because I deserve this", you cut him off, hands balled into fists as you try to stay calm but the more you think about his words in the car, the angrier you get.

"I–", Kyoutani sighs, his eyes nervously roaming your face and upon noticing the way you seem to shiver from the cold and your lack of clothing, he lets his conscience get the best of him, "alright, come in then.”

You follow him inside, the familiar scent of vanilla and Kyoutani's favorite febreeze scent filling your nose and you hate the way how comfortable you are.

After all you've been spending quite some time in this apartment; visiting him after your classes so he could bury his face between your legs and then offer you some homemade food, followed by a good old ghibli movie and lots of cuddles has become some kind of routine.

Oh, how you hate him for ruining all of those memories.

"Do you want something to drink? You're probably freezing", he offers, his voice filled with concern and you know he is right and you'd definitely give everything for a cup of tea and maybe some water, you still shove all of your body’s basic needs into the very back of your head and try to regain your composure.

"I – you – we", you take a deep breath, your mind struggling to put all of those racing thoughts into some kind of order, yet failing miserably.

But there's so much you want to say to him; so many things you want him to hear and now that you are actually standing in front of him, your body betrays you.

"You're a fucking coward, Kyoutani Kentarou", is the first thing you finally manage to let out, "and I hate you for leaving me like this. I fucking hate you.”

Deep down, you hate yourself for saying those words; the choice of words and the incredible heaviness they come with are usually not your way of expressing yourself yet you're not regretting them.

You don't know how this night is going to end, maybe this will be the last time you get to see Kyoutani or he'll eventually fuck you into oblivion and you finally end up together; but nevertheless you want your words to hurt him; you want them to wake him up just like his did to you.

"How dare you confess your love to me and tell me I basically ruined your life in the same breath when you're the one who's fucking all of this – us up. Yes, I’ve made a mistake and I've been regretting my choice of words for the past four days, even came to the point where I accepted your distance and decided to let go because I know how much my words hurt you. But us ending like this? Definitely not going to happen", Kyoutani stares at you with his pretty eyes focusing you attentively, barely blinking, not moving at all; he’s just listening to you.

"I just – don't understand how you can be this oblivious."

"Oblivious? Oblivious to what?", he asks, his voice a little deeper and raspier, sending goosebumps straight dow your spine as if your body needed to remind you the effect he has on you.

"Oblivious to everything. This is what love does to people, Kentarou. Of course you're going to feel weak and vulnerable because of me - because of the one you love. After all the point of being loved and loving someone else is showing those vulnerabilities and weakness to the person you trust the most because you know, or at least you hope, they won't take advantage of it.”

You take a deep breath, your mind slowing down as you ease yourself into his calming embrace and subconsciously losing yourself in the comfort it comes with.

“I'm yours. I've been yours since the very first day and we both know this, that's why you are so scared of losing me. And that's why my words hurt you so much”, you can tell that he’s already processing your words as much as he can; his habit of scratching the back of his head giving him away easily.

"You said you've lost yourself trying to fit into this picture of someone who I deserve but – you are the one who created that picture in the first place. Just because my first boyfriend was an alleged goody two shoes doesn't mean that you have to be like that too. Fuck that", you hiss, the thought of Kyoutani changing even the slightest bit about himself sending jolts of anger through your veins, "I don't care if you dropped out of college or that you have tattoos and piercings and bleach blonde hair. None of that matters to me because it's you, your kind heart and your pure soul I fell in love with.”

And suddenly - you can feel the burden on your shoulders disappear when those certain words leave your lips and the second Kyoutani raises his eyebrows in slight surprise before he locks eyes with you again has another breath of fresh air run through your suffocated lungs.

"Yes, I'm in love with you, Kyoutani Kentarou. Believe it or not, but for me, you're perfect just like this, with all your tiny habits and every single tattoo. There's nothing I'd change about you and I'm genuinely, truly sorry if I ever made you feel like you needed to change for me. You're a great guy and I guess that's why I ran back here after sitting in that car, crying for an hour because I couldn't stop thinking about the way you confessed your love to me”, you feel the thick veil of tears appear before they manage to block your sight, making the pretty face in front of you turn into bourry little pixels as your emotions overwhelm you.

“And yes, you are meant to be loved; maybe not meant to be loved by me but you deserve to be loved, do you hear me?"

You go up to him, closing some of the distance between the two of you before your finger darts out and poke his strong chest, trying to ease the tension after letting go of all those thoughts, "you deserve to love and to be loved because you're a good person. And I just – wanted to thank you for letting me into your life. Meeting you, getting to know the beautiful person you are has been one of the best things that has happened to me and I will cherish these memories forever."

And with those words you take a deep breath, let out another sigh, goving away your acceptance of defeat before you lift your head and prepare yourself to say your last goodbye no matter how painful it is.

"Take care, Kyoutani Kentarou and thank you, for everything", the words fall past your lips in the form of a whisper solely because you're too scared to break if you raised your volume just slightly.

You turn around and feel the first tear find its way down your cheek before you even get to walk away.

And just as you wrap your fingers around the doorknob, the sound of rushed footsteps approaching you makes you halt your movements.

"D-Don't go", Kyoutani suddenly says, his voice breaking when he comes to stand behind you, so close you can actually feel the warmth he's radiating, "I need you...so bad", he whispers into your ear, pressing his forehead against the back of your neck and it's like everything that happened tonight becomes irrelevant.

You turn around, not expecting Kyoutani to push you against the door with his whole body, yet still embracing him as much as you can.

With a soft sob, you start inhaling his unique scent, grazing his soft skin with your fingers and letting the warmth blossom inside of your chest after feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your palm.

"Don't leave me, please", he cries, the tears running down his flushed cheeks despite his desperate attempts of holding back, "let's do this whole love thing.”

You stand there for what feels like an eternity, just hugging each other, taking in each other's presence and calming down from everything that has happened in such a short time. You finally calm down completely, Kyoutani's soft touches and tiny kisses give you the last bit of energy you needed and for the first time in almost three months, there's not one demon in your head trying to make you overthink something.

Because this feels perfect; there's literally no other word to describe the feeling of holding Kyoutani Kentarou and being held by him.

But nevertheless, you've been on a constant adrenaline rush for the past four hours and the exhaustion has been killing you, making you grow tired a lot faster than usual.

"What about moving this to your room, hm? I'd rather fall asleep with you in your bed than against the door; especially because I know the boys are out and will be coming home soon", you say softly, lifting Kyoutani's head from the crook of your neck and looking at him.

He sighs and gives you a soft kiss, giving you a nod in response before he gets himself to let go of you; his warmth leaving with him and it's almost disgusting how you literally crave his presence.

After Kyoutani makes you drink two glasses of water to avoid the dehydration of your body, he hands you one of his thick hoodies and leaves you to get ready in his bathroom.

You come back to the sight of him sitting against the headboard of his king sized bed, his oversized shirt revealing the perfect amount of collarbones and you enjoy the sight of his pretty skin and the dark lines covering most of it as well as the way his sweats hug his strong thighs in the best way possible.

And as you watch his eyes lazily roam your body, a hot jolt of arousal finds its way through your veins and right to your cunt.

"Don't look at me like that, sweet girl", Kyoutani suddenly groans and cocks his head to the side, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he gulps harshly; his eyes never once leaving yours.

"B-But Tani...", you reply, approaching him with tiny steps become you come to stand right next to his tall figure, feeling yourself growing needier because of the way your body is craving his touch now more than ever.

“Baby…”, he replies and gulps harshly, knowing your body better than yourself after weeks of getting to know you in a way nobody has ever before.

"Please, Tani...please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me. I've been waiting for so long...", you plead, your fingers coming to graze his pretty lips as memories of all the times he had turned you into a crying mess with those lips.

Kyoutani is just as affected by the change in tension as you, the slight bulge in his grey sweatpants as well as the hunger burning in his eyes giving him away.

"You're such a pretty angel girl, aren’t you?", he whispers and sits up, pulling you closer to make you stand in between his legs as he starts caressing your hot cheeks with his fingers.

“Yet you're saying all those naughty things”, Kentarou chuckles deeply, “imagine how people would react if they knew what a cockhungry little slut you actually are", upon hearing those degrading names, your cunt starts clenching around nothing and a high pitched whimper escaped your throat.

"For you...", you whisper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth the second Kyoutani starts placing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling the material of his shirt a little too tightly.

"Of course, baby, you're mine after all and this sweet cunt", the sudden feeling of his palm pressing against the damped fabric of your panties has you gasping for air, "belongs to me, and me only", Kyoutani grunts, pulling the skin of your neck between his lips before he starts sucking gently as well as slowly moving his fingers against the lacey fabric between your legs.

"Yes, it's yours", you reply, after several weeks of being intimate with Kyoutani you've learned one thing and that's how much he loves hearing you say all those dirty and lewd things, "please fuck me."

"Patience, my love, patience. I am going to fuck you", Kentarou replies calmly and suddenly pushes you away, his hands disappearing from your body and when your lid flutter open because of the lack of touch, he shoots you one of his cocky smirks, "but let's not forget the whole friend situation, hm? What about you make it up to me before I fuck you like the little whore you are?"

His words have excitement rush through your blood, your head literally spinning just from the thought of finally getting to be on the giving end after weeks of him playing the selfless lover.

You nod eagerly, anticipation sparkling in your eyes as you watch him palm himself over his sweats before you get on your knees and wait for him to let go of his now fully erect cock.

However, the more seconds pass by like this, the more nervous you become because for some reason you suddenly remember that you've basically never sucked dick before.

Your head shoots up with slight panic written all over your face and of course Kyoutani notices your change in demeanor right away.

"What's wrong, angel?", he asks you and stops the movements of his hands.

"I don't know how to do it, Tani", you whisper, knowing there's no point in being shy about it, after all he happens to be the guy you've experienced your most firsts with.

"It's okay, baby, I'm going to help you”, Kyoutani replies and actually loses his composure for a second, “fuck baby, don't look at me like this when I'm literally about to fuck your throat", he hisses, throwing his head back as he grunts and his hips desperately bucking into the air.

Kyoutani takes another deep breath before he finally pushes his hand underneath the waistband of his sweats and with your eyes focused on his movements, you watch him pull out his hard length, a soft hiss falling past his plump lips when the coldness of the room grazes the slightly wet tip of his cock.

You gulp harshly, his impressive size in girth as well as length has your pussy throbbing like crazy, yet you can't help but wonder how the hell he's going to fit inside of you.

“Don't worry, baby, I know you're going to take all of my cock like the good girl you are", Kyoutani says after observing your facial expressions for some time.

"Give me your hand", he asks you softly, his voice still raspy and incredibly hoarse yet still soothing and you appreciate his attempts to calm himself down so you won't feel too nervous. With your heart slamming against your rib cage, you lift your hand up and are slightly overwhelmed at the sudden feeling of Kyoutani's warm spit pooling inside your palm. Without adding anything, he straightens himself and motions you to stroke his hard cock.

Not once do you stop looking at him as you wrap your fingers around the base of his impressive length and slowly start jerking him off.

Kyoutani cocks his head to the side, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth and his eyes constantly fluttering close.

"Start with the tip, angel- just wrap your lips around it and start sucking, but be careful with your teeth, yeah baby?", he grunts, his hips thrusting into your fist every time the pace of your strokes slows down.

You give him yet another nod before look up at him one more time and do as he says.

The feeling of his cock between your lips is – different.

It feels like it's not supposed to be there, yet the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue has you sighing softly. Your tongue darts out, giving his tip a tiny kitten lick before you go back to sucking on it eagerly.

And while you seem to enjoy it a lot, Kyoutani is going absolutely crazy. You can see the way he's tensing his body as his grip in the bed sheets tightens and the vein on his neck pops out.

"F-Fuck, baby, just like that", he praises you "now try to take more of it in a-and use your hand for the rest", Kyoutani's voice is shaky, his eyes are nervously roaming your swollen lips and the string of spit connecting them to the tip of his cock.

Without giving it another thought, you take a deep breath and take more of him, trying your best to not graze his sensitive cock with your teeth and despite your initial struggle, you still enjoy the feeling of his cock on your tongue.

You subconsciously wrap your fingers around the part of his cock which you can't fit inside your mouth and suddenly it's like your body knows exactly what to do.

Kyoutani's moans grow louder and the soft thrusts of his hips become a little less controlled. You look up at him every now and then, trying your best to keep the steady rhythm as you bop your head.

And then he suddenly thrusts his length all the way to the back of your throat, your gag reflex just about to go off when he pulls back which is the moment you take notice of the tears streaming down your cheeks.

You give him a soft smile before going back to wrapping your lips around his tip, but you don't get very far.

Kyoutani pulls you back, his grip on the back of your neck not firm enough to hurt you.

"I promise I'm going to fuck your throat properly and even cum in your mouth the next time we do this but right now I just can't stop thinking about that tight cunt of yours", he says, helping you get up and almost instantly pulling you onto his lap; his wet cock rubbing against your panty covered core as Kyoutani pulls you in for a kiss.

It's sloppy and rushed, the way his tongue grazes over yours before he pulls it between his lips and starts sucking at it. Your hips start moving against his cock, your sensitive pussy craving some kind of friction as the arousal has your head spinning like crazy.

You start moaning and whimpering into his mouth when Kyoutani’s hips start meeting your desperate movements, applying the perfect amount of pressure onto your needy clit.

You feel the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening, the clenching of your cunt becoming worse the more you hump Kyoutani's cock like a woman starved.

But nothing prepares you for the feeling of one of his large digits entering you. Your hole start clenching around his finger Kyoutani pushes another one in, both digits buried inside of your little cunt.

"Such a good girl for me, aren't you, baby? I'm going to finger you nice and slow so you're ready for my cock. Now come on, my love; show me what a good whore you are and ride my fingers", Kyoutani encourages you, his hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin behind your ear and without missing a beat, your hips meet the skillful thrusts of his fingers.

Kyoutani continues to whisper naughty things into your ear, his other hand eventually wrapping around your throat as he makes sure you look into his eyes when you stumble over the edge.

Your high hits you hard and fast, the intensity knocking the breath out of your lungs and leaving you gasping for it; something you should be used to by now yet still can't believe is even possible.

He pushes you off of his lap softly, helps you get rid of his shirt as well as your ruined panties before he makes you lay down in the middle of his bed; eyes locking with yours when he also starts undressing.

"My pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, his hand caressing the soft skin of your thighs, spanking you every now and then just because he's absolutely obsessed with the way your whole body tenses whenever his hand meets your skin.

“Look at me", he orders and almost instantly your head shoots up to meet his gaze, the sight of his naked body distracting you a lot more than you expected but after all this is the first time you get to see the rest of his tattoos; the ones you usually only get a tiny glimpse of depending on his outfit choice.

Kyoutani spreads your legs apart, his eyes never leaving yours even when he starts jerking off again and you can't hold back the soft whimpers and begs leaving your lips.

But also something about his flushed cheeks and swollen lips as well as his messy hair falling into his face has you incredibly turned on.

"We've never talked about this before but are you on the pill, baby?", he asks, pushing one of his thumbs into his mouth before he brings it down to your clit and starts rubbing soft circles into it, making you arch your back off of the mattress as you bury your face in the pillow to keep your noises down.

"N-No", you whisper, a deep sigh coming from Kyoutani and even though you know you shouldn’t do it, you stop him from bending over to the drawer of his nightstand, making him look at you in confusion.

“But I still want you to raw me, please...", you add and gulp harshly when his whole body seems to go into some kind of haze once the words leaveyour lips.

Kyoutani looks at you, his eyes darkening even more as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and lets out a loud moan of your name.

"I can't just raw you, baby", he presses through gritted teeth, his mask slowly falling apart the more you rub yourself against his cock, "you've never had sex without a condom and my pull out game is weak, even weaker when it comes to you because fuck – the thought of filling you up with my cum sounds so fucking good", Kyou groans when you scoot up a little, taking his length into your hand before you line him up with your entrance.

"B-But what if you get pregnant, sweet girl?", he sighs and tries to pull away, making you wrap your arms around his neck as you look into his pretty eyes.

"That will just show everyone around us how well you've fucked me", you whisper and elicit another deep moan from him, his whole body shaking slightly as he tries to hold himself back from just pounding into you.

"Such a cockhungry whore", he hisses and – finally – starts pushing his fat cock into your tiny cunt, the slight stretch making you both gasp for air.

“If that's what you want, then that’s what you get, you little slut. I'm going to fucking raw you and fill you up with all of my cum, make you my cumslut", Kyoutani grunts, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before he harshly grabs your face and looks into your eyes as he buries more of himself inside of you.

"F-Fuck, you're big", you whimper, throwing your head back and trying your very best to stop clenching around his cock.

“We're almost there, baby- you got this, s-stop clenching", Kyoutani grunts against your parted lips. Without a warning, Kyoutani pushes the rest of his huge cock inside of you, bottoming out completely.

“F-Fuck...you’re so– tight”, Kentarou grunts, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, “it’s like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“S-So good...so fucking good, nngh-”, your little whimpers and whines are slurred, barely coherent as the feeling of being filled to the brim pushes you into a haze of pleasure.

You feel the pulsation of his cock against your spongy walls, his hands nervously roaming your body and groping one of your tits, as he obviously tries to calm himself down.

And then he finally starts moving.

A deep, guttural moan leaves the both of you when he pulls himself out of your tight hole, dragging his huge cock along the walls of your little cunt in the most delicious way possible before he almost brutally shoves himself back in again.

“Mhm, just like that, you little brat”, he grunts, sitting up on his knees as he pushes your legs further apart, his eyes focusing the way his fat cock stretches your hole just how he’s been imagining it all this time, “coming up to me and talking about having your little cunt rawed like some cumhungry little whore.”

You start nodding almost instantly at his words, your brain barely recognizing them, the only thing you can focus on being the way the tip of his cock grazes the entrance to your womb with every harsh, brutal thrust of his hips.

His thrusts find a steady rhythm, hard and so, so deep.

“Open your mouth”, Kyoutani grunts, a single drop of sweat finding its way down the center of his tattooed chest, the sight making you whimper and whine for him even louder as you part your lips as soon as you process his words.

“You know what? I’d rather have you say it”, he suddenly hisses, pulling his cock out of your spasming cunt before he presses your legs together and shoves himself back inside of you with one skilled thrust of his hips.

You have no idea at what point you start crying but by the time Kyoutani's moans and grunts start picking up their pace, you're a sobbing mess.

“S-Say wh-what?”, you sob, hiding your tear and spit stained face behind your hands, not daring to look up at him.

“I want you to ask for my spit and beg for my cum”, Kentarou’s voice grows raspier, the dominance seething through every single one of his words makes it so easy for you to fall even further into the hole of absolute submission, “and stop hiding yourself, angel girl..I wanna watch the way I’m fucking your brains out.”

A row of loud, high pitched whines and a combination of sobs and moans are the only thing you manage to respond with, your brain clouded with the feeling of his thick cock dragging along the spongy walls of your cunt.

And before you can even comprehend his next movement, you hear the loud sound of skin meeting skin followed by the delicious feeling of a sting sending jolts of pain through your body, something you’ve come to love after so many hours with the tattoo artist.

“I told you to ask and beg for it, angel girl..you’re making me wait”, Kentarou spits, never once halting the movements of his hips as he watches the way you start sobbing even more, your cunt spasming around his cock after his painful spank.

“Please...f-fuck, please spit in my mouth and my face and on my cunt- want it all”, you start brabbling, another row of incohrent begs following right afterwars as your hips sloppily meet his harsh thrusts, “I want you to stuff me full of your cum, too- please, Daddy, wanna be your little c-cumdumpster.”

“There you go..”, Kyoutani’s plump lips stretch into a big smile as his cock throbs at the sound of that one forbidden little word he’s come to love even more after hearing it from you only a handful of times.

He didn’t hesitate to tell you about how much it turns him on around two weeks after the two fo you had started dating and even though he never really expected you to use it, he was secretely hoping for you to overcome your shyness.

You had used it only twice before when the pleasure had gotten too much for your brain to handle and Kyoutani knew you’d stop holding yourself back as soon as you got a taste of his cock.

“What did you just call me, pretty girl?”, he cooes, giggling softly at the way you whimper and cry even harder, knowing oh so well what he wants to hear.

And for the first time you just can’t get yourself to argue with the little voice in the back of your head; the feeling of his cock stretching your tiny cunt making it so, so easy to just let go of all those doubts and worries.

“Please, Daddy”, you reply and look into his eyes, groping your own tits as you arch your back to feel him even deeper inside of you, “n-need your cum inside of me...please- want everyone to know who I belong to.”

You don’t really expect it, yet your pussy almost instantly start clenching around his cock when kyoutani harshly grabs your face, making you part your lips before he spits into your mouth.

The loud, lewd sound of it rings in your ears in the best way possible and acting like a literal aphrodisiac in combination with the delicious taste of his saliva coating the hot muscle of your tongue.

You hum softly before you swallow it all, a gentle sob escaing your lips before you look up at him again.

"Now go on, angel girl”, he growls, pushing his hand in between your legs to rub circles into your hardened clit, “I want you to cum for me. Be a good little dumpster for your Daddy and show me what only I can do to you.”

You can barely process his words, the lewdness just fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach as you lose yourself in the feeling of your upcoming high. But you still start nodding, cringing at the feeling your saliva dripping down your jawline.

And with one last thrust, you feel your high crashing down onto you with such heaviness, you're left absolutely breathless.

Your whole body is trembling as the waves of your orgasm hit you, a row of incoherent words leaving your lips before you stop trying and just start crying for your precious Daddy.

"That's my baby”, is the first thing your brain manages to process again, everything still a blurry mess and when you look at Kyou, you realize you’re still cumming.

Your cunt is almost painfully spasming around his big cock, your juices dripping down the sides of his length as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“You’re such a good, good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? I'm so proud of you", Kyoutani praises you, his thrust a little sloppier than before and from the way he's digging his fingers into the skin of your waist, you can only assume that he's also quiet close, "you're also going to take all of Daddy’s cum, right, baby? We gotta make sure I fill you up nicely..."

You take a deep breath, your slightly overstimulated cunt sending shivers down your spine as your eyes focus on Kyoutani's parted lips.

"Please, Daddy...need you to fill me up with your cum", you encourage him and when you slowly push two of your fingers into his mouth, knowing how much he loves to suck on them no matter what situation you’re both in, you finally get to see his whole face crunch up in pleasure.

His body tenses up as his grip on your waist becomes firmer before he starts cumming inside of you with a deep, raspy moan; coating the walls in several shades of white with three thick spurts of his cum.

Kyoutani buries his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly calms down, loud breathing and rushed gasps for air the only thing to fill the inside of his empty room.

"I love you so much", he whispers and gives you a soft kiss, his cock still firmly buried inside of your sensitive cunt before he shoots you a soft smile; looking almost boyish with his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

"I love you, too, D-Daddy”, you whisper, gulping harshly as the words leave your lips, feeling yourself grow even smaller underneath his strong yet comforting gaze, “thank you for giving us a chance", you add and pull him into for another kiss.

"Kyoutani Kentarou, your favorite group of walking disappointments is back and better than ev - oh", Iwaizumi Hajime, Kyoutani's High School best friend, fellow tattoo aritst and roommate suddenly yells and almost brutally slams open the door, startling you to the last bone in your body.

Kyoutani is quick to cover you up with his body, his hand reaching for one of the blankets on the floor as he grunts in annoyance.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know–", "What is it, Iwa-Chan? Is he jerking off again? Kyoutani Kentarou you little piece of shit, just go and fuck that–", just like Iwaizumi, Oikawa – who also happens to be his best friend, felow tattoo artist and roommate – comes to stand in the doorway, bumping into his best friend before he finally spots the two of you.

"You're naked", he points out, closing his eyes almost instantly after realizing what he has just come to witness and despite the disgusting feeling of wanting to disappear and never come back again, you can't help but giggle at their shocked and slightly disgusted faces.

Kyoutani takes a deep breath and pulls out of you, still making sure to hide you behind his body before he hands you the blanket and lets his eyes shift to the door, looking at his best friends in pure disbelief.

"Kawa stop fucking staring and – can you two please fuck off?", he yells, pulling the boys back to reality and the way both of them shift to look at you only to blush from their necks to their ears has you chuckling softly.

This type of situation is nothing you’re not used to – unfortunately.

"Uhm – of course! Oh, my fucking God! So sorry, Kyou", Iwaizumi stutters and wraps his fingers around the doorknob, avoiding your eyes as much as he can before he pushes Oikawa away and then closes the door with another row of apologies.

Kyoutani just looks at you apologetically as he shakes his head and face palms himself, making the both of you burst into loud laughter.

And after taking a shower together and actually eating some late dinner with the boys, you fall asleep with Kyoutani's arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his face buried inside the crook of your neck and one last love confession.

And when those sweet words fall past his lips yet again, you realize – you're finally home.

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taechaos · 4 years ago

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Your Boy, No?

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: You can't stand seeing Jungkook with another girl, so you give him a piece of your mind in a stranger's bedroom by becoming his outlet of sexual frustration.

warnings: losing virginity, riding, degradation

a/n: jungkook's character is not exactly submissive, so i added my own twists to this request. i hope you don't mind @madygswich c:

word count: 2.5k

You can't stop pouting. Holding back tears when seeing a woman perched up on Jungkook's lap while they make out has proven to be difficult, but you're trying. It hurts your heart; hell, you're aching everywhere. It doesn't take a genius to know he's doing it to get a reaction out of you when his eyes are throwing daggers at you with his tongue down another girl's throat.

Following Jungkook around like a lost puppy isn't ideal, especially at a frat party. He never gives you the time of the day if it's not out of menace, but you aren't willing to give up on him. It's just not possible when you are so in love with him, and so fucking jealous.

More than Jungkook, you're mad at the girl. You want to rip her heart out, make her suffer for ever touching the love of your life. You're becoming irrational, mentally cussing her out for being a whore while you stop yourself from breaking down in a house filled with horny young adults. You don't know a single person here, and you have to deal with your pent up emotions all by yourself.

You choke out a sob when Jungkook starts kneading the girl's ass shamelessly with her skirt hiked up to her back. They're being so inappropriate in the kitchen of a stranger's house, while you can't even take a sip from your spiked drink in the bustling living room. You abruptly stand up and throw away your plastic cup when Jungkook's hand disappears elsewhere, and you have an idea of what he's about to do. You march over to him, looking absolutely tiny next to the overbearing college students and you don't notice Jungkook's sinister smile as he watches you fume.

"Let go," you sound hoarse, and not at all intimidating when you push the girl off of his lap. She stumbles at the force, but you pay no mind to her confusion as you pull Jungkook up by his arm to drag him away. You think it's the anger and adrenaline giving you so much strength, but it's Jungkook amusing himself by allowing you to take him upstairs.

"This isn't a therapy session, little girl," he yells over the music, "I didn't come here to listen to you cry."

You huff and let a single tear slip before harshly wiping it away. When you reach the hallway, you enter the first bedroom you find. It's occupied by a foreplaying couple, but you're driven as you hiss, "Out!"

They leave at your demand, and you're confusing a lot of people tonight. Jungkook is surprised by your sudden aggression, but he doesn't stop with his remarks, "the chihuahua's gone mad."

"Shut up, Jungkook!" you whirl around angrily to face him. "How could you do that to me?!"

He quirks a brow. "Do what to you? I'm sorry, am I the one who forcefully brought you here? Am I tripping or are you?"

You push at his chest, "you're a fucking whore! Tonguing a girl in front of everyone, in front of me?"

His shoulders shake in silent laughter and you cross your arms when he starts cackling loudly. The music is drowned out and muffled behind the door, but it's nothing compared to how hysterically Jungkook is laughing.

"What's so funny?" you ask lamely. He throws his head back as he clutches his stomach, and you're starting to get annoyed. You push him on the bed, but he's still laughing. "Quit it already," your voice wavers, but you don't back down as you smack his chest. You place your knees on both sides of his hips to limit his movement and cover his mouth to shut him up.

His crescent eyes turn intense instantly as he glares at you under his hooded lids. He exerts only a tiny bit of his energy into pushing your hand away and you weakly collapse on him. It's foul play to compete with his muscles, and you realize he can snap you in half if he wanted to regardless of your rush of adrenaline.

You sit back up as he lowly speaks, "The fuck's it to you? I wanted to fuck her, and I was going to until you stepped in as if you're my girlfriend. Tell me why I shouldn't go back to her right now." He clasps his hands under his head, making himself comfortable with your weight pressing against his crotch.

"You know why," you huff with a frown, and you look so cute in the dim lighting with your baggy knitted sweater bunching up on the sleeves, sitting on his bulge with so much innocence in your expression. He's smitten, but it doesn't show in his cold stare. "I'm your girl, and I won't tolerate you messing around with other women. It's slutty!" You slightly bounce for emphasis, but your knee-length skirt hides your actions. Jungkook feels it with you, and his eyes trail down to your lower region.

"My girl?" he parrots with a raised brow. He gazes back into your eyes. "You do my homework."

"I don't care. I love you," you plead pathetically, "please say you love me back."

"Wasn't I a whore just a second ago?"

"You were! Apologize to me," you harshly yank his head back by his hair. He doesn't react in the slightest, so you softly add, "please."

"Oh little girl," he sighs, "are you really trying to dominate me right now?"

"I am dominating you. Promise me you won't kiss another girl like that again. I won't forgive you a second time."

"Yeah? What's my loss?"

"Well, you're lazy in school," you bluntly state, "and no one loves you like I do. No one would try to cater to you like I do. I'd do anything for you, Kookie." You tug down your skirt to take it off and plop back down on him before saying, "Including sex. You can only use me for your sexual needs."

He's enamored by your words, but he doesn't dare share it with you. Instead, he thrusts upwards and you yelp when you jump. "Go on then," he says nonchalantly. "Show me how much of a slut you are."

"U-Um, okay," you stutter and start unzipping his black denim jeans. You've seen a lot of porn videos to make sure you were prepared for the next step with Jungkook, but you have no experience with penetration.

And he realizes that rather quickly when you're so meek with your actions. With a groan, he asks, "You're not a fucking virgin, are you?"

"I've been saving it for the right guy," you answer with offence. This is a special occasion, and you want him to take it as seriously as you do. But it's definitely not a good idea to be snarky with him when you can barely remember the steps for safe sex. "Do you have a condom?"

"It's in my pocket," he grumbles and points at his front without taking it out himself. You're excited and nervous as you tear the wrapper and take out the preservative. You have no idea how to put it on, but you're topping so you clumsily push down his briefs. Jungkook is surprisingly throbbing under you, and you blush at the sight of his erection.

He stops himself from teasing you and saying that the girl from earlier gave him this boner, but he doesn't want to be cruel yet. It's your first time, and truthfully, he jacks off to thought of you too often anyway. He can handle being somewhat nice by staying quiet, but that doesn't mean he would teach you how to put on a condom.

You slip it on with little struggle, and don't waste any time in positioning his cock in your entrance. Before he can stop you, you sink down on his length with a painful moan. He wants to tell you that losing your virginity in this position is the most painful, but instead he groans, "Holy shit, how are you so fucking tight?"

It hurts so fucking bad. Your tear ducts are like clockwork as they water instantly, but you lower yourself down to the hilt anyway. You're quite literally sitting on his cock as you try to catch your breath because God, you're in so much pain.

"Fuck, are you okay?" he asks, but he's more worried about controlling himself from fucking into you before you can adjust. It's difficult, but he's trying.

"Jungkook," you whimper quietly with your eyes screwed shut, "it hurts."

"You're so fucking dumb for doing this, but you feel so fucking good," he pants as he holds your hips.

"Thank you," you muster out in a breath. A few seconds pass until the pain starts to numb, and you move against him very slowly. Your walls are stinging, but it feels like Heaven for Jungkook who you clench down on.

"Go up and down," he instructs with a bit lip. He tries to move your hips, but you're resisting in fear of another shock of pain. "Come on!"

"Can you wait?" you hiss through clenched teeth.

He's trying to rile you up when he says, "Sana wouldn't take this fucking long."

And it works, because you bounce once. "Don't say her name!"

He groans at your tightness, and he can't believe how wet you are. You're dripping on him, and he curses himself for holding back because of your hopeless romance. He can't entertain your conservative way of going on about this any longer, so he continues, "She would have made me cum by now, but this prissy princess can't even get a move on."

It's almost pathetic how one push from Jungkook makes you start moving, and it feels less uncomfortable to hop up and down against his pelvis. The filthy sound of slapping skin mixing with the generic radio music is making you feel so slutty because it's so stereotypical, but when Jungkook moans, it brings heat all over your body. You take your sweater off when sweat begins to cumulate on your temples, and he commands, "Take off your bra too."

He's thrusting into you as you unclasp the black material, freeing your breasts as he finds his new eyecandies. You are so pretty, your nipples are so hard, and your cunt sucks him in so perfectly. It almost upsets him when he realizes how much pleasure he's deprived himself of; the amount only you seem to be able to provide, because it's beyond physical intimacy.

"Good girl," he exhales and gently slams into you with his hands fondling your tits. You smile coyly through your tears, and he asks, "Does it still hurt?"

You contemplate for a second, because you don't feel the best yet, but you don't want to disappoint Jungkook either. "I-It doesn't," you lie.

Jungkook mentally rolls his eyes; he really wants to believe you so he can chase his high, but he sees right through you. He slaps your tit without mercy and chastises you, "don't lie. I thought this was your little moment of control."

"I'm sorry," you pout as you slowly ride him.

"Another lie," he slaps your other tit more harshly and you yelp.

"I'm not lying!" you plead and hasten your pace, desperate to sell your lie. It's working, because you're starting to feel a knot in your stomach the more you adjust.

He moans with you, and you lose yourself when he stills your hips and begins to fuck you himself. It's rough, loud, and the pain is your pleasure. His balls slap against your skin as he easily slides in and out of you with the help of your arousal. Your love dawns on him when you're so turned on for him without any foreplay, and he's on cloud nine because nothing can compare to being inside you.

The setting is so unlike you, fucking in someone's bedroom with a bunch of people behind the unlocked door who can barge in at any given moment, but he finds it so sexy. You only care about being with him, and you really do look like his slut now.

His hands start holding onto your ass, kneading it until it turns red with his fingerprints, and he demands you to kiss him. You're out of it, your ears are ringing and you can only moan out his name, but you can't bear to ignore him. Your lips fall on his, and the kiss is sloppy with his tongue all over your mouth. You can't keep up, but your chest swells with pride when you realize how needy he is for you. He goes as far as to spit in your mouth, and you swallow it without hesitation.

"You want me to play with your clit?" he murmurs against your lips, and his voice sounds so airy and melodic to your ears. "Hm? Want me to make you feel good, little slut?"

You whine without a clear response because his lips feel so soft and wet, and that's the only thing you can focus on. All you want to do is kiss him and he doesn't stop you from doing so, but you're even more overwhelmed when he starts touching you while penetrating you. "No," you whimper, "I'll cum."

"A slut can take it," he grunts and rubs your clit faster, and you come undone all too soon. You moan loudly as you tremble, shaking as he rides out your high with a pinch to your clit. You're numb when you collapse on top of him, but he's relentless with his thrusts. He's using your body as you intended, and he's vocal with his pleasure and teasing climax. It's remarkable how he holds you up when you've gone limp and still fucks you just as hard.

You want to record his voice when he starts to whine pathetically, but you have no energy left within. He's panting in your ear, and it's not long before his hips fall on the mattress with a sigh. He's surprised by how powerful his orgasm was, as he fills the condom with his release instantly. His cock is still nestled inside you as both of you recover from your climax.

"Get off," he taps your thigh, and he pushes you off when you don't obey immediately. Your spell has worn off as he starts to dress himself. "I'm going back to the dorms." You listen to him with your mind in a haze. "Unless you want to get raped on your way without me, get the fuck up now."

"Can you carry me please?"

He shrugs and swings your arm over his shoulder, picking up your body with ease. He collects your clothes in his hand, but doesn't hand them to you as he steps out of the room.

"W-Wait, Jungkook, I'm naked-"

"You're my girl, no? Be a good slut and shut the fuck up."

Dangling off his shoulder with your bare tits pressed against his back, you close your eyes and drift off on the way to campus.

Boyfriends typically drop their girlfriends off anyway, right?

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Fate’s Doing

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Description: Soulmate AU — You write something on your skin with pen/marker/ink and it shows up on your soulmate’s skin as well.

Warnings: None

POMF’s Note: Baggy clothes do not equal hobo / homeless. The term “hobo” was used as an exaggeration.

You were very artistic and you enjoyed doodling anywhere you could. In the margins of notebooks, in your journal, even and especially on your skin. Doodling was kind of your way of expressing yourself. You weren't even that great of an artist. At least not that you thought. Doodling flowers and mandalas were what you drew best. You could always make them completely different from the previous one and it would still turn out beautiful. Sometimes doodling on your skin helped ease your anxiety.

Behavioral Analyst Doctor Spencer Reid happened to be your soulmate. Neither of you had ever met before. Not once. And you both lived in Quantico, Virginia. To Spencer, it had seemed like everyone was finding their soulmate but him. But how do you even go about looking for your soulmate when they could be on the complete opposite side of the world?

There weren't any cases to be working on currently so the team was stuck at their desks with ginormous piles of undone paper work. This was Spencer's least favorite part of his job. Sure he enjoyed reading, but this, wasn't reading.

"Hey Reid, think you could help me out with this extra paper work? Reading on the computer is one thing but having to read on paper is much more difficult than I remember it being." Penelope Garcia, the BAU's Technical Analyst, suddenly asked.

But Spencer was too busy watching more intricate lines of a flower petal appear on his arm to listen to her.

"Wow, that's beautiful. Your soulmate must be an artist." She smiled widely, watching the patterns slowly appear on his arm. He nodded silently, just smiling softly to himself.

"She—she always seems to draw them at the same time every day. I've been trying to think of a place someone might go every single day and I was thinking maybe a coffee shop. But there's too many in town and we're always working so I haven't gotten the chance to look around." He informed Penelope, a slight sadness laced in his hushed tone.

Garcia frowned slightly. "Don't you go to the same coffee shop everyday?" She asked curiously. The genius nodded.

"Yeah, but she always draws them at this time of night and I usually only go to that shop durning the day." He sighed, admiring the large black mandala on his forearm.

"Hey well I go to a different coffee shop than you. It's called Lucy's. I always go there at nights to finish up paper work on my computer. That shop has better wifi than my apartment. And I don't know why because—," She glanced at Spencer who wasn't even listening to her. Penelope bit the inside of her cheek.

"Anyways, I could look for her if you want? I'm going there tonight. Maybe, if she goes to Lucy’s, she stays late..?" The techy suggested, hope clear in her voice.

"Could you? I mean, if you're going there anyway, may as well look for her while you're at it. You don't have to go out of your way or anything." His voice was full of hope and maybe some desperation. Sure, watching these little flowers and doodles show up on his arm was always the best part of his day, but he just wanted to find her already.

Garcia nodded and smiled, setting a couple files on top of Spencer's stack. "I'll let you know if I find anything." Spencer gave her a tight-lipped smile as he opened the next file and began getting to work again.

You smiled at your finished artwork that was now on your forearm. You remembered how this flower would show up on your soulmate's arm too, sighing at the thought. Thinking about your soulmate made you feel down. Everyone you knew was starting to find their soulmate's except for you. And it was frustrating because all you wanted to do was meet him and hug him tightly and tell him you'd been looking for him for so long. You wondered if he's given any thought to you. He never wrote anything on his skin so you had no idea what he might be like.

The Microsoft Word Doc that was pulled up on your laptop seemed to be glaring at you, telling you to get back to work because 'this essay isn’t going to finish itself'. You nearly groaned in annoyance, letting your hand fall sloppily on the keyboard which suddenly caused the entire essay to disappear. Your eyes went wide.

"No. No. No no no. No." You muttered over and over to yourself. How could you be so careless? You hadn’t even saved the essay and now it was just gone. You bit your lip as tears slowly welled up in your eyes. You'd been working on this essay for more than a week. Now you were going to have to start all over.

Your stomach seemed to drop lower and lower the more you tried to search for your missing essay. The desperation to find it was getting to you and you were about to have a mental breakdown. You rested your head in your hands as you tried to calm your breathing.

This essay was very important for your final grade and it was gone. You'd spent countless nights editing it and rewriting parts of it to make it better and all the sleepless nights and hard work was just thrown haywire out the window. Biting your lip again, you squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath.

"Um, excuse me?" A woman's voice interrupted your clouded mind. You looked behind your shoulder to find a woman with crazy hair and red glasses smiling shyly at you.

"Uh, yes?" You cringed at your tone. She stood up, a little hesitantly, and walked over to your booth.

"I couldn't help but overhear that you’re having some tech issues?" She questioned a little unsure of herself. You nodded tiredly.

"Yeah, it just disappeared and it's due in two days and I've been working on it nonstop since last week." You muttered. She turned your laptop to face her. "May I..?" She asked softly. You nodded, your eyebrows creasing in confusion. What on earth was she going to do?

After only a few measly seconds she spoke up suddenly. "Ah ha! I've done it again. Your essay, darling." A happy grin adorned her face as she turned your laptop to face towards you. Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened.

"How—how did you—, nope. Never mind. It doesn't matter. Thank you! Thank you so much..." You trailed off when you realized you didn't even know her name. "Penelope Garcia." She filled in, sticking her hand out.

"Y/N Y/L/N." You responded, shaking her hand. Her gaze dropped to your arm and she gasped loudly, earning a few curious stares from the people seated in the booths around the two of you. You looked down at your arm confused.

"What? Is it that ugly?" You asked, smirking playfully. She licked her lips and a smile spread across her face, one ear to the other.

"I know who your soulmate is!" She said excitedly. Okay, surely this lady was just crazy, right? There's no way that she just randomly helped you find your essay and, somehow, knows your soulmate. You were at a loss for words. It felt like time stopped as you processed what she said. You knew that you shouldn't let yourself get your hopes up but it was too late.

"Yeah I work with him. Literally, in a building that is right down the street. Hurry! Grab your stuff and let's go!" She rushed, sliding your lap top towards you where you very quickly saved your essay and then put the computer into your backpack.

You grabbed your now cold drink and threw it in the trash on the way out the door. She just kept mumbling to herself excitedly as she continued at a fast pace down the street.

"Penelope, are you sure he's my soulmate? I just don't want to get my hopes up, you know?" You asked practically running to keep up with her.

"He is. We watched the flower you drew on your arm appear on his together. By the way, you're a great artist." The woman said confidently.

You nodded trying to gather some of your thoughts. You didn't want to ask too many questions about him because you'd been dreaming of this moment your entire life. By asking her those questions, it would ruin the surprise.

You finally crossed the street and walked up to a very government-esque building. Suddenly your throat had gone dry. You looked down at your baggy sweatshirt and jeans debating whether or not it was too late to change into something else. You were going to be the only person dressed like a hobo in this entire building.

"Wait!" You stopped abruptly just before reaching the entrance. "How do I look? I mean I know I look like a hobo, but I can't really change now." You softly muttered, your heart beat starting to pick up.

"Oh please. Who cares what you're wearing. He's going to think you look beautiful." Penelope assured you, a twinkle in her eye. You nodded, more to yourself than at her statement, trying desperately to reassure yourself that everything would be okay.

This had been Fate's doing, no way what you're wearing could ruin it now.

She showed her badge to the security guard at the front desk and then walked you into an elevator. You were trying desperately to make the elevator go slower. You had yet to gather any of your thoughts. What were you even going to say to him?

Then the elevator doors opened and Penelope briskly walked out into a main area with several desks. There was more than one man working, but there were only a few people still here altogether as it was pretty late at night.

You had no idea what being a Behavioral Analyst meant, but you were intrigued and excited to learn all about it.

Spencer had almost finished his entire stack of paper work and it was only about midnight. He was on a roll, but maybe that was the seven coffees he'd chugged speaking.

It felt like his hands were flying faster than his mind and his mind was very fast already. He was totally buzzed from the large intake of caffeine and Derek Morgan had been teasing him about it for the last little while.

Eventually Morgan and Emily Prentiss had called it a night leaving only him and Jennifer Jareau in the bull pen.

Reid heard two pairs of quick foot steps behind him suddenly and he turned around curiously. Penelope and another woman were quickly walking over to him and Garcia was smiling so hard that it looked like it hurt.

The other woman was looking around anxiously, he didn't recognize her. Maybe she was a friend of Garcia's.

His heart started to beat faster as they got closer and he wasn't sure why but there was a part of his mind that was telling him Penelope actually found his soulmate. He swallowed thickly and tried to calm his jitters. He stood up just as they got to his desk.

"Um, hi." Spencer spoke timidly. His voice was a pitch higher and he wanted to slap himself. He probably looked ridiculous. But the coffee mixed with his sleep deprivation was making it hard for him to get ahold of himself.

The girl looked up to meet his eyes and he swore he stopped breathing. He suddenly felt lightheaded like he needed to sit down.

Her eyes were lit up in the most beautiful way possible. Like on a Christmas morning when the lights on the tree seemed to shine bright. And her lips were slightly parted, she looked almost astonished.

"Show him your arm." Garcia nudged the girl quickly. The girl swallowed and pulled her sleeve up.

On her arm was the same beautiful mandala flower that had appeared on his only hours earlier. He quickly showed her his arm and the pair were speechless.

He had no words in his mouth. He had no words in his brain. But you were the same way. It was like the two of you had forgotten how to speak.

Garcia had long left the two of you to converse in private now, not that you had noticed however.

The fact that neither of you had been expecting to find your soulmate's today made you even more unprepared.

You had thought about this moment over and over and over. What you were going to say. What you were going to do. How you were going to react. But now it was a little passed midnight and you had gotten a total of eight hours of sleep in the passed three days and all your plans ran down the drain.

"Y/N." You squeaked out. You blinked several times to try and bring yourself back to reality but it was difficult to look away from his soft gaze.

"I'm Y/N." You repeated nervously. His hair was so fluffy that even if he wasn't your soulmate you'd want to touch it. He looked absolutely nothing like you'd previously imagined your soulmate to look like. But he was beautiful, that much you’d admit

"S-Spencer." He stuttered. You didn't know whether you should shake his hand or hug him or give him a high five. And since he wasn't instigating any of those, you didn't know what to do next.

"I guess— we should hug now, huh?" He asked timidly, scratching the back of neck.

"If—if you want to. Sure." You replied softly. You decided to just go for it and you did not regret it.

He was taller than you so you had gone on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck. He was so warm and soft and you never wanted to leave his arms. He smelled of faded cologne and coffee and you inhaled the scent over and over, hoping to engrave it in your memory forever as he held you tightly to him.

You wrapped your arms around him tighter, burying your face in his neck. This seemed to make him relax into you. His shoulders slumped, allowing himself to pull you even closer. He nuzzled his face into your shoulder no doubt trying to memorize the way you smelled too. You hoped it was a good scent, at least.

He pulled away after awhile, gazing at with warm eyes. "Would you like to get coffee tomorrow?" He asked softly.

You nodded your head, smiling brightly. "Of course."

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