#I found my dads ...thing that makes stuff stiff in places
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Billy Hargrove/Original Female Character
Warnings: Being buried alive, Deathy stuff, Sexual innuendoes, Eventual Smut, Blood, People being mean, honestly more warnings to come.
3,635 Word count
<- Prologue
Chapter 2 ->
Chapter 1 - Dear Billy
Do you know what would be good right about now? A goddamn beer. Instead, he was trudging through the Hawkins-not-so-Hawkins cemetery with a body that still felt stiff as a board. He must have been lying for the longest damn time to feel like some corpse…or maybe he was a corpse? Nah, he sure as fuck didn't want to think about that.
He couldn't have really been that dead; I mean, look at me! Besides, he doesn't even look like he went a few rounds with that mind fucker, not to mention the car accident before that. Ugh, my baby…He felt a twinge of sadness at the thought of his car being destroyed, and he couldn't even blame anyone for it. Besides himself…
More memories sifted through his head, the sounds of his own screams as he was dragged into that old steel mill. His nails scraped bloody on the floor on the way down. The thing infecting him, making him do whatever it damn well pleased. Taking Heather..her parents..all those people..kids even.
Red-hot anger coursed through Billy's veins at the very thought. Someone will fucking pay for this. No one tells him what to do and lives except maybe Neil. Is Max suffering through it now? He really hopes not..he would have to kill him finally.
He really couldn't tell if it was night or day here; it all looked the same besides the thunderous red clouds, and the air quality felt like you were inhaling water from a wet, dirty mop.
Billy was almost out of the cemetery when his stomach fiercely twisted. He had to find supplies soon before he died of thirst and hunger, and something tells him this place didn't have just little ol' him in it. That thing was from here; there's no telling what other ugly fucking critters came out of here.
As if on cue, loud screeching interrupted his thoughts; thousands of creatures could be seen flying up in the dark skies above the cemetery. He stopped dead in his tracks and watched them swarm the entrance he was walking to.
Well, not going that way… he turned back the way he came from at a fast walk now, wanting to avoid catching their attention when he had no weapon.
There was a weird charged energy in the air. He could feel it buzzing in his bones, nearly electrifying. Something was close, something big and powerful. It made his fingers twitch with how much charge it gave him. Almost felt like the adrenaline he gets right before a fight but much more tangible.
That's when he heard it. Not it, Maxine.
"Dear Billy, I don't even know if you can hear this."
He stopped moving. He spun in a circle, trying to pinpoint where her voice was coming from.
"Two years ago, I would've said, "that's ridiculous, impossible." But that was before I found out about alternate dimensions and monsters, so I'm just going to stop assuming that I know anything."
"MAX! MAX, I CAN HEAR YOU! WHERE ARE YOU?" he shouted, breaking out in a run.
He returned to his grave; that's where she sounded the loudest. Was she on the other side? She's not here..why can I hear her?
"Shitbird! I'm here. I can hear you!" he tried again, his voice booming into the vast area.
"So much has happened since you left. Your dad was a total mess. He and my mom started getting into fights. Bad fights. I don't think he could stand being here without you. So he left. And he didn't leave mom much. She's taken an extra job, and we moved to that lovely trailer park off Kerley."
He sucked in a breath. Of course, that fucking monster wouldn't stick around. Just leave them to fend for themselves, coward.
"He didn't care about me, Max. He didn't care about anyone. He lost control over me; that's all he cared about…" Sighing, he sat on a tombstone nearby. She can't hear me…
"Basically, ever since you left, everything's been a total disaster. And the worst part is, I can't tell anyone why you're gone. I can't tell them that you saved El's life. That you saved my life. I play that moment back in my head all the time. And sometimes, I imagine myself running to you, pulling you away. I imagine that if I had, that you would still be here. And everything would be right again. I imagine that we could've become friends—good friends, like a real brother and sister. And I know that's stupid. You hated me. I hated you. But I thought that maybe we could try again. But that's not what happened. I just stood there, and I watched."
No, no.."No Max! This wasn't your fault! It had to be done; It just had to! After everything he did, he had to.." His heart ached. Her words twisted his insides. Was this guilt? Billy hated it.
"I didn't hate you, Max! I hated myself! I hated my dad… I hated what it turned me into…no. I could never hate you!"
His blurred water covered eyes focused on his damaged, bloody hands. Friends. She wanted to be his sister…
"For a while, I tried to be happy. Normal. But I think that maybe a part of me died that day too. And I haven't told anyone this. I just can't. But I had to tell you. Before it's too late. If you can even hear this, and I really hope that you can. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Billy."
The tears were threatening to spill from his eyes. What did Max have to be sorry for? Billy was the shitty brother…"I'm sorry, Max..I'm so sorry. I'm still here; it's not too late. I want to do better." He needs to do better.
"Love, your shitty little sister, Max."
"Don't go, Max, I'm here! Im fucking her-"The wind was knocked out of him as he was thrown several yards from his grave, hitting and destroying different tombstones as he flew.
"Hmpf-" Pain erupted through Billy's body as he collided with a large tree. What the fuck was that? He slumped to the floor, struggling to stand as a force pushed him down. The taste of copper spread on his tongue—blood from a cut on his lip.
Ah, now, doesn't that feel familiar? Rolling his eyes, Billy warily sat up again, shaking away the vertigo. Well, whatever it is wants him to stay put. Too bad for it; He doesn't fucking listen very well.
Bilyy stumbled to his feet, holding on to the tree as he stood. Glancing over to the place he was launched from stood two figures. People?
"Max." The voice echoed throughout the graveyard.
"I've been waiting to hear those words, Max."
What the hell? That was him. That sounds like him, looks like him, actually.
Max, he's talking to Max. With a sharp intake of breath, Billy realized she was here too. How?
FLASHBACK
"I said, What do you want?!" Billy yelled; The other him..just staring. He doesn't understand. How is there another him? Fear struck his heart, taking refuge in his aching body.
"I want you to build." It says, eyes unyielding.
"Build what?"
"What you see." It responds. The thing was eerily still. That's not Billy. Not real.
"I don't understand.."
"Waiting so very long." Said the distorted Billy.
She looks scared, tears running down her cheeks. That's not Him… He has to get to her. It can't have her too.
"MAX! MAX, THAT'S NOT ME! IM HERE!" Billy yelled, pushing off the tree at a full sprint toward her.
Her gaze met his, eyes widening like giant saucers, glancing from his self to the fake Billy.
"But it wasn't the full truth, was it, Max?" It states, reaching for her, Stroking her cheek.
"NO, leave her the fuck alone! You can't have her!" He was shouting, trying to get both of their attention. Almost there. He picked up the pace, weaving through the piles of broken tombstones.
Max's face scrunches up in confusion; she looks from Billy to this imposter. A monster, it's that fucking mind monster.
He flings his entire body at it. With a grunt, he tackles it to the ground. He sat up to pound his fists into it, but it was unexpectedly gone—just the floor.
"What the hell…" Billy mumbled, eyes darting around, bewildered and pissed all to hell. Can't even throw a fucking punch at it; what a pussy. If it was gonna show up looking like him and talk the talk, it should walk the walk too, Jesus.
"Billy…?" Max timidly asked, her actions unsure as she stepped back.
Billy picked himself off the ground and slowly shifted to face her, warily smiling. Her stare pleading as she looked at him, for what? He doesn't know; for this to be real, maybe. God, did he want this to be real too.
"Uhh…Hey, shitbird." Billy stepped forward cautiously, not wanting to alarm her further after that fuck face tried faking into being Billy. He outstretched his arms with his palms up and waited patiently. (he knows what a notion is for him. Maybe dying put shit into perspective, okay?)
She took a lengthy pause, her eyes welling up with tears again. "Is it really you?" She questions.
Sighing, he nodded, " Yeah, it's really me… I don't know how or why I'm here, but I am. I heard what you said, Max…."
She rushed forward, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face into his chest. She was taller, not so small anymore. Fuck, how long had he been gone? Billy hesitantly draped himself around her, hugging her to him.
"It doesn't matter now. You're here—you're alive." Max murmurs, her face still pressed into his shirt, leaving wet spots from the tears escaping her eyes.
Billy shook his head and pulled her away to look at him. "Of course, it matters. None of this is your fault. Do you understand?"
"What a happy reunion for you both." A couple of feet away now, Fake Billy appears, observing them; he is covered in veins and black goo-like blood.
"But you weren't telling the full truth, were you, Max? Tell him the truth." It declares, taking a step toward them.
"You know, I think there's a part of you, Max, buried somewhere deep, that wanted him to die that day…That was maybe even relieved. Happy."
Max was taken aback; she gaped at the monster. She whipped back around. "Billy, no, that's true, please."
"I know, Max, don't listen to it. He's talking out of his ass. Besides, I was an asshole. I wouldn't blame you." Billy reasoned with her as he glared at the fake him.
It took another threatening step toward them, Its gaze never departing from Max. Uh, fuck that. Billy pushed her behind him and squared his shoulders so she wasn't visible. It had to get through him before it even dared to take her.
"Ah, but it's why you stood there, isn't it, Max? It's okay; He's here; you can admit it now."
"Stop fucking talking, your boring me to death…again. You're not taking her." Billy interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest, though it continued like he wasn't even there.
"No more lies. No more hiding."
With a twist of its hand, Billy flew off to the side into a crypt, smashing his head forcefully against the cement. Ugh, It's really got to stop doing that.
Max jumped back, startled by the sudden attack. "Billy!" She called. The thing on Max again, advancing on her as she took several steps away.
"That is why you feel such guilt."
"No!" She sobs, reeling out.
"Why you hide from your friends—"No, No"—Why you hide from the world. And why, late at night, you have sometimes wished to follow me. Follow HIM into death."
The sound of a clock chimed in the air, reverberating all around.
Billy stumbled to his feet and steered toward them. The thing was spouting bullshit, trying to get to Max. But why?
"That is why I'm here, Max." Max jerked her head, "No." She repeated over and over.
"To end your suffering, once and for all." It took one giant step, causing Max to drop off the edge of a plot, falling back onto the ground.
Suddenly, the thing no longer took the shape of Billy. It was a fugly-looking monster. Its figure remained primarily human, but the rest looked deeply intertwined with the roots and vines of this shitty place. It had no nose, and its left hand had talons for fingers.
"It is time, Max: Time for you to join me."
Billy crashed into it, slamming it to the floor again. "Run, Max!" Billy shouted as he drove his fists into its face, each punch satisfyingly snapping through the vines that make its face.
Billy's head snapped off to the side to make sure Max ran, distracted; the thing slashed its talons across his shoulder. He yelled as it used unforeseen force to propel him off, thrusting him back onto another headstone.
Hissing, he watched as the blood oozed out of the wound on his shoulder. What a bitch, that fucking hurts. He looked back up; it was gone. Fuck, another disappearing stunt. Billy trudged back up to his feet and ran in the direction Max went.
She couldn't have gone far- "Billy! Lucas! Dustin!" he could hear her screaming in the distance.
"MAX!" Billy picked up speed. She has to be here somewhere.
It's barely fighting back, hardly even acknowledging him. What the fuck does it want with Max? Something about guilt…he has plenty of that, so why is it going after her?
A wave of red fog encircled Billy; "Huh, creepy enough." He was going to take a big guess and say she went this way.
"Max!" He called out. Nothing.
This place was different, even more chaotic if possible. The skies and floors were a crimson red, much like the fog. There were pointy black structures littered about, segments of rock and material floating in the air.
This place had a charged energy; he could feel it humming through his veins again. Scarily enough, just like in the sauna…
He eyed his arms; no veins. Good, that can't happen again; he was himself. There's nothing in possession of him; he had to remind himself. Dont panic.
As he ran, the floor made a gross squishing sound. Billy made a face; Ick- that's horrendous.
"Shit!….Shit!" he could hear Max from a distance. Billy whipped around to where it was coming from.
He was breathing heavily from all this goddamn running, "God damn it, Max! Where the hell are you?" Billy hollered, eyes going to the weirdly hovering clock chiming in the air. There, he sprinted off in that direction.
He came to an abrupt stop to the sound of….music? Not just any music, shit music. Ugh, if there was going to be a battle, it couldn't at least have been Metallica or Motley Crue, Jesus.
Rolling his eyes, Billy trekked up into what he guessed was a fucked version of a house. There was a staircase to nowhere on his right, and the creature and Max were just beyond that, straight ahead.
It had her pinned up against one of the sharp black structures, vines wrapped around her body and neck, strangling her.
Voices suddenly could be heard from behind Billy. There, some portal was taking shape far out ways.
"Max, wake up!" Said one voice.
"Max, Wake up!" Said another; wait, that voice sounded all too familiar. Billy squinted, looking into the portal. His eyes grew wide.
"Harrington?.." he murmured. Of fucking course, he's involved again. As much as he wanted to be mad, he looked after Max long before Billy died…
He turned back, thinking quickly; He smashed off a piece of the railing from the staircase—finally, a weapon.
"They can't help you, Max." It proclaims, making a vine constrict tighter around her neck; she was gasping for air now.
"Nah, But I can!" Billy growled out as he jerked forward, swinging the railing at it, aiming for its abdomen.
With a noisy "Thwack," the wood shattered into a million pieces as it collided with the monster's midsection. Blindsided, it screamed out as the force of the hit had it zooming through the air, busting through rocks.
That was surprising; holy shit didn't know I was that strong.
He turned his attention to Max, The vines had eased around her neck, but she was still firmly entangled.
"Billy!" She gasped, trying to catch her breath.
"It's alright; I'll get you out," He tells her, grabbing the vines and yanking them as hard as possible. They ripped apart effortlessly in his hands, dropping to their feet.
After the last vine, she collapsed into his arms. Hauling her up to stand, Billy took her face in his hands. "You good? Are you hurt?" he frantically skimmed over her body, ensuring no injuries.
"I'm okay, Billy. I'm okay." She replied, her breath shaky as she removed her head from his grasp.
He glanced to the portal where her friends and Steve still yelled for her to wake up, and the shitty song still played in the background.
"What's with the song?" Billy asked. Max shrugged, "It's my favorite, Kate Bush." she replied defensively.
He squinted, disdain apparent on his face. "Kate..who?"
She rolled her eyes, a small smile gracing her lips; she went to speak again when the ground shook.
"MAX," the thing roared; they looked at each other wide-eyed momentarily, panic forming in Max's eyes.
"Go, Max. You need to go!" Billy pushed her toward the others.
"No, not without you! Come on, come with me, please I can't do this without you. please." She begged, reaching out for Billy to follow.
He took a shallow breath; she wanted him to go with her. Hope sparked in his chest, warming him from the inside out. She still wants him around even after all he did to her and her friends…
As he reached to take her hand, Billy was blasted back through a rotting wall. Groaning, He was fed up. God fucking damn it! What is with this fucking thing and throwing him around like a ragdoll!
"Alright, now I'm fucking pissed! Stop being a pussy and hit me like a man!-er whatever the fuck you are!" Billy hollered, dusting himself off and stomping back.
"Max-go! I'll hold it off, but you need to move your ass! Now!" Billy watched as she wavered.
"Max, You belong here with me, Max." Its voice boomed.
"No, the fuck she doesn't!-Maxine GO! It'll be okay; we'll find another way. I need you to be safe. Go!" He yelled again.
With a long look, she nodded. "Fine," she pointed at Billy, "But don't die in the meantime, or else I'm gonna have to bring you back just to kill you again!"
Billy snorted, he wanted to tell her how dumb she sounded, but the earth shook again. he glanced back at her, eyebrow raised; she took the hint. With a final nod, she rushed off toward the portal.
The gross viney monster reappeared before him like some huge ugly wizard.
"Could you at least take the shape of some hot babe or something? I'm getting real tired of looking at your face." Billy retorted, dodging as it swung at him with its giant talon.
he popped up, "You're shaped like a huge veiny dick, you know?" Billy cocked back, flinging his fist into its big ugly dick face.
"You know, actually, what I'd love? If ya turned into Harrington over there. It would be a whole lot more fun to punch you!" He expresses, laughing as his fist connects with its face again.
Objects started crashing down around Max as she ran; huge boulders and house bits fell around her.
Dodging another swing, Billy shouted, "You got it, Max!!!" She was almost there, almost out; gotta distract him a little longer.
Its talon grazed Billy's neck before he flinched back; He didn't move quick enough; he could feel the warm liquid dripping down his back.
"You know I've watched this movie before, Freddy Krueger; ever heard of him? Do you even get tv here in monster hell? Not very original if you ask me." He stated.
It went for his throat again, but he sidestepped in time.
"I'll be honest; I didn't really watch the movie either. I was too busy knuckles deep in this one girl to really be paying attention." Billy smirked; all he could really remember from that night was that she was a screamer. The whole movie theater could attest to that.
"Why do you fight? Isn't it tiring? You know this isn't you. Fighting for the innocent," It questions, "Join me, Billy."
He watched Max vault through the portal, closing it up behind her. Billy hung his head in relief; at least she was safer there with…dare he say it… Harrington. Gross, now he was relying on that big dumb head of hair to do his job.
"Hmmm," he tapped his chin, pretending to think. "Me? Tired of fighting? Never." Billy snickered, throwing a punch to its side. "And id rather be back in that coffin than join some dickhead looking asshole."
The thing grunts, "Then I have no need for you."
With a raise of its hand, It forced Billy out, flying back into the Upside Down and landing on tombstone debris. He heaved himself up, ready to dive in again, but it was gone where there was once fog, now more cemetery.
Billy sighed, looking up to the crackling red and grey skies. "Well shit, now what?"
<- Prologue
Chapter 2 ->
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"no more heroes"
They loved heroes. They loved to hear tales of triumph with crowds cheering in the background, loved the indomitable fortress of justice and truth. Love the fun sounding stuff. The lies, mostly. The embellishments, often.
The truth? Almost never.
She could have said that they vanquished the Ascian on the First, that his cruel plan had come to an end with one final, dying grasp. She could say he deserved it. Aye, that was true. Technically. But she couldn’t say what she really thought about it, about the grief he carried with him, the life he lived, the city filled to the brim with ghosts, built and rebuilt by his very hands.
Dear mom and dad,
It was stiff. It always felt stiff when she started, considering which parts to keep and which to omit, but this time she just sat there, quill hovering over parchment as all of her thoughts drew a complete blank.
“...they’ll worry…” Soft and secret. A reminder to temper herself. They would anyway, if she didn’t send another letter soon. When was the last time? The Steppe, probably. She’d sent back some fresh herbs too, with blessings from the mothers in that community, during her time as the Khatun. ‘Cousins’, her people called them, the Au Ra that were not dragons, as they were all from the same ancestors, anyway, so what use was fighting?
With difficulty, she tried again. Dear mom and dad, did you know I’m a big deal now?
No, that wasn’t…that wasn’t right. It was too impersonal. It felt like snapping back at them for all the years she’d been under their tender care, carefully gathering strength until she struck out into the world on her own.
What about something simple? Like, ‘I have a lover now’? Ugh, but her parents wouldn’t let her hear the end of it. Or worse, think she was lying! Besides, telling them about that, when her dad would read it…ew! She scribbled all over the paper in frustration and tossed it on the ground.
“Figuring out what lies to tell, eh?”
Aran’s head snapped up- though not before her shoulders shook in distress. A hiss escaped her, hackles raised. “Ugh, Stinny! Stop reading my letters!”
The dragoon did not laugh or smile as she expected him to. Instead he shrugged. “I don’t.”
Something within her roiled in discomfort. Instead of thinking of a snappy rebuttal, she turned her head, sighing as she laid it on the table. “...sorry.” Teeth clenched to nearly grind against one another, she closed her eyes in thought. The word hung there for a long while, neither of them saying any others, before Estinien crossed the threshold into the room and stood over her, as though waiting for something. With some effort, she was able to ignore him looming over her for exactly two minutes- after which her head flopped over to the other side so she could see him better, horn knocking on the wood of the table like the world’s saddest drum.
“You need not write a novel on your endeavors,” he offered. “‘I yet live’ would suffice.”
Somehow, that made her feel more sickly than before. A thousand thoughts flew into her head, each with less sense within them than the last- then her answer was the softest sigh, before a low and crackling, “No.”
He gave a half shrug, as though he’d given it his best shot and would try no more, then pulled up a chair. In the silence she found it best not to do anything but lay there, letting regret wash over her.
“I’m sorry.”
She understood Raha now. The words did little to soothe, but took the place of many more pressing matters, any deeper issues that they barely scratched the surface with. What was there to be sorry for when there were no wrongs? What wasn’t there, when the wrongs were also the rights?
“Tried.” She continued. “But can only be one thing.” Pitifully, she picked her head up, then the quill and parchment, an offering of desperation. “Write for me?”
He shook his head, the spill of white hair only making his disapproval more evident. Arms draped over the back of his chair, he took a deep breath, eyes searching the ceiling of the little cabin for a moment before then settled on her. “I would not take such a pleasure from you. ‘Tis a rare thing among the Scions.”
A low blow. She wouldn’t soon forget that he’d lost his own birth parents and brother to the Dragonsong War. To the Calamity. On the contrary, her family was relatively safe- as far as she knew. Her parents, clan, and six siblings were none the worse for wear, according to the letters Tataru had delivered to her herself. Still, it was good to remember that. To remember those loved and lost, and those who had no idea of what she’d been through.
Remember us. Remember that we lived.
She closed her eyes. Were she waiting on her eldest to send word of her travels, what would she want to hear? Eyelashes fluttering, she put quill to parchment again and began to write.
After a little while, Estinien stood from where he sat, pushing the chair back into its place at the table. On his way out he carelessly waved a hand on his departure, footsteps slow as he headed out the door. Hearing them, she lifted her head, tongue sticking out as her thoughts were stuck mid-sentence.
“Will you take it for me?” It was mostly gibberish to her, but she said it anyway. It was harder now, to just say things outright. Like ‘thank you’ or ‘you’re my family too’ or ‘I’ll make you something for this later’.
“You need not ask.” Was his response, and he left her to her thoughts.
*
Dear mom and dad,
Stinny told me to keep this letter simple. It’s hard for me. I remember when you wouldn’t let me go play with the other kids, for fear of me breaking something, ‘cuz I played too rough and I didn’t have enough strength to bear the weight of it. I get it now. I know why you did that.
Maybe you went through things like this too. Where you go through something that everyone says is heroic, or do something everyone makes speeches about and gives you medals for. But you come up empty. You don’t say anything about the way your horns burn near your face because you got poisoned, or how your knee hurts sometimes just by standing for too long now. You just kind of smile and let them cheer. They don’t know the strain and they shouldn’t. Not until they’re ready to.
I have both of my hands and feet, both my legs and arms. I have both of my eyes and horns and tail, and all of my fingers and toes. I have friends who love me and I love them, and my clothes are really nice and expensive. I have a lover now (soon my mate, if he says yes this time!) and he’s the kindest, strongest man I’ve ever met. I think you’ll both like him. He really wants to taste our traditional foods, and I think that’s a good sign. There’s this thing called Archon Loaf and it sucks. Apparently all of my friends have had it before to survive their studies at the place they're from. I tried some. I can’t believe they put that in their bodies! By Nhaama if I never taste it again, it’ll be too soon!
The twins are fine. Alphinaud (blue!) has grown up well and even protected me once on our adventures. Isn’t that crazy? Alisaie (red!) has grown into such a lady that she offered to buy me deserts at a shop she knows in Sharlayan. Thancred and Urianger are the same as always, as is Y’shtola. I think Thancred and Urianger are married? But Thancred keeps dancing around it. Whatever. That’s their business. Y’shtola tried to sacrifice herself again. I’m still angry about it, but I won’t tell her. She’s strong, but I know what kind of strong now. I’ll be around for her to lean on soon enough.
I’m sorry this is late. I’ve had a rough time, but I don’t want you to think
I yet live. Are you proud? I miss you all.
Aran ✨
#ffxiv#aran utar#estinien wyrmblood#a midpoint. just after shadowbringers#partially into endwalker#fic
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Whumptober day 17:
"You're the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest."
Collar | touch aversion | "Leave me alone."
Fandom: Steven Universe (UA)
Prompts used: vaguely all
So, yes White Diamond and the others were redeemed and stuff yada yada. She was still terrifying, and white diamond Pearl just makes sense to me. So I tried a new take on my usual headcanons.
The collar in this is based on what they use in Wheel of Time (the show I haven't read it, but know they are slightly different). It's honestly pretty similar to White's powers if you dumb it down to what I did.
So TW for torturous devices/Abuse
Not a lot of detail on this one but be safe.
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"Whoa, there's a lot of junk in here." Amethyst sidesteps a small avalanche of said junk with a raised brow.
"Don't touch anything, we don't know if any of this stuff is dangerous." Garnet adjusts her visor, eyeing the space with caution.
"What is this place anyway?" Steven examines a pile, careful not to touch but curious nonetheless, it was gem stuff after all.
"The warp malfunctioned, this could be anything from forgotten storage to a waste facility." Pearl does her best not to linger on any one item too long, ignoring the swirling feeling in her gut at the familiar objects.
"Oo! I found some jewelry! Garnet can I keep em??" The three gems turn, Steven always managing to find something fun.
Amethyst joins Steven in marveling at the small pile of shiny things, Garnet feels a niggling in her mind, a small recognition but no memory to go with it yet, she turns to Pearl to ask the once Homeworld Gem only to find her frozen. Her stare has yet to leave the pile, posture stiff and eyes wide. Garnet turns back to the pile, trying to figure out what could garner such a reaction, When Steven reaches out for something near the top, Pearl is across the room before Garnet can say anything, tackling the two smaller members of their party as the object in question rolls off the pile.
A circlet of golden material spins and totters to a stop, and Garnet still doesn't quite get it, not until a cuff bracelet at the bottom of the pile catches her notice. She'd seen that before for sure, on Diamonds and high ranking gems as well, the ones who… owned Pearls….
"Are you both alright?" Pearl examines Steven and Amethyst with frazzled movements, moving their heads this way and that.
"We're fine Pearl, what gives?"
"Are you alright Pearl?"
Garnet reaches for the circlet, wondering what about it spooked Pearl,
"Garnet, don't!" She both hears and feels the plea, a part of her warning her just as Pearl does.
Everyone is frozen for a moment, before Pearl inches closer, she pulls her spear from her gem and pokes the circlet until it's buried beneath the pile. Even with it out of sight though, Pearl remains tense, Garnet moves forward slowly,
"Maybe we should try and head back." She suggests, gesturing towards the warp pad.
Pearl seems to be on autopilot now, as she slips under Garnet's hand and towards their transportation, she's removed from the group, quiet as her eyes speak of troubles beyond their understanding. The ride back is tense.
Garnet and Amethyst find Pearl later that night, after Stevens went out with his dad, and hours after their surprise trip. She's sitting in the middle of one of her water levels, staring blankly ahead, she doesn't react to their arrival as they sit behind her on either side.
"Pearl-"
"It's alright Garnet. I… don't want to keep secrets from you guys… but so many years as a pearl… I yell at myself so often you know, those little voices in my head that make it near impossible to speak sometimes, they're the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest, and they look so familiar it hurts."
She closes her eyes, her gem glowing before a projection begins.
"That was no simple piece of jewelry." The circlet and forearm cuff spin above them, "These were tools used to… keep Pearls in line." The image shifts, a basic shape of a pearl is shown, the circlet- no a collar- wraps around the pearls neck, the figure writhes in agony, cries ringing out in the room, Pearl swallows thickly, the collar becoming a chest piece of sorts- and that's why Garnet couldn't recognize it before, she'd only ever seen the activated version, "The Pearl wears the," she clears her throat, word too hard to force past her lips, "while whoever they belong to wears the cuff."
The image shows a glowing chain of light connecting the two pieces, and how the Pearl is seemingly controlled by it.
"But we've seen what you can do Pearl, why don't pearls just kick gem butt?" Amethyst looks physically ill at the images before her.
"It'll be easier to show you I suppose." Her gem shines again and Garnet and Amethyst brace themselves as they are absorbed into the gem.
A giant holographic oyster floats before a single being. It opens in a burst of light, the pearl within projecting its form in a brilliant light show. As the light fades, the Pearl stands with her head bowed, draped in veils of white, the being she stands before bends, showing the great distance between the two, a hand- larger than pearl- reaches forward,
"Who do you serve?" A voice asks, echoing about the room with a fake sort of pleasantry.
"Do… Do I have to serve?" The small gem holds a look of innocence, freshly made and naive of the world.
The hand glows, a golden circlet appears and before the Pearl can react, it snaps around her throat. Her scream is immediate, body convulsing as waves of pain wrack her frame, it spreads to encompass her torso in ornamental gold, a thread of light reaching out for the cuff on the beings forearm.
"Who do you serve?" It's asked in the same tone.
The Pearl gasps out an answer,
"The one and only, iridescent White Diamond."
"Oh! It's a pearl!"
"You idiot, that's White Diamonds Pearl!"
"So? She's not here right now is she?"
Pearl can't stop them from grabbing the cuff, so long as she wears the collar she's unable to even think of touching it. And as she attempts to fight back, well, just the thought of that has agony ripping through her.
"Starlight. I have something for you."
Pearl walks forward, her head is bowed, arms crossed in the Diamond salute, her eyes are devoid of emotion.
"I… I already have a Pearl."
"An inexperienced one I'm afraid. Defective even. I mean really, its been what? A few hundred years? And it still can't complete its duties to you? I've trained this one personally Pink, it'll be perfect for you."
The cuff is held out for Pink to take, and after a moment, she does. White takes her leave and Pearl remains still as she awaits her first commands.
"Well… I'll have to come up with a nickname, so we don't get confused then." Pink Diamond motions to the pink Pearl who had been hidden behind the wall, her eye has a crack through it.
"Pink enjoys her times in the garden, what do you want to do until she gets back?"
"Leave me alone. You'll get in trouble." Pearl remains where Pink left her, half an eye on where the cuff resides inside her vanity, the rest of her attention on the warp.
"Get in trouble? Why?"
Pearl doesn't answer, and when the younger reaches out, Pearl flinches back, waiting for painpainpain.
"I'm… sorry." Pearl doesn't answer.
They're on the battlefield, one of their first, and Pearl is fighting with everything she has. It's strange, that a simple order from Pink allows her this freedom, but she's tense as she waits for the pain to wrack her form again.
Pearl sees Rae, outnumbers and losing, and rushes to the younger pearls side, the fight, gems poofing left and right, when she sees one coming up behind Rae. She doesn't even think, her body moves on its own- but not against her will, this is not an order or an implied one, but her own thought- the ax slices through her form with ease, and she can only hope Rae will be okay.
The gem floats, glowing light showing a formless body, shifts into a silhouette of the Pearl they remember, a few over so slight changes appear, before Pearl herself reforms. She sways, dizzy in a way she can't explain, and lighter too.
"Pearl! Are you alright?" Rae and Pink- Rose- watch her with worried eyes, and she frowns before nodding. She may not feel 100% but she can't let that affect her.
"Pearl," P- Rose, holds out a mirror, Pearl is cautious to take it, but as she finally looks at herself, she begins to understand.
Her throat is free of the collar. It's such a strange sight, in fact, one she'd never actually seen. And her once white attire has taken on COLOR, she… made her own decision. She… didn't hurt because of it.
"You're free." Rae smiles at her, throat never once adorned in gold, and Pearl couldn't tell you what she felt. She didn't think free was quite right, but she wouldn't correct the young gem either.
She looks directly at the two gems that had watched silently, everything else frozen,
"They were created by white. For wayward Pearls, and their masters. I was an example to keep them in line, I only ever saw a few others forced to bear the burden. And it is not one I wished upon anyone…"
The two gasp as they once again look at their Pearl, she looks exhausted, in a way they can't say they'd seen before. Garnet only knew Rebel Pearl, the one who was put together and fierce and loyal. And Amethyst only knew Earth Pearl.
But now… now they know Homeworld Pearl too. What she'd been through, what she'd lost. They understood her on another level, she trusted them enough to share, and they would not betray that.
#whumptober 2023#no.17#“youre the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”#lyric#collar#touch aversion#“leave me alone.”#steven universe#fic#torture device tw#abuse tw#angst#pearl angst#injuries#found family#au#Pearl was white diamonds#pink pearl is somewhere not with white but idk where#uhhhhh protective Pearl#garnet and amethyst and pearl
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Apr 14
Dear Dad,
We’re looking for work; Riley figures that we won't find temples everywhere, which we haven’t so far, so she has a point. So we need a bit of savings for when we have to stay in inns as we go on. But we also need to buy some stuff, because we’ve finally agreed as a group that we need some more things to make this place a little more bearable. And since what we thought was the best way of getting home turned out to be a bunch of con men, we will have to make actual plans of what to do and what we need.
We’re probably going to have to leave the city sooner or later. I’m pretty sure we’re all hoping for later, though. I don’t think I’ve slept this good in a while. I think I slept like the dead last night. I woke up, and my whole body was stiff. I don’t think I moved at all last night. It was amazing.
But there’s a lot of stuff that needs doing. We’ve made a list of supplies, things like weapons being at the top. We’ve basically just been surviving with the bare minimum. Still, we all agree we need something to defend ourselves with. There are a lot of places here where we can get what we need, but we did include some things like tents. With the cart, we can afford to carry around some things that are a little heavier than we can carry on our own. We also need to get some pots to cook in, I think we’re all tired of regular road rations, and we want hot food in between the stuff that we get in the inn and temples and places we’ve been crashing.
Zunair and Reese found some work. Really, Zunair’s doing what he’s gotten pretty good at: flouncing around and performing for people. He’s brought in a pretty penny like that the last few nights. He’s also come back drunk as a skunk, as Willow says. Which probably isn’t that great, but at least he’s bringing some money in and hasn’t woken up the rest of us doing so. Reese found a small-time job at an armory (I think that’s how you spell it) that didn’t care too much about the tax papers. OR maybe he lied and said he had them? I don’t know. But he says they’re willing to give him a bit of a deal on buying the stuff, so maybe it’s a good trade? Anyway, Reese made a list of the things we’ve learned how to use (sort of) that he thinks we’ll be able to get cheaply. So we’ll probably wait until it’s closer to time for us to leave town, and then he’ll get those, so we don’t have to worry about storing them.
Willow is still looking for a way home. She’s pretty sure she can’t find what we’re looking for at the temple libraries, so she went to the bard hall to look through their books. She isn’t back yet, but she’ll probably be back soon. I want to talk to her about some of the maps we have sketched out. Even if we don’t have a plan for when we’ll leave or where we’ll go, I’d feel a little better if I had a plan of where to go and where we’d meet if something went wrong. I think that’s the least I can ask for, right? It’s just a little planning on top of our other planning.
Also, I want to ask her to braid my hair before bed again. It’s too short for me to do it, and I can’t see what I’m doing, which just makes it harder to actually do anything. I hope she doesn’t mind too much.
Grace and I are looking for work so we can stay here longer. I know that the temple acolytes said we only needed to do a little work to stay here, but the least we can do is show our appreciation a little more. Also, with Zu, Will, and Reese out of the temple as much as they are, I’m pretty sure they forget that they even have tasks they’re supposed to do. So, doing something extra might help keep us from being kicked out of the temple.
I think it must be hard to lead a group at all. Riley’s really taken on the bulk of that. She’s taken charge, tried to get us out of dangerous situations, and kept us safe and fed. And all that’s gotta weigh on her, but she hasn’t faltered. But Riley wants us to go, but we don’t even know where to go, and she wants us to stay so we can go, but that’s basically what we’re doing anyway.
It’s better and worse than when we got here. At least now we kind of know what we’re doing—not a ton, but we kind of know. She still worries about us, though, because of us.
Hopefully, I’ll have a better update soon. I don’t really know how to finish this one off except that we’re okay right now. We’ve got that going for us.
Love, Jack
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It was just us. Inside that messed up room. Standing close to each other, feeling only the breath of us. He tucks me towards him. I am wearing that black chiffon textured saree, pairing with a black three fourth handed t-shirt blouse, obviously making me look sexier than ever. He is in his black casual shirt, ironed stiff, with a light blue jean. We look at our lips for some time, and we kiss. We get into that. I wrap my hands around his neck and his hands are around my waist and moving towards my neck and we are into us. Feeling us deep. That longing of being away…
Damn, wake up. Welcoming you all to another set of stories, which I want to make up into something someday. Kahani Suno about my first flight.
It was on a fine June day that I decided to runaway, because I was stuck between my family without a job and found myself falling into depression. There I found that invitation, that woke my brain. My friend had sent his sister’s wedding invitation and has been constantly reminding about it. Well, I did want to go, but I know that I can't leave. God had given me some good souls far away, who is always there for me. Let's put this girl as S. so I texted S. “hey, I am planning to come there, can we hangout for a couple of days? I actually got to attend a wedding and got plans with that.” No wonder why I call her my friend. She was ready to accept my quick decision. She planned for a peaceful Pondicherry trip as well. Well, I always wanted to visit that place when I was living at Chennai, and it did happen. so, I was ready with a fake orientation plans at Chennai, to produce in house. Obviously, my mum wasn’t happy. And I don’t wonder about that either. My dad booked tickets for me. I boarded the train, madras mail from Coimbatore. God, every single time I board I could smell that freedom I am going to experience. That space of just me and my things. So, I boarded early morning, reaching there at Chennai by around afternoon. I was planned about just that day. I knew my dad is getting back to Coimbatore that night I had enough time to decide about the next day. The wedding is suppose to be on 12th of June. So a day more. Dad picked me up. He was packing up his stuff, and had my lunch, rested, he bought me a new handbag hoping I would get that job which I applied for their sake. And which I am currently doing out of little survival interest.
He, left at night, having a peg. Me and dad together had a peg and I ordered my food in his presence. I freshened up. There was a new bathroom inside this time, which made it more comfortable. A shower. Wow. I didn’t know about the means of transport to Pathanamtitta, which is there as the third district of Kerala. Bus, no, lazy to travel and a bit conscious about people recognizing me. Train? No, when would I reach. The last option left was flight. God! I ever got into the plane. I wanted to. I had been to airports. When I was a kid of 5 or 6, I went with my family to pick my uncle, when he used to work at the West. So, as in Malayalam, rendumkalpich, I went to Makemytrip.com and booked a ticket from Chennai to Trivandrum.
Well, that was such a quick decision I took. I had no other option left. I couldn’t miss him. Not this time again. I might get married. I might get trapped. So, I decided to do this.
will be continued....
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The rooftop was quiet as usual, not even the wind was loud. Kali went up the ladder and eventually reached the top of the local market, a sigh escaped her lips and she walked over to a corner of the roof where she sat down and took out her bag. Inside, there was jewelry that didn’t belong to her, she was glad the one she swiped hadn't noticed, but he seemed fine without his third watch dangling from his wrist. The necklaces and rings were similar and she felt this was a good enough haul to get some decent cash from the pawn shop.
Right as she was about to put it up, she heard a scrape and looked up instantly. In front of her was a young man who stood stiff when her eyes landed on him. She tucked away the stolen goods and spoke.
“Why are you up here?”
The boy relaxed. “Can I ask you the same?”
“No.” Kali then got up. “If you’re not gonna answer me, then I’ll just go.”
“Wait a second!” He got in front of her, blocking her way to the ladder. “At least let me introduce myself. I’m Leios.”
Kali let out a sigh and begrudgingly spoke her name. “Kali…”
“Ah, very pretty name, does it mean something?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“Alright, fair enough.” Leios stopped talking after that, but his eyes kept going to her bag and eventually Kali huffed.
“What are you staring at?”
Leios pointed at her back. “That stuff you had… Did you steal it?”
Kali’s eyes went wide, but she shut them and looked off. “No, I didn’t. My mom wanted me to get her old jewelry back from my sister who lives across town.”
“Your sister couldn’t have visited to give it back?”
“She’s forgetful… she’s busy anyways.”
“Busy with what? Who’s too busy to visit their family?”
Kali looked at him with venom in her eyes. “A pregnant teenager, that’s who. She fucking ran away from home thinking we wanted nothing to do with her and we only found out recently that she got a place to live with her kid. Now get out of the way before I push you off!” Kali threatened and nearly started to push him.
Leios smiled at her and stood his ground. “I wouldn’t be up here for no reason—I’m not some mad man—no, I’m up here because I know you stole that stuff.”
“Oh really? So you’re accusing me of a crime you have no proof I committed?”
“No, I have proof.” Leios touched his chin, gazing downward. “You steal a lot in this area and my dad has been getting complaints of a thief. Knowing this would be good for me, I decided to take the lead in the investigation. Little did I know I’d find you so quickly.” His eyes opened and he looked at Kali. “I had a friend of mine frequent this area for a little bit and I watched him every time he went through here and guess what?” Leios pointed at her. “You’re the only little rat to have encountered him when his gold and emerald ring went missing.”
Kali stared at him. Her grip tightened and she started to eat the inside of her mouth as she stared.
“You can’t prove I have it.” She managed to keep her voice from shaking. “You can’t even search my house because you have nothing on me except some coincidence.”
Leios smiled at her. “That’s true. You’re a smart rat; which is why I took the liberty of following you around more and I kept track of everyone you encountered and spoke to them only to find something of value was missing. That at least warrants some questions. So let me ask you, do you have an alibi for these occurrences?”
Kali kept her mouth shut and at her silence Leios sighed. Kali could tell he wanted her to simply confess, but she wouldn’t crack that easily. She couldn’t tell how old he was, but he seemed to be around her age which made it easier to just wait things out and see how they went.
“Come on, you’re not giving me much here.” Kali still said nothing. “You know, you’re a very pretty girl, it doesn’t suit you to lie.”
Kali’s eyes narrowed. “Pretty girls don’t lie?” She scoffed.
“I’m serious! A girl like you—and especially your age—shouldn’t be doing things like this. Just make an honest living, okay?”
Kali felt her initial anxiety fading. Her grip loosened and she relaxed. “You’re telling me this, but I don’t even know why I’m worried at all. You’re a kid yourself and it makes no sense that you can even arrest me even if I did something wrong.”
Leios looked off at her words, she felt like it was true then. He probably couldn’t arrest her and was just trying to get her to admit to something.
“Also, if I’m so pretty, then why are you keeping me here? Shouldn’t I be treated with some respect as a ‘pretty girl’?” She couldn’t help the laugh that followed those words.
Leios’ gaze snapped back and all he could see was Kali’s smirk. He stared at her for longer than he needed and he shrunk under her presence.
“Then…” Leios thought for a moment, “Who’s your sister? I’ll need to confirm your story here?”
Kali slightly rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. “I’m not telling you her name. My sister is an eighteen year old mom with a kid who’s one and half right now and the ‘police’ showing up to her place isn’t gonna ease her load.” Kali then went to walk past him and Leios made no effort to obstruct her. “If you want though, you could buy some flowers from my mom’s flower stand, you know, that’ll help me make the honest living you were talking about.”
Kali, with a small smirk, started to descend down the stairs. Leios remained on the roof a while longer and he sighed before sitting down.
“That was a bust huh?”
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I got my two kirishima wigs, Lets go to the next level~! Hairline and styling spikes💪😤🤔🤔🤔 but thats tomorrows problem. ✋😏✋
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Soaring Hearts
Hawks/Keigo Tamaki x Reader Fluff Lemon
Authors Notes:
Thank y’all so much for all the support!! I’m so glad you enjoyed the story and like I said, here’s part Two!! I hope y’all enjoy!!
It’s been almost a month since your “encounter” with the Number Two Hero. You’ve been catching up with your family, seeing the sights, and wondering about your meet up with Hawks. Of course, you haven’t told anyone about meeting Hawks and the events that followed. However, there’s always the unexpected…
Part Two:
CHANCE ENCOUNTERS
“ Come on, y/n! You gotta check out this place next!” Your cousin, Fuyumi, waved you over to yet another sweets shop.
It was a nice day today and Fuyumi had the day off, so she decided to take your sight seeing/shopping. The district was actually really cool and had a variety of different shops, but you really didn’t have much money to spend. Since your dad ditched you, things have always been tight. If your uncle, the number one Hero, had not paid for your trip, you wouldn’t have been able to visit. However, you’d never tell your family about your financial situation.
“Oooohhh!! They have that awesome cake and milk tea!! Let’s get some!” Fuyumi grabs your hand and starts to drag you into the shop.
“Umm, Fuyumi, maybe we should slow down?” You really couldn’t afford it, but didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
“Oh no worries! Dad’s covering everything today! He insisted!” She beamed.
“Uuuuhhh…” You were at a lost for words.
You just decided to go along with it and allowed yourself to be dragged along. Despite your uncle’s attitude, he was actually a really kind person. You remember your mom calling him a monster and saying he was evil, but you just didn’t see that.
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You and Fuyumi were sitting at a table with a neon rainbow checkerboard tablecloth and a pink vase with white daisies inside. The place was really nice for being a sweets shop. It was cutesy kind of place with different kinds of teas and sweets and the atmosphere was relaxing. You just went with whatever Fuyumi ordered. She seemed to be really happy and enjoying hanging around you. To be honest, you were really having tons of fun and you were really happy you came to Japan.
Even your encounter with Hawks.
Even if it was just a fling and as much as it made your heart ache to want to see him again, you knew your best chance was on a screen versus in person. You didn’t regret spending the night with him, but you felt bad for how it ended.
~~~ FLASHBACK ~~~
It was either really late at night or very early in the morning when you had woken up. It was really dark and you were tempted to slip back into the lull of sleep. However, you had to pee really bad. Your body felt stiff and heavy. Nature calling, you rub your thighs together, feeling a sharp pain shoot between your legs, and a stickiness there.
‘Huh? Too early for my period.’
You try to shift to get up, but something was wrapped around your waist. It didn’t feel like your covers. It was warmer and heavier. As your brain slowly started to wake up, you realized the thing around your waist was connected to something heavy pressed against your back. You try to wiggle a little bit and whatever was around your waist tighten.
You felt a lump in your throat and carefully turned your head. Holding your waist was Japan’s number two pro hero! His gold locks even messier then normal and he looked absolutely breath taking asleep. You very carefully slide away from Hawks without disturbing him, gather your scattered clothing, and tippy toe into the bathroom.
After a few minutes, you emerge from the bathroom, fully clothed. You glance over at Hawks sleeping form, feeling regret for leaving like this bubbling inside you. However, you weren’t going to put yourself through that. Even though what you two had shared was amazing, you weren’t going to kid yourself into thinking that there was anything there. You wiped a few tears from your eyes and quietly left his apartment.
~~~ End F/B ~~~
“Y/n? Hey, y/n, you there?” Fuyumi is waving a hand in front of your face.
“Oh! Oh I’m sorry!” You laughed. “I guess I was spacing out.”
A waitress comes over to your table, setting down your orders and leaves with a bow. The tea smelled amazing and the cake super delicious!
“I’m sorry, Fuyumi, what were you saying?” You take a sip of the yummy tea.
She takes a bite of the cake and swallowed it, “I was saying that there’s this big charity party that dad wants us all to attend tonight and was asking you if you had a dress you could wear?!”
You choke a bit on your cake, “What?! No! Noooo! I don’t have anything to wear that fancy! I really don’t need to go, I mean I’m just his niece!”
Fuyumi makes a slight pouty face, “But you are family! It’s for the family’s of that Camino incident, so it’s for a good cause! Dad even said we could go pick out new dresses!”
You feel really uneasy about that,” That’s not necessary! Really!”
Fuyumi just smiled at you, “Really! Don’t worry about it!”
Even though you were still getting to know Fuyumi, you knew her well enough to know there was no point to arguing with her once her mind was set. You just take a bite of your cake as she beams knowing she won.
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After the sweets shop, you were dragged to a few clothing stores. Fuyumi found a few dresses she liked/bought, the one she finally chose for the evening was a navy blue tie back dress that had silver glitter at the hem slowly decreasing almost non existent to the waist, almost like a starburst effect. It looked amazing on her. In fact, a lot of stuff did.
You found a few things you looked for everyday wear and lingerie, which she bought you despite your protests, but nothing you felt confident in or really suited you. Finally, Fuyumi dragged you into this one store with all kinds of clothing. That’s when it caught your eye. It was an off the shoulder dress with loop sleeves, form fitting torso with lace up front. There was a satin bow at the waist, the bow resting on your hip. The skirt flared out into two layers, the top layer was sheer parted down the middle with tiny little diamonds (not real) that ruffled at the edges. The second layer was a satin material with the same diamond accents that came down to your ankles. It was your favorite color and the price wasn’t bad at all!
“Oh wow, y/n! That’s perfect! You should try it on!” Fuyumi beamed as she snatched the dress and pushed it and you towards the dressing room. A few minutes later, you came out with it on. It fit you perfectly and you couldn’t hardly believe it was you in the mirror.
“Y/n! You look beautiful!” Your cousin smiled at you, causing you to blush a little.
‘My little sparrow is so beautiful.’
You remember the last time someone called you “beautiful” and remembering that night made you turn bright red.
~~~ Later that night ~~~
Just as you thought, it was an extremely classy affair. There were ton of big time heroes there as well as a lot of influential names. You didn’t know everyone, but Fuyumi had no problem filling you in. She looked so pretty in her dress. Natsuo and Shoto of course didn’t show up. Fuyumi was squealing about all the hot and available guys at the party.
“Oh there’s dad!” Fuyumi grabs your arm and drags you over to where your uncle was.
He, of course being number one, was surrounded by a bunch of people. He looked really annoyed, but put on a front. Occasionally, shaking a hand. Once he saw Fuyumi and you heading his way, he excused himself and to meet you halfway.
“Hey, Dad! This things really great isn’t it?” Fuyumi smiles, as always, trying to be the sweet daughter.
“Fuyumi. Y/N. You’re both looking very nice this evening.” He gave a tiniest, quickest smile.
Fuyumi beamed at the compliment and gave even a little twirl. A waiter came by and offered you three a colorful drink in a tall glass with a cherry on top. Endeavor declined, but you two each took one and thanked him.
“Um, Uncle, thank you very much for the dress,” You bowed, careful not to spill your drink.
“Hey there, Number one! You sure are popular!” A familiar voice rang, making your heart stop.
You lift your head up, to see none other than Hawks standing next to your uncle, with his hand on his shoulder with his usual grin on his face. He, like the other pro heroes there, was wearing his typical attire.
“Ugh, Hawks, let me introduce you to my daughter, Fuyumi, and my niece visiting abroad, Y/N,” Endeavor holds a hand out gesturing your way causing your heart to stop.
‘Don’t be dumb, Y/N! It was a one night stand! He probably doesn’t even remember you!’
Hawks smiles at Fuyumi warmly, gently taking her hand, but there’s a split second of surprise and recognition when his eyes turn towards you. Your breath catches in your throat as he smiles, takes your hand into his, and brings it to his lips. You feel your face turn bright red.
“Nice you meet you, Y/n,” He says with a subtle hint of sarcasm. He was acting like you’d just met, but he definitely recognized you.
“Oh my God! Is that the number one and number two pro heroes together!” Someone yelled from the crowd.
Fuyumi grabbed your hand and hurried away so you two weren’t caught in the poparatzi fire. You glanced back at Hawks, who was still looking at you as you were being led away. The crowd of reporters encircled the two heroes.
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After the craziness with the reporters, you’d lost sight of Hawks. You’d spent the rest of the evening being dragged around by your cousin, talking, eating, and drinking. It was actually lots of fun. You got to meet a lot of new people and eat a lot of delicious food.
A little tipsy, needing some air, you excused yourself from your cousin who honestly was too engrossed in talking to this guy to notice you leave. You found a quiet place in the outside garden. The cool air felt nice on your hot skin and the scent of the flowers around you was relaxing. You sat on a bench by a fountain, closed your eyes, and took a few deep breaths. As you started to cool down, the breeze was starting to make you shiver a little.
Suddenly something soft and warm is placed on your shoulders. Your eyes shoot open and you see Hawks standing there with a gentle smile on his face, he’d placed his jacket over you. Seeing him so close to you, made your heart race and you felt a ping of guilt.
“Little Sparrow a bit chilly?” He reaches and brushes a stray hair from your burning face.
Hearing him say that nickname, flustered you because images of that night came flooding back. You felt the familiar spark of desire start from just that little touch. The memory of how those hands felt touching you made you shiver slightly.
“I, um, I…” You stutter out.
He tilts his head slightly, “hmmm?”
You bow low, “I’m so sorry! About leaving like that I mean!”
Embarrassed you ramble on, “It’s just, um, I’ve never done that type of thing. Not saying I regret what happened, but…I didn’t know what to expect afterwards and panicked and…I’m so sorry I left and didn’t say anything…”
You’re afraid to look up, but a gentle hand on your chin, turned your gaze upwards to meet his. Those wonderful lips of his gently covering your own. At first it starts slow, but then gradually becomes more passionate. One hand wraps around your waist as the other cups the back of your neck, keeping you in place. His tongue sweeps over your lips and you grant him access to your mouth without hesitation. All the desire from that night reawakening as that kiss makes you melt.
When your lips finally part, both his hands cup your cheeks bringing your face forward so your forehead was resting against his. Your noses almost touching, both your eyes shut, and you both a panting for breath. Just from that kiss, you could tell that you probably were already soaked down there. Your eyes locked when you opened them. Desire burning so brightly behind his gold orbs.
You looked so beautiful to him right now. The dress you were wearing was absolutely amazing on you, your lips were red and swollen from his assault, and your cheeks were flushed. That morning, he felt sad that you had left and he hadn’t gotten your name or info. That night has been fantastic and he didn’t know what it was about you, but he just felt so drawn to you. Sure, he’d had experience with women and had some fun in his younger years. Despite the rumors about him, he didn’t go around jumping from woman to woman. That was way too risky for one, but shallow one night stands weren’t his thing.
“Y/N,” He breathed before kissing you again. His hands starting the explore your body over your dress.
“H…Hawks!” You gasp as his lips start placing kisses down your neck. Hearing your name from his lips completely overwhelmed you with need.
His arms lift you up bridal style and he flies up high onto a balcony. The door’s unlocked and Hawks carries you into the dark room. It looked like someone’s office, there were shelves with all kinds of books, a couple of couches by a fireplace, and a large wooden desk.
Hawks carries you over and gently lays you down on one of the couches, his jacket acting like a pillow, and leans over you. His lips once again taking yours captive. He uses one arm to support his weight above you as the other slides up your leg bunching the skirt of your dress higher and higher. You gasp against his mouth when you feel his fingers press against the damp cloth between your legs.
“Oh!” You toss your head back as his fingers slowly start to circle the wetness there.
“I see my lovely sparrow is still so sensitive,” he murmurs as he kisses your shoulder, his fingers dipping beyond your soaked panties.
“Keigo!” You cry out and you feel Hawks shutter above you, feeling how wet you already were for him and already crying his name.
He couldn’t handle it anymore. He gets up off of you, you hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone and the sound of rustling clothing. You give a surprise squeal as you feel your panties being pulled off you. Hawks pushes your skirt all the way up to your waist and settles himself between your legs. Before you can say anything, he sheaths himself into you with one thrust. You can feel him fill every part of you, once again stretching you.
“Ahhh!” Your body shudders as you cum just from the sensation of him utterly filling you.
“Did my sparrow just cum from me just putting it inside?” He says with a cocky tone as he starts to move, “You really are made for me! Fuck! You feel so good!”
You dig your nails into his clothed back as your rocked into ecstasy. You look up at Hawks; his face twisted with pleasure and his beautiful red wings completely spread out above the two of you. Your tangle your fingers in his blond hair and bring his lips crashing down onto yours.
The sounds of moans and slapping skin fill the room.
“You’re so hot and wet! It’s like heaven inside you!” He breaths, never halting his thrusts, “God Sparrow, you’re taking me so wonderfully. You’re just the perfect fit!”
You start to feel that wonderful familiar knot start to build again. Hawks thrusts start getting a little rougher and deeper. A film of sweat covering both your bodies. His length hitting the entrance of your womb over and over again. The pleasure is just as intense as before that you feel your mind slipping away.
“Keigo! I’m gonna…oh God! I’m gonna!” You sob out, feeling yourself about to tumble down that peak any moment.
Hawks grabs your hips in his hands and pounds into you mercilessly. He burned the vision of you in his mind. Your h/c spilled all over as your head thrashes about, you withering underneath him with absolute bliss plastered on your face, and those lovely lips of yours swollen, parted, quivering as you start to reach your peak. That lovely dress of yours bunched at your hips giving him a wonderful view of himself being swallowed by your lovely pussy.
“Y/n, cum for me! That’s it! Cum for me sparrow!” He urges, pushing his hips against that spot a few times, his cock hitting your cervix, before you finally tumble over.
“KEIGO!” You scream, tossing your head back as your orgasm hits you. You cling to the couch as it washes you over. He holds his grip on your hips as he pounds you.
Hawks loses it when he feels you clamp down onto him, cumming around his cock. Your hot fluids gushing all over him. A few sloppy thrusts later, he’s calling out your name as he fills you to the brim. Another climax hits you as feel his dick twitching and filling you. You both lay there, panting afterwards.
You both hold each other on the couch, bodies still connected. Hawks still breathless, placing occasional kisses on your shoulder. He didn’t want to leave your warmth yet. After a few more minutes of holding you, mumbling soothing words, Hawks slips from your depths. He watches as your combined fluids seep from your opening slightly and catches your soft whimper once he left you.
Hawks sits up and gathers you in his lap, holding you to his chest. You smelt amazing. Like a sweet dessert. Your h/c was soft and your skin as well. It felt so nice holding you like this. You laid your head on his chest and gave into him holding you. His fingers gently stroking your hair. You didn’t want to be parted from him yet. You wished time would freeze and you two could stay like this. He smelt like rain. His warmth radiating from his body into yours. You feel a bit of sleepiness come over you.
“We should go before someone comes in and we get in trouble for staining their expensive couch,” Hawks whispers in your ear, bringing a bright red blush to your face.
You get up on your unsteady legs and straighten yourself up. You look around, a bit panicked, for your panties that you’d been wearing, but couldn’t see where Hawks had tossed them too. Your face turned bright red thinking how horrifying it would be if someone found them.
“Looking for something?” Hawks smiles at you, holding the bunched up lace garment in his hand.
“H…hey!” You feel your face burn even hotter. “Give those back!”
You go to try to snatch your panties from his hand, but of course he’s too fast for you and easily dodges. You go to try and grab them again, but this time he catches your wrist, pulling your body against his.
He smiles down at you, giving you a playful wink,”Consider these my hostage so you don’t go disappearing on me again.”
You make a pouty face at him and playfully punch him in the chest. He simply laughs it off.
His lips brush yours as he stuffs the material into his jacket pocket and lifts you up again. He effortlessly leaps down the balcony, safely with you to the ground. He gently sets you down on your feet. You feel his hand cover yours then sliding something between your fingers. It was his card, but at the bottom was a hand written phone number. You look up at him again and he reaches to brush a hair from your face. You looked absolutely adorable at that moment, looking up at him with big, questioning eyes.
“I don’t usually give out my personal number, but I’m willing to make an exception for you my sparrow,” He grins, ” However, now that I know you’re related to the big guy, I can easily hunt you down too.”
You give him a look and mumble under your breath, “You can try.”
He’s taken aback for a moment, then bursts into laughter. You were just too cute. He couldn’t help himself, wraps an arm around your waist, and kisses you deeply before he finally steps away from you.
He flaps his wings and takes off a few feet into the air. Small red feathers raining down all around you.
“Until I see ya around, Y/N!” He grins before taking off into the air. Leaving you looking up at the night sky as he disappears.
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So that’s it for part two!! Thank y’all so much and I’ll be working on part three soon. :D
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Give her the life I never had; Harry Potter x child reader
*Author’s note*
So this came from my Wattpad requests and this is my first Harry potter (character not fandom) fic that I have written so I hope I didn’t mess this up for any hardcore Potterheads out there. So this takes place during the Battle at Hogwarts so expect some death and violence involved, other than that not really much anything really. I know it’s been awhile since my last update but I hope to pick up the pace and post up some more stuff and then HOPEFULLY open up requests here since I know you all have been waiting patiently for that.
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It was finally over. All of it. Voldemort was now dead, the Death eaters defeated, and now the Elder wand was destroyed and lost to the sea. I looked towards the ruins of Hogwarts knowing that the stone and walls can be rebuilt, some of our friends would be able to heal their physical wounds, however some mental wounds won’t.
The Weasleys they’ll always have to live with Fred’s death for the rest of their life and grieve over the fact he’ll never come back, especially George. I had seen just how close their brotherly bond was, even when they had nothing they had each other, now George was gonna have to make do on his own, if he could.
And Hermione, while she doesn’t want us to know I had a feeling at what she had done to protect her muggle parents, thankfully with her and Ron seeming to repair their growing relationship, I know the Weasley’s will welcomingly be the family she needs now more than ever.
As I walked along the school grounds that’s when I came across (Y/n) getting looked over by one of the healers. When she looked towards me, she gently smiled and I smiled softly back at her thinking back on how I found her in all this chaos.
The battle was pure hell. Spells and curses being blasted, bodies dropping like flies, and rubble from the school walls crumbling down as repercussions from the spells firing out.
I had pushed back a Death Eater with an Stupefy spell which sent him flying all the way across the Great Hall. Another death eater soon came right at me but I quickly disposed of his wand first before giving him the paralyzing spell.
That’s when I heard it. The sound of a young girl crying. I quickly ran around the corridor and saw just down the stairs where I once found the Mirror of Erised, a young girl around maybe her 1-2nd year hovering over an older girl who looked almost like her but had longer hair. The young girl with shorter hair was weeping hysterically as she kept crying.
“Liz? Lizzie. Get up sis. Oh please get up.” From the pale skin and the soulless eyes that Lizzie had, I knew immediately she had been hit with the Killing curse. Cautiously I walked over to her and said.
“Are you alright?” the young girl looked up at me and she sniffled.
“Yes. But my sister she—she won’t wake up yet her eyes are open.” Knowing how I hadn’t learned of the 3 unforgiving curses until my 4th year at Hogwarts, she must’ve not known what exactly happened to her sister.
“What’s your name?”
“(Y/n). (Y/n) (l/n).”
“Well (Y/n), I…….I’m afraid to tell you this but……..your sister’s—she’s dead.”
“What? No but….if she were dead her eyes would be shut, the spell that hit her just made her collapse. Like the paralysis spell.”
“But it wasn’t a blue light that hit her, was it?” she looked back down at her sister and touched her cheek. “I’m afraid it was the most dangerous of all unforgiving curses. The Killing Curse.” She sniffled and hugged her sister’s corpse and choked out.
“But—she was…..she’s all I have left!” I looked around and two more Death eaters spotted us.
“Get behind me.” I urged (Y/n). Without question she got behind me and I held out my wand and as they charged toward us I called out, “Stupefy!” which sent one Death eater flying backwards but then I felt a shock to my hand which sent my wand flying towards the second Death eater’s hand. She sneered at me but then a voice exclaimed.
“Petrificus Totalus!” the female Death eater soon went stiff and fell to the ground. I turned and saw that it was (Y/n) who had casted the curse. I ran over and took my wand back from the witch and told her.
“Come on. We can’t stay here.” She took one last look at her sister. I knew she was hesitant to leave her but if she remained here, she’d be a sitting duck. “Your sister would want you safe (Y/n).” she turned to me and nodded before taking my hand and we raced out of the hallway.
Together the two of us worked together to fend off the oncoming Death Eaters, but one Death eater used an Inferno spell which burnt (Y/n)’s arm pretty bad. I shielded her from the next oncoming Inferno attack but the heat of the flames was almost too strong for me to hold back. That’s when a wave of water came and extinguished the flames and the Death Eater was flown backwards till his back hit a column and he collapsed dead.
We turned and there stood Professor McGonagall.
“Professor.”
“Harry, Ms. (L/n) are you both alright?”
“I am, (Y/n) however got burnt on her arm.” She walked up to us and she examined (Y/n)’s arm. She let out a painful hiss and the Professor said.
“I’ll take care of her from here Potter.”
“Thank you Professor.” Just as I was about to leave, I felt a hand grab the sleeve of my shirt and I saw that it was (Y/n).
“Thank you, Harry Potter.” I smiled down at her and nodded to her. She released my sleeve and I ran off to finally end this once and for all.
I walked over to her just as the healer cleared her off and moved onto the next student that needed medical treatment. I sat down beside her and asked her.
“How are you doing (Y/n)?”
“Shaky but—alive.” She softly scoffed. “But at what cost? My sister’s dead. She was the only family I had left. Now the ministry will probably put me in the Magic for Orphans facility, and with me almost being a teenager, no one will want me.”
I was probably the only one who knew what she must be going through. Even though we were orphaned in different circumstances, we still lost our loved ones to Voldemort. Now I must be crazy because I had no clear idea of what to do next but what I did know was that I couldn’t leave (Y/n) alone anymore.
“What if—” I started off by saying. “What if you…had someone to look after you?”
“But, but Harry I—I have no other living relatives. It’s always just been me and my sister since our parents died three years ago at the Quidditch world cup.”
“I know, but what if there was someone who wanted to help you out. Give you a home so that you wouldn’t have to suffer any potential abuse or neglect.”
“And just who would that person be?” I sighed softly before telling her.
“You’re looking at him.” Her eyes softly widened before she let out a soft gasp.
“But-but why? I mean no offense Harry but…..why would you want to help me out?”
“Let’s just say, from one orphan to another I know how lonely it can be. I had no clue about the magic world till I was just your age, and though I may not know how the Ministry of Magic deals with orphaned wizards, I do know a thing or two about living in terrible conditions. I lived practically my whole childhood in a tiny hall closet in my aunt and uncle’s place. And I wouldn’t want you to potentially go through that type of abuse in a stranger’s home.”
(Y/n) was silent for a moment, taking in what I just said. Weighing out her options before thinking about what answer she would give me.
“If not I’ll understand, I’ll check in whenever I can. But just know you won’t go through the rest of your life alone.” She looked up at me. Her eyes that were once filled with tears, but now filled with courage and strength as she said.
“If it won’t be too much trouble with you, I’ll go with you.” I softly smiled at her and told her taking notice of her robes.
“Spoken like a true Gryffindor.”
After that, the Weasley family, Hermione, myself and (Y/n) returned to the Weasley’s old home the Burrow and decided to rebuild it, a symbol as a fresh start to all our lives after this whole war.
We also had a memorial service for both Fred and (Y/n)’s older sister, each of us speaking for both Fred and (Y/n)’s sister before finally burying them and summoning a beautiful garden around them of their favorite flowers and plants.
As the sun was starting to set I saw (Y/n) still standing over her sister’s grave. I walked out to her and said.
“Mrs. Weasley’s prepared supper for all of us. She says you best come in before it’s all gone.” (Y/n) remained silent. I softly sighed and without another word I just stood there beside her. She may not want to talk, but she should at least know that someone was there when she was ready.
“I—never thought I’d have to face this world without her. Even through our fights, especially after mom and dad died, she was always there for me. She especially liked to tease me about my crush on Joey Matarazzo, saying we’d get married one day and have kids of our own. Now she won’t ever see me grow up, or achieve any dreams I’ll have for the future.”
“Let me tell you something my Godfather once told me. He told me that the ones that love us never really leave us. And we can always find them, in here.” I pointed to her heart.
She looked up at me and finally for the first time I saw a true, genuine smile. She came closer to me and wrapped an arm around my waist and rested her head against my ribs. I wrapped an arm around her and we stood there for a few more minutes before walking back inside the Burrow to join the Weasley’s for dinner.
*FF 19 years later.*
It was like any other year, but this time it was my second son’s first time doing this. I could already see from the look on his face that he looked anxious about his first year going as we came up to platform 9¾.
“Together.” I assured him as we took hold of his cart and we both ran straight through the brick wall and found ourselves right by the Hogwarts Express. As we walked closer to the train, we soon found Ron and Hermione with their kids, I spotted Draco and his wife and son bidding their goodbyes. He and I looked at each other, neither of us speaking a word but he gave me a point nod, and I nodded back to him.
“I was beginning to think I’d have to write my own brothers up for detention already.” A female voice soon spoke up and coming right towards us was (Y/n), all grown up and in her Professor robes.
Since the battle she continued on her Hogwarts education and excelled in both Magical creature knowledge and potions making. By the time she was in her 4th year at Hogwarts, Ginny and I had agreed to legally adopt her as our own child and she was beyond thrilled at the news. After graduating, she worked with me at the Ministry of Magic to focus on potion brewery before enrolling to be the next Potions Professor and this would be her second year teaching that class.
I’m told she’s kind but firm when it comes to students goofing off in that class, but she is always there to make sure no student messes up a potion and causes injuries either to themselves or others.
“Not in the slight.” I assured her.
“Good. I would hate to have to write them up to Headmaster McGonagall.” She told me. She looked down at her brothers and asked them, “So boys, you ready?”
“Oh yeah!” exclaimed James while Albus was more reserved and didn’t really say anything. Instead he walked away and sat down with his arms hugging his legs close to him. (Y/n) and I looked at each other and I told her to get James onto the train as well as herself while I talked to James. She nodded and guided James as well as his things over to the train while I walked over to Albus and knelt down beside him.
“Dad,” he spoke. “What if I am put in Slytherin?”
“Albus Severus Potter. You were named after two Headmasters of Hogwarts. And one of them was a Slytherin. And he was the bravest man I had ever known. But if it means to you, you can choose Gryffindor. The sorting hat does take that into consideration.”
“Really?” I nodded. “But how would you feel? If I was sorted into Slytherin?”
“Then Slytherin will have gained the best wizard they could ask for.” He smiled and embraced me and I hugged him back. “Now come on, off you go.” We then walked towards the train and Albus got himself situated inside with his brother and Ron and Hermione’s kids, and riding alongside them to keep an eye on them to Hogwarts was (Y/n).
As I stood by my friends and we watched the train leave the station, waving goodbye to our kids I couldn’t help but feel like we had done it. The war ended almost 2 decades ago and now our children can learn magic in a better world, a world without Death Eaters, a world without darkness and death, a world without a Dark Lord.
A peaceful time in our world.
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Stockholm Syndrome
Rafe Cameron x fem!Reader
a/n: first writing ever!!! Go easy on me. Season two has me in a chokehold rn, so I thought it was only right to write something for my favorite psychopath.
warnings: angst??? Choking, manipulation. Nothing else I don’t think.
Rafe’s POV:
I slowly made my way down the hall, keeping my ears keen to make sure I could hear where she was. Heavy, shaky breaths came from the guest bathroom, I let my feet follow them. I could see the silhouette of her body through the cracks of the bathroom door frame. She had her hands placed in the bathroom counter, letting her neck hang as she stared into the sink, thinking all the possible thoughts she could be. I mean, what are you supposed to do when you find out your boyfriend might be a murderer?
I wish my father was better about keeping things on the down low. Wheezie and Y/N both have ears like a bat. They found out while going for a late night whatever they were doing when Y/N was sleeping over last night. I loved that she did that kind of stuff. Go to know my family, slept over whenever I need it, constantly hung out with my little sister and she even got on my dads good side. I’m not ready to let any of that go, I’ve got to do everything in my power to convince her the opposite of what she heard last night.
“Y/N?” I question softly behind the door, putting my hand on the handle, pushing my way in.
I don’t get a reply. Just a sniff of her nose in response. I hope she’s not crying. I don’t do well when she cries. I take a few more steps toward her and place my hands in either side of her arms, careful not to startle her. I rub the goosebumps that are beginning to form and land my hands on her shoulder. I begin to rub her gently before I start speaking.
“Need to talk to you, darling.” I coo behind her.
“About what?” She questions. That’s the first time I’ve heard her voice all night. She’s spent most of the day avoiding me after hearing my dad.
“You know what.” I answer, trying to keep my voice cool rather than stern.
“It’s not true. Let’s start there. You’re tense baby, you need to calm down.” I switch subject rather fast, feeling how stuff her muscles were underneath my fingers.
“Of course, I’m tense, Rafe. It’s been a weird fucking day.” She curses at me, ignoring my request to talk about it.
I sigh, knowing it’s gonna take me awhile to get it out of her. I know Y/N well enough to know that all I need to get the truth out of her is to feel it out. Literally.
Y/N’s POV:
I couldn’t make up my mind. I heard it clear as day.
“I just wish Rafe could control himself. We’ve got so much heat on us because he let his temper go and now Peterkin is dead.” I heard Ward tell Rose from outside his office. My hand shot up to cover my mouth as I walked away as fast as I could.
“I know it’s been a weird day, but you have to hear me out. And trust me.” He pushes my shoulder blades again, starting to massage the tenseness out of my body. His hands are something I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of. The feeling of them simply makes me melt. I let a sigh fall from my lips quietly, not wanting him to know I’m giving in so easily.
“I know what I heard Rafe. That’s not something you just mishear. When we’re you gonna tell me?” I question him, finally lifting my head to make eye contact with him in the mirror.
He takes another step toward, closing the gap between us. I can feel the stiffness of his chest as it rises and falls. His eyebrows draw together in confusion. One of his hands makes its way to spread across my chest, then rises up to get a grip on my neck, turning it almost harshly so that I was forced to look him in the eye.
“You really think I would do something like that?” He scans my face for a clue of what’s going on in my brain. To be honest, being this close to Rafe kind of shuts down every other thought I have going in. Especially being held like this. I sigh as I lean my cheek further into his palm, trying to call his bluff or see if he was telling the truth.
“I have no idea what you’re capable of, Rafe.” I spoke my truth, my lips brushing his thumbs as I spoke.
“Look, Y/N. I know I’ve got issues, everyone in my family does. That whole Peterkin story is just an inch of the truth about what’s been going on these past few months.” He explains, eyes bouncing all over my face to sort out how I was reacting. His grip on me felt guilty.
“I wish you would just tell me what’s going on. I don’t feel like I can trust you anymore Rafe.” My eyes fell to the ground, watching his feet shift around mine
“I know, baby I know. I wish I could too.” He spoke with ease, loosening his grip on my neck, and turning me around. He took his pointer finger and thumb, grabbing my chin to lift my head until I had no choice but to look him in the eye.
“Hey, hey. Look at me. I would never let anything happen to you. I aim to protect you, that’s why I can’t get you involved” He told me, sounding genuine. No matter how sketchy things with Rafe got, it felt good to know he was there to protect me. I wish he would spend this much time protecting himself.
“I don’t want you getting hurt…” I whispered, letting my hands lay flat on his chest.
“I’ve got myself covered. You don’t have to worry about me, princess. Just let me worry about you. About us.” He spoke, backing me into the counter, lifting me so that I was now sat with him standing dangerously close in between my thighs.
“I really like you, Rafe. Just want us to work out without all that extra bullshit. I just wanna be yours.” He had me hypnotized. I don’t know what about him it is that made me word vomit like no tomorrow, but it needed to stop. Letting him know how badly I need him was only giving him more power.
“I really like you too, Y/N. Don’t worry about that other stuff. Come here.” He traced my sides all the way up to my face to grab ahold of both of my cheeks, smiling at my face when he took at a moment to study it.
“So pretty.” He spoke, quieter than normal.
Damn it.
I clutched the fabric of his shirt and yanked him towards me, meetting his lips in a harsh kiss. I could feel him try to hide the smirk forming on his lips. He got me. He knows it.
Rafe’s POV:
I got her. I know it.
Most people think its unlawful to lie to someone you care about so much, and normally I would agree. I really was doing this to protect her. And myself. If she knew what was really going on, shed leave me at the drop of hat, run back to her pouge friends and never speak to me again. I just can’t have that, not when she feels this good.
I tightened my grip on her hips, pulling her closer and earning a hushed sigh from her lips into my mouth as return. She kissed my lips with desperation, biting on my bottom lip when I pulled away.
“It’s been a long week baby. Barely been able to spend any time with my girl.” I began to explain, hopefully taking her mind from places other than my criminal acts.
I dipped my head into the crook of her neck, beginning to her from this angle. I could literally feel her pulse against my temple. I loved when she got like this for me. I kissed along her collarbone, nipping every few seconds to earn a squeal from her. My eyes fell upon the golden “R” charm that fell right in between the two bones. I got it for her birthday not too long ago, it was erotic to see my initial around her neck like that.
“I missed you.” She confessed quietly. Her small hands fell on either side of my torso, gripping the material of my shirt every so often when I would hit a soft spot on her neck.
“Yeah, missed you too. Let’s go have some fun, Dad and Rose won’t be home for like an hour and Wheezies gone.” I offered, backing up to look her in the face. Her blissed out eyes met mine in a sensual haze, a gloss running over them in her state of arousal.
“I’d like that.” She nodded, almost immediately.
“Good girl.” I say, tapping her butt twice signaling her to get off the counter and follow me. We passed a mirror on our was to my room and the sight of her holding onto my hand, walking ten toes behind me, so eager for me was all I needed to see to know that she was fooled.
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One more dinner
Genre: angst
Request: no
Word count: 1293
Warnings: Death
All Natasha wanted was one more dinner with you.
“Hey y/n, ya think you could grab this for me?” Tony passed you a piece of paper with a bunch of chemicals on it and a location. “It’s for Bruce. I think this might be the missing chemicals I need to help stabilise him.”
You were supposed to be on a month holiday. You and Natasha had taken down a massive drug ring. It had taken just under a year to do and Fury promised you at least a month off. Natasha had planned a holiday for the both of you and you were supposed to be leaving in a few days.
“I do have that holiday Tony…” it’s not that you didn’t want to help, it’s just that you really needed a break. That and the fact you had no clue where the location of the holiday was and if there’s one thing you hated, it was not knowing something.
“I promise it will literally just take an afternoon. Not even that if you take one of the jets.”
“Sure Tones. But if I’m not back in time for my holiday Natasha is going to kill you. I’ll be back in a bit!” You waved to him as you went up to yours and Nat’s shared room to get ready.
“Hey Natty, Tony wants me to grab some science stuff. I’ll be back for dinner.” You go around the room, grabbing everything you need for the brief mission, if you could even call it that.
“Okay detka.” She leans up from where she was sitting at the desk so you can kiss her. “Be safe baby.”
“I will try my best.” You smiled at her, leaving the room, before calling out to her “Make sure you save me some food!”
~~~~~
It was not the easy mission you were promised. You had gone in alone, no backup because why would you need any? It was just grabbing some chemicals. It was an easy in and out job. Except it wasn’t. Turns out, the large drug ring you and Natasha had taken down together had found a new leader - one who clearly didn’t know the meaning of ‘turning a new leaf’ because he currently had you strapped to a chair so tightly your hands were going purple from the ropes cutting off your circulation. Even if you made it out of here, there was going to be months of physical therapy and he hadn’t even started on the torture yet. You had a horrible feeling you weren’t going to make it back for dinner.
They beat you senseless. They cut you and broke your bones. They tore out teeth and fingernails. They waterboarded you, hung you up and left you for what felt like hours. You only came to when you felt yourself being placed on a soft chair, a screen playing something in front of you.
“Wakey wakey sweetheart.” Wannabe mob boss lifted your chin up so you could look at the screen “your friends wanna say hi.”
The looks on their faces broke you. Tony looked so damn guilty you just wanted to give him a hug. It wasn’t his fault but you knew he was going to blame himself for this for a long time. Wanda, one of your closest friends, couldn’t even look at you. You finally looked at Natasha whose eyes spoke of sadness but clenched jaw was full of anger. It was like her body didn’t know which emotion to feel so it settled awkwardly between the two.
“Sno yur ful” you tried to speak but the words were slurred and quiet
“Aww here that guys, she’s telling you it’s not your fault.” He cackled and hit your temple with his gun. The world went muffled and you were so so tired. You just needed to close your eyes. Just for a second. It would all be okay if you just closed your eyes…
Your friends and girlfriend watched as you’re eyes closed, screaming at the screen for you to wake up, to focus on their voices.
Natasha let out a sob as she heard a sharp bang and watched your head roll forward, blood running from your forehead down your face.
~~~~~
In the following weeks, no one spoke. Not really. The only time the team spoke to each other was to ask if they could be passed something. Game nights came to a halt after the team kept realising they were waiting for you to take your turn. Mealtimes were no longer taken together and for some, the meals stopped altogether.
The funeral was stiff and painful. It was closed casket because of the amount of damage they had done to you. None of the team cried at the service. That right
was given to your family, your brothers and sister who were all so much younger than you. Your cousins who realised how badly this would tear up your parents.
Your dad came over to talk to Natasha before she could leave. He apologised for the fact she was left behind to continue living. He expressed his regret at the fact the two of you never got that holiday, him being one of the only other people to know how special that trip was going to be.
Steve was constantly running, he hadn’t known what kind of impact your death would have on him. The two of you were never very close but he missed the little jokes the two of you had.
After the funeral, Wanda ran away. You were like a sister to her and she had now lost not only Pietro, but you too. Vision went with her.
Tony locked himself in his lab, staying there for 23 hours a day. That one hour where he was asleep, he was tormented by that sharp bang, except in his dreams, he was the one pulling the trigger.
Sam missed the playful flirting the two of you would do to get under Natasha’s skin. He missed the way you would always try to beat him at monopoly.
Natasha vowed to kill every single one of those people who ever put a finger on you. She turned dark. Went right back to what she was programmed to be, a ruthless killer. Once she had hunted each one down, she felt empty. There was nothing that could fill the void in her soul.
She blamed Tony in the beginning. He was the one who asked you to go and get those damn chemicals. He could have sent anyone else. It was a low level job but he was just too lazy to fill out the paperwork. Slowly, her anger turned from Tony to Bruce. Bruce was the one who experimented on himself. If he hadn’t had an obsession with whatever the hell Steve was injected with, then he wouldn’t have needed something to counterbalance it.
All she had wanted to do was to propose. That’s what the whole holiday was about. Hell, she was two minutes away from doing it at the damn dinner the two of you were planning on having. The ring in her pocket felt so heavy that a few times she had tried to throw it right into the sea, making sure it was never seen again. Natasha refrained from doing so. Something stopped her from ever getting rid of it, she held on to it as if it was the last piece of you she had.
“You said you’d be back for dinner…” Natasha placed the ring along with your favourite flowers on your grave, just wishing that she could have stopped you, that she could have got there in time, that you hadn’t been sent out on that stupid mission. She just wanted one more dinner with you.
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⤑ made-up love song iii.
Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire.
Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…
pairing; kim seokjin x reader
au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, eventual smut, eventual angst, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, lots of lasagne talk, flirting, kissing, fluff 🥰
words; 9,340
↪︎ chapter index
chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)
After you had time to calm down, of course you ended up telling Soojung about what happened on the date. You kept some things to yourself, mainly about how giddy you had felt throughout the whole thing, but you were sure she could see that for herself – she kept looking at you knowingly, and for once she kept the teasing down to a minimum. You ended up staying awake quite late, Soojung opening a bottle of wine. You were still excited from the date and the thought of what was to come next, but somewhere along the line, you and your best friend started getting into your feelings. (Was it really a Saturday night until you and Soojung ended it with slightly drunk sappy heart to hearts and hugs? Obviously not…)
For the first time in a while you felt comfortable enough to open up about your love life (or lack of one) and felt it easy to talk about the past and to even bring up Donghae. He was a forbidden topic for the most part, no matter how much you were over him, but tonight had changed something. You didn’t know how to explain it, and no, it wasn’t because Seokjin was somehow the man of your dreams who had magically made things better with just one date. That was dumb and only happened in cliché Hallmark movies.
No, it was because tonight had shown you that life goes on. No matter what rock bottom you hit, or how long it took you to get over it, no hurt was forever. You’d been single for a long time, and happy at that – after you’d gotten over the heartbreak of Donghae cheating on you – but tonight you’d had fun. You’d enjoyed yourself, enjoyed Seokjin’s company. You didn’t know what would come of your second date, or if there would be a third, but you were okay with that. You were just living in the moment, and right now you really liked that infuriating-not-so-infuriating bastard.
You were taking a chance, just like he was, and it was actually pretty exciting…
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You woke up late the next morning, something you didn’t reprimand yourself for because it was summer break after all, but also, you had a raging wine headache that had needed all the shut eye it could get. Your head was still throbbing slightly as you reached for your phone on the bedside table but seeing a text from Seokjin waiting for you made it miraculously disappear.
Seokjin (10:28am)
Hi Y/N,
Thank you for such a great time last night. I can’t wait until Saturday. Would it be alright with you if I kept in touch throughout the week?
Seokjin
You giggled to yourself at his insane formalities. Why was that so adorable? But most importantly how could he be both cute and sexy at the same time? He was hellbent on making you lose your mind. You thought about teasing him, asking him when he’d grown comfortable enough to drop the Regards from yesterday, but despite how well last night had gone, and despite how much you loved joking around with him in person, over the phone seemed different. You were still a little nervous – giddy nervous, but nervous, nevertheless. Your conversation from last night with Soojung came back to you, reminding you that this was all too real. You were potentially catching feelings for this man, and it was new, and exciting, but equal parts terrifying now that you’d woken up with a hangover.
Everything you typed out in reply seemed way too stiff, so growing frustrated, you settled on an emoji to cut through the formalities.
You (10:49am)
I had such a lovely time too, Seokjin. Of course it’s fine to keep in touch. I’m looking forward to Saturday night! 😊
What did he mean exactly about keeping in touch?, you wondered as you got out of bed, padding your way down the stairs and into the kitchen for a much needed glass of ice cold water. A good morning text? A how are you? You knew he was busy with work all week, so you weren’t expecting too much, but just knowing he wanted to stay in contact until next Saturday made you smile to yourself as you waited for his response.
You didn’t have to wait long.
Seokjin (10:55am)
Great! I’m so excited to try your World famous Italian lasagne 😁
Cute. He’d followed your lead, ditching the last of the formalities and even signing off with an emoji instead. You instantly felt more at ease, but –
Oh no.
Why did he have to bring that up and remind you of your humiliating blunder? You knew what would be taking up all of your time for the few days – you needed to perfect this goddamn dish.
Soojung on the other hand was unbothered by your predicament. Mind in the gutter as always. “Do you think that’s a euphemism for something else?” She asked straight away once you’d shown her your messages a few hours later.
“Soojung!” You exclaimed, feeling yourself get a little hot in the face. You wish she’d stop bringing up sex, it was stressing you out. You told her as much.
“You’re the one who’s invited him to your house for a second date.”
You stared at her, greatly unimpressed. “You know why I invited him here.”
You’d told her last night. You’d been hit with a surge of confidence when you’d suggested it was your turn to decide on something. In truth though, you didn’t know the first thing about restaurants, you hardly ever ate out, and when you did it was either fast food or at the food court in the department store Soojung worked at. You knew he wouldn’t have minded any choice you’d made, but that didn’t stop the slight apprehension you felt.
It was normal, given your difference in lifestyles, and whilst that seemed to be no issue thankfully, that difference was still there. However really, that’s why you’d chosen to cook for him. Seokjin had shown you something close to him last night – the restaurant he owned with his brother, and now you were to show him something close to your heart. Something that was you. You loved cooking and baking in your spare time and you wanted to share that with him however small. Granted it was things you were confident with, but lasagne couldn’t be that hard, right? A true perfectionist, you’d master it quickly enough…
Soojung rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you could suggest McDonald’s and Dilf would be insanely happy.” She nudged you, squealing like a kid. “He’s just so into you!”
You wouldn’t bite. She was making you nervous again. “Stop calling him Dilf, he has a name.”
“Geez, sorry.” She held up her hands in apology. “Didn’t mean to offend your man.”
You pushed her shoulder, silently telling her to quit it.
For the next few days it became your life’s goal to master the art of lasagne. Sunday night was spent googling recipes, trying to find the most authentic one. There seemed to be a lot of fuss on the right type of pasta. Flat edged would be fine, but the wavy edge was best. You made note of that. Next was the sauce. Two types. The tomato based one and then the white one – which you learned was called Bechamel. That seemed pretty easy to cook up, but the former seemed a little daunting. Every time you’d had pasta sauce in the past it had been premade, starting from scratch was giving you anxiety. Seokjin thought this was your expertise so you had to make it believable. What if you made it too salty? Too bland?
…Possibly you were thinking way too hard about this. Soojung thought the same.
“Just buy it in a jar, Y/N, for Christ’s sake. You’re taking this way too seriously. You don’t need to learn fluent Italian to make your little white lie believable. It’s a goddamn lasagne.”
She had a point.
“He’d be happy with a sandwich. He’s coming over for you, not the shitty lasagne.”
“Don’t call my non-existent lasagne shitty, you’re setting me up for failure.” You grumbled, looking at the ten tabs you had up on your laptop screen, all claiming to be the best most authentic recipe around.
On Monday you went shopping for ingredients. You knew a small world foods store that was just outside of town, you’d been there a couple of times when you’d been baking with the children for class. With help from signposted aisles, you found what you were looking for in no time at all, so that night, you and Soojung both tucked into your first (sort of) homemade lasagne. Only the Bechamel sauces was harder to master than you’d first thought.
“I think you added too much flour.” Soojung’s nose wrinkled as she spoke. “It’s nice, don’t get me wrong, but the white stuff… I don’t know, maybe it’s supposed to taste like that?”
Nope, she was definitely correct, too much flour, which was odd because you were pretty positive you’d followed the right measurements…
Tuesday you had a day off from the sight, and even the word lasagne. You met for coffee with your mom but kept the date with Seokjin a secret. Not that she pressed about your love life anymore, she’d long given up on that topic. It was nice to catch up and you made plans for a trip soon. It was hard to find time to visit her when you were in work so you were always thankful for the summer and Christmas breaks. You were her only child, so it made your time together even more precious. She’d only remarried ten years ago, and while Jonathon had kids from his first marriage, they lived abroad. They were older than you and had families of their own. You weren’t particularly close for no other reason than the distance. You’d only met them a few times but they were lovely people. Your father had remarried while you were still in high school, having two more children (a son and daughter) with his wife. You were very close to them despite the age gap and saw them as regularly as you could. Your extended family had long been the norm and you wouldn’t change it for the world.
Wednesday you were back on the lasagne. You purchased more pasta sauce and decided on the pre-made Bechamel sauce too, just to be safe. This time around everything went smoothly, Soojung had no complaints and neither did you, but you still invited Taehyung around on Thursday for a third go. He was way more enthusiastic than your best friend, singing your praises all night.
“Y/N, that was amazing!” He exclaimed, leaning back in his chair to pat his belly. “Dilf dick – Uh, I mean, Seokjin, is going to love it.”
“Guys, is that what you really call him when you’re alone together?” You whined.
“Blame Soo,” Taehyung shrugged. “She’s rubbed off on me. But, I’m right,” he smirked. “He’s going to want to give you his DD once he tastes this, if you know what I mean.”
Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, you looked on unimpressed. Maybe if you gave them no reaction they’d stop?
“Oooo. I wonder what his dick even looks like. I bet it’s as handsome as his face.” Soojung squealed, sat beside her boyfriend.
“SOOJUNG!” He cried, mouth open in disbelief.
“Can we just stop talking about his… y’know…” You sighed, unable to say the word aloud. “Imagine if it was the other way around and he was wondering about what I looked like naked.” Soojung wouldn’t be impressed, that was for sure.
“Fine, you’re right,” your best friend sighed. “I’m just way too excited because you finally like someone!!” She was getting loud now, she always did when she was excited. “And I want it to work out because you deserve it!”
You chuckled. “Soo, calm down.” But you had to admit her words were sweet. You reached for her hand across the tiny table, giving it a gentle squeeze of thanks.
“What about Barman dick?” Taehyung asked randomly, totally oblivious that you and she were having a moment. “Huh? Soo? You want my Barman dick tonight?” He wiggled his eyebrows again, a playfulness to his voice as he nudged her.
She giggled but wasn’t having any of it. “It doesn’t really have the same ring to it, babe.”
Highly offended he pulled away, pursing his lips. “Whatever.”
“Okay guys, let’s not have a domestic at the dining table.” You laughed. Which was a mistake because now Taehyung’s attention was back on you.
“So, Y/N, when are you going to invite Mr. Dilf to my bar?”
You sniggered. “How about never?”
“Hey, you ladies are being very mean tonight. I complimented your lasagne.” Hm. That was true, you guessed. “What’s wrong with my bar? I think he’d love it. What does he drink? I see him as a dark rum type of guy.”
You shrugged. “He was drinking red wine on our date last week.” It still made you feel funny to say the word date. You’d gone on a date. You were dating. A flurry of excitement found its way to your stomach, your excitement for Saturday growing.
“Interesting,” Taehyung mused.
Soojung stood up, starting to collect your plates. “Okay, I’m washing, who’s drying?”
“Not me,” you sang. “I’ve cooked nearly every night this week.”
Soojung eyes were wide when you met them, as if she was silently begging you. For what? “Just please promise me there won’t be any lasagne waiting for me after work tomorrow night? I’m going to turn into one at this rate.”
Saturday arrived soon enough. You woke up the same time your phone went Bing and you knew exactly who it was. Seokjin had been texting you Good morning every day since Monday. He was no longer signing them off with his name, which was progress, and he was even adding more emojis, so you guessed you had rubbed off on him.
Sometimes he’d drop a meme with the greeting. They were mostly to do with early mornings and workloads to which you’d tease him about because it was your summer vacation after all, you didn’t need to worry about work. But you always sent a Hope today runs smoothly his way too. You didn’t want to rub it in too much.
Yesterday’s meme had been about dating, something about the guy trying to flirt but being garbage at it and asking if she liked cheese. You didn’t agree that was like Seokjin though – you were gradually learning that he was incredibly modest – but it had made you laugh. Only Seokjin could send you lame memes and you’d find it adorable… You were possibly whipped.
Seokjin (8:01am)
Good morning. [Image sent]
Today the meme was about lasagne, which made you question whether he was googling these every morning because no way had a lasagne meme popped up on his social media – if he used any at all. The realisation that he was searching for memes every day was even more endearing and your heart got a little gooey. You read the text on top of the image of lasagne. Dude, is that your new white shirt? Lemme just hop off this fork for a closer look. You genuinely laughed at that one, still wrapped up in your bed sheets. So incredibly lame, but equal levels funny.
Seokjin (8:01am)
I will not be wearing white… I can’t wait to see you later. Just a reminder that I hope you omitted the garlic for tonight’s meal. I don’t want to embarrass myself by itching all night 😅😂
Immediately the smile dropped from your face and you shot forward, horror washing over you. Oh no. He was allergic to garlic. With the stress of perfecting the world’s best lasagne you’d totally forgotten. What were you going to do? Find a plain tomato sauce? Where the hell were you going to find one? Was that even a thing? You needed to leave now. Jumping out of bed you almost forgot to message Seokjin back. Looking at your phone again the image of the lasagne mocked you…
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Two hours later you were back at home, in need of a sit down after you’d rushed around town looking for a pasta sauce that didn’t contain garlic (very hard, by the way.) The stress had aged you about ten years. Soojung of course found it highly hilarious.
“You’d have been in ER before 9pm,” she chortled, still in her pyjamas on the couch. She’d been still asleep when you’d dashed off, a woman on a lasagne mission.
You ignored her. It wouldn’t have been that bad, right? He said himself he’d only be itching… Clawing off his own skin was probably better than his throat closing up… maybe…
“How did you manage to forget?” She was still laughing. “AND you said you’d make a lasagne. Italian food always uses garlic. He must think you’re trying to kill him.” At this point you could hardly understand her, words blurring into one as she lost her shit.
“We went over this. I wasn’t in my right mind when I said I’d cook lasagne.”
She stopped her laugher immediately. “No way, you’re not blaming me again.”
“Ugh.” You sighed, suddenly remembering something. “I was going to make my homemade garlic bread.” Now that was a speciality of yours. This night was going to be a disaster.
“Skip the garlic,” Soojung suggested.
“So, just bread then.”
She tried her best not to laugh again, not wanting to make it worse. “Yum.”
It didn’t help.
What did help though, was making her clean the entirety of the downstairs of the house. As the day went on you started to get more and more nervous, which was silly, but you couldn’t help it. You realised that your place was a shoe box in comparison to his, what the hell were you thinking when you’d invited him here?! It needed to be spotless, to distract him from the fact you would be eating dinner in the same place you would be cooking it…
You knew there was no need to worry, it was just like last week when you’d grown self-conscious only to be fine once you’d set eyes on Seokjin. No doubt tonight would be just the same, he didn’t give a crap about stuff like that, so why would you even think he would? He’d probably be hurt if he knew… You just couldn’t help those little bubbles of insecurities from floating around inside your brain. You were a law unto yourself, and the garlic-less lasagne wasn’t helping. You’d had no time to prep for it. What if it tasted like cardboard?
“Lasagne is lasagne,” Soojung reassured you, in the kitchen as you got all the ingredients together. “It’s not going to taste gross just because there’s no garlic in it. Put it this way, at least you can kiss without needing to pop a mint.”
You whined, shaking your head, you couldn’t even dare thinking about kissing him right now. You’d spontaneously combust from anxiety.
“Should we clean your room too?” She asked, picking up the jar of pasta sauce absentmindedly. You’d already read the label approximately fifteen times, double checking it was indeed garlic-less.
“What? No,” you told her, voice all high-pitched. There would be no going upstairs besides from bathroom usage. “But hey,” you exclaimed, rounding on her with the spoon you were holding in your hand. “My room is always clean, bitch.”
She was the messy one.
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Soojung left for Taehyung’s place at half 6, ready for Seokjin’s arrival at 7pm, a hug for good luck before you waved her off. You’d calmed greatly now, nothing like some table laying to ease some nerves. The lasagne was prepped and ready to oven cook, you had a fresh key lime pie in the fridge and you were dressed and presentable with ten minutes to spare. Wonderful.
The doorbell rung not long after you’d made your way downstairs and you were quickly finding out that Seokjin was a very punctual man. Opening the door to reveal him stood at the porch your heart instantly warmed, skipping a beat when he gave you a dazzling smile and a soft Hey. You felt a little weak at the knees. Nope, you were not ready for tonight.
In your tiny entryway he offered you a silver gift bag. “I didn’t know what to bring, so.” He said with a shrug as you pulled out a bottle of red wine.
“Oh, thank you, Seokjin.” You hadn’t been expecting him to bring anything at all. It was a lovely surprise.
“You probably have some waiting already. I’m sorry.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” you reassured him. “We’ll use this one.” You were going to use a bottle of white wine you had laying around, nothing special at all. Red wine seemed better, fancier, maybe it would go better with the lasagne?
“Are you sure?” He asked. “I was gonna get you flowers but I didn’t want to freak you out or anything.”
You laughed. What was he going on about? “Why would that freak me out?”
His smile was crooked as he chuckled quietly. “I don’t know. I’m new to this, I thought they would’ve been too forward.”
You gave a small shrug, voice barely there when you replied. “I like flowers.”
He gazed at you, warm eyes softening as he stepped forward. “Next time.” He smiled. “Next time I’ll get you flowers.”
You swallowed fairly loudly, averting your gaze as you outstretched your arms. “Let me take you coat.” Was it hot in here? You felt a little stuffy.
He shrugged off the beige wool blend, revealing the tight fitting black shirt he had on underneath. It stretched over his shoulders, accentuating how broad they were, how hard his chest was and how much his waist curved inwards. The pants he was wearing didn’t help matters too. He looked effortlessly gorgeous, hair parted to the side, a piece curled above his left eye, softening the blow of his exposed forehead. You moved to hook his coat on the rack, realising you could’ve been gawping. Not that you could help it, the man was trying to kill you.
As you turned to face him again, he smiled. “You look really nice.” His voice was soft which just made it even more dangerous. “I think this may be the first time I’ve seen you in pants.”
“Really?” You wondered. You were partial to a dress in the summer, so he was probably right. You’d chosen a pair of black skinny jeans and a patterned chiffon blouse. Nothing too fancy, but he looked at you with awe-filled eyes. Unless you were imagining it. You cleared your throat. “You look good too.”
He stepped back, arms outstretched as he looked down at himself. “Thanks. No white.” He chuckled.
You forced yourself to laugh too, nerves creeping back just because of your stupid damn lasagne. “No white.”
Moving forward again he took your hand. It was warm and soft, just as you remembered from last week. Who cared about the lasagne when you were this close to him? When he was looking down at you with those brown, twinkly eyes? Not you anymore.
“I’ve been looking forward to this all week, Y/N.”
Oh.
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You invited him inside the living room first, pouring him a small (and his only because he the car) glass of wine as you chit chatted for a few minutes. Sat next to him was RJ, who you’d taken from your bedroom to join you both for the night. He wanted to say Hi, had been your opening line and Seokjin had found it hilarious, cracking up instantly. Although his “I missed you buddy, how have you been?” went rudely ignored. Maybe the alpaca was nervous…
Ever the gentleman, he complimented you on the house, noting the décor with a fond eye. That surprised you, maybe he had played a part with the interior of his home. Well, you’d only seen the cosy family room – but it suited him very well. You knew there had been no need to be nervous when it came to inviting him into your home. There wasn’t a judging bone in Seokjin’s body.
You talked about your weeks, yours had been fine, but of course you left out all the stress over the lasagne. Seokjin’s week on the other hand had been quite demanding, but that was nothing new he told you with an accepting shake of his hand. He was used to it by now, but he had to admit tonight’s date had made it easier this time around. He was full of the charm, not that you were complaining…
Misook was babysitting Arin tonight, he told you when you asked how she was. It was his weekend this week, he and Nana took it in turns – when she didn’t cancel, he added as an afterthought – but he seemed a lot more relaxed talking about his ex-wife this time around seeing as last weekend she hadn’t broken any promises. He was happy if his daughter was happy, and that made you smile. You remembered Arin’s sorrowful face that day her mom had cancelled on her, so you were glad they’d found time to spend time together. You also remembered how irritated Seokjin had sounded when he was opening up to you on the bench at the school fate… You wondered just how often Nana cancelled plans, and couldn’t imagine how frustrating that was for both Arin and Seokjin… You hoped this marked the start of things being easier for them now.
Soon after that, you served him your starter (“garlic – wait, no I mean, no-garlic bread.”), and you chatted some more over that and while the lasagne baked. It was surprising how little you’d touched the sides on your first date, so tonight you covered even more bases. Family mainly. You told him about your half and step siblings, your parents’ remarriages of course coming up too. He seemed interested in that, wondering about your views on it and if it had affected you as you grew up. As a divorcee you understood the relevance to him and because he was so easy to talk to you found yourself opening up freely.
His parents were still married and Seokjin was the youngest out of their two sons, so it was quite unheard of for the second born to take over a family company. In fact, it was the first of its kind for his, which made it even harder for him. His older brother had been the rightful heir to LG Electronics but his passion had always been in culinary arts. His parents had been kind enough to let him follow his dreams, and thankfully, for Seokjin, that meant he could follow in his father’s footsteps. He’d been eager to prove himself but it had been hard in the beginning. His status as the youngest son meant that a lot of people set him up for failure, but with his family’s love and belief he’d managed to succeed and confirm himself as the rightful CEO. You didn’t doubt it. It seemed he’d worked hard to get where he was now. That was admirable.
The influx of information was so interesting to you and it didn’t feel real. While you could imagine Seokjin taking charge, visualising him in that tailored houndstooth suit he’d worn when you’d first met him, it was strange to think the smiley and soft-spoken man sat in front of you was from a long line of power and wealth. He should be untouchable, yet here you were able to reach for his hand across the table. Able to feel his forefinger stroking delicate patterns into your palm as you opened up and got to know one another more and more…
“So, if your family’s a big deal, what about things like arranged marriages? Are they still a thing?” You asked, maybe confusing fiction for fact.
Seokjin laughed at your wording. “They used to be, not so much anymore. I met my ex-wife through a friend. They concentrate less on things like that these days.” He shrugged, adding as an afterthought, “As a divorced CEO I think I’m a great example of that.”
That was true, you thought to yourself, wondering how the breakdown of his marriage had also played a part in the stress of his early years as CEO.
“I know it all sounds pretty crazy, but I like to think my family is just like anyone else’s.” He continued, smiling bashfully when you met his gaze. “That I’m just like anyone else.”
You wondered how many people had immediately judged him because of his status… You’d been one of them, right? Even if you hadn’t known any of the details, you’d written him off as some obnoxious, rich guy who flaunted his wealth… You felt guilty thinking back. He was the complete opposite.
You nodded in agreement before grinning. “I’d have liked to see what college Seokjin was like.”
“A complete nerd, to tell you the truth.”
He answered so seriously, you didn’t know how to react, and then he was laughing loudly, cracking up at himself. You couldn’t help but join in. That’s when your stove alarm went off, shrill and incessant, signalling the arrival of the dreaded lasagne…
It turned out he loved it though.
“This is amazing,” Seokjin praised, mouth still half full as he chewed. You did have to admit it was good. It tasted just like the original, despite the lack of garlic. Seokjin quirked an eyebrow, smirking your way. “So, how lucky am I to be able to try this World famous Italian lasagne?”
“Very lucky.” You kept your answer short. Hoping he’d just drop it.
He didn’t.
“How lucky?” He tried to pry from you. “How many people have tried it?”
You gave him a small smile, hovering your fork over the plate. Technically he was the third, but you couldn’t tell him that, could you? “I can’t disclose that.”
He emitted a short laugh. “What about the recipe? Care to share?”
You brushed him off with a soft chuckle. “A chef never tells her secrets.”
“Not even me?” His bottom lip jutted out as he looked across at you.
Your heart did a little dance. He was being unfair. “Don’t pout like that, it’s making me feel guilty.”
Thankfully the lasagne topic fizzled out after a couple more minutes, your cold sweat having time to dissipate while you chatted and ate together comfortably. However a few minutes later you noticed Seokjin fidgeting slightly in his seat. You politely ignored it to begin with, unsure if you were just imagining it, but then he started itching the back of his neck. You put your fork down, a sick feeling washing over you. “Is anything wrong?” You asked, now watching him itch up his forearm. “Seokjin?”
He looked at you in mild confusion, eyebrows creasing together as he opened his mouth. “Are you sure there wasn’t any garlic in this?”
You swallowed away the panic racing up your throat. “I’m sure.” You’d read the back of that jar and then read it some more. “I’m positive.”
… Weren’t you? You watched him scoot his chair back, leaning down to start scratching the back of his calves. He made noises of discomfort as he did so.
“Oh, no…” You were up before you could stop yourself, racing around him to start hunting in the recycling for the glass jar.
“Wait, where are you going?”
You could hear Seokjin’s voice behind you, sounding alarmed, but you were too panicked to really take it in. You needed to be sure. This was just your second date, you couldn’t ruin things already. Turning him into one giant itchy red blob had not been your intention.
“I was only teasing you.” Still, his words didn’t sink in. That was until you felt a hand on your elbow, tugging gently for your attention.
You spun around, worried eyes wide – even wider when you found him so close. He was on his feet too, bent a little to level with you, pretty much within kissing distance. His voice was soft when he spoke, you found yourself distracted by his mouth. “Y/N, I was just messing around.”
You blinked, not truly understanding with all those annoying distractions zooming around your mind, but slowly you pieced his words together. Oh. Despite the relief you felt, now you just felt silly. Plus, he was still so close to you…
You took a step back, the small of your back pressing up against the counter. You needed a clear head. “Don’t freak me out like that.” You told him, but you still sighed in relief, hand against your chest. “I thought I’d poisoned you.”
He looked a little concerned, but you could tell by his eyes he found your reaction amusing. “I’m sorry,” he apologised. “I just wanted to make you laugh.”
“Make me laugh? You nearly gave me heart failure.” However, you gave him what he wanted, a laugh that sounded weak and shaky, but it was something – you did see the funny side.
He joined you, shoulders relaxing now that he knew you were okay. He looked behind you, eyes on the trashcan, a bemused smile on his face. “What were you looking for anyway?”
“The jar.” You answered, as if it wasn’t obvious. You turned, deciding to fish it out anyway. Holding it up to him, you were adamant. “See, no garlic. Check.”
He chuckled. “I already said I was joking.” He took one look at your desperate expression and gave in, taking the jar from your hand. “But if it makes you feel better…” You watched him as he read the label, silently soaking in his handsome features. He looked softer tonight, the curve of his jaw rounding as he smiled. It took you a moment to realise he was done. He handed the jar back to you, and you prayed to God he hadn’t caught you staring at him all gooey-eyed. “It’s fine.” He confirmed. “I’ll be itch free tonight.”
You smiled and plopped the glass back inside the can. “I looked around town for hour trying to find lasagne sauce sans garlic.”
He looked guilty. “I’m sorry for being awkward.” Then he paused, eyes narrowing, the hint of a smirk itching at the corners of his mouth. “But… Y/N, are you a fraud?” Huh? What did he mean? You didn’t need to wait long for an explanation. “I thought a certified chef would cook up a batch of her own tomato sauce.”
Oh. You’d gone and put your foot in it, hadn’t you? It was probably time to explain yourself… “I have a confession,” you began, sounding wary. Seokjin looked interested albeit it mildly confused. “I… may have told a little white lie.”
He shook his head, a puff of laughter leaving him. “You’ve lost me.”
You took a deep breath, knowing you were going to have to spell it out for him. “I’ve never made lasagne before. Ever. In my entire life.”
He looked confused as silence spread out between you. He sounded it too when he spoke again. “Then why did you say it was your speciality?”
You groaned, dropping your face into your hands for one dramatic moment. “I panicked.” Peeking at him, you babbled on. “I know it sounds stupid but Soojung was curtain twitching and it was stressing me out and then you were asking me what I cooked and lasagne just popped into my head!”
Seokjin blinked, his mouth twitched and then he was laughing – loudly.
“You find it funny?” You asked, relaxing a tad.
“Very.” He laughed harder but seeing the look of bafflement on your face he tried is best to still it.
“I’ve been practicing it like crazy,” you whined, happy you could finally tell him all about your lasagne struggles. “This is my fourth time eating it this week. Soojung nearly killed me.” You snorted at the memory. This started up Seokjin again. “And then I forgot you were allergic to garlic. Your text reminded me this morning and I had to rush out to the grocery store.”
He was weak at the knees at that, and you were laughing just because he was. It was contagious. “Stop,” you wailed, attempting to get a hold of yourself. This week had actually been quite traumatic. “I’m glad you find it funny, I’ve been in constant stress ever since you drove off last week.”
“I can’t help it.” He chuckled, although he did sound apologetic. “You’re just so adorable.” The air that settled around his effortless admission made your skin prickle. When he carried on, his tone was gentle. “You know I wouldn’t have minded if you changed the menu to something else, right?”
You pouted ever so slightly. “But you were looking forward to it.”
He gave a small shrug. “True, but… that was more so code for ‘I’m looking forward to seeing you again.’ The food was just a bonus. I’d be happy with a Big Mac.”
You felt your cheeks burn and you tried to shake yourself out of it. “So embarrassing,” you murmured. You didn’t know what for… The lasagne mess or the fact he could have this much of an effect of you? You were inclined to go with the latter.
“What about the no-garlic bread?” Seokjin asked, changing the subject a little. Maybe he’d sensed your embarrassment and didn’t want to make it worse. He was sweet. “Did you make that?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “Well, I didn’t bake the bread. I just toasted it.” It was still a speciality of yours though. “It would’ve been much tastier with the garlic.”
He gave you an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that. This body wants to turn me into a miserable old man.”
Pfft. Old? Miserable? He was anything but.
“Sit,” he prompted you, smiling as he motioned with his head to the table. “Finish your World famous Italian lasagne before it grows cold.”
As you moved he delicately cupped his hand around the curve your waist, giving it a soft squeeze before he got to his chair first. Your stomach flipped, head dizzy as you sat and tucked your chair in. Last Saturday popped into your head, the way you’d loosely held hands outside and how you were sure he’d been leaning in to kiss you – properly.
You knew one thing. You really wanted to kiss him tonight.
Trying to get a hold of yourself, you glanced at him, catching his eyes. He was already tucking in again, and he grinned bashfully, as if embarrassed. “This really is great. All that practice paid off.” A pause. “You should show me how you cooked it sometime.”
Your face lit up in surprise. “You cook?” In the back of your mind you were aware that he’d probably been hinting for a third date, but you were so shocked by the possibly of Seokjin cooking you couldn’t stop yourself from asking.
He chuckled quietly. “I mean, when I have time and can be bothered. I like cooking but it’s just easier to go to a restaurant or get it delivered.” He looked sheepish before adding, “Or Misook does it for me.”
There was no shame when it came to that. Seokjin probably worked all hours of the day, no one could expect him to tie on an apron when he got home and start pulling out pots and pans.
“Do you cook a lot?” He asked.
You nodded. “Soojung and I take it in turns.”
“So what is your speciality?” He smiled.
This time around you were in your right mind and able to answer properly. “Veggie tacos.”
He raised his eyebrows, impressed. Then he tried again. “Can you make them for me sometime?”
He was persistent, you’d give him that. You shrugged, trying your best to sound impassive but the little smirk gave it away. “Maybe if you say please…”
He laughed, leaning forward, a hand clasping yours as he tilted his head. The piece of curled hair falling into his left eye. “Please?”
Your heart did another little dance inside your chest.
.
.
After dessert you both made your way back to the living room, settling on your couch with two pomegranate mocktails Taehyung had prepared for you yesterday. All you had to do was add the pomegranate juice and lemonade to the ice cubes and crushed lime segments and mint before serving, easy-peasy. Seokjin was highly impressed, but of course you couldn’t take the credit. It was all down to your best friend’s very helpful barman boyfriend.
You were glad Seokjin wanted to stay as you didn’t want the night to be over yet. It had flown by so fast and you’d had so much fun. You already felt like you knew him better, even after only two dates. It was strange to you, how you could feel so relaxed in a stranger’s company, but then again, you guessed he wasn’t a stranger anymore… Plus, he was so easy to talk to, so interesting to get to know…. Everything between you two came easy.
Like opening up to him, being a bit more vulnerable…
“I’ve been slightly nervous all week,” you admitted, clutching your drink to you before chuckling softly. “– and not just about the lasagne faux pas…”
“There was no need to be nervous. I thought we left all that behind on the first date,” Seokjin reassured, smiling warmly your way.
You were sat together, turned to face one another. It was intimate and cosy. He had one leg lifted, the ankle resting on the knee of the other leg, and where his pants had ridden up, you could see an inch or so of his calf before it met the black cotton of his sock. For some reason, you found that very, very sexy. Maybe you had been single for far too long.
“We did,” you agreed, hesitating slightly. “It’s just… I haven’t done anything like this in so long.”
You didn’t even think you’d ever invited someone around for dinner before. You were still quite young when you found yourself in a relationship with Donghae so your dates before him had been very basic. Your dates with him hadn’t really classed as such just because you became official fairly quickly, and your dates after him, well, it was already known that they had been few and far between.
“You already know we’re in the same boat,” he smiled before chuckling bashfully. “No, but really, when I asked you for dinner that day at the fate I was expecting you to turn me down.”
“How come?”
He looked down at his drink, lifting a shoulder. “I thought you’d think that I was crossing a line… or maybe the spark I was feeling was all in my head and in reality you just found me really annoying.”
That was cute. He’d been doubting himself. Human after all. Not that you’d ever thought he wasn’t. You still didn’t miss the opportunity to joke around though. “I mean, both can exist simultaneously.” He taking a sip of his mocktail when you replied so he ended up snorting into his glass, amused by your wit.
A moment or so passed and Seokjin gazed at you, smiling softly. If he kept this up, you’d be a puddle on your parquet flooring. “So, tell me,” he hummed. “How did I luck out so good?” You raised an eyebrow, wondering what he meant. “How come an amazing person like you isn’t married or in a relationship?”
He must’ve seen the slight shock on your face and panicked instantly. “Is that a weird thing to ask? I feel like it is. I apologise.”
“No,” you insisted, sitting up a little straighter. He followed. “No, it’s not.” You wanted to open up to him. You really did. You just didn’t know where to start. Although, it was pretty simple. “I’ve been single for a while.”
“How long?” Seokjin was instantly focused, attentive, noticing the change in your body language.
“Three years. My last relationship didn’t end very well.” You paused, wondering if you should continue. But then… It had been a massive part of your life. No matter how much time had passed and no matter how okay you were now, it had still happened. And Seokjin, he had trusted you enough to open up about his divorce – even before you’d gone on your first date. You wanted to talk about it. You really did.
“I found out my fiancé was cheating on me.”
Seokjin’s eyes widened, unable to cloak his surprise. He hadn’t been expecting that. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said sincerely.
“It’s fine,” you smiled. “It was rough getting over it. Took me a while, but it is what it is. It’s in the past now.”
“Did it put you off dating?”
You were pleasantly surprised to find it was actually easy to talk to Seokjin about this. Your mouth was opening before you had to think about it. “I mean, at first. I was still very much in love with him, even after he broke my heart. But I got over him and I started dating again – briefly – It just didn’t feel right.” You stopped to smile. “It’s been over a year and I can’t say I missed it… but you…” Nerves growing, you pushed them away. “You’ve changed that. I’m having fun.”
Seokjin’s face lit up and he chuckled. “I did hit second date status after all.”
“You did…”
“So,” he leaned closer, a small smirk on his face. “You could say, hitting your car that day wasn’t actually my fault because it was supposed to happen.”
You snorted as you laughed, head falling against the back of the couch. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
He made a sound. “But we wouldn’t have met otherwise.”
“We would!” You exclaimed. “The parent-teacher meeting.”
He blinked, feeling dumb. “Oh, yeah.”
It wouldn’t have had the same effect, granted, but you would have become acquainted with one another regardless. “Would you have still liked me?” You asked without thinking, surprising yourself.
“Yes,” he replied immediately. “I was instantly attracted to you after all, it’s just…” Instantly attracted? Definitely a charmer... “There would’ve been no way for me to get to know you like I did.”
You narrowed your eyes. “You’re really adamant that you had to reverse into my car to make this work, huh.”
He shrugged casually. “It was the only way.”
You laughed quietly, finishing the last of your drink. Time was getting on, it was pretty late, Seokjin had already finished his, you watched him sit up to lean forward and place the glass on your coffee table. His shirt tightened across his shoulder blades and you could see his back muscles as he stretched. Oh.
Settling back into the same position, he looked over at you and grinned. His teeth were perfect. Did this man have zero flaws? Why were you so whipped? It was embarrassing.
“I had fun tonight,” you told him, trying to keep a lid on whatever was going on with you right now.
He seemed pleased with that, nodding his head. “I’m happy to hear that you think I’m a fun person.”
You scoffed, body falling closer to his. Your shoulders brushed together. Seokjin didn’t take his eyes off you. “Hm. I don’t think I said that.”
“Hey, don’t be so mean.” He murmured, one side of his mouth quirking up.
Like you couldn’t stop yourself, your hand reached for the collar of shirt. He had the top two buttons loose and your pinkie finger brushed against his collarbone. Sparks flew, but you tried to ignore them. “I thought you liked it when I was mean.” You teased, voice low.
Seokjin hummed, his eyes still twinkled like they always did but there was something else to them, a depth that made you feel funny. He sunk closer to you. So close you could study the thick curve of his eyelashes, notice that both his eyelids were different. He really did have beautiful eyes. You could stare at them forever.
Preoccupied, you slowly realised that he was watching you too, studying your features in the golden glow of the floor lamp that hovered over the couch. His lips parted, you heard them rather than saw it, but then your attention was on them again. Just like it had been earlier on in the night. He was staring at yours too as he spoke. “I wanted to kiss you last week.”
You heartbeat quickened but you tried to keep cool. “You did kiss me.” You laughed.
He sighed. “On the cheek.”
You lightly tugged his collar, fingertips now brushing the skin of his chest. “Isn’t that what you said you wanted to do?”
You could feel his own heartbeat against your forearm that was pressed into him. It was definitely running a little faster than it was supposed to – stronger. “Yes, but…” He glanced up to your eyes. “I was just being polite. I wanted to kiss your lips.”
It felt like you were holding your breath. Maybe you were, you just couldn’t think straight. Time seemed to stretch out, but you knew what you wanted. So you went after it. Giving him a small smile, you replied. “Maybe I wanted that too.”
He swallowed, voice so low now it was barely a murmur. “Is that an invitation?” His eyes bounced to your lips again, then back to your eyes as he asked permission. “Can I kiss you?”
You ever so slightly dragged your bottom lip beneath your teeth as you nodded, breath catching in your throat as Seokjin leaned forward and closed the distance between you. The hand in between your bodies moved to delicately hold the wrist of your arm against his chest, holding you there as his other hand reached for your jaw, angling your face to press a kiss to your mouth. His eyes were already closed so you followed.
He hummed at the contact, his lips soft and warm and you let yourself sink. His actions were light at first, faint as he kept constant pressure, as if he was familiarising himself with the sensation. You couldn’t even let yourself think about how this was the first kiss you’d shared with someone for a very long time. All that was going through your mind was how good it felt to be touched like this by him.
He readjusted the hand on your face, tucking some hair behind your ear to cup your cheek. You liked that. You liked it when he touched you, and he eased from your mouth completely before coming back with a firmer pressure. It was your turn to make a sound; a tiny gasp as your lips began to move together ever so slowly. He liked that, a hum of satisfaction vibrating against the soft skin of your lips. You clutched at his shirt, gathering the crisp cotton in your fist, that would surely turn it creased, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was too preoccupied with reaching for the glass you’d forgotten was hugged to your body by your free hand.
He unclasped it from your fingers and had no choice but to break away from your mouth to put it next to his on the coffee table. You whined, attempting to tug him back to you, and he chuckled, taking a hold of one of your hands. “I’ll be back,” he whispered, leaning forward to place the cocktail glass down.
And he was.
This time he used both of his hands to grasp your face and dive back in. He was more confident this time, moving in such a way his lips pried yours open. You reached for his shoulders, grasping them to hold him closer and this time you both made noises – sweet, quiet ones that worked beautiful together as your lips moulded with gradual urgency.
When your hands found the nape of his neck, fingers through his hair, he had to drag the tip of his tongue across your bottom lip, seeking entry. You met it with yours, tasting hints of pomegranate and lime with each wash of tongue. A hand of his slipped down to your side, stroking up and down the curve as if he couldn’t help but to touch you. He settled at your hip after a moment, the other splayed against the side of your neck, his thumb rolling small circles under your cheekbone.
This was getting addictive. You could tell by the way you moaned softly against each warm, wet curl of his tongue. This was everything you’d imagined and more – because you had imagined it. Late and secretly at night when you were trying to drift off to sleep and thoughts of lasagne were banished… You were glad your first kiss was here, inside, on your couch, because this wasn’t something for the open, your knees wouldn’t have been able to hold you up.
You could have kissed him forever, you mean, you definitely didn’t want it to stop but you pretty much had to. Breathing was a necessity, right? If you couldn’t breathe you wouldn’t be able to ever kiss Seokjin again and that would be absolutely awful…
You did it the right way though – gradually. Seokjin slowed it right down, only hints of his tongue left as he hummed indulgently, like he was savouring your taste before he had to inevitably pull away. It made your insides jump around like crazy, hearing him enjoying himself, and you tried your best to come to when he started easing the pressure of his lips, pressing small, chaste kisses to them instead as you ultimately (but slowly) broke apart.
You opened your eyes, blinking up at him, hands falling from his hair, aware you had become one with your cushions. You struggled to free yourself as he sat back and you watched him smile fondly at you. His breath was shaky – so was yours, and you were sure his hands trembled slightly as one reached up to scratch the back of his neck. His neck that was blotched with red, flushed, travelling to his cheeks. They were rosier than you’d ever seen them before. Your gut stirred.
“I’ve been dreaming of that,” he told you, before making a face at himself. “Too cringey?”
You giggled – it sounded foreign. “Just a bit.” But didn’t deter the fact you loved it.
You warmed when you felt him squeeze your hip, realising his hand was still there and you reached for it, tangling your fingers with his. He pulled them to his mouth, kissing your knuckles softly. His expression was thoughtful when he lowered your hands. “In all seriousness, thank you for giving me a chance, after well, you know, everything.”
You smiled, touched by his earnestness, but it was hard to keep a sane mind when his lips were as kiss bitten as they were – deep pink and glistening. You wanted to kiss his face off.
“It’s no problem,” you quipped, as if you were doing him a favour.
He chuckled tenderly, and luckily for you he was unable to stop himself from kissing you again. He reached forward, hooking a finger under your chin to press his mouth to yours softly. “I’d really love if we could keep on doing… this.” He murmured.
“The dating or the kissing,” you grinned, stealing another kiss in the process.
“Hm,” he contemplated. “Both preferably.”
And then you were on one another again, eager once more.
Although, you did manage to pull away briefly to tell him something, his mouth moving to the side of your face to kiss there instead as your hands dragged down his back. You were somehow able to get the words out – ones that made him laugh against your wet jaw.
“I’m so glad you hit my car.”
Written 2020 - 2021.
Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed.
© floralseokjin 2021
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Scared to Love
Pairing: JJ x Reader
Summary: You go from being best friends, to friends with benefits, to strangers with JJ Maybank. You tried your best not to fall in love with your best friend, but how could anyone not love the infamous Pogue?
Note: Sorry, I really suck a summaries. But I wanted to post something outside of my OBX rewrite so I hope you like it(:
Word Count 3.3k
Warnings: Mentions of abuse and divorce.
The beach is loud with teenagers holding red solo cups and cheering on their friends as they compete to out drink one another. The sky is dark and glittered with bright stars, but the night is still young, filled with both promises and threats. It’s another typical Friday night, surrounded by friends and strangers alike. You usually thrive at these kind of parties - the queen of beer pong, the hot girl dancing in the middle of the crowd like no one’s watching. You attract attention from all Outer Banks social groups - Pogues, Kooks, and Tourons. But now...
Now you wish you could hide from all of it.
If it were up to you, you would be at home, locked away in your room, watching Nicholas Sparks movies until you were no longer capable of crying. But lucky for you, you have best friends who don’t allow you to wallow in self pity. Sure, they let you cry on their shoulder, they rub your back, and tell you everything’s going to be okay. They compliment you. They tell you that you’re gonna go far in life and that you don’t need any man to make you feel like you deserve the world. But they also make sure that you don’t stay in your dark place. They would drag you out of there by your teeth and skin if they needed to. At the time, you can be pissed about it, but you learn to love them for it.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you smile once tonight.” John B walks up to you and offers a teasing smile. He moves to stand next to you, shoulder to shoulder, as you look out into the depth of the party from the edge.
“I’m trying to find a reason to,” You answer honestly. Your eyes stay trained on the blonde Pogue with a cute redhead wrapped in his arms. They’re swaying to the beat of the music that plays loudly through someone’s portable speaker. They both look happy, and the sight of it makes you physically nauseous.
John B follows your stare and sighs when he sees what’s got you so down. “Look, I don’t know what happened between you two -”
“It doesn’t matter.” You sip on your now lukewarm beer and tear your eyes away from the happy couple, or whatever they want to call themselves.
“It does,” John B says, making you look at him. “Because I can’t be in the same room as my two best friends anymore. I mean, seriously, what happened? Did you guys have a fight or something?”
You gnaw at your bottom lip and flick your gaze down at the sand. What you and JJ had was different than what you have with the rest of your best friends. The two of you have always been the closest. Your friend group first started as just you, JJ, and John B. John B always felt like the brother you never had. You loved and fought like siblings usually do. He told you the cold hard truth even when you didn’t want to hear it. You loved him, but not like you loved JJ. You were always aware of the way your heart swelled when JJ laughed, or how your skin tingled when he touched you, or how your chest tightened when he would come back to the Chateau and brag to everyone about his most recent hookup from the night before. The blonde held a special place in your heart that no body else could replace. Not even now.
It all started when you and JJ were left alone at the Chateau for an entire night. John B was somewhere else - probably with Sarah Cameron, who knows. JJ had come from another run-in with his dad and asked that you stay with him because he didn’t want to be alone. The two of you ended up getting high off of JJ’s good stuff. You think it was the most you ever smoked in your life. The two of you ordered pizza, and laughed at dumb youtube videos. For a few hours, you forgot that JJ had an abusive father or that you were caught between a custody battle with your own parents.
You don’t remember how or when it happened, but the air grew thick with tension and neither of you were laughing anymore. You remember looking into his blue eyes, the color of the ocean, which you always said fit the surfer perfectly. Next thing you know, his lips are on yours - softly at first, then into a rhythm that most resembled an insatiable hunger. He took you into the room he claimed as his, and then....and then he claimed you.
You woke up first that morning. Your stomach swirled with some kind of emotion you couldn’t exactly pin when you looked over at JJ’s bare back as he slept on his stomach. Maybe it was excitement, joy, bliss. Or maybe it was dread, guilt, fear. It wasn't a secret that you and relationships...well, they never ended well. You never stayed long enough to catch serious feelings for the other person. Kie seems to think it’s due to the disastrous relationship your own parents had, and you couldn’t help but wonder if she was right. Your parents spent the second half of your life tearing each other down, competing over who was able to hurt the other one more. You spent a lot of nights hiding under your covers as if that would protect you from your mothers screams or glasses breaking from your father’s rage. You saw what loving someone could do to people. Loving someone can make you hate someone.
And you didn’t want that to happen with JJ. You knew you were already in too deep. You became a bubbly school girl whenever he came around since you were ten. But you refused to let you and JJ become like your mom and dad. If you wanted to keep JJ around, you we’re going to have to keep him at a distance.
You knew you should have stopped it after the first time, but JJ was like a magnet you couldn’t detach yourself from. You both made a silent agreement that this would be a no strings attached situation. So off the books that even your closest friends didn’t know about it. At first it was fun and harmless - each of you got what you were craving the most, whether it be the comfort of the other person’s company or the high only that person could give the other. But inevitably, lines started to blur. You found yourself staring at your phone on days you didn’t spend together, wearing his hoodies just to feel closer to him because it hugged you in his scent, staying latched to his side at boneyard and Kook parties. You didn’t know if he felt the same way, and you didn’t let yourself find out. You put space between yourself and the infamous Pogue, only showing up in the middle of the night once a week instead of three to four. You tried talking to Tourons at parties - never going home with them but always having them as a back up option. You chose the seat furthest away from him during lunch at The Wreck, and made up excuses as to why you couldn’t go surfing with him in the early mornings. Slowly, you tried to go back to the way things were, but the further you separated from JJ, the greater the crack in your heart became.
Surprisingly, it was JJ who cut things off completely on a night you wanted to use to take your mind off the latest fight between your parents. Even with your father moved out of your family home, the screaming matches never stopped, and now they were trying to use you to pick sides. In the end, JJ did take your mind off your own family, but never in the way you expected him to.
“I don’t think we should do this anymore,” he told you as he slowly lifted your arms away from his shoulders.
“What? Why?” You looked at him with a tilted head and narrowed eyes. Your breathing became static and shallow, like you were on the verge of a panic attack.
“Because this was a bad idea, and it’s not healthy - me using you to forget about my dad, you using me to forget about your parents -”
“Using you?” You scoff and shake your head in disbelief. “You think that’s all this is?”
“Why did you come over here? Why today? Why right now?”
You clenched your teeth together and looked away from the boy who was now staring at you with a look that resembled pity. You wanted to tell him that sex wasn’t the only reason you find solace in his company. He made you feel safe and happy. He made you forget about the world’s problems with his jokes and stories. He made you laugh harder than anyone else could dream ever could. JJ is the first person you think of when you wake up and the person you dream about at night. But you couldn’t tell him this. Because that would mean admitting your stronger feelings for him. That would mean possibly destroying the relationship you already have with him,
Little did you know, not answering him would do the same thing.
“Fine,” You swallow back your tears and turn away to leave. You couldn’t stay here, standing in front of him for another second. Your felt embarrassed and ashamed. Like you had made a mistake that you can’t take back.
“Y/N -” JJ tried calling out to you, but you ignored him and slammed the door behind you.
You down the last of your beer and shake the empty cup. Ignoring John B’s question you walk past him. “I need another drink.”
John B shakes his head with frustration. Rolling his eyes he says, “He asks about you all the time. Talks about you non stop but won’t tell me why he won’t just call you up himself. And I don’t know what to tell him because by shutting him out, you’re shutting me out too.”
You swallow the lump in your throat and look down at the sand covering the toes of your sneakers. You hate that what John B said is true, and you hate even more that you don’t know how to fix it without seeing JJ Maybank. And you’re just not ready for that.
You didn’t see JJ turn his head at the sound of his best friend’s rising voice. No one in the crowd seemed to recognize the tension only a couple feet away, but he did. He watched from afar, noticing the space between you two and how stiff your bodies are. His heart tore into two, knowing he was the reason for their dispute. But he didn’t know what to do or how to fix it.
He thinks about you everyday, contemplates calling you up, or going to your house and apologizing personally. He misses you. He never meant to hurt you. But...he had to think of himself. And staying with you was killing him slowly. Because he knew you wouldn’t give him what he always dreamed of. A lifetime with you as his partner in crime. The love of his life. The mother to his children some day.
But everyday without you felt like another year had been tacked onto his life. Sometimes he thinks he’d rather just live through the heartbreak than never having you at all.
“You know what?” You say, “This was a bad idea. I’m just going to go.”
John B doesn’t stop you. He just watches you walk away. He bites his tongue because he knows whatever he wants to say in anger will only mask how he really feels - which is pity and sadness. Because he know something is is going on with you and he can’t help you - not until you let him.
“Leaving so soon?” A certain voice makes you stop in your tracks on the edge of the beach where people have parked their cars.
You squeeze your fists together to stop your hand from shaking and take three deep breaths to calm your racing heart. You slowly turn to look at him and suck your bottom lip in between your teeth. He looks the same. Shaggy blonde hair, beautiful tan skin, sparkling blue eyes. Although, he looks sheepish with his hands tucked into his cargo short pockets and his eyes narrowed in your direction. He looks sad. But that doesn’t make sense because he broke it off with you.
“I guess I’m just not in the party mood tonight,” You respond. JJ takes note of how empty your voice sounds.
“Y/N Y/L/N not in the party mood?” JJ tries to joke. “That’s unheard of.”
“What are you doing, JJ?” You ask impatiently. The longer you look at the boy you...well...the boy you don’t want to love, the harder it is to breathe. “Don’t you have a girl to entertain? She’s pretty, clearly into you-”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what?” You play dumb.
JJ sighs. “Look, I understand if you’re mad at me or something -”
“I’m not mad,” You deny with a shrug. “We fucked around for a little bit and then you moved on-”
“Don’t do that. Don’t act like what he had meant nothing -“
“Well did it? Mean anything?” You narrow your eyes and take another step closer to him. “Because from what you said, I was only using you! And you were only using me. That’s what you said!”
“I didn’t mean it like that. I -”
“What did you mean then?” You challenge him. You feel your eyes heat up with fresh tears and no matter how many times you try to blink them away, they threaten to fall. You feel a red blush rush up your neck as you look deep into his eyes, remembering the shame you felt that night. You never meant to make him feel like that’s all he was to you - a distraction or a quick fuck. He was still your best friend. And you ruined that, and there’s no one else to blame but yourself. Yet here you are, yelling at him because it was easier that way.
“I never meant for any of this to happen. I just - I just wanted my best friend back!”
You take a step back and look at him like the blonde just grew two heads. “I never left. I was there the entire time. You’re the one that ended things.”
“Because I loved you!” JJ yells at you, rendering you absolutely speechless. His words ring over your head like a chime, dancing beautifully through your ear drums. Despite his outburst of admittance of affection, he glares at you because how could you be so stupid not to see it?
“What?” Your voice is barely above a whisper and your own scowl is gone.
JJ runs his hands through his disheveled hair and curses to himself. “Fuck, Y/N, I loved you. I still love you. But I know how you feel about relationships and love and -” JJ sighs. “I didn’t want to lose you, but my god, it was killing me that I was giving my all and you would never -”
You feel your feet moving forward despite your brain and thoughts freezing completely.
You didn’t know how to feel. You just knew you needed to be near him. You wanted to feel his heart beat against his chest and his breath on your skin. You wanted to look him dead in the eyes and read his brain like an open book. You just wanted to be near him and somehow show him that you felt the same way.
Your hands cup his jaw to make him look at you. He looks pained - like a boy who had just been punched in the gut by his worst enemy, and it killed you to know you were the cause of it. You didn’t mean to. Little did he know you felt the same way. It was the reason you distanced yourself from him in the first place. You loved him. Fuck, you loved him so much. But you were scared. You didn’t want to end up like your parents. You’d rather die than learn to resent the blonde Pogue in front of you. But by trying to save your relationship, you ended up hurting yourself and JJ.
He keeps his eyes closed and tries to move his face out of your hands, but you stay strong and move even closer to him so that you’re chest to chest.
“I would.” Your voice is a whisper and your breath sends a rush of goosebumps down his neck. “Hey..” You whisper again and JJ opens his eyes to look at you. “I would. Because I love you too.”
JJ’s brows furrow. “What?”
“I was scared. I am scared.” You correct yourself. “I tried to turn it all off by distancing myself from you. I thought that maybe if I stopped -” You pause as a silent tear runs down your cheek. “I tried not to love you. God, I tried so hard. But I do, JJ. I love you so freaking much. But I’m terrified that -”
“Hey, hey.” As your hands fall, JJ’s go to your face to wipe away your tears with his thumbs. “We’re not like them.” He reads your mind perfectly. He knows about your parents’ divorce and the mental damage it’s caused you. “We’ll never be like them. You hear me?”
“How do you know that?” Your voice cracks.
“Because if I’ve got you, what do I have to be miserable about?” JJ grins as you giggle. You turn your head to place a kiss against the palm of his hand, ripping open a set of flutters through JJ’s abdomen.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. And I won’t hurt you either. I promise.”
You sniffle and bite your bottom lip as a smile spreads across you face. “So, are we really doing this?”
JJ nods as he leans in closer to you and pulls your chin up. “Yeah. We’re doing this.” He leans down and kisses you gently at first, letting the fireworks spark throughout your entire body, then moves his lips more passionately against yours.
Neither of you knew, but from afar, your best friends were watching behind a couple of trees with open mouths and wide eyes.
“Oh my god!” Sarah jumps up and down like a school girl. She always knew you and JJ had something stronger than the rest of the Pogues but never said anything.
“I knew it,” Kie shakes her head with a smirk.
“It’s about fucking time,” John B wraps his arms around his own girlfriend and kisses the top of her head. “I was going to kill them.”
“What?” Pope looks between his two best friends with furrowed brows. “You knew about this all along?”
John B scoffs, “How could you not?”
“Even I had a feeling something was going on,” Sarah giggles.
“Why do they have to be so fucking stubborn?” Kie says.
“Should we...I don’t know...congratulate them or something?” Pope asks awkwardly.
Kie pats Pope’s shoulder as she walks past him to go back to the party. “Absolutely not.”
“Yeah, I’m not going near them until morning,” John B says and grabs Sarah’s hand to lead her back to the keg to get another drink. “In fact, we should just steer clear of the Chateau for the entire night.”
You still had a lot to learn, but not letting your parents’ divorce dictate your life was the best lesson you learned. They can take whatever they want from you, but they weren’t going to take away your relationship with JJ. Because he’s the best thing that could have ever happened to you.
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Shush | Sawamura Daichi
Tags; Smut, Secret Sex, Sneaking Around, Oral
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Your chest heaves, the covers shifting between the dips of your breasts.
A head bobs underneath the sheets as you throw your own back into the pillow. Eyes rolling into your head, the sensation is overwhelming. The wet muscle slides in and out your velvet walls, your hands brushing his hair back, gripping the strands to steady your mind.
You fight back a moan, letting your hips buck at the feeling of your high so close you could taste it.
“Oh my God, Daichi.”
He pulls your legs in closer to him, his tongue fucking you deeper than before. The smirk on his lips is what edging you on.
“Sweetheart...” he mumbles against your smooth skin, kissing the inner part of your thighs. “Your dad is gonna kill me if he knows I’m here.”
You had pulled the sheets off him to see the captain’s lips covered in slick.
“Now behave for Daddy, or I’ll have to stuff your mouth.”
“Shut up, Daichi.” You giggle and he shoves his tongue in your hole forcing your head to slam back against the pillow. His thumb generously rubs circles into your swollen nub with the slightest touch. Those soft touches force you to focus on his finger tips as they pad you in between licks.
Your breathing is heavier than usual, Daichi knowing your high is building.
Is it his tongue or the thrill of not getting caught?
“Mmm you’re gonna cum for me baby, aren’t you?” He mumbles in between your legs, letting the slick coat him completely.
“Mmhmm.” You hum as he slides his single index finger into your overstimulated hole.
Your jaw drops without warning with a gasp slipping your drawl.
“Shhh.” The captain slowly pumps into your body, adding one more thick digit to stretch your walls.
Another moan louder than you expected runs by your mouth.
Daichi pulls the cover from his head, fingers still inside you and shoots you a look.
“Baby please.” He warns.
Nodding your head furiously, you whisper on to him.
“I’ll be good. I promise.” You gasp. “You just feel so good.”
He kisses your clit, continuing to feed your fleshy walls his long fingers. The way they swiftly moved in and out of your body as you muffled your moans made Daichi’s cock stiff into his sweatpants.
Your hips arch against his arms, you sucking in air through your teeth.
“Daichi...” you moan catching his attention. “Let me feel you.”
Your whiney moan makes his cock convulse, he sliding completely out of you, working his way up the sheets to see you face to face.
“Say that again. Just like that.” He whispers kissing your lips, his hidden hand freeing his cock to your entrance.
“Daichi...” you whine, your innocent eyes pleading with him for attention. “Let me feel you.”
Your pout pleases him, his swollen cock clearing room for himself along your tight cunt. His thick length closes each inch of your needy hole, those lips attaching themself to yours.
Thrusting in his thirsty manner, Daichi focuses a steady stride, allowing himself to feel your abused hole selfishly.
His teeth nibbles against your bottom taking it captive, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. The intense state he shares as he fills your cunt is enough to make you weak.
A burning sensation builds in your groin as he thrusts himself into you. Your hands read his muscles through each curve his body provides.
“You’re so tight, Baby.” He whispers. “It’s been forever.”
“Too long.” You whine pulsing him.
Daichi grips your hips pulling you into him with a clean smack.
“You’re so pretty when you take me. Such a good girl letting me fill you up.” His raspy voice pants into your neck. “I told you, you can take me.” Those perfect teeth graze your neck leaving bites, one stronger than the rest making your cunt ache.
He then pulls himself back, slowing his pace rubbing your clit.
Your walls suck him in tight, contracting around his girth, breath shortened by each thrust.
“Oh, my... shit baby.” He cups your mouth continuing to watch you quiver.
The way he takes control has your body reacting in waves of pleasure.
“That’s right. Cum for me. Cream on my cock baby.”
Your pussy swells on his cock, self control out the window with your gasp muffled by his large hands.
Those long strides don’t last for him; he already losing focus feeling your warm honey against his length.
“I’m gonna cum.” He moans. “Where should I cum?”
He doesn’t give you time to answer, white spurts dressing yourself from core to sheet. He tried to pull out, for the most part he being successful.
His body convulses as he watches you come down. Laid back, your arms cease your stomach letting the cool feeling of cum slide down the back of your thigh. Your pussy drips with creamy white fluids matching the cock he wipes with a towel. A puddle underneath your ass on the sheets, Daichi admires the mess he made of you.
“You look so pretty dripping in cum.” He leans forward, dabbing your folds with the piece of cloth.
Your chest heaves once more as you ride your high. “Those pretty lips... my baby feels good doesn’t she?”
He rubs your thigh making you take a peak at the athlete before you.
“I love it when you fuck me like that.”
“Like what?” He raises a brow, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.
“You know...” you flush while he chuckles.
“Like I love you?”
You nod sheepishly covering your face with an arm thrown over your eyes once more.
“Why wouldn’t I?” He coos an awe, lying beside you.
“I don’t know... it just feels different when you do it... like that.” Your voice is soft and sweet, your shyness getting the best of you, one thing he always found adorable.
Your legs spread out in front of you, knees risen just enough for your sweet pussy to make an appearance after being all fucked out.
“You’re cute.” He kisses your temple pulling you into him. “Ugh how much longer will you be home for?” His frustration masks his face whilst you lie against his chest.
“For the end of the holidays, then I have to go back to the dorms.”
Daichi let’s out a groan, his two forefingers tilting your chin in his favor.
“Come live with me.”
“What?” You blush at his sudden suggestion.
“You heard me. I have a place a little closer to school than here.” You sit up in his arms, leaning into his chest inches away from his face. “I can’t stand being away from you.” He kisses your nose. “You’ll get to see me everyday.”
“Daichi, I still have a few semesters.”
“I know, I know. But listen. It’ll be worth it. I’ll take care of you and we won’t have to sneak around like this.”
You balance yourself on his hips, he lacing his fingers in yours with a smile.
“Ok. Ok let’s do it.”
“You will?” His eyes perk up and you nod. “Oh my goodness.” He breaks from your hands, grasping your naked body into his. “That makes me so happy!” He shouts with his lips kissing your temple. “God I love you.”
He combs his fingers through your hair on a brief moment of silence. The serenity you felt in his arms was cut short by a brash round of knocks hitting the door.
“Y/n, ask Daichi if he’s staying for breakfast.” Your mom calls from the other side of the door, the red lights of the alarm clock reading 5:42. The drop in your heart and the ring of your ears overpowers any word said after that.
The red blush creeps to his ears to match his eyes enlarged with shock and embarrassment.
“Err thanks... I will.”
“Perfect. I’d advise you shimming down the drain pipe so her father won’t ruin your plans.” Your mother laughs leaving you two with your embarrassment.
“That was all you, Sawamura. They’re gonna kill me.” You poke him chest and he shrugs.
“Oh shush.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re not the one who has to crawl out the window.”
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what are you doing, step bro? (sakusa x f. reader)
summary: To your parents, Sakusa was the greatest son. To you, he was the best big brother you could’ve ever asked for, but you could only find that out with a little force.
a/n: i literally just started college so i won't have much time to write but i have some stories in my drafts that'll be posted in awhile lol. should i open requests for haikyuu drabbles since they're short but still entertaining?? idek i feel like no one is reading this rn LOL but if anyone is reading this, lmk ;)
(edit: I HAD TO REPOST THIS CS IT WASNT SHOWING UP IN TAGS so sorry if you already liked this post)
warnings: 18+, incest, mentions of drugging, mentions of somnophilia, mentions of parental neglect, noncon/dubcon/rape, sakusa is a dirty pervert i just don’t know how else to tag this, degradation, slight manipulation
"(Y/N), this is your new big brother, Kiyoomi," your mother said, holding tightly onto your small shoulders as you stood in front of her.
"You can refer to him as your nii-san from now on." Locking eyes with you was an older boy with long black wavy hair, two moles on the right side of his forehead, and a white face mask on the lower half of his face which blocked his nose and mouth. How odd, you thought. You could tell he was disinterested with how his eyes were blank as he stared at you.
That was the first time meeting your step brother, Sakusa Kiyoomi.
Being four years younger than Sakusa, you two never really got along. Of course you had to respect each other, but there was nothing to really talk about other than when his volleyball games were or unfulfilling small talks. Sometimes he would make snide remarks, asking if you even showered when your hair was only slightly messy or if a smart word ever came out of your mouth when you stumbled over your words. Sometimes he was just mean to you in general to the point where you would cry. You always tried to ignore it, though. That was when you were younger. You couldn’t help that you weren’t that smart and he was your nii-san after all. Your parents would brush it off.
You celebrated his victories together, only because you had to. I mean, you were the younger sister of one of the nation's top three aces in high school volleyball. There was no way your parents wouldn't celebrate. He was their pride and joy.
Smart, athletic, incredibly attractive — everything you felt like you could never live up to.
Your own biological mom so obviously and painfully liked him more than you.
Before you even entered high school, Sakusa was old enough to move out and go to college where he continued to play volleyball. When he visited during the holidays, you still wouldn't have decent conversations with him. He would still insult you. It even made you cringe when you had to call him nii-san. Why address him as your older brother when he didn't even act like it?
But you dealt with it because you had to.
Fresh out of Itachiyama Academy, you're focused on studying for entrance exams for colleges in your area rather than what would happen if you ever had to see Sakusa again. But, you were expecting to see him very soon.
Gentle knocks are heard from outside your door and before you can respond, your mom is already opening it.
"(Y/N), Omi is coming today and he's gonna be here for a week. I have to go to the grocery store to buy food and I'm gonna run other errands so it's gonna take awhile," she says, leaning her head into your room. You respond multiple times with "okay" so she can leave your room sooner.
Textbooks and notebooks are strewn across your bed with you on your stomach, trying to cram as much information in your head as possible.
"That means I might not be here in time for when he comes, so you have to open the door and greet him," she adds.
"What about dad?" you ask with a grimace. The most you would do is say hello and scurry back into your room.
She rolls her eyes at you. "He's working late again. You know that, (Y/N)." With a sigh, you agree and she finally leaves your room after bidding you a "goodbye."
You can't remember the last time you saw Sakusa, but it was probably almost half a year ago. Ever since he left for college, your parents were even more distant towards you. They probably felt like they didn't need to worry about you because you weren't doing anything important.
When Sakusa came over, he barely acknowledged you and you were okay with that because it meant he wouldn't be bothering you.
But that didn't mean his blank stare wouldn't catch your attention whenever you came out of your room to eat or use the restroom. The atmosphere felt...very odd around him. You couldn't necessarily come up with a reason why.
Suddenly, you hear knocking on the front door. It had to be at least an hour or two since your mom left and the thought of who was waiting at the door made your stomach churn.
"Nii-san is here," you mutter to yourself as you got up to open the door. Right as you open the door, Sakusa was staring down at you with the same blankness in his eyes from before with his usual face mask. His hair was shorter than you remember.
Mindlessly, his eyes seem to scan your body before returning to your face, making you feel self-conscious. You were only wearing black spandex shorts and a loose tank top. Subconsciously, you rub your arm and step back to make space.
"(Y/N)," Sakusa acknowledges you in a deadpan voice. It's no surprise to you.
"Hi, onii-san. How are you?" You try so hard to be polite, but Sakusa seemed to have a naturally dominant energy that overwhelmed your senses, even if he also seemed to have the personality of a jar of mayonnaise. You step aside so he can come in. He wore gray sweatpants and a black windbreaker that was zipped up all the way. As soon as he makes it inside, he removes his face mask, stuffs it in his pocket, and starts unzipping his jacket.
"I'm good," he hums, "Where's mom?" He places the backpack he was carrying on the couch and takes a seat as you close the door.
"She's out doing errands and dad is working. Do you want some tea?"
"Yes, please. Make sure you wash your hands before you do. Thank you," he said. You walk into the kitchen, muttering "germaphobe" under your breath at his extra request. Unbeknownst to you, he watched you from his place on the couch as you walked around the kitchen, pulling the tea kettle out of one of the bottom cabinets and looking for cups. His gaze followed the outline of your ass in those tiny shorts that hugged your bottom tightly.
"What college are you planning on going to, (Y/N)?"
"I'm not sure yet, but I'm applying to the college you're going to and three others," you replied from your spot near the counter.
Sakusa actually perks up at your answer. "Oh, cool. You'll love it there if you get in. Only if, though. You're not the brightest."
You couldn't help but let your face fall in a frown at his seemingly small comment. Quickly, you compose yourself and brush off his remark. You got the water boiling in the tea kettle and reached high for the teacups that were sitting on the top cabinets. Your stepdad definitely put them up there.
A presence looms close behind you, which makes your whole body automatically freeze and tense up. A veiny, bulky arm reaches up easily to grab the teacups while another one snakes around you to pull your tank top down as it was exposing your stomach. You're not sure if you're imagining it, but you definitely feel something stiff brushing up against your back.
"You need to be careful. Don't wanna hurt yourself, do you?" Sakusa commented, leaning forward so his mouth was right next to your ear. A blush found its way onto your cheeks from feeling him so close to you.
He usually hated being so close to people. What was so different today?
"R-right," you stuttered, "Thank you, nii-san."
Confrontation wasn't a strong trait of yours.
You guess that moment was when it started getting really weird between you two. You still had small talks from whenever he would actually see you come out of your room, but you wanted to avoid him as much as you could. However, that was hard when Sakusa insisted that you drank tea together every night and, of course, your parents insisted, too.
Your nii-san wants to spend more time with you, they would say excitedly. Better late than never!
Maybe if he was showing the slightest bit of interest in you, your parents would finally care about you. So, with much hesitation, you started drinking tea with your step brother every night. Sakusa even made the tea himself so his poor little sister wouldn't tire herself out with carrying that heavy teapot.
You're still not sure if you're imagining things, but the tea tasted different from how you made it. And you swear that the tea didn't make you so sleepy after drinking it until he started making it.
"Come here," Sakusa would say with a smirk, "Onii-san will take you to bed."
You would pass out before you even made it to bed, but every morning you woke up with sticky thighs, only blaming it on sweating while you were sleeping.
Until one day, you didn't drink all the tea that he made you. You still fell asleep, though. Your brain was hazy enough to make you lose consciousness as he helped you up from your seat in the kitchen.
Sakusa laid next to you on your bed. You were placed on your side so he could slide under the sheets right behind you to press his hardened length against your ass. This was his favorite part of the night. He spent a few minutes playing with your cunt to make it slick enough for him to let his cock break through your walls.
You barely stirred awake. Didn't even move an inch as he caressed every part of your body, from your soft nipples to the sensitive nub between your thighs.
He pushed the elastic of his sweatpants down to his thighs quickly. His cock hit your ass before settling between your folds. A satisfied moan leaves his lips when he feels your wetness coating the top part of his shaft as he rubbed it against you. He hooked his arm around one of your legs so that you were spread open enough for him to fuck you and rub your clit at the same time with his other hand.
He wanted that sweet nectar completely coating his dick. He remembers the way you tasted and how you came on his tongue the night before, despite being blacked out from the little pills he would dissolve in your drinks. You tasted so clean and smelled so fresh. It was impossible for your nii-san to control himself around you.
And when did your ass look so good? God...Sakusa couldn't believe he never noticed how cute and well-shaped you were. You weren't that little girl he met when you were both kids. You were pushing adulthood now. Still pathetic looking, still too shy, still small around him, but fuck, he definitely would have pushed you over the counter the first day he came over and fucked you until you were crying and gagging.
He continued rubbing circles onto your clit and letting his cock soak up your juices. Gently, he positions the tip at your entrances and pushes in slowly.
"There you go," he whispers in your ear, "I know it's a little big. Don't worry."
He manages to fill you up all the way, making him groan. Your walls were tight around him. He thrusts in and out of you carefully, salvaging the feeling of your slick interior.
But you didn't drink all the tea, which means that you could wake up earlier than he expected.
Sakusa didn't expect you to wake up now.
You stirred slightly as you regained consciousness. Although your eyelids were heavy, you tried to force them open only to be met with darkness.
"Mmm," you croaked, rubbing your eyes. The odd feeling of being filled up suddenly made you wake up more. "W-what's going on?"
"Fuck," Sakusa muttered from behind you. You felt a hard chest pressed against your back and...a hand on your pussy. No, something inside your pussy. And that voice was so familiar.
You quickly whip your head around when the realization dawns on you. What the fuck is happening? While your eyes adjust to the dark room, you see two familiar eyes staring straight back at you. He stopped grinding his hips against you for a moment as if time stopped.
"...Nii-san?" you hesitated. His breathing was heavy and he stayed silent.
"Nii-san, what are you doing?" you asked in a panicked voice. You quickly tried to get up from your position, only to be held down by Sakusa’s muscular arms. His hand wrapped itself over your lips to prevent you from screaming.
“Be a good girl and stay quiet, (Y/N),” he whispered. A muffled scream tries to escape your lips. He continued to fuck you slowly, leaving a burning feeling in your walls. The same sore feeling that you would sometimes wake up to within the past few days.
For a moment, you pry his fingers off of your mouth. "I don't understand...Why are you...?" You yelped in surprise, horror, and pleasure as he delivered a sharp thrust from behind you. The smack of his hips against your bare ass made you cringe and feel so disgusted with yourself. Nii-san is actually inside me.
"My poor little sister," he chucked darkly. He suddenly wraps his arm around your knee tighter and forces your legs wide open, your knee almost touching your chest. Instead of putting his hand over your mouth to shut you up, he kneads your breast. His hands were so large.
"You think you can walk around the house looking like a little slut in those tiny shorts?" He stretches you open with his hard cock with slow, yet hard, thrusts. It left your mouth agape, but no sounds left your throat except for small squeaks that you couldn't hold back. "You stupid bitch. Just as dumb as I could remember. Fuck, you don't know how much I wanted to bend you over and fill you up with my cum like the stupid, desperate slut you are."
He was satisfied as you were barely fighting him. All you did was desperately search for something to hold onto and bite your lip because you were so scared. His words were painful. "Look at you. A waste of fucking space, only good as a fuck hole. Didn't even realize she was getting drugged and getting fucked every night because she's so fucking stupid."
Weak. That was all your brain was telling you, mocking you, as Sakusa didn't stop moving against you and insulting you. This wasn't the first time. It just so happened that this time you were able to wake up.
"I-I..." you stuttered, "I'll...I'll tell mom and dad." The sheets were gripped tightly between your fingers. "I'll tell them- mmmm...what nii-san has been doing to me..."
"If you tell mom and dad, they wouldn't even care," Sakusa said in a patronizing tone. The way his hand was caressing you made you wanna cry.
“They would!”
"Mom and dad don't even treat you like a daughter, (Y/N). When was the last time they told you they loved you?" Even if his question was rhetorical, your mind went completely blank. You can't recall a moment where they ever told you they loved you.
"B-but, this isn't right! You're not supposed to be doing this," you argued. It was a surprise that your mind wasn't completely clouded by how big his cock was and how his thrusts felt almost hateful.
"You think they would choose your side? You'd be ruining your own life. Maybe you'd ruin mine. And it'd be. All. Your. Fault." With each syllable, his movements became sharper. "You don't wanna betray your nii-san by saying something, do you?"
"You love your nii-san, right?"
You do. You love him so much, even if you tried to avoid him and he never said a single good thing to you in your whole damn life.
Because you have to love him.
You stopped gripping on the sheets to the point where your knuckles were turning ghostly white to brush away the tears rolling down your cheeks. Your body shook, from both crying because of Sakusa's painful words and how hard he was fucking you. The pleasure building up in your core was overwhelming you, making that intense feeling of having to pee forced out of you.
Hearing your sniffles and small cries, Sakusa pulls you even tighter against him, but doesn't stop his relentless thrusting. It turned him on even more. He pushes your hand to brush away your tears for you, like good big brothers should.
"It's okay, (Y/N). We both know mom and dad don't love you."
A loud cry erupted from your chest. Maybe if your parents cared about you, they'd be running to your room to save you the second you started crying. But, no. Sakusa was basking in the fact that you were hurting on the inside. After years of negligent silence, you were finally letting it all out.
"But nii-san loves you," he said with a smile.
Although his words seemed to stun your entire being, you manage to choke out a "What?" Like it was the first time someone ever told you that they love you.
His torturous thrusts almost distracted you. Fuck, why did it feel so good to have your step brother fucking you on your side like this?
"I love you." He sweetly grabs your face so you can turn your head to look at him. There was a pounding in your ears coming straight from your chest. A warm feeling spreads throughout your stomach.
"You...you love me, nii-san?"
"Of course I do." He was actually smiling at you, "If I didn't, would I be inside you right now?"
His face didn't seem so blank anymore. Sakusa never ever smiled at you. Hell, he never really smiled in general. Someone actually loved you. Holy shit. And he was even pounding away at your insides like you were a fuck doll.
Is that why he's so mean? Was he just trying to hide his feelings for you this whole time? You could die laughing right now. His cock felt so damn good rearranging your guts against your will yet you were struggling to accept it.
Your cheeks naturally puffed up in happiness as you smiled so brightly at him. The flip switched in your brain so easily. Without another word, Sakusa kissed you passionately, because he knew you would let him continue to ravage your body. Your hips began to buck from the pressure building up in your lower half and you starting pushing your hips towards him, welcoming his length inside you. It felt like you needed more of him. More of his love.
Love me.
"Nii-san," you gasped against his lips. His movements never faltered, which you figured was from his amazing athletic ability and stamina.
"Be a good little sister and cum on my cock," he coaxed. He could tell you were so close to cumming from how tightly your precious cunt was hugging his length and how you were squirming against him. You were both slick with sweat. As you started squirming more violently against him, Sakusa tightened his grip on you.
“I’m gonna cum,” you whined desperately, “Nii-san, I’m gonna cum!” You grabbed his arms and pushed your fingernails into his skin, making him hiss from the sudden pain. With a firm grip over your mouth, he muffles your screams. Satisfaction settled in your stomach as you exploded all over his cock. Your sweet juices trailed down your thighs onto the bedsheets.
As much as Sakusa wanted to, he couldn’t fill up your insides and see your hole dripping with his cum just yet. He quickly pulls out of you and lets his seed shoot onto the bare skin of your ass. The shock of your orgasm left your thighs trembling, your skin wet, and your eyes drooping.
“You’re the best little sister.”
You would’ve replied, but you could barely form any words as you lost consciousness again. When you woke up the next morning, you were fully dressed and cleaned up, with no stickiness between your thighs like how you used to wake up.
Sakusa actually cleaned you up this time. You felt your heart melt and butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
Everything seemed to go back to normal between you two, with the same small talks and not really seeing each other often, but he always had a knowing smirk on his face whenever he saw you.
Whenever his eyes would trail up your body to meet yours, you could feel a warmth in your stomach spread all throughout your body which forced you to look away quickly. Whenever he insulted you, you would feel your thighs press together. Whenever you caught yourself admiring his features when he replaced his face mask for a new one, you smiled softly to yourself.
When it was time for him to leave, you couldn’t help but let a few tears shed. He was all set to go, with his backpack on and his mask covering his face.
“Hey, don’t cry, (Y/N),” he cooed, wiping your tears away, “You know I won’t be gone forever.”
You sniffled, “I know. I just hate being here alone.” Well, not necessarily alone. You just hated being ignored and neglected just because you weren’t your brother.
“If you manage to get into my college, you can move in with me. How does that sound?” You instantly perk up and dry your tears with your shirt.
"Really?!” you asked with excitement. You imagine all the things you could do with your nii-san without your parents in the picture. You could go out together, hold hands, share kisses, just about anything. He could even fuck you whenever he wants.
These thoughts about your own step brother would've made you feel sick before.
But that was before you knew Sakusa loved you. Now, you couldn't help but ask your mom when the next time your nii-san would be coming to visit. While you were waiting for his next visit, you studied hard.
College would be so much fun with your nii-san with you!
Part 2
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SKZ vs. their crush
Pairing: Gender neutral Reader x Member
Word count: 3.9k
Genre: Fluff
Summary: It’s just them crushing on you
Warnings: -
Masterlist
A/n: I tried a different format this time and used bullet points rather than just making it like a full story since my brain was going crazy when I wrote this. Let me know which format you prefer and maybe I might incorporate both bullet points and the essay ones since I actually quite enjoy writing using both.
Chan
You guys only met because you knew Jeongin
The tiny babie brought you to meet his friends
Chan was smitten when he first met you
He thought you were so pretty when he saw you following behind Jeongin
“Innie,”
“Yeah?”
“Who is that?”
He wants Jeongin to introduce you two
Sensing the vibes, the maknae is more than happy to introduce you two
if he was being honest, he already knew Chan would pretty much fall in love with you immediately
Chan’s flustered when he introduces himself to you
He’s almost blubbering all over the place
You find it kinda cute but he’s scared you found him really weird
He tries to steal little moments to be with you
Like ‘accidentally’ bumping into you in the hallway
Or how he just so happens to walk into Jeongin’s room when you’re on a call with him
Or how he just so happens to be lingering around the flea market nearby your college campus
Chan takes care of you without even realising it
If you bump into each other he asks whether you’ve eaten or how your day is
He loves the way you seem to parent his friends like he does
“Jisung, put the knife down. You’re going to hurt somebody”
“Hehe, make me”
“PUT IT DOWN 〴⋋_⋌〵”
Chan’s surprised he listens to you
He loves how everyone only seems to listen if you’re the one talking too
If you’re hanging out with them at the dorms and Chan can’t seem to control everyone, you just step in
“Guys, please”
And suddenly the chaos has calmed down
Chan finds it amazing
Everyone just… stops when you ask them to
You find it amusing
It’s like watching a single dad trying to control his seven wild sons
He chases after Felix around the dorm a lot because he’s usually done something weird with Minho and Jisung
He manages to get your number using an excuse of needing you to calm down the boys
“Please… they don’t listen sometimes”
Jeongin finds reasons to push you two together
“Yay! You guys made—oH nO I ComPleTeLy foRgoT!!”
Leaves the two of you alone
He honestly just thinks you two should get together and so does the rest of the group
So they find excuses to get you two alone together
But your relationship takes f o r e v e r
Only because Chan wants to be absolutely certain that he likes you
He doesn’t want to commit to someone he’s worried he’s not sure of yet
Slowly but surely, he starts to ease into the relationship
He sends you music he thinks you’ll like
Eventually he’ll start sending you his own music
He only confesses when he’s absolutely sure he’s pretty much falling in love with you
The way he does it just wins your heart immediately if you weren’t already as whipped for him as he was
He writes a song for you (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡
Minho
Bumped into you at a dance studio he goes to often
He thinks your dancing is amazing
At first he doesn’t want to bother you
But then he’s all like “heyyyy I’m Minho”
And you’re pretty much taken away by how gorgeous the man is
Minho wouldn’t be too flustered
He would keep his cool around you
Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try to impress you with his sexy dance moves
Tries to win your heart the romantic way which doesn’t work because half the time you’re too busy dancing to actually realise he’s trying to flirt with you
“Hey, baby ;)”
“Huh?”
“Nothing”
Wonders whether he should just make a dedicated advance towards you
He likes your humour
It’s similar to his
You both just laugh at really weird stuff together
When you share your numbers, he sends you weird videos that he thinks you’ll like
Minho’s not much of a texter, but when you do get a message from him, it’s either something he’s really excited about or something really weird
Only realises he’s actually crushing on you when Changbin points it out
“Why are you so nice to them”
“Who?”
“(Y/n)”
Then Minho realises that he really likes you
Starts slowly working harder to win your heart
Helps you with your dancing
“Your body looks a bit stiff”
Buys you lunch
“I got you the lunch box from 7 11”
It’s always something you end up liking if you hadn’t tried it before
Buys you drinks from the vending machine
“What is this???”
It looks like a double shot coffee
“Energy?”
Minho doesn’t know either but you both drink it anyway
And end up being at the studio until 3 a.m. because you’re both so hyped with caffeine
Offers to walk you home if it’s getting late
“It’s not safe on your own”
“Minho, I’ll be fineeeee”
Doesn’t take no for an answer and forces you to let him
His advances work
You’re pretty much whipped for him by the time he confesses
Which Minho does by buying you flowers and bringing it to the studio
Changbin
You work at the music shop that he goes to often
When he’s browsing the CD’s and the vinyls, he spots you at the counter
His heart almost explodes when he sees you
The first thing that caught his eye was the way you were dressed
:0
Fits Changbin’s style
He’s nervous to approach you with the vinyl in his hand
Why was he so nervous?
Oh right, he was pretty much completely smitten by you
“Hi!”
He loves your voice even more
“H-Hey,”
Changbin’s so nervous
He likes your bracelets too
He thinks they’re really cool
He ends up coming back a lot and you wonder why this man needs so many CD’s and vinyls
Eventually, he builds up the courage to talk to you
Changbin comes by every once in a while just to say hi
Sometimes he just comes in to talk to you during your break
You tell him you’ve always wanted to try making music
He tells you he makes music
You’re all :0
Changbin tells you about it
And you get really interested in his music
He starts coming after your shift or during your break to play you his songs
He gets all uwu when he sees the way your eyes shine
You have him wrapped around your finger without even knowing it
Doesn’t admit that he’s pretty much whipped
Even though he visits you almost every other day
And how he buys you your favourite snacks
Or how he stays way longer than he expected to just bcs he’s talking to you
You’re just as whipped tbh
You love talking to Changbin
You like his music taste and he’s fun to be around
Confesses to you by taking you out on a date
He brings you to his studio
Shows you how he makes music
He finds it adorable how you’re so amazed by his equipment
So he teaches you whatever he can in the time you’re together
You both spend the evening just messing around
You make a short track that you’re sure sounds really off
Changbin reassures you that it’s nice
He teaches you how to layer the different tracks
And eventually teaches you how to edit them despite the few hours you have
You’re so excited
He smiles every time he looks at you
Bcs you’re so adorable he feels like he might burst
Confesses at the end of the night
“I like you a lot”
He blurts it out and it catches you slightly off guard
But you like him back so it’s fine
Ends up offering to take you to the studio anytime you’re both free
Hyunjin
Met you through Felix
Felix invited you to play a game with him and his friends
Hyunjin hears your voice the first time and he’s already curious
He thinks you’re really chill and he likes your vibe
You end up playing more games with them
He ends up wanting to get to know you more
The thing that honestly gets to him the most is the way you take every loss so lightheartedly
“There’s always another game”
You don’t rage or stress out over it
Over time, he starts spending one-on-one time with you
Until you’re both just doing literally anything else but gaming together
He denies them as dates whenever his friends ask, claiming that it’s just friend time
Until one night you’re both awake at four a.m. and talking about everything and anything
He likes the way you think
“Hyunjin, did you know that sometimes in movies, they use trash cans to replicate tiger roars”
“What???”
He likes how you’re joking talking about starting a revolution
He knows you won’t
“So, yeah, fuck capitalism!”
“Yeah!”
He loves the fact that you’re so open about what you think even if it’s something small or weird
“Mercy’s ass is so thick… for what reason…”
“She’s a video game character??”
“Felix, her ass is so thick, she could kill someone with it”
Hyunjin loves hearing you rant about your day
“And?? It’s so stupid!!”
“Calm down, (Y/n)”
“Don’t tell me to calm down, you egg!”
Hyunjin thinks you’re adorable when you’re all riled up
He finds it amusing because he likes hearing you talk
“You live there too?”
He didn’t expect to be so close to you
“Yeah, that’s how I met Felix”
He never realised you and Felix knew each other in real life
You spend more time together
Talking about whatever comes to mind until the dead of night
Sometimes you watch movies together
You stay away from horror movies because he doesn’t like it that much
But you’re always talking about something with him
The two of you are always the last to leave the call because you end up talking after games
Hyunjin asks you out without even realising it sounds like a date
“Is that a date??”
“Sure”
He didn’t even realise he asked you out until after he’s left the call
?!?!?!?!
Goes into panic mode
He just asked you out!!!!
Starts asking Felix about you
He laughs at Hyunjin but helps him anyway
Shows him what you look like on your Instagram
Hyunjin thinks you’re so pretty on your posts
When he sees you in person for the first time
He’s so taken away
You’re gorgeous
Whatever feeling he didn’t realise he had for you comes rushing in
Hyunjin loves your laugh
You spend the whole day together just walking around town
It’s nice to hear his voice when it isn’t coming out of your headphones
By the time the date’s over, Hyunjin wants more of you
So he tells you he wants to take you out again while he’s walking you home
You accept
He turns to you with a c: before asking if he can kiss you
Jisung
You’re a barista at the cafe nearby the JYPe building
Jisung was designated as the drink buyer that time by the rest of his group
If he was having trouble remembering all their orders before
He has even bigger trouble now when he sees you
YOU LOOK SO CUTE IN YOUR APRON
He freezes the moment he sees you at the cashier
“Hi! What would you like?”
Jisung’s eyes go ◑.◑
“Uhm… sir?”
“Sorry!”
He struggles to get his order out properly
But you’re patient with him and even though he barely knows you
He likes that you are
Jisung’s watching you the entire time you make his order
He can’t take his eyes off of you
You do notice it, but you find him adorable so you don’t say anything
He seems to be easily flustered
When you hand him his order, he’s still a blubbering mess
“T-Thank you…”
Your name tag says (Y/n)
So he thanks you using your name which you smile
“Have a great day!”
Jisung comes back the next day
He doesn’t even need any drinks, he just wants to see you again
When he does, he feels all fluttery on the inside
“Welcome back”
He orders a dark chocolate smoothie and an iced mocha for Minho
Minho would kill him if he found out Jisung went to the cafe without him
Jisung sits at an empty table and watches you again
The next day, the cycle repeats
And the day after that
And the day after that
Minho follows him at some point, wondering why Jisung seems to obsessed with the place
“Why do you like this place so much?”
“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT”
Something’s definitely up with him
Minho only finds out when he sees the way Jisung’s face seems to light up when he sees you
“You like the barista, don’t you”
“WHAT BARISTA ಠoಠ”
That’s all he needs to confirm it
Minho lets Jisung order, seeing just how excited and giddy he is when he’s talking to you
Jisung’s practically bouncing up and down while you talk to him
When they leave, Minho’s all up in it
“You really like them, huh”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about >:c”
Knowing Jisung, he wouldn’t do anything about it
So Minho takes it into his own hands to bring you two together
The group is having a mini event and they need someone to serve drinks
Who else to ask other than you?
Jisung’s eyes almost bulge out of his skull when he sees you because
What are you doing here????
He’s so nervous
Minho practically shoves him your way
Again, you find him so cute that you don’t even realise he’s practically dying to know you more
“Hi Jisung!”
You learned his name over the course of him constantly coming back and Jisung just loves hearing it from you
“Hi (Y/n)”
“I can’t make anything ice blended, but I can trade if for an iced dark chocolate”
“Okay!”
As long as you make it, he’ll take it
The event comes to an end but Jisung’s pretty much spent more time with you rather than his group mates
Even they’re amused by how into you he obviously is
“Hey Jisung”
You stop him before you leave and he’s immediately at your side
“Since you keep coming over, here’s my number”
◑.◑
“Give me a call before you come in so that I can have your drink ready for you to pick up”
He’s so happy :D
He sends you pictures of cute animals and random snippets of his music
Felix
Met you through League of Legends
You have good synergy so you became friends through that
At first, he only managed to play with you occasionally
When he’s able to, he notices how you always sound so bright
“Hi Felix!”
He likes playing with you
You’re laid-back
You don’t stress over losses too much
“Ah, what to do?”
But when you’re irritated, Felix finds it funny
“Fucking asshole!”
“You were in the way, (Y/n)”
“Shut the fuck up!”
You’re so funny to him
“Felix, don’t go into bush”
“I can bait them”
“DON’T”
His character dies
“Oops ( ͡° ͜V ͡°)”
“-`д´-”
You’re easy to game with and that’s what he admires the most right off the bat
You always seem to be up for games
Even when he’s not able to play, whenever he logs into Discord he sees you’re online
Wonders whether you sleep at all
“I don’t need sleep. I am gamerrrr. Gamers don’t sleep”
“Please sleep”
“Lix, sleep is for the weak and I’m not weak”
“You passed out last night in call”
Honestly slightly concerned for you
Overtime he realises that he really looks forward to games with you
Before Felix would just go to sleep after practice or shows
But he’ll start waiting to see if you’re up for even one game
Which you always are
Slowly starts spending time with you just talking
Eventually it leads to the both of you staying up until 5 a.m. laughing at really stupid memes
During the day when Felix can’t join call
He sends you funny tiktoks and memes
You appreciate it because you like him
But you don’t admit it because you’ve never met him in person before
Until you both find out that you live only a few hours away from him
Invites you down to Seoul to spend time with him
You’re nervous
Felix is nervous
He knows what you look like
You exchanged Snapchats and started streaking a while before
He sends you funny pictures of his members
You send him selfies with random filters
But nothing could prepare him for when you appear from around the corner
He sees you appear and he’s all (゜ロ゜)
Your photos don’t do your natural beauty any justice
Is a bit of a mess when you’re walking around together
Eventually loosens up around you
Compliments you a lot and it makes you blush
You spend the day just wandering around the place
Felix takes you to his favourite places and favourite cafes
He wants to share his favourite things with you
You find it endearing
Tries to make you laugh a lot because he’s just grown to really like the sound of your voice
Since you’ve spent most of your time talking over call
Felix just loves hearing your voice
When the day’s over
He asks for more nights that aren’t just filled with games because owo he wants to do more with you
Seungmin
Bumped into you at JYPe because you were visiting a friend
Hears you singing with Yeji and he immediately falls in love with your voice
He peeks into the dance studio to see the two of you just sitting on the floor together
There’s no music
It’s just the two of you singing together
Your voice makes him :D
Seungmin leaves the two of you bcs he doesn’t want to intrude
But he ends up seeing you more often
Turns out you’re in Seoul for a while so you’re spending quite some time with Yeji
He sees you in the hallways a lot
When you walk past each other, it’s always just a polite bow
You don’t really think much of Seungmin other than the fact that you think he’s pretty handsome
Yeji teases you for that
When you’re walking through the building to look for her
You hear someone singing in one of the rooms
You peek through the glass
It’s Seungmin!
ಠoಠ
And he’s so good
You listen from outside the door
You knew he was good since he was an idol
But you didn’t think that he was that good
You don’t even realise he’s done when the door swings open and you’re standing there
When Seungmin sees you, he realises you were most likely listening
Now you’re just staring at each other like
(ﾟωﾟ;)
Because now he knows you were listening
And now you know he knows
“Uhm…”
You’re embarrassed
You’re lucky Yeji pops from around the corner and your eyes plead for her to drag you away
Which she doesn’t
“Sunbaenim!”
“Hi Yeji”
“Have you met (Y/n) before?”
You actually want to tear her apart
“Not properly, no”
“Well... “
“WELL WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME”
You drag her away before she can say anything else
The next time you see Seungmin
You pass by him in the hallway once again while you’re looking for Yeji
“(Y/n)”
ಠ_ಠ
“We keep passing each other but we’ve yet to actually meet each other properly”
“Haha…”
“I know you were listening the other day”
“Haaahhhhhhaaaa…”
“I don’t mind that you did.”
“Huh”
You’re actually bit surprised that he doesn’t mind
“I overheard you and Yeji singing the other day in the dance room”
༼ : ౦ ‸ ౦ : ༽
“You sing really beautifully, (Y/n)”
There’s an awkward wall that takes a while before you two actually break it down
But when you do
It’s almost like you visit the building to see Seungmin rather than Yeji
She doesn’t mind since she saw it coming
Doesn’t mean she can’t tease you about it
Seungmin looks forward to having lunch with you in the cafeteria
At this point, the staff don’t even question your now daily appearance
You end up falling for Seungmin way faster than you thought possible
The feeling’s mutual
He just likes everything about you
You’re so sweet
You’re also really caring
He notices that when you follow him to the practice room where Stray Kids are
Changbin trips over Hyunjin’s legs
You’re rushing over to help without any of them really realising it
He loves how nice your voice is too
“Can you sing for me?”
You’re shook
You wonder why he wants to hear your voice specifically
“Your voice is just really nice
He realises he really likes you when you briefly disturb their practice to give Seungmin lunch
He briefly mentioned that he forgot his wallet and his lunch
Since you aren’t an idol or staff
You had to use your own money in the cafeteria
Seungmin’s heart flips at the realisation
Ends up asking you out so that you don’t have to spend so much time inside the JYPe building all the time
Jeongin
Meets you through Changbin
You went to the same high school as him and you kinda just stuck around
Changbin brings you to the dorm bcs he borrowed a hoodie
The entire dorm greets you really brightly
Jeongin’s the only one just watching in awe
He’s so shy when you wave at him
Seungmin notices and raises a brow
“I-I’m Jeongin”
“Hi Jeongin! Changbin talks about you guys a lot”
He’s so nervous
He wants to know you more, but he also doesn’t want to make it obvious that he’s taking interest in you
The others don’t really notice because they’re too excited by the new person
Seungmin, on the other hand, tells Changbin about it
Changbin now makes it his mission to bring you two together
He brings you over to the dorm more often
Especially if Jeongin’s the only one home
“(Y/n), you’ve met Innie before right?”
You nod
Jeongin’s adorable
Changbin ends up bringing you over for movie nights
Now you’re just an honorary member of the group
Everyone else loves you
Jeongin always tries to sit next to you during movie nights
Especially if it’s a horror movie
When you get scared, you hug his arm and he likes that
Makes him feel like he’s able to protect you like a big strong man ᕙ(`▽´)ᕗ
You kinda like him too
So you test the waters around him
You start talking to him more since Changbin told you he’s really shy
Jeongin slowly eases into your company
It takes a bit of time, but he’s started getting more confident around you
You visit the dorm thinking Changbin’s there because he stole your favourite belt
When Jeongin opens the door he’s all :D but when you ask where his hyung is he goes D:
Tells you he’s not home but lets you in anyway
No one else is home except for Jeongin and Chan
So you sit in the living room with Innie
You start talking about random things
You end up talking about almost everything because it turns out that Changbin’s gone way longer than both of you thought
Chan eventually emerges from his bedroom and waves at you
He orders fried chicken for you guys
You and Jeongin continue talking while eating
Chan finds it super cute
Jeongin’s playful around you
But he doesn’t want to make himself appear immature
But you like when he’s being playful so you slowly ease him into being more comfortable
He still just wants to impress you so you like him back
Wait, when did he start liking you???
He realised it when you were over for a regular movie night
You fell asleep in his lap
Jeongin thought you were so cute
When you wake up he asks you out
You accept
He cuddles you for the rest of the night and asks you to spend the night at the dorm
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