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fictoculus · 9 months

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as a cyno fan, i really loved your work "they're crying... but why" aaaaaa can i request for another cyno x reader one where cyno cried and theres reader who tried to comfort him? thanks a lot!

౨ৎ crying hcs; reverse comfort...

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FEAT... cyno

A/N... thanks so much for the request, i'm glad you liked my writing! i was slightly confused by your prompt (which isn't your fault dw ^^) so i decided to do heacanons with how you (reader) would comfort him and how he would act when upset rather than reasons why he's crying, i hope that's ok ♡

♪ it's very rare for cyno to let you see him when he cries, so when he's stood infront of you, shoulders slumped over and shaking, your heart ached.

♪ the two of you would stand for a moment, you being frozen with shock, cyno being too embarrassed to mutter a word. only when he starts to break down more do you snap yourself out of it, holding your arms out for him to lean into your chest; which he did.

♪ he seemed almost timid when he entered your arms, hiding his face in your chest, but not wrapping himself around you. instead, he stood with his arms stiff at his sides, his head buried in your shirt.

♪ you, however, do hold him, squeezing him slightly and rubbing circles on his back, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he let out choked sobs.

"you're ok, shhh, everything's gonna be ok..." "i love you... so much" "just let it all out, love, cry as much as you need"

♪ eventually, he does calm down, his breathing evening out, his shoulders no longer trembling under your touch. his face is still pressed into your chest though, and you can feel the dampness of his tears against you. you didn't mind, of course, but cyno made sure to apologise once he pulled away, wiping his face with his hands and sighing deeply

"i'm- sorry about that... i think i'm going to head back out, there are some things i need to finish up..." "no, stay"

♪ you'd insist, keeping a firm grip on his wrist as he tried to walk away; there's no way in teyvat that you'd let him keep working when he'd come to you crying.

♪ pulling him back towards you, you rest your hands on his shoulders, scanning his face for any signs of discomfort before kissing his nose. a few stray tears began to roll down his cheeks, but you kissed them away before he had the chance to wipe them away himself.

"you looked so... so broken when you came in, cyno. i can't let you go back out there when you're this upset... so please, stay?"

♪ he sighs, nodding meekly and looking into your eyes, seeing only a look of pure adoration...

"don't- don't look at me like that..." "like what?" "like that" "love, i think you're going to have to be more specific i-" "[name]" "alright, alright, i'm sorry"

♪ you apologise, stiiffling your laugh as you slide your hands down from his shoulders, intertwining your fingers with his. gently, you pull him behind you, taking the two of you to the bedroom where you'd cuddle until the sun sets.

♪ cuddles with cyno are more comforting and more cozy than any rainy evening, or any hot chocolate, or book, or candle; archons, it was better than all of those combined. the way he hugs you is just perfect, and he looks so pretty with his hair all in his face. you love his bedhead, being able to tuck stray hairs behind his ear is the thing you looks forward to every morning.

♪ however, because your poor boyfriend was upset, and probably feeling quite vulnerable, you decided to be the one holding him; wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into you, nestling your face in his hair and taking in his scent. he was quite flustered, to say the least, thinking you weren't aware of his flushed pink cheeks, or the way he jolted slightly when he felt your hands snaking around him.

"is this ok?" "... yes, just, don't let go, 'kay?" "i won't, i promise... get some sleep, love, you can tell me all about it tomorrow" "goodnight, [name], i love you" "i love you, cyno, sleep well"

♪ and with that, you kiss him goodnight, shuffling around slightly to find the perfect position, pulling the covers up so that they're just below cyno's nose, making sure he was comfortable before you let yourself drift off to sleep...

thanks for reading ♡ want to read more? my requests are OPEN, so please feel free to let me know what you'd like me to write next!

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 4 months

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A/N ::: Things are out of whack. So I'm writing ☺(smol-ey = smol smiley). This song has been on 100% repeat for the last several hours of my life and heavily inspired what is below. This is only Part I and I don't know how many there will be. But I've taken quite a few notes on it. I would just say be ready for more.

SFW ::: C/W ::: A-n-g-s-t & language. (aged up) ProHero!Katsuki x F!reader, things didn't turn out like either of them thought and they're doing their best to move on. But can they? Do they really even want to?

WC ::: Just under 700

Part II

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He called you at 8:04 that morning. And while you didn't answer, you did do him the courtesy of listening to his voicemail.

Katsuki's voice was gruff and rough around all of the edges. He didn't like that you probably looked at the phone when it began to ring and you either flipped it over or pushed the volume button to silence the ringtone that you two had so sweetly picked out together when you first got together 3 1/2 years ago.

The sound took you back to that time when everything was new and fun and so simple that you thought it would be like that forever. But you were harshly reminded that if things don't change, they will most likely die. It would take a miracle to figure out where, along the way, did you both change so much that you couldn't live together anymore.

"Oi, I know you're sitting there looking at your phone, listening to that fuckin' stupid little song we picked out on our 11th date. Yeah, course I remember. Anyway, uh, whatever. I mean, you needa come by and get the rest of your stuff outta here. I -” You heard a muffled sound as he tucked the phone away and yelled at someone. “- hold the fuck on, can you not see that I'm on the fuckin' phone? Jesus. Uh, um, oh. Get the rest of your shi- uh, stuff today. P-please. I'm off today and won't be home between 9 this morning to about 6 or 7 tomorrow morning. That should give you more than enough time to get everything. Ok? O-ok. Leave your ... key, too, I s'pose. Well, that's it. I lo- fuck! Bye, y/n."

The tears welled up in your eyes like they had everyday this week. As soon as you opened them to take in the empty space around you, in your bed, your bleak little apartment was a fucking joke compared to the place you two once lived together. And while you're the one who, for all intents and purposes, asked for this, you couldn't lie to yourself any longer: You did not want to be without him.

You did not want to be away from the man you loved with every cell of your stupid body. Every breath. Every heartbeat was the beating of a drum sounding out his praise. Every smile and every flutter of your eyelashes was because of him. God, you miss him.

But to just leave it at this? To let go completely? That would be an admission that it's how things will be from here on out. And you're just not ready for that to be your final answer.

Texting him back, in response to his call, you said as little as you could, still getting the point across. "Yeah, thanks for the heads-up. I'll take care of everything and leave my key on the kitchen counter by the coffee maker." You choked back a sob as you thought about all the times he set up the coffee the night before and climbed into bed with you. Wrapping his arms around you. Snuggling his face into your neck and telling you that he made it extra strong, just how you like it. And that he picked up your favorite creamer flavor - it was 2 for $7, so obviously he got you 2 of them because it would be fuckin' stupid not to.

It hurts to breathe. It hurts to walk. It hurts to be awake. You have all day and all night to get over there and clear out whatever is left of your lives together. To leave the one thing behind that could get you to him at any moment in time.

So, you threw on a pair of his old sweats, an old favorite shirt of his, and a hoodie with his Pro Hero name on it. Fixed your face. Put your hair back. Grabbed your purse and headed to your favorite coffee place to get something to appease this godforsaken headache you had brewing in the core of your brain and drove to his place.

You drove home.

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cowboy-lover69 · 4 months

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Do you ever think Atticus and Reader will like have an extremely late night because Reader won't shut up about gossip around the town, but like she doesn't mean harm by it, but Atticus is like 😐, sorry if this seems boring but I love your fics x

Midnight Gossip

hey, this was going to be longer but I can't seem to write longer fics as much as I want too, when I started writing this I was doing Y/N but it felt very clunky to write with so I just made an OC to replace it with, I hope you don't mind!

The time was getting onto around 9:30 pm, and Atticus was just about at his limit. He laid in bed, the book he was reading sat on his chest, flipped over. He groggily looked at Alice, who was rambling excitedly about the town gossip, which didn’t particularly interest him, especially when it was this late. Alice was from the city, he didn’t think she would pick up the small town mannerisms of the other woman who lived near them, but it didn’t seem that Alice struggled with that. He didn’t usually mind her gossip, he enjoyed her company, and if she enjoyed something he would do his best to enjoy that as well, but he was struggling tonight.

“And you know, Honey, I heard that Miss Stephanie has been having some sort of a aff---”

Atticus cut her off, in a need to get some sleep. This was far later than he would like to be up.

“Dear, it’s getting on late, and I hate to interrupt, but I have to sleep,” Atticus said, putting his book on the bedside table and rolling over to face Alice. She seemed a bit dampened after that, but not enough for Atticus to read in her pale face. His glasses were off so he currently could not see her face well, and he was as tired as a dog.

“Oh, okay. Well, no worries Honey, we can talk more tomorrow” Alice says.

“Yes, more tomorrow,” Atticus says exhausted, but also satisfied she didn’t get too upset. He rolls over and shuts off the lamp before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep the best he could.

The next morning Atticus noticed Alice had been acting a bit off. She left for work far earlier than she had to, which was strange because she always dreaded work. He worried something he had said last night had upset her, which he never meant to do.

Atticus out of his worry decided to ask his sister, in some ways, and for some things, he trusted her opinion. Alexandra was sitting out on the front porch, she glared out into the sunny summer street. Her sun had shaded the top of her face. Atticus stepped out on the porch, putting on the hat he had stored in his hand so he could shield himself from the sun.

“Where is Scout and Jem?” Atticus first asked.

“Just down the street at Miss Maudie's, I am sure she keeps them entertained.” she vaguely jested down the street with her hands.

There was a moment of silence where Atticus debated asking for advice. Alexandra has never been the best at advice, but he was sure it would help

“Sister, has Alice been acting a bit off this morning, or am I just not thinking right?”

Alexandra perked up and looked at Atticus, her eyebrows raised a bit.

“Acting strange? A little, but you know her better than I do, gosh. Maybe you should just ask her if everything is alright.”

Atticus was nervous to ask Alice just in case she would deflect the question like she tended to do, but it seemed his sister didn’t help much.

The next time they were alone together was the next night. He was reading and she was silent, not a word. She was lying on her back, her eyes closed but she was not sleeping. This proved to Atticus something was off. At night she would always talk to Atticus at least a bit. If she didn’t do that she was hanging on him. Atticus set his book on his bedside table and rolled over to face Alice.

“Everything alright, dear?” Atticus said in the softest tone he could muster.

“Huh me, am fine, just tired”

Just like he thought. She was deflecting. Or maybe there was nothing actually wrong, he thought. He decided to ask again.

“Are you sure? You've been acting off, and am worried I hurt your feelings.” Atticus took his hand and rubbed her forearm. His hand was rough against her soft skin, he worried it wasn’t helping much.

“It’s silly really” Alice says, retracting her arm slightly.

“Nothing is silly, tell me please.”

Alice sighed and glanced away, before returning her eyes back to Atticus. Her blue eyes looked slightly saddened, her hair covering them a bit.

“I guess I never thought about how you felt about me talking so much, like I do. I'm worried I've been bothering you without even realizing.”

That's it, Atticus thought. He was glad that she wasn’t mad at him. He wasn’t glad she was feeling a bit self conscious. He feels back for making her feel that way, but there probably not much he could have done in the way of preventing it.

“Oh dear, I apologize for making you feel like you bother me, you don’t. I was just tired, and usually I love hearing you speak, but sometimes I need my rest. It wasn’t anything against you, dear.” Atticus maintains eye contact with Alice, hoping to see her worries ease.

Alice nods slightly before Atticus speaks again. “Please dear, feel free to come to me if you ever feel upset again, or for anything you need. I love you and I want to make sure you're as pleasant and happy as you can be.”

Alice smiles at him, and places her hand on his face caressing his cheek before moving to kiss him. The kiss was soft and romantic, no sense of desire, just romance. Her lips were soft and slow as they kissed. They kissed for a while, at least it felt like that to him. She pulled away, and looked at Atticus again.

“Thank you, for being so caring and patient with me Atticus, and thank you for putting up with my gossip. I will do my best to try to keep in mind your feelings more often.” Alice says.

“Thank you dear, I think it’s getting a bit late and we should call it a night.”

Alice nods and Atticus rolls over and turns off the lamp illuminating the room. Then they sleep.

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nar-nia · 1 year

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6 p.m.

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warnings: none

Heeseung already waited at the door when you arrived back at your shared apartment, figure slumped with exhaustion. You didn't need to say anything, his arms immediately wrapped around you as you let the bag fall to the floor. Heeseung felt you almost melting against him, his hand drawing soothing circles on your back. It took a while until you finally returned the hug, your arms wrapping around his form to press him closer.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too," you mumbled. Even your voice sounded tired.

"Did you have a nice weekend?"

"I guess," you nodded. "It was okay."

Heeseung chuckled. He gripped your shoulders, his eyes scanning you before he pressed a small kiss onto your temple. "I think we should get you to bed."

"I'm sorry." You gave him a small pout. "I just feel so exhausted."

"You have nothing to be sorry about, love. We'll see each other again tomorrow morning."

"I know." Your pout only grew bigger when Heeseung pressed another kiss onto your temple, slowly leading you towards your bedroom. He sat you down on the bed, this time kissing you on the lips before he knelt down in front of you.

"Do you want to get changed by yourself or should I do that? Or do you want to sleep like this?"

"You," you just mumbled, eyes already on their way to closing themselves. "Please."

"Cute," Heeseung mumbled. He had to halt for a second, take you in. It was small moments like this that made him realize how much he was actually in love with you. Moments when you already knew each other so well that words weren't really needed, when the trust between you two became evident. He couldn't resist pressing another kiss on your cheek, one you only recognized with a quiet hum, before he carefully began undressing you. His eyes were focused on the movement on his hands, fingertips softly caressing your skin in an effort not to disturb the peace.

"I love you." Your words were slurred by now, Heeseung could see how much you were fighting to look at him right now. He couldn't help but find it adorable, how stubborn you were just to spend a few more minutes with him instead of finally giving in to sleep.

"I love you too."

"I don't want to sleep. Let's talk."

Heeseung chuckled as he pulled the rest of your shirt down. "You can barely think, love. We have more than enough time to talk tomorrow."

He gave you another kiss at your temple. "You're all dressed. Let's sleep please."

"But I missed you," you whined. "I haven't seen you the whole weekend."

"I know," Heeseung sighed. "But isn't it better to just catch up tomorrow? When we're both awake?"

"No."

"Okay. Give me a minute."

You nodded, eyes still fighting hard to stay open as you watched Heeseung change into his own pyjamas. "You can take longer, I am awake."

"Sure you are." Heeseung lied down next to you with a smile, pulling you closer towards him as his lips were once again connected to your temple.

"You do that a lot today," you muttered. "It's really sweet."

"Do I? Maybe because you're really sweet today."

You awed, snuggling closer towards him. Heeseung could have sworn your heart was bursting, his hand wandering into your hair to run his fingers through it.

"What do you want to talk about?" he whispered, his smile growing wider when he noticed how much harder it was for you to stay awake now after his small action.

"Just tell me something please. I missed your voice."

Heeseung hummed, his fingers continuing their soft movements in your hair. "We did some preparations for our new album. Learned some new dance steps."

"Oh?" You turned around, one arm lazily wrapped around Heeseungs waist now while your head was buried in his neck. "Please tell me you won't be thrusting on stage again."

Heeseungs laugh shook your body a bit, your arm tightening around him. "Don't laugh!"

"Sorry," he chuckled, leaning towards you as he kissed the top of your head. "I won't be thrusting. But there will be some hip shaking."

"Hmm." You went silent, and it kept dragging on until Heeseung thought you had already fallen asleep. Not that he would be surprised.

"You're too sexy. I need to gatekeep you more."

Heeseung suppressed another laugh when you spoke up after a while, instead covering you in more kisses. "I only care about being sexy for you anyway."

"Sexy? Sexhee." Now it was you who broke into a laugh, satisfied with your own joke.

"Only for you," Heeseung grinned. "But don't let my fans know."

"I will tell them all. They need to know you're mine."

Heeseungs heart was once again filled with fondness, his feeling threatening to overflow. There was nothing he wanted more than to scream out his love for you, and he almost did it - until he noticed how your breath had gotten slower, your whole posture now relaxed against his side. He couldn't resist kissing you again, now closing his eyes too when you didn't react anymore.

"I'm yours." His whisper disappeared in the dark room as you both fell into a deep slumber, holding each other close until the next morning.

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gavisuntiedboot · 1 year

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You are Everything (Gavi x reader)

28 day writing prompt challenge - prompts are linked here

Day 3: "I love you."

"Amor, turn the lights off and come to bed."

You and Gavi had been dating for several months now. Given the nature of his job, you didn't get to see him often if you weren't at his house. So this evening, like many others, you were at Pablo's apartment to spend the night so that you could have some quality time together. Unfortunately, you were also a university student, which meant that nights at Pablo's were never free from studying or homework. Tonight was no exception. You were sitting on the couch, laptop open in front of you with notes scattered as you tried to figure out your problem set.

"I can't right now, Pablo. I need to finish this."

"Amor, you can finish in the morning. Tomorrow is Sunday. Just get some sleep, and it might be easier to do when you're well rested."

You turned to look at Gavi, eyes tired and body aching. You pulled your glasses off your face. Before you could make a smart comment at him, your eyes began to water, and then you were crying. Gavi's concern was obvious. He got out of bed and came over to you, hugging your form that was shaking with sobs.

"Baby what happened?" He said, softly rubbing circles into your back. You couldn't speak. Sobs wracked your body. You used your remaining strength to stand, and Gavi took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you, embracing you tightly. You continued to cry into his shoulder. He switched off the light, leading both of you to the bed. He laid down with you, keeping you close to his chest. He rubbed circles into your back, placing gentle kisses on your forehead.

"I won't be able to do it Pablo. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever. I'm stupid. I don't know why I convinced myself I could do this degree. I'm an idiot and I should drop out." You said softly sniffling against his chest. He separated the two of you slightly, moving one hand up to caress your face.

"Amor don't ever say that about yourself. You are incredibly intelligent and hard working, and you are more than capable of finishing this degree with excellence. I see how much effort you put in. I see the dedication. I see the lack of sleep and sacrificing meals so you can keep studying. I see how you haul your books here every night so I can see you and you can get work done. I'm always in awe of how smart you are. My girl is wonderful and intelligent and sexy. Please don't allow yourself to think anything different. You're amazing."

Your eyes welled up with tears again.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because I love you. You're my girl."

Your breath caught in your throat. This was the first time either of you had said it. You stared deeply into his eyes, trying to decipher if he meant it in a romantic way or not.

"Pablo you don't even know what love is."

"Yes I do. Love is that feeling I get after every kiss, where my heart swells and I feel like I'm on another planet. It's the way that sometimes I look at you in the morning, with the sun hitting your face, and you're so beautiful it hurts to breathe. Everything in this world reminds me of you: the blue of the sky, the smell of the rain, the feeling of the sun on my skin. Everything makes me think of you, and you're all I want to think of. You are everything. I love you."

You looked up at him with wet eyes.

"Say it again."

"I," he kissed your forehead, "love," another kiss to the cheek, "you." He punctuated the statement with a deep and passionate kiss.

"I love you. I think I will continue loving you till I'm no longer on this Earth. I love you I love you I love you."

"Pablito... I love you too."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: a little short, but hope y'all enjoyed! I am literally falling asleep while typing. On a more personal note, I submitted my application for Grad school today. Clap for me pls. Part 3 of "Just Pretend" taking longer than I thought - sorry for the delay!

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mins-fins · 10 months

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caramel mocha? — sung hanbin

hanbin, calm and collected overconfident hanbin is freaking out at one in the morning over something so small.

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"you have got to be kidding me".

y/n, being the insomniac he is, jolted up at one in the morning for absolutely no reason and now could no longer go back to sleep. he decided water was his only escape.

so you can imagine his shock when he catches sung hanbin, the same sung hanbin who drilled into gunwook and yujin's head that they should go to sleep early and set alarms at the exactly correct time, awake in the kitchen aggressively stirring a cup of coffee.

y/n sighs, is this what he signed up for when he became a member of this group?

"hanbin".

"hi y/n" he greets with his signature smile, but his expression doesn't match his actions, as he now begins stirring faster, and even more aggressively.

"why won't it—"

"hanbin why are you awake?" y/n immediately asks, skipping all the small talk they were supposed to have or something. he rubs his eyes, seriously sleep deprived.

"it's nothing bad" hanbin responds, a bold faced lie. "i just wanted coffee, that's all".

"first of all, coffee at one in the morning and at all is pretty unhealthy for you" y/n points out, grabbing a glass so he could get his water. "and second of all, your a horrible liar".

"don't say that" hanbin spits back. "your making me doubt my own lying skills" his voice suddenly lowers, as if he's actually upset.

"you didn't answer my question".

"i did".

"no you didn't, you lied".

y/n is right, and hanbin knows that, he just knows him too well.

"how would you know?"

"because it's so obvious" y/n sighs, placing his now empty glass in the sink. "tell me the truth".

hanbin looks like he wants to, then he hesitates, then he looks like he wants to again. "i— it's embarrassing, i don't wanna say".

"i think whatever your about to say, i've probably heard much worse" y/n states, clearing his throat.

still, hanbin feels embarrassed, he looks back down towards his cup of coffee and sighs. "i feel nervous, about the showcase tomorrow and, god— it's embarrassing why am i even talking about this".

"embarrassing?" y/n inquires, and hanbin wants to punch him because of how casually he asks that. "trust and believe, hanbin, there's definitely been much worse, it took me almost two hours to get gyuvin to go to sleep".

hanbin remembers, that wasn't that long ago, gyuvin was complaining about not wanting to go to sleep at 9 pm, but as soon as y/n brought up the debut showcase, specifically a certain part of their debut song, gyuvin ran to his room and was asleep in seconds.

manipulation at it's finest.

hanbin smiles as he remembers that thought, but his smile fades when he hears y/n laugh, instead feeling his face go completely red.

"your nervous about debuting?"

"i guess" hanbin mutters, staring at the cup of coffee before him. "i mean— i usually don't feel like this at all, but for some reason since it's the night before now i feel even more nervous than i'm supposed to so—"

and then hanbin begins rambling, he doesn't remember the last time he ever rambled like this, not even to matthew, and y/n simply listens to every single thing he says.

it's like he's not missing a word, with the way he's staring at hanbin, so intensely but also not. his eyes are simply so pretty, hanbin thinks.

hanbin originally thinks that the room is just hot, they're in july! it's hot! that's why his face is heating up at this rapid rate, not because of y/n and how hard he's staring at him.

"oh god" hanbin covers his face with his hands, face getting even redder. "i was rambling wasn't i? i'm sorry, you know, it's the night before debut and i honestly just feel super overwhelmed—"

"you don't have to apologize" y/n cuts into his sentence, giving a small smile which makes hanbin's heart melt.

"i know.." he mumbles. "i just feel like i have to".

y/n gives a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "your stupid".

"hey!" hanbin yells, though softly due to mostly everyone being asleep. "don't call me stupid, i'm your leader".

"your still younger" the older says. "i don't care, i can tell you what to do".

"oh screw you y/n".

somehow, hanbin is still continuing with his coffee making, and he looks to y/n for a moment. "y/n what flavor should i make?"

"what?"

"tell me what flavor i should make" hanbin repeats, but this time he isn't asking. "caramel or mocha?"

"your seriously asking me about coffee flavors at one in the morning when we debut in four hours?"

"yes y/n, now tell me which flavor".

y/n blinks, rolling his eyes at how demanding hanbin had gotten in the span of a second. "just do caramel".

"but it doesn't taste that good at one am".

"so why did you ask me then?" y/n grits his teeth, annoyed by how dumb hanbin was acting.

"to get an opinion".

y/n scoffs, muttering a small "stupid.." under his breath, though a soft smile comes to his face. he hears hanbin give a small giggle, stirring his coffee even harder.

"y/n try this for me".

"i'm sorry?" he responds, and hanbin looks at him like he's crazy. "you want me to try your coffee?"

"yes".

"i don't like coffee".

hanbin rolls his eyes. "just try it, y/n, it's not like i'm forcing you to drink it or anything".

y/n narrows his eyes at the younger, whose simply playing with his spoon. he sighs and moves closer, pausing when he sees hanbin holding the spoon.

"what? are you gonna feed it to me?"

"you mean you don't want me to?" hanbin questions, a small smile coming to his face as he sees y/n's still deadpanned expression. "i'm doing you a favor".

"do you think i can't pick up a spoon?"

"will you let me feed you or not?" he retorts, now getting annoyed by y/n's constant questions. he just wants y/n to try the coffee, not because he totally wants to feed him or anything, of course not!

y/n sighs, inching closer. hanbin stares for a moment, feeling his face heat up as he notices how close he is.

KEEP. YOURSELF. TOGETHER. SUNG HANBIN.

his aggressive thoughts don't mirror his actions, fortunately, as he slides the spoon into y/n's mouth, he watches as he blinks, scrunching his nose at what he's tasting.

hanbin feels his breath get caught in his throat. he's going crazy in his head right now, he doesn't know how he keeps himself together.

or why he continues staring at y/n's lips..

"it's.." y/n begins, blinking as he scours his mind for the correct word to describe the taste. "okay".

"okay?"

"i told you, i don't like coffee" y/n states, shrugging as he's completely oblivious to how much hanbin is freaking out inside. "that should be considered a compliment".

hanbin narrows his eyes, but he laughs. y/n is simply so.. casual, hanbin loves him it for some reason, y/n laughs again.

he has such a pretty smile..hanbin thinks in his sleep deprived mind, staring at y/n with crazily enamored eyes.

"alright leader-nim" y/n begins teasingly, he's been calling hanbin that ever since his actual announcement as leader, but he never says it seriously. "it's time to go to sleep".

"no it's not".

y/n's face immediately drops, and he rolls his eyes. he doesn't care, he immediately grabs hanbin's arm and begins dragging him away from the kitchen, making the younger yelp at the sudden action.

"y/n! i don't want to go to sleep, i still have to drink my coffee".

"you are not drinking coffee at one am when you have a debut showcase at five am".

hanbin feels like a little kid being dragged back to bed by his mother, he doesn't want to sleep, because he can't, but he knows y/n is tired.

"y/n—"

"hanbin! your going to sleep! end of story!" y/n yells, staring at hanbin with that same deadpanned gaze.

"i'm not letting you be sleep deprived, i care about you, stupid.." y/n mutters the last part under his breath, not knowing hanbin caught it, and not knowing how red his face is.

"fine, i'll go to sleep, but—"

"but?"

hanbin eyes flicker down to the floor, and his face goes even more red. "can i sleep in your room?"

y/n gives a small chuckle. "did you have to ask?"

"yes, cause then you'd make fun of me".

"just let me take you to sleep, stupid".

hanbin gladly let him.

AUTHORS NOTE — i died then was resurrected then died again whilst writing this 😭 this is a filler because i still need to finish the matthew imagine that's been in my drafts for days my lord.. TY TO THE ZUMBLR DISCORD FOR ENCOURAGING ME TO FINISH THIS ILY ALL!!!

#sung hanbin #zerobaseone #zb1 #hanbin zb1 #zb1 hanbin #boys planet #boys planet imagines #boys planet scenarios #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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noroi1000 · 1 year

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You can't go there

A/n: I tried to make this cover. I can't draw, but it turned out pretty good in my opinion😅

paring: gojo x reader

wc:2.4k

tw: smut, Shibuya incident little spoiler, angst

You have prophetic dreams because of the cursed energy. Your dreams never showed everything directly. You must have guessed everything. That's why you didn't know most of the things. You guessed one dream in ten. Even though not all of them meant something... And now these dreams show you him, the clock showing the time, and also the cube lying in front of him.

The longer October lasts, the more afraid you are. You don't know why, but you are restless. You are stressed for a reason you do not know.

You have prophetic dreams because of the cursed energy. You may consider this to be your Jujutsu technique. However, you've never learned to control it in your life. You found out about the school that teaches jujutsu at a point when you were an adult. And that was after you started dating the tall white-haired man.

And then things happened that you had never experienced before. You've been much more at ease in your life. This man's aura calmed you down so much. He made you not afraid to go to sleep. Not like always. His mere presence was so pleasant to you.

The dreams that left you unsure of what would happen have vanished.

Your dreams never showed everything directly. You must have guessed everything. That's why you didn't know most of the things. You guessed one dream in ten. Even though not all of them meant something.

Some were about something that was going to happen, some had no hidden meaning at all.

It's just like you could know the match results, the exam results, or the next president before it's revealed.

But most of the time you don't care about something like that because you don't understand it anyway.

The only thing that was scariest about something you could learn was that two days later, after your sleep, your grandmother died. It was four years ago.

You wondered why all your loved ones were sitting around you, but she wasn't there. And there was also one free seat. Two days later you found out about her death.

Well, this is life. Everything happens. No matter how someone doesn't want something, it will happen someday. Death is inevitable. Just like the death of loved ones.

You couldn't prevent it, so you didn't bother to feel guilty. After all, even if you knew, you couldn't make your grandmother live.

It was a natural death. No attacks, no accident.

And your family doesn't want to hear about your dreams. They think you are making it up, and even if you don't, you can't tell them because it makes your family suffer.

When you said you saw a figure standing in the street with the lights on from the side, your father was one of many witnesses to a car hitting a woman in the street the next day. Fatal accident.

You promised yourself that you would never tell anyone about any dream again because it brings you terrible luck. Death, diseases, accidents. You won't say anything that might even be happy. You will just forget such dreams.

It worked up to this point.

But from the beginning of the month, chills begin to run down your spine.

You don't use cursed energy when you want to. You can't do that.

Even though you managed to make your dreams normal. Not predicting what will happen. You can't get rid of it.

For a month now you just dreamed of smiling Satoru. Which is standing in front of you.

Each night it was just a blink of a black background instead of a different image. Normal sleep was interrupted for a second so that you could see that radiant smile you love so much.

The face of the man you love. His whole.

Even if he wasn't moving, you knew he was laughing happily. Just like he does. Laughter comforting your soul every time.

Thanks to him, your life goes the way you want it to. Like normal loving people. You smile every morning when you wake up next to each other. You hug and kiss like there's no tomorrow. Even though there is always another day. And neither of you thought any day would be your last time.

The longer October lasted, the more uneasy you felt.

The nights became sleepless even in his arms. You saw Satoru in your dreams for longer and longer.

Until October 28, his image began to flash and a small cube appeared instead of it for a fraction of a second. It was like this several times before it reappeared completely.

October 29: you dream the same. A small cube that appears and disappears. A clock appears behind him which shows 9pm. Only that his smile was getting smaller. And you couldn't forget it.

An image that was different at the beginning. You dreamed a happy halloween. The day you were supposed to spend with Satoru together at home. Or go out to eat at the festival.

But now you don't think you want to go out.

You woke up crying against his chest.

You cuddled closer to him and then kissed his collarbone before you stepped gently from his arms and went to the bathroom.

Washing your face with cold water, you only looked at your tired eyes. Dreams keep you from sleeping. You don't understand what the point is. After all, you've never dreamed of anything like this.

When you left the room, you turned off the lights and went into the living room. You are not going to go back to this dream.

Besides, it was 2 am. It's already October 30. You've been in this dream for three hours. Looking for something to be horrible.

You also didn't want to go back to Satoru, because the longer you look at him, the more you will get the feeling that something might happen to him.

During Halloween. Tomorrow...

You want him to rest. To have a good night. So that he does not have to sleep with you constantly crying..

You settled yourself on the couch under the blanket and softly turned on the TV. There was nothing interesting at this hour, so you turned on some discussion program and stared blankly at the screen, not looking at the whole thing at all. You listened to what people said. To kill time somehow, you were distracting yourself.

Even if you really wanted to sleep. You didn't want to experience the same again.

You will not tell anyone about it because it will happen. And you don't want your Satoru standing in front of your ankle. You don't want this to ever happen. Because it's cruel. If something happens to him, you will definitely blame yourself...

You can't even think about it. It pains you that this can happen. You don't want to let Satoru go anywhere tomorrow. You prefer to sit at home with him, watch a movie. That's how to spend all Halloween. That there was no possibility that something would happen to him.

But you don't know if it's possible. He is a sorcerer. And if it is related to such magic, can you protect him from it at all? You're afraid it won't be possible. And if that's not possible, you'll lose it. Maybe even forever.

Suddenly you felt a gentle touch on your jaw. Then a big hand grabbed your chin. Your face was forced to face the ceiling.

You felt a pair of lips press against yours in such a kiss.

As Satoru pulled away you looked at his face in the light of the television.

"What are you watching?" he asked, letting go of your head and looked at the screen.

"They talk about watering roses in the garden." You said grabbing his hand as he rested his hands on the back of the couch.

"I didn't know you were interested in such programs." he laughed. "Especially since it's boring and you can only watch it in the middle of the night."

"This is probably the most interesting of all there is." You muttered.

He looked down at your head.

"Something happened, right?" He asked.

"Did I wake you on turning on the TV?"

"No. I woke up after your little kiss." He touched your collarbone with two fingers.

You smiled slightly.

He walked around the couch and sat down next to you.

"So you say they talk about roses, huh." he said as he put his arm behind your head.

"Now they are talking about sunflowers."

"What happened?"

"Nothing. I just couldn't sleep."

"So why are your eyes tired? And also why you almost fall asleep on top of me?"

He looked at your head and it fell over his shoulder.

"It's really nothing." You muttered.

"Eeeh... When you do that, it always feels like you don't trust me..."

"I trust you. As much as I love you."

"So tell me what's bothering you."

"... We can stay home all day tomorrow?"

"We were going to go to the park for the festival. There will be stands you wanted to come to." he smiled and licked at the thought of sweets and food.

"But I want to be home tomorrow. I changed my mind."

"Okay okay. What are we going to do?"

"And what do you want?"

"Eat, watch movies and– guess what."

His hand moved lower, running his fingers down your waist.

You know exactly what he means. And you are able to stay naked in bed all day long just to be with you.

"You know what I mean?" He gave you a toothy smile, full of playfulness and conceit.

"Yeah..." you smiled and reached behind one of the cushions on the couch.

A perverted boy like him would have something to be of use anywhere. No matter at what point.

"It's not fair you know all my hiding places!" he laughed pretending to be offended.

With a little smile, you took your panties off as you walked closer to him. You grabbed his sweatpants and lowered them along with his underwear, pulling the fabric down to his knees.

You saw his soft penis lying on his thigh. You squeezed lube from the bottle you found and smeared its length with a few strokes.

You climbed on his lap, positioning his wet head against your entrance.

"Don't you want to wait until I'm tough? Bad girl."

You started to put it inside until it slipped completely in. You felt it begin to expand inside you and harden.

He adjusted your hips and his a little, and holding your thighs he closed his eyes smiling.

"So warm and tight~." he sighed relaxed.

You didn't squeeze him as much as when he is hard. So now he could only relax in this pleasure as your walls squeeze him and make him harden and grow, only to fill you up at one point as much as he always does when he fucks you.

"But I can stay home as much as you want." He said pleased. "But tell me what happened."

Suddenly you felt a little sadder.

"Just... Just stay home with me... I want you to be with me. So that nothing happens. Let me not be alone."

"Okay. We are not going to the festival. We can stay home."

You thought this would be the end of your worries. But the festival wasn't meant to be your nightmare. After watching the movie and after dinner, you went to bed. And at 2 am something happened that made you cry again. This time more. This time you hugging him, with no option to let him go. Even if he was surprised, he was holding you just like you were holding him.

You saw the same as before. Satoru, but this time the cube did not disappear. Only Satoru's smile was gone. There were black spots all around. On his hands, on his face, on the floor. The clock continues showing 21 pm.

He calmed you so much. He said everything was fine. That all you dreamed of is nothing. That you don't have to worry.

He knew you were crying in a dream about him. And there was nothing he could do but keep your heart beating wildly.

You used to spend time together at home. Everything as it was meant to be. Just like you wanted. Together at home. Without being able to become something you don't want.

You told him that you saw him standing behind the little cube. With possibly blood all around. Without smile. And that at 9 p.m. On October 31 something could have happened.

He calmed you down saying you shouldn't worry about it.

You did.

You didn't care until someone called him and he quickly stood up putting on his sorcerer's uniform and a black blindfold.

Instead of hearing the words "take care of yourself" from your lips as he always did, he only heard your pleas and cry as you pulled on his hands and clothes. When you hit him in the chest and back when he wanted to walk.

Your screams to stay with you. Begging him not to go.

With just a small smile, he kissed you and pulled you away for a moment.

Only with a small smile he kissed you and moved away for a moment, he joined his hands in the familiar sign of his teleportation. He gave you another smile and said that everything would be fine.

"You can't go there !! Do not leave me! If you go now, you may not come back to me! You can not! Do not leave me alone..."

Even as you were on your knees with a great wave of tears running down your face, he couldn't leave everyone else to die.

Even though you were holding your arms with a loud sob, hugging yourself in a pitiful attempt to console yourself.

Just not to see him later.

To kneel now with the thought that something bad might happen.

Cry for being alone.

Beg even though your words will never be heard.

To tremble with cold and longing that can become an eternal longing.

Suffering because you know that Satoru may never come back to you.

Live with the knowledge that you already warned him. You told him that at 9 p.m. on October 31st, something that neither of you can ever undo.

You may not see each other.

After crying for hours, all you could be worried about was him. That your face was wet with tears and your eyes and throat ached couldn't be something you were worried about.

When it was 21 pm. you didn't feel relieved at all.

But you felt relieved when you saw something on your phone.

22:06

Satoru: Everything is fine. I'm on way home now❤️

#jjk #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo x you #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk satoru #Gojo #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo angst

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thewritingofspencerrose · 25 days

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masterlist

so this ended up a LOT longer than expected...

based on the first race of the 2024 season where Max's lead was... unbelievable at best

enjoy!

"Charlie, please."

"I cant be here when he gets back, Cherie, I-," And I can hear everything he is feeling in this one sigh. "He was more than 20 seconds ahead of me today, ahead of everyone."

"You know thats not-"

"Not what? Not what he meant to do? It's his job to drive, but it's not his job to be ahead of even his teammate by ten seconds and to then go for the fastest lap, for that one point that he won't need to end the season," Charlie just shakes his head, entire body tense and eyes glassy as he pulls the zipper of his suit case.

"Charlie-" I want to cry. This isn't how we wanted to start the season, Charles not even being able to be in the same room as Max. "I'm not going to let you go unless I know you have a plan."

The tears start to fall as I blink, slowly trailing down my cheeks with the same pace of Charles steps towards me, bag dragging along.

"I will go to Jeddah early as planned, but on my own, not on his plane," He explains quietly, pads of his thumbs wiping over my cheeks. "You are welcome to come with me-"

"He would think we left him," I can't help but interrupt, feeling like my heart is tearing. "He can't handle that, he's just getting to a good place."

And he sighs again, because he knows we can't both leave him.

He'd never recover.

"You stay here then, and I will see you in a couple days," He agrees, smiling sadly before leaning in and kissing the tip of my nose. "But I have to go before he gets back."

"Char-"

"Mon ange," He says this time, voice strict and I know for sure now that there is no changing his mind.

"I love you, please text me when you get to the airport," I request, pulling him into my arms and resting my head against his chest before pulling away, staying close as he leans down and presses his lips to my own. "We'll figure this out, just go take your time."

"Je vous aime," He purrs, kissing me one more time before walking towards the door, hand on the handle.

"Charles, you can't leave before I say it back," I remind, tears still streaming but a small smile on both our faces. Pausing for a moment, he just chuckles at my theatrics.

"So?"

"I love you too."

"Schatje? Liefje?" Max's tired voice reaches my ears an hour later, smelling of champagne and having a dopey smile from the joy of the day.

I love when he's like this.

And I hate what my words are about to do to his positive mood.

"Hi my love," I greet with a small smile, having already changed into the hoodie that Lando had gotten me for the boys and my anniversary, split down the center of Redbull and Ferrari.

"Charles in the shower?" Is his question as he leans down to kiss my cheek, "I wanted to check on him, he seemed upset after the race."

Oh God.

"About that," Is how I begin, his hands smoothing down my body and onto my hips, applying just the slightest bit of pressure. "Charlie took an earlier flight. He should be landing in Jeddah soon."

There's the drop of his expression that I didn't want to see.

"What? We were all meant to fly out tomorrow morning on my plane, weren't we? Did something change?"

"He- he's not handling Redbull's performance well," Is the most gentle way I can think to deliver the news, wrapping my arms around his neck, playing with the short pieces of hair at the bottom of his neck.

But he's unwrapping my wrists from his neck, taking a large step back as his entire face freezes over. "He left because he was jealous?"

"He wasn't-"

"You just said that he wasn't handling our performance well. Redbull's. My performance. So he left," Max states, and the usual care that's in his voice when he talks about Charles is gone. While I'm aware it's only momentary, we've been through so much worse for this to be longer than that.

But his eyes are cold, and it's as though I can physically see him withdrawing into himself, into that man the media believes him to be.

Strong. Cold. Unbreakable.

And I can't help but hate it.

This isn't Max, it's the walls he builds.

Fucking Jos Verstappen.

He's moving again before I can even say anything, "Pack up your stuff. Als hij zich als een kind wil gedragen en weg wil rennen, dan zullen we hem als een ouder achtervolgen (if he wants to act as a child and run away, then we will chase him down like a parent)," He grumbles, tossing clothes back into his suitcase.

"I have no idea what you just said, but okay, we can pack up."

"Mamma?" Max can hear her voice, but not see her.

Oh... She's hiding in his plane's bathroom. On the phone. Why?

"Mamma, I don't know how to fix it this time," Her sobs seep through the walls. "I know Max doesn't mean to be so far ahead, but Charles can't handle being torn down by the man he loves for another season. I had just gotten Charlie back up to his confidence before last season."

"Max can't stop from winning, but I can't help Charlie when he needs it. We promised Max we would never leave him and Charles left."

"We're on our way to Charles now. I just can't see watch them fight again, Mamma. My heart can't take it."

All Max can think is one thing.

What are they doing to her?

"Charles, open the door."

My hearts pounding, I should have taken more of my anxiety medication.

Or gotten high.

No... I haven't done that since college.

But I can't take this.

"Charlie," I can feel the lump in my throat as I say his name, "Please."

It takes a few moments, longer than I was hoping and enough for me to worry he may never open the door, before he does, his arms encompassing me before I even get a word out.

"Mon amour," He breathes out, pulling away enough to wipe the tears I hadn't noticed falling, my hands taking hold of his hoodie. Max's hoodie. "Please don't cry."

"Schatje?" Max's voice is soft, his tone as if he's afraid he's going to spook a deer.

Charles body tenses around my own, but he does move us further into the room, allowing Max to enter and close the door, laying our bags to the side.

"Can we please talk?"

"I left early to avoid talking."

"Charlie-"

"Mon -"

"If you two do can not talk this out like to people in a relationship, I'm going to stay with my mother."

That achieves both of their attention.

"Vous êtes quoi? (you're what?)"

"Je bent wat? (you're what?)"

"We shouldn't be in a relationship if we're unable to talk about our issues," I explain as I sit on the end of the bed. "Two and a half years in you would think we'd be better at this," my hands meeting my face.

"Charles," my eyes don't open, but I can hear the desperation which prompts me to peek. And when I do I want to continue my cry from the plane.

Charles has taken a seat on the side of the bed, Max holding his face as he kneels in front of him.

"You know I have no control over the team's differences in abilities. But I do play a part in how you feel. And I do know we both love her, and each other, too much to not talk this through."

"Mad Max Verstappen, are you being emotional?" Charlie questions, earning my full attention.

He's smiling, they both are, and they're both teary eyed.

And I throw myself on top of Charles back, toppling the both of us into Max and onto the floor.

"There's my boys."

#the writing of spencer rose #original character #formula 1 fanfiction #formula 1 #polyamourous #polyamory #lestappen #charles leclerc x oc #max verstappen x oc x charles leclerc #max verstappen x oc #lestappen x oc

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reg-arcturus-black · 10 months

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Enough is Full of Romance

Part 5 - The Morning After

Where 2 brilliant talented people fall in love and navigate a life filled with paprazzi, rumors and a private romance after being introduced by their common friend. They say wrong person, right timing is a real thing but Ben and Y/N know they have a deep connection and they will wait for however long it takes!

Warnings: a little suggestive content if you squint

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It took a second for Ben to realize what you meant. Truth be told, there was nothing he wanted more in this world than you. When you leaned in towards him, there was nothing he wanted more in the world than to capture your lips with his own. His heart was pounding against his chest when you moved even closer to him. He touched his nose to yours, making you smile.

However, that smile was soon replaced by a frown.

"Not tonight, Y/N," he said, slowly backing away but never leaving your hand.

"Why?" Your eyes were filled with tears and you looked close to crying. "Am I - Am I not beautiful enough? Do you not like me? Because I thought you said you were falling in love with me..."

He gently led you to your bed and sat down, asking you to do the same.

"You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, Y/N," he said softly as you sat next to him. His voice was earnest and full of love. "But you are drunk. I don't want you to take any decisions you might regret in the morning."

"I won't regret it, Ben. I know I won't."

"Even then, love," he bent down and unbuckled your sandals, taking them off. "What you need right now is sleep and rest and lots of water." He then handed you a bottle of water.

You had no idea how or even when he got that but you were grateful. You hadn't realised how thirsty you were until you had chugged the entire bottle down.

"You want more?" He asked, wiping you face gently with the sleeve of his jacket.

You turned towards him and rested your forehead on his. A gesture which he reciprocated instantly. "I want you, Ben..."

"Oh, the things I wanna do to you, Y/N," he chuckled softly. "But only when you're sober enough to make sense of them. I am so sorry. There is not a thing I will not do for you, love. But not this, not tonight."

You sighed deeply and fell back on to your bed, ready to embrace the sweet sense of sleep.

"Nuh-uh, no. Get up," he chided.

"What?"

"I have been in the make-up chair enough to know that you are supposed to take it off before you sleep. Come on!"

Groaning loudly, you got up and went towards the bathroom. Each step was torture and your headache that had already started wasn't helping much.

Closing the door behind you, you took a deep breath and turned on the shower. You prided yourself on being a hygienic person. Hot showers before bed were your favourite way of winding down before bed and you needed that especially that night.

When you finally came out with wet hair and your Hello Kitty pyjamas, Ben was standing by the door, waiting for you. You took a little longer than you had initially expected and were afraid he would have left.

"And here I thought you couldn't look any more beautiful!"

"Why, thank you," you said dramatically and did a little bow. "Wow, bad idea," you said as your head spinned due to the suddent movement and you almost fell down. Fortunately, however, Ben was there to catch you.

"Okay, you need to sleep," he said and helped you into your bed.

"I am sorry I sat on your bed without asking," he rubbed the back of his neck. "I shouldn't have done that."

"You are adorable," you chuckled and patted the space near you on the bed, asking him to sit. "I wish tonight didn't have to end."

"And why is that, Ms. Hello Kitty?"

"Because you're here with me... And... And... I love that... But it'll all end with the night... And you're here with me..." You sighed. By this point, your eyes had almost closed and you were barely awake.

"Well, that's a good thing because then tomorrow, I will be able to ask you out officially when you're not drunk and you will say yes and we will have all the time in the world. But that'll not happen unless the night ends."

"Then I hope the night ends right now."

Your words were slurring into each other at this point and he simply laughed and placed a small kiss on your forehead. However, he didn't leave after that like he had the last time. How could he? Especially when you had asked him to stay.

When he awoke at 3:00 am, he saw you snuggled into his side, sleeping peacefully. He knew he was ready to do anything and everything in his power to protect you because you made him feel something he never thought he would. He was feeling what he had read in books and watched in movies. He knew that in a matter of minutes, you had become his world.

After placing another gentle kiss on your forehead, he slowly tip toed out of his room, a smile playing on his face, thoughts of you clouding his mind.

However, he found Addison Madison waiting for him right outside, walking in the hallway with her arms crossed. He had no intentions of ever talking to her again. She didn't look like someone who truly cared about you. Or even if she did, that was none of his business. He had no interest in even looking at her, let alone having a conversation.

The moment she laid her eyes on Ben walking towards the staircase, she ran after him.

"So I cleared the pieces of glass from the stairs," she said.

"That's great!" He answered without looking back.

"So... About tonight..." She said.

Something in Ben snapped. He knew he didn't like this friend of yours, he just couldn't figure out why. Something about her seemed... Off... And it didn't sit right with him. Not only had she kissed the guy her best friend had a history with but also done it without actually asking.

"What about tonight?" He said sharply, turning around. "I'll tell you... Nothing. I didn't like what you did today and I would rather forget about this."

He had so much more to say but it wasn't his place to get between her and you. So for your sake, he kept quiet.

"Since we kissed, I thought we should go out. Because personally, I liked it." Her tone was flat.

"What? Why?" He asked in bewilderment.

"What do you mean why? I have so much to offer you. Like, an actual life instead of just acting. You have so much to offer me! Like dinner, lunch, even breakfast if I manage to wake up early enough for that. Gifts, publicity, you know? A girl's gotta eat and be famous in today's times."

Madison disgusted Ben. "Let me get one thing straight with you. We did not kiss, Madison. You kissed me. You must be a lovely girl, and I hope you are but I really like Y/N. So I am sorry, I don't think we will go out. Ever."

She let out a small chuckle, walking down a few steps to reach where Ben was. She put his hand on his face, making him feel uncomfortable. "Oh, trust me," she said in a voice which sounded icy cold. "We will."

You were awakened by your alarm ringing loudly. Not the best way to wake up when hungover.

You were aware of Ben's absence next to you but his kindness and thoughtfullness warmed your heart. Every cell of your body was sure the previous night that he would stay for a while and then leave after ensuring that you were finally asleep. He cared about you deeply but he would never spend the night in your bed when you were drunk and had practically no inhibitions.

"Make it stop," you groned, grabbing your pillow and placing it on your head, trying to block the noise. It rang for a few seconds before you heard heels clicking on your floor and someone turning it off.

"Good morning," you heard Madison coo. "I got some water, some juice and an aspirin.

"You are an angel," you said, getting up and taking the tray from her.

Madison sat there patiently while you took the medicine and drank the juice, giving you an encouraging smile every once in a while.

"Thanks, Mads, I am feeling better already..."

"Oh, no worries, I am known to have that effect on people," she laughed.

"Not just for this," you smiled. "For the party... For inviting Ben... I have no idea how you even managed to do that! Thank you so much! It means the world!"

"Oh, please ... All I had to do was track his agent down and contact him. Besides, this is the least I can do for my best friend."

"Madison, oh my God! I have so much to tell you!" You exclaimed.

"Oh my God then I have so much to listen to!" She said in the same tone, propping herself up on your bed and paying complete attention.

You found her paying so much attention to you a little unusual but choosing to not focus on it, you bit your lip, suppressing a squeal.

"You are so amazing for inviting Ben last night! I was so drunk but I remember everything and oh Lord you will never believe what happened!"

"Wait, really? Tell me! What was it like meeting your favourite celebrity again!"

"That's just it, Mads," you said shyly. "He - he became something more last night... And - and I was planning to wait for his call but I think I will just text him up front..."

"You need to tell me what happened!" She said excitedly.

"Well, we were laughing and drinking and I clicked a picture of him and we almost kissed!! In fact, I will text him right now!" You grabbed your phone and dropped a small but genuine text.

Last night was amazing, Ben! Thank you so much for being the gentleman that you are! Looking forward to your call! Xoxo

Madison's smile slowly vanished as she took in what you were saying.

"What's wrong, Mads? I thought you liked Ben..."

"I - I do... But well..."

"What is it, Madison?" You asked worriedly, taking her hands in yours and gripping them tightly.

You were too nervous to notice how roughly she pulled her hands away from yours.

"Okay, so you know how you know Ben? And I, too, met him at the party last night?"

You nodded.

"You and I have a relationship... You and Ben have a relationship and Ben and I have a relationship..."

You nodded again.

"These are three separate relationships which have nothing to do with each other you know... They can exist separately without mixing up into each other..."

"What are you trying to say, Mads?" You were growing impatient.

"I am saying that the three relationships between the three of us having nothing to do with each other and it should stay that way."

"I get it, Mads. The dynamic between us has nothing to do with the dynamic between Ben and I and Ben and you. What about it?" Something about this logic seemed flawed but there were more important things to focus on.

"Are you talking about this picture?" She asked, handing you the polaroid you took of Ben last night.

"I am, but where did you get it from? I had given this to Ben..."

"That's where I got it from," she shrugged.

"Okay... He must have had a reason," you tried to hide your disappointment.

"I know that reason..."

You waited for her to go on.

"Um... We are going out tomorrow," she admitted.

"Wait, what?" Your heart dropped to your stomach. This was not possible at all. Because a few hours back, he had said that he was falling in love with you, that he was going to ask you out officially and now he was going on a date with your best friend. Is that why she had brought up the whole 'three different relationships' things?

"I - I don't get it..." Your heart was shattering. After finally getting him, you were about to lose him again. You were so close. He had changed your world in ways he didn't even know.

Your thoughts would have been visible through your expressions because Madison said, "oh please, Y/N. Stop being so dramatic."

"I - How did this happen?" You asked, trying not to let your voice quiver.

"What do you mean? It was quite simple," she said flatly, crossing her hands and sitting up straighter. "He asked me out and I said yes."

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Taglist: @padfootagain

ps: that gif of the Darkling turning around is EXACTLY how I saw Ben turning around when he heard Madison's utter bs hehe

#ben Barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes fanfiction #ben barnes fic #ben barnes imagine #ben barnes fluff #i love ben barnes #ben barnes

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fluffytsukino1009 · 1 year

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ONEUS reaction to see you wearing a bralette.

Summary: ONEUS members reacting to coming home and see you wearing a skimpy bralette.

Warning: Suggestive... Like it was supposed to be smut but you know I'm quite stupid.

A/N: Is it Y/N and Hwangwong or is it me and my boyfriend? lol + All the smut/suggestive content won't have the group name tags to respect people who don't feel ok with it.

Masterlist

Seoho

Thinks he can dissimulate but no. Takes a lot of time to take off his jacket because he's making time to stare at you a little longer. "How was your day?" says casually. You play the game for a while, share a few gossips heard from your friends, pretending not noticing he continue biting his lips. "But what about your day, love?" your smile wided when he walked at you slowly. "Hopefully... If it's ok for you... it's about to get better" holds you close by the waist and place a kiss to the edge of your lips.

Leedo

Wants to stare but doesn't want to stare. "I'll wait outside if you want me to" you had to laugh because it never crossed your mind he could be so shy. "C'mon, nothing you haven't seen before" you joked but he still turned his back at you and continue saying whatever he was supposed to say when he crossed the door. You fixed your clothes and let him know, he stared at you cutting off the talkin "You know, I kind of liked it better when you were just wearing that tiny top" Giggled and gained confidence before keep on talking.

Hwangwong

Burns in laught inmmediately and hates himself for it "Oh damn, I'm sorry". You try to cover yourself and he cover his eyes with both hands, apologizing to each other once and over again. "What are we doing?" you could hardly say through the laugh "I don't know, it was so unexpected" You joke about the weird reaction to such an casual scenario for a few minutes before breathing deep and calm down. "Anyway, I just came to say I bringed dinner… And feel free to come to the table wearing that"

Keonhee

"I'm kind of tired but if you gonna ask it like that" He joked as soon you crossed the bathroom door with your hair still wet. Hugged you tight and kisses both of your cheeks "You look so good" "I was just getting ready for bed" you took of his watch and rings before unbuttoning his shirt. He looked genuinely tired but still insisted in kissing your neck while you took off his belt. "You know I still gonna look pretty much like this tomorrow morning" tried your best to convince him to take a rest "Then I'll kiss you all over tomorrow morning too"

Xion

Delighted but chill, could and wants to stare at you for hours when looking that way but doesn't want to be creepy. "What are you wearing?" You had to wonder if that question was coming from a negative or positive impact "It's just... Leggings, socks, bralette... What's wrong with it?" He smiled playfully "Nothing wrong. I like the bralette, you should wear it more often." Hard to tell but he even seemed to blush in excitement "I have a blue one too. Wanna see it?" Answered with your favorite dirty grin.

🌑🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕

Ravn

"Oh, well. Oh, well. What a view I found" Honestly he made you blush a little but tried your best to keep the cool "What is that you like about the view, huh?" He sat at the edge of the bed and called you over "Is this new" touches the strap gently still smiling and you nod, takes a such a long time to stare at you that the heat started to crawl your body, preparing you for a make out session. "It's sexy but it looks so uncomfortable that even my chest hurt just to see it" He's also ready to get dirty but his priority is you feel comfortable.

#kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #request open #oneus reactions #oneus scenarios #oneus imagines

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lorkai · 1 year

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⭐ Warning: This is the second part of Spells, but it can be read regardless of whether you've read the first part or not. Written in third person, crack-fic and fluff, contains DiaLuci and possible spelling errors.

Tagging: @beels-burger-babe @lemonandlime22 (not that barb fic but I think you'll like this)

"You’re crazy!" They exclaimed. The pungent potion sat on their table, still giving off a thin line of smoke and a strong cinnamon scent. But they decided to focus on the form of Solomon lying lazily on their bed, humming a song as he watched the newly created potion change color. "That's why Lucifer doesn't like you."

Solomon chuckled, propping his face up in his hand to look in their direction with a goofy grin on his face. "He doesn't appreciate my genius, obviously."

They rolled their eyes and with a chuckle added, "Of course, because cutting a baby in half and handing half to each woman was something a genius would do."

The sorcerer preferred to remain silent instead of answering, but they noticed how he hid a small smile as if to this day he found that idea funny. Solomon had a quirky sense of humor and sometimes they couldn't keep up with his dark jokes and stories like that. The scariest story he could tell you could be, without a doubt, his first attempt at cooking.

"Besides, you said imperius wasn't a viable option. And if anything happens, just order him to be quiet like a good puppy, Mc." The sorcerer spoke again softly, breathing heavily and eyes closing. He should have stayed up all night working like he always did when he had a goal in mind.

They smiled. Ever since the fateful night the two humans tested Harry Potter's spells and wreaked havoc on the House of Lamentation, they've been forbidden to keep in touch. And even though weeks had passed, Lucifer still wouldn't let Mc be at the mercy of Solomon's dubious influences and he was no longer allowed to go to the House of Lamentation to gossip with Asmo or watch anime with Levi.

He couldn't even set foot inside the house without being thrown out by a strong spell. And soon Solomon took it as a personal affront. And, wanting to take revenge on the avatar of pride, he created a love potion and intended to make Lucifer drink it somehow, wanting to see the expression on his face when he confessed his love to his special someone.

But Lucifer seemed to underestimate human stubbornness, hence Solomon had found a loophole in his spell and was now enjoying Mc’s company.

"None of this would have happened if you hadn't broken the roof and a bunch of pictures and furniture." They continued to mock the sorcerer, recounting how many spells he had cast as he ran through the halls laughing like crazy that day, slurring out every syllable as they got closer to the sorcerer. Until they sat on the bed and laid his head on their thighs. "But I can't say that the idea doesn't make me curious. And I know you needs me, so we'll make him drink this potion tomorrow morning."

"Why not today?" Solomon asked, lacing his hand with theirs and rubbing his thumb gently over their skin. It was a lovely habit he always had and it always made them smile.

"I know very well you haven't slept all day, Solly." They stroked his scalp gently as if to lull him to sleep. They watched as Solomon's eyelids fluttered shut and slowly opened as the other human struggled to stay awake for a few more minutes, loving the endless affection. "Then no, I won't let you neglect hours of sleep for a little revenge like that."

Solomon seemed to mumble something under his breath but finally he allowed his body and mind to rest, entering the world of dreams lying in their lap, feeling their fingers playing with the strands of his hair and the small kisses they left on his forehead. He loved those moments as much as he loved them.

...

The day started hot. Unbearably hot. It almost kept them from getting out of bed in the morning, but they had promised that they would help Solomon with his little revenge. So, almost resigned, they walked slowly through the RAD corridors towards the meeting room. They were carrying a tray with several cups of iced tea in their hands, Lucifer's tea already mixed with the love potion Solomon had brewed hours ago.

They doubt the avatar of pride wouldn't notice the subtle change in smell and taste. But maybe if he was concentrated enough by the matter that would be discussed today, then he really wouldn't suspect anything.

Asmo, whom Solomon had made promise to help with the plan, opened the door for them with a smirk on his rosy lips. He was simply ecstatic with the news that he would see Lucifer professing his love to someone and the avatar of lust had named several demons, among them Barbatos or Diavolo, who his older brother might like. He was almost betting on who would be the lucky person.

However, Asmo quickly got busy distributing the cups to his brothers while Mc served the royals and Lucifer with an innocent smile.

"Oh, Mc, good to see you." Diavolo said with his humorous laugh. "Could you tell everyone to be seated? We'll be starting in a few minutes."

They made a sound of agreement and walked away, asking everyone to sit down. But out of the corner of their eyes, Mc watched Lucifer drinking his tea and talking normally with Diavolo, sometimes laughing at something the prince said.

Suddenly they felt a hand on their shoulder, making them jump in fright. Solomon was grinning at them broadly, his features much more relaxed after a power nap and an amused smile growing on his lips as he watched the avatar of pride drink more and more of his tea. "It will take effect in a few seconds." he whispered.

And when they parted the Morningstar was walking towards Mc. Despite the restrained smile on his stoic face, he seemed to dislike their and Solomon's approach, almost fuming at the sight of them so close to each other.

" We're starting now," He murmured, one hand finding its way to their shoulder. "Sit next to me, Mc. We don't want distractions."

Solomon snorted. If anything, he should feel annoyed with the demon trying to get them to distance themselves when it went against the purpose of the exchange program. But he decided to just smirk and sit next to Asmo like he always did.

Lucifer pulled a chair beside him for Mc to sit and cleared his throat. He looked ready to say "You should choose best friends, Mc" and such, but Diavolo got up with several papers in hand and started reading all the important topics noted down.

In a few weeks, exchange students would be in charge of organizing an event in which beings from the three worlds could participate and have fun. The prince spoke excitedly about the event as if he could visualize everything right in front of him, but Mc paid more attention to Lucifer's red face and how he held the edge of the table, trying to contain the effects of the love potion he ingested.

Pretending not to know what was going on, they discreetly nudged him. "Are you okay? Your face is all red."

Lucifer muttered something so low they almost didn't hear him. He took a deep breath and then drank some more tea. "I'm fine, Mc." He said softly, tucking a messy lock of their hair behind their ear. "Pay attention to Diavolo."

The meeting proceeded at a slow pace. Sometimes they saw Lucifer squirm in his chair, sometimes he lowered his head and took a deep breath, until after half an hour he finally seemed to reach his limit and stood up. His chair skidding against the floor made an extremely loud and irritating noise, and silenced Simeon who was currently giving his opinion on the songs that could be played at the festival.

All eyes were on the Morningstar. But it was Mc he looked at.

The human looked away. Their hearts doing somersaults in their chests as they ironically prayed that they weren't the one Lucifer loved. He couldn't, not when they and Solomon were already dating - even though neither of them had told anyone, with the exception of Asmo who found out by accident.

However, the fear was unfounded. The avatar of pride cleared his throat again, adjusted his black gloves on his hands, and looked at Diavolo with great determination. "I need to confess something."

The prince, clearly confused by the interruption, frowned. He waved his hand to let his right arm know he was allowed to speak and exchanged a quick glance with his butler, equally astonished. None of them suspected anything.

Mc caught Solomon's eye and he was holding back from bursting out laughing, listening to whatever Asmo was saying with great interest. The other brothers also had no idea what the oldest was up to, but they didn't seem to care much.

"I love you, Diavolo."

Ah, always direct Lucifer.

His words reverberated far and wide. But no one really seemed to feel the weight of them until Mammon's eyes widened and he yelled in surprise, the news finally clicking through everyone's minds. And Mc could only laugh softly at the situation, I mean if he loved Diavolo and Diavolo loved him back then they were happy for those two.

"I knew it!" Asmo shouted excitedly. He celebrated in his chair, doing a victory dance and forcing Solomon to do the same.

The brothers started talking over each other, surprised by the sudden news. And despite the commotion and all the noise, Lucifer's expression remained serene, waiting for an answer, almost as if he was frozen in time and didn't realize it. And Mc didn't even know if the prince was still breathing after that confession, still looking at the morning star as if he was seeing it for the first time in his life.

"Does that mean Satan is heir to the throne if you and Lucifer get married?" Mammon asked. And the avatar of wrath narrowed its eyes at him, effectively silencing him.

"Mhm, that's so sudden" Admitted the prince, speechless. He walked over to Lucifer and touched his face affectionately, tracing the plump lines of his rosy cheeks and looking into his ruby eyes. "But I must say I feel the same way about you. I always have."

Another scream came from Asmo jumping with joy, his eyes were adept at noticing when someone had a crush or things like that. And several whispers went through the brothers about the sudden declaration of love, but none of them seemed to deduce that it was potion induced.

Lucifer smiled almost as softly as he did when he looked at Cerberus, his face all red at the confirmation that Diavolo loved him too. And the prince returned the look fondly. "The meeting is temporarily closed, see you next week. You are excused."

Mc got up. They wondered if they, too, had that passionate look on their faces when they looked at Solomon or when they were close to him, holding his hand or laying their head on his shoulder, covering them with his ridiculously long, warm cloak. Mc found they didn't mind if they had that goofy look on their face, as long as they still had their sorcerer on their side.

Outside the meeting room, they both burst out laughing, not caring what anyone else thought - for better or worse, no one would know it was all a prank. And at least now maybe Lucifer wouldn't pay so much attention to the two humans, he would spend more time with his beloved prince and leave them alone.

"Where are we going now?" Solomon asked, lacing his hand with his.

"Eat something and rest." MC muttered in a laugh. Behind them the brothers were coming out of the room one by one, each more surprised than the last by the revelation of the day.

"Sounds like a good plan to me."

⭐ A/N: Today is my birthday so I was in the mood to write something cute and silly with them, plus this fic has been sitting in my drafts for months. Heh, I hope you had as much fun with this as I did. Despite that, the ending was going to be different, Luci was going to declare himself to MC but aaaa angst on a day like this? I can't cry in front of my family lololol. Maybe I'll still write that ending if anyone is interested

#obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #swd obey me #obey me solomon #solomon x mc #solomon x reader #dialuci #diavolo x lucifer #lorkai oneshot

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amor1st03 · 2 years

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Cashing in a Favour | James Potter

James Potter x fem!Reader

best friends to lovers!!

in which: your best friend, James, asks you to help him get the girl but things are complicated when there's feelings involved

"James, no, it's a stupid idea."

"Y/N, please, I need you to help me."

"James no-"

"You owe me, remember. I helped you get a date with Jordan Turner last year."

"Yeah, because that turned out so great."

"How was I supposed to know he was an arse? I was only trying to help. But before you actually went out with him I distinctly remember you giving me a big hug and saying you owe me one, Well, I'm cashing in my favor."

"I don't understand why you can't just ask Lily out."

"Because she'll say no. She hasn't seen me in that light yet. She hasn't seen me as someone who could be a sweet and caring boyfriend."

"So just show her you can be sweet, James."

"This is me trying to do that."

"Do the boys know about your plan?"

"Of course they do."

"And what do they think about it?"

"Sirius and Pete think it's a great idea and Remus thought it was stupid but Remus is just being Remus. Will you do this, for me? Y/N, please." Her best friend continued to beg. She looked at him for a moment.

"Fine, I'll do it. But if it doesn't work, it isn't my fault."

"You're the best!"

"So, how are we doing this."

"Well tomorrow morning we'll walk into the hall, holding hands and we'll just act all lovey and coupley."

"Okay," She said, a little uncertain.

"We won't have to do it for long, I'm sure, a month or two tops. And don't worry, just follow my lead."

"Alright fine, but if it gets past two months I'm fake breaking up with you in front of everyone."

"That's fine, in two months' time Lily Evans will be mine." She smiled at her best friend's excitement but at the same time, she felt a strange feeling in her stomach. She wasn't really sure what it was or why she felt it so she did her best to ignore it.

The next morning James met her by the entrance of the Great Hall with a bright smile on his face.

"Good morning, beautiful, you ready to do this." He held out his hand to her.

"As ready as I'll ever be." She took it and he led the way into the Hall. She felt as if she was on stage, under a spotlight, as heads turned to stare at the two of them. The two had been best friends since the start of Hogwarts. Fourth year was when people started to speculate that maybe more was going on between the two of them but they didn't care what others thought. They were best friends. Now two years later here they were, parading around, pretending the rumours circling the two of them had finally become a reality.

"Good morning, boys," James said as the two of them sat down at their table with their friends.

"And how is the new couple this morning?" Sirius asked with a smirk.

"Oh we're great, just so in love and shit," James replied with a small laugh. Y/N smiled shaking her head a little. She turned her head to look down the table. She saw Lily eyeing the two of them. The five friends ate their breakfast while keeping their heads together and quietly discussing James and Y/N's ruse.

"Hey, I'm gonna head off early to return some books to the library before class."

"I'll come with you," James said, smiling at the girl as they both stood from their seats. Y/N reached down for her bag but before she could pick it up James grabbed it and his own, pulling them both over his shoulder.

"I got it, gorgeous."

"Such a gentleman." She laughed a little before kissing his cheek and taking his hand. Their three friends watched as the two of them left the hall, hand in hand.

"I know I've said it's a stupid idea at first but I've been thinking," Remus spoke up once they had disappeared out of the doors. "Maybe this might finally be the thing that helps them figure out they're in love with each other."

"It's about time. They're the only ones who can't see it." Sirius agreed.

***

After about a month and a half of fake dating, Y/N knew she couldn't do it much longer. After Hogsmeade dates and cheek kisses the plan was definitely working. Lily spent most of her days staring at James. But she wasn't the only one. One day, about three weeks into their fake relationship the two of them were studying together in the library. James was looking down at his book, brows creased slightly in concentration. When he looked up at Y/N with a soft smile on his lips she could have sworn that time stopped. The light pouring in from the window illuminated his face perfectly. His eyes had small specks that looked almost golden, they reminded her of leaves falling from trees during autumn. And that smile, Merlin, she would've sold her soul if it meant that he would keep smiling at her like that. That's when she finally realised.

She was in love with her best friend. She always had been. It had always been him.

She also realised then what an idiot she was, agreeing to fake date the guy she just realised she was in love with to help him get some other girl. But she couldn't break it off, not yet, not until the plan had been complete and Lily liked James back. Because her heart being broken into a million pieces was worth it if it meant that his was whole and complete.

Now here she was at one of Slughorn's parties. James had gone to fetch them both a drink while she was standing on the outskirts of the dance floor with Remus. Remus watched her as she watched James at the food and drink table.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm good. I'm having a nice time, this party is great."

"Y/N, you know what I mean."

"Oh." She thought back to a couple of days prior to the party, she had been sitting with Remus in the common room together when he casually mentioned the fact that he knew she was in love with James.

"What?" She had said, sounding alarmed.

"Come on, Y/N, you're one of my best friends, I see the way you look at him." Feeling defeated, she didn't say a word. "So you finally figured it out, huh?" He asked.

"Remus, I'm such an idiot." He gave her a sympathetic look before pulling her into a hug.

"I think he feels the same, you know, we all do. The way he looks at you when you're not looking. James is just too oblivious to see how he really feels about you." He had told her.

"I don't think so, Rem."

"You'll see, Y/N, that boy is in love with you, I'm sure of it."

Y/N tried to pull her mind away from the memory, drawing her eyes away from James and back to the tall boy who stood beside her.

"I don't know, honestly."

"It's gonna be alright, it'll work it for the best. And hey when you and James fake break up and he still hasn't realised how he feels about you, you and I can always fake date." She gave him a soft smile which he returned.

"Here you are," James said, handing her a drink once he had returned. Once the two of them had finished their drinks they both decided to dance. James placed his hands on her waist pulling her close as she wrapped her arms over his shoulders. They swayed softly to the music.

"I think it's working, James. I don't think we'll have to keep this up for much longer."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," She replied softly. The two of them continued to sway to the music. Over James' shoulder, she saw Lily watching the two of them.

"She's watching us, James." Y/N pulled back a little to look at his face. "I'm gonna kiss you, alright?" The two of them had never properly kissed before, forehead and cheek kisses were common in their fake relationship but a real kiss had never happened. James nodded and slowly she began to inch her face closer to his. It was selfish really. Her excuse for asking to kiss him was that it was for Lily to see but really she knew she wanted to kiss him just once while she had the chance. When his lips met hers, she thought she might die. Because this was it. Nothing could ever amount to this feeling again in her life. She kissed him as if her life depended on it because in that moment it felt like it just might. Her hand trailed down his shoulder and found his. His hand was warm in her grasp. She pulled away and they rested their foreheads together, eyes still closed. After a moment Y/N finally lifted her head away from his, opening her eyes and smiling softly. She moved away from him, pulling her hand away from his. He didn't move he just watched her as she left him standing in the middle of the dance floor.

***

A week later, it was over. They agreed to tell everyone that they had decided they were better just being friends. Once the Christmas holidays were over and everyone was back at school James asked Lily out on a date to the Three Broomsticks to which she agreed.

"How do I look?"James had asked Y/N.

"Yeah, James you look really good." She answered, trying her best not to sound disheartened.

"Alright, guys, wish me luck!" He said before leaving to meet Lily.

After a couple of weeks of dates, the two made it official.

"That's really great, James," Remus said after the boy had bounded into the common room to tell everyone the news.

"I'm happy for you James, but I've got to get to the library, gotta finish up some homework."

"Oh okay, talk to you later?"

"Yeah," Y/N replied, trying with all her strength to keep herself together.

"I'll come too, I wanted to go check out another book anyway." Remus stood up with her and the two of them left the room. Once they had stepped outside she let herself crumble into Remus' arms, tears striking her face.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." After that, the two of them went outside to sit under a tree by the Great Lake. Remus had his back propped against a tree while Y/N rested her head on his legs. He brought his hand up to stroke her hair comfortingly.

James and Lily were walking together when they spotted the two of them. James was feeling puzzled over a kiss he had shared with Lily. How silly to get worked up over a kiss, it was their first one it was meant to be awkward and would probably be better the next time. But he couldn't shake the thought of the kiss he had shared with Y/N. When he kissed Lily, it wasn't like that. The only thing that pulled him out of his thoughts was Lily speaking up.

"Are they dating?" She asked.

"Who?"

"Remus and Y/N," She replied, pointing over to where the two of them were.

"No, of course not." But when he saw them softly smiling at each other he saw how she could have assumed that. "They would have told me," He said, sounding rather dejectedly. He felt a bubbling feeling in his stomach that made him nauseous. It was just because he had a fear the two of them keeping a secret from him, he thought. What else could it be?

He scrunched up his fist slightly, which Lily noticed.

"Who knows, anyway shall we carry on walking or head back to the castle?"

"I think we should head back, I don't feel too well, I think I'm gonna just head to bed." She nodded and the two headed back inside.

He laid in bed, thinking over and over again about Y/N smiling up at Remus while he softly stroked her hair. He tossed and turned until the bedroom door opened and Remus walked himself.

"Are you and Y/N dating?" He couldn't stop himself from asking, sitting up straight in his bed to face Remus.

"What's it to you? You're with Lily."

"It's nothing just you two seem to be pretty close and I wouldn't want you two to keep lying to me."

"Nothing, huh? Yeah, really sounds like it doesn't mean anything to you, James. Maybe she is my girlfriend, what are you gonna do about it?"

"I said it doesn't matter to me I just don't like being lied to."

"Again, still not your concern considering your with Evans."

"But-"

"How do you feel about Lily?"

"Well, she's really nice and-"

"No, I didn't ask what she's like, I asked you how you felt."

"Well, I..."

"You're an idiot, you know that. Maybe instead of clinging on to some crush you had when you were eleven you should wake up and realise that maybe, just maybe, you're in love with somebody else." James was speechless, he didn't know what to say so instead he just silently laid back down. That night he was up most of the night, thinking over Remus' words. Even when he eventually found sleep, the words plagued his dreams.

***

Three months of dating Lily and all they could do was argue over the smallest things. All this work and now all they did was bicker.

Lily was growing tired of all the arguing. Most mornings when they sat together at breakfast it ended with one of them storming off early to class.

One morning, the night after yet another argument over something silly that she couldn't really remember she was making her way over to where James sat with his four friends. Y/N sat next to him talking to Sirius about something when Lily couldn't help but notice the way James was looking at her.

There was a soft smile across his lips and his eyes seemed to glisten as he watched her contently. He looked at Y/N the way she wanted him to look at her. She was slowly becoming aware of James' feelings towards the other girl and now she was certain. She was hurt but she knew that she didn't really love him. It was too hard trying to fall in love with him when his love was never fully hers, to begin with. His love was reserved for someone else already. Knowing what she had to do, she made her way over to the table. Y/N's smile faltered when she saw Lily approaching and Lily noticed it and tried not to feel so disheartened by it. She had also noticed Y/N's stolen glances toward James and knew her feelings towards him must be the reason for this reaction.

"James, can we talk?" He followed her out of the Hall.

"What's up?"

"We need to break up."

"What?" As she suspected he didn't sound as upset as he should have been about his girlfriend breaking up with him. "Is this because of our argument last night? Honestly, I can't even remember what it was about."

"No, it's because neither of us loves each other. And you can't deny it. I see the way you look at Y/N. Merlin, it's so obvious you're still in love with her."

"Still?"

"Yes, from when you were dating?"

"Lily, I need to tell you the truth. I was never with her. It was all fake to make you see me in that way."

"Seriously? That's kind of a stupid thing to do."

"I know but it worked out."

"Are you sure? Look neither of us are happy. We shouldn't keep lying. You claim it was fake but I think there are real feelings there. You love her, James."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do. I know it must be scary for you after so many years of friendship with her but it's true, you know it is." James stayed silent, thinking about Lily's words.

"You're right, I'm such an idiot. I tried my hardest to push my feelings down. I think I really realised when we saw her with Remus that day, by the lake. I was just too scared to admit it."

"I know."

"I'm sorry, Lily."

"Don't be, I'm just glad you've finally figured it out, took you long enough. So, friends?"

"Friends." He agreed. "Thank you." They smiled at each other before James turned back to head into the Great Hall.

"Hey, for the record, I think she feels the same way."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I really do, you should tell her." James smiled before walking back into the Hall. Tonight, he thought, I'll tell her tonight.

The day seemed to drag on as James panicked over what to say to her. He tried hard to focus on his work but it was easier said than done. When he finally settled onto the sofa in the common room that night he let out a nervous sigh. She was up in her room getting changed out of her uniform. He sat with the three boys as he decided to tell them about what he was going to do.

"I'm in love with Y/N," He blurted out.

"He finally admits it!" Sirius cheered.

"It's about time," Peter added.

"What about Lily?" Remus asked.

"We talked and she told me it was obvious. We broke up and she told me to tell her, so, I'm going to."

"Tell who what?" A voice came from behind the boys. James jumped up from his seat and spun around to face the girl.

"It's nothing. But, uh, hey, do you wanna go for a walk?"

"Oh, um, yeah sure."

"Alright, cool."

The two of them left the common room and headed towards the Lake. As they walked, James spoke up.

"It was right here."

"What?" She asked.

"I was right here when things finally made sense to me."

"What are you talking about, James?"

"Look, I really need to tell you something but I'm so scared because it could ruin everything."

"Woah, what's going on?"

"Lily and I broke up."

"Oh my god, are you alright?" She brought her hand up and lightly brushed his arm, he felt goosebumps appear along his skin in wake of where her fingertips had been.

"I know it must seem weird because I'm not upset but Lily and I talked and we both realised that we weren't in love, in fact, I was in love with someone else." She remained silent, looking him straight in the eye. "I've been such an idiot, Y/N and with Lily, everything always felt weird. Even on our first date but I didn't want to admit it because I had a crush on her since we were eleven. But I've never loved her, I've only loved one person." He took a deep breath before continuing. "Look our relationship a couple of months back was fake but that kiss at Slughorn's party, that was real for me. And every time I kissed Lily I was comparing it to the one we shared and it was never the same. It didn't feel the same. What I'm trying to say is I love you." She stared at him for a moment, eyes beginning to tear up.

"James Potter," She said, voice full of admiration. "What idiots we've been." She smiled brightly, tears falling down her cheeks now. James mirrored her smile and cupped her face, wiping away her tears. "I've loved you for years, James. Merlin, I love you so much it hurts but I never told you because I thought you wanted to be with Lily."

"Lily was a crush I had when I was a kid that I was clinging onto out of fear. But the only person I want is you. It's you, Y/N. It always has been." She smiled again, cheeks hurting from how wide she was smiling. They both looked into each other's eyes. "I'm gonna kiss you, alright?" James said, repeating her words from Slughorn's party. She laughed slightly before nodding. He leaned in, thumb stroking her cheek delicately. Their lips met and it was like magic. Nothing I could cast from my wand was as powerful as this kiss, she thought. It was like the first kiss they had shared but more. This time it was not a desperate, one-time kiss. This kiss was full of love and promises for the future. One that soothed all the hurt and heartbreak she had experienced over the last couple of months. As he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in closer she couldn't help but think about how glad she was that James had cashed in that favour because now she found herself in his arms, exactly where she was meant to be.

#james potter #marauders #james potter x reader #harry potter #fanfic #fanfiction

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storymaker14 · 10 months

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[Roleplay Prompt] A Bride as his Bonus

"You've done amazing work," said the king as Muse A came to take his leave. "You're sure I can't convince you to stay a while longer?"

"Your Majesty, as much as I would love to stay, it's time for me to go home." Muse A bowed, mostly to hide whatever apprehension might show on his face. The king had hired him to fly here from his home in America to coordinate his nation's army against the rebels attempting to overthrow him; having fought them to a standstill and ceasefire, Muse A had received his immense payment as promised. However, Muse A's experience told him this was a brief respite at best, and when the ceasefire was broken, it would not go well for the king and his government, and there was little to do to prevent it. And so, home he went.

"Very well," the king said. "Your payment has already been wired to your account, and your tickets will be waiting in your hotel room for you. You'll fly out tomorrow morning." He nodded. "Your work was every bit as good as I'd heard, and I appreciate it. In fact, there will be a bonus waiting for you as well." Muse A was about to gently decline, say it was unnecessary, but the king was already dismissing him.

He returned to his hotel, ready to pack what little he had and get back to America. However, when he entered his room, he was surprised to find a young woman waiting for him there, sitting on the bed. Immediately he drew his gun and targeted her, assuming the worst. "Who the hell are you?"

Calmly, she stood and walked toward him, completely unafraid. "I'm the bonus my father promised you," she said.

He lowered the gun. "You're… you're Princess [Muse B], aren't you?"

Muse B nodded. "But you probably shouldn't say that too loudly," she smiled.

"And you're here because… what? You're part of my payment? A nubile young woman to compensate me for my good work?"

"That's how my father sold it to the people around him, yes. Talk about the highest of honors, earning the hand of his daughter! But he's not stupid and neither are you. My father won't be king much longer, and imprisonment would be the best case scenario. Worst case, the rebels kill him, the queen, his entire family… except the one off in America, defended by the mercenary who did such good work against them." She shrugged. "Seems like a good deal for me and no one else."

At last, Muse A holstered his weapon. "I'm leaving in the morning, though."

"Yes you are," she answered. "Here are your tickets." Inside the envelope she handed him were two first-class tickets to Muse A's local airport, under the names of Mr and Mrs [Muse A]. Also in the envelope was their marriage certificate, signed by the king and perfectly legal, both in her native country and his. "Any other questions?"

(So, for his part, I'm assuming he's steamed at being used, even as he admits that it's for a very good cause. Perhaps a bit of, "I would have said yes if you'd asked" and all that. So he's not necessarily thrilled with the situation, even after they get home. She, on the other hand, is smart but a bit naive about life in America. She's also 100% in on them being and acting like a married couple, and is peeved that he's keeping a distance. Plus she's used to her word and desires being just short of law, so being your average Josie is a culture shock. Naturally there can be drama when things go wrong for her father, and a bit of paranoia at home in case someone actually is stupid enough to come for her. But this isn't meant to be action, but rather drama and eventual romance. At least those are my thoughts; let me know what you think.)

#roleplay #literate roleplay #literate rp #romantic #rp #1x1 roleplay #1x1 rp #discord 1x1

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chrissypoox2 · 1 year

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R U N A W A Y 🖤 Chapter 2

Pairing: Bangchan x Female reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,088

a/n: So ive deiced to turn this into a 4 chapter series buut i actually odnt know how im gonna end iy anyways enjoy. (This chapter might seem weird because im switching up the plot a bit, from what the orginal is supposed to be)

TW: Alcoholism

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You wake up in the morning feeling next to you. Chan had already left for work, and even though he said this weekend was his weekend off he still left to go to the studio. He was a determined person when it came to getting things done. Which was no surprise. You get out of bed and head to the washroom to ready yourself for the long day ahead. You're still thinking about the little runaway date and want to make sure everything is perfect for when the date is official.

Sometime next week should be good. He is on holiday break all week so the date could last longer than just one day.

You got on your computer and worked on the date for almost 4 hours before you finished the draft plan from the date. Looking up venues and restaurants and budgeting with whatever you got from your job was a tedious task. Your phone rings and when you look it's Chan. You pick up your phone and answer.

"Hey babe, what are you up to right now." Chan started conversations where he was all sweet and then ended up asking you to bring things to the studio for him. He is sweet regardless but he does go the extra mile to butter you up.

"Nothing much just playing games. Why? Do you need me to bring you something?" You knew Chan forgot something why else would he call you?

"Haha no I didn't forget anything I genuinely just wanted to check up on you"

Awwwee how sweet, but there has to be a catch this

"Oh okay, well I'm fine. How are things at the studio?"

"The studio?" Chan sounded a bit confused by your remark.

"Yeah isn't that where you went? That's why you left early this morning? I assumed you were just at the studio working on music?"

"No actually the others and I are in Busan right now for a promotional, I just wanted to call to also tell you I won't be back home till tomorrow morning. So you don't have to worry about dinner tonight just make sure you eat and sleep well k?"

MORE TIME TO PLAN WITHOUT BEING INTERRUPTED HELL YEAH

"Oooh okay, don't worry about me I'll be okay."

"Alright call me if you need anything. love you"

"Will do, I love you too. Bye." You hang up the phone and get up to eat something, at the pace you working at you could get this done by the afternoon and pick up a couple of quick and easy commissions to do for some extra change.

You continue your day as normal after finishing the date and also setting the budget. You're on your way to a babysitting commission, but it's on the part of the town that you are not familiar with. You look down at your phone and continue to follow the route. You look up with it saying that you've arrived and the house looks sketchy, but you're getting $75 for watching the kids for only 2hrs, it was a good deal and one that you couldn't easily pass up on. You knock on the door and some old guy who recks of alcohol opens.

"y/n?" the man looks at you squinting his eyes and chugging down a beer.

"Yes! Hello Sir, I'm here to babysit-" The man rolls his eyes and interrupts.

"Yeah, I know, come inside please." You walk in hesitantly and the man continues to give you instructions.

"I'll be out for 2 hours the kids are sleeping but when they get up there is food in the fridge in containers with their names on it. Our dog is in the backyard and isn't allowed in the house. He leaves a weird smell. If you need anything my number is on the fridge door. If my wife gets home don't leave her here with the kids. She needs her sleep after a long day of work. Also here.." the man hands you half of the payment while standing there.

"Here is the first half, I'll give you the rest when I get back. Have fun." and with that, the man left. You didn't wanna assume where he might've been off to, but when you continued into the house it was messy and he was so worried about the dog leaving a smell, the house smelled bad already. You wanted to go the extra mile even if they didn't tip you for it and clean up the house just a bit.

-TIME SKIP-

an hour had passed by and you got the smell out of the carpet, the dishes were clean, and you lit a couple of candles you found and organized the bookshelves and the Cds. The kids' toys were all neatly packed away. You even did some yardwork too just for the heck of it. Then the door opened and you had assumed it was the wife. You walked to the door to greet whoever came but you were met with a strange man.

"Hey you, do you know where the owner of the house went? Tall dude, black hair that's up the ear length, he has a mole on his right cheek?" You weren't sure what to say, so you didn't say anything, you just nodded no. The man looked disappointed but left after standing there for a couple of seconds he left. As soon as he left you went and locked the door, and with that, you locked all other points of entry.

They better give me more than $75

The wife came home and the kids woke up, you played some games with them to keep them occupied and cooked some popcorn so they could enjoy their movie. It made you wonder what married life would be like with Chan. It would be wonderful for sure.

The father came home and gave you the money with a $50 tip for cleaning and handling the strange man and told you not to worry about it when you brought it up. The next commission was also babysitting but it was in a completely other part of town.

-TIME SKIP-

It was about 9 pm when you finished your commissions. You did a total of 5 commissions and were able to make $700, which would be more than enough for your trip on top of what you're already putting in.

You finally get home and you are so exhausted that you fall asleep as soon as you touch the couch.

TO BE CONTINUED

#skz x reader #skz x female reader #skz fluff #skz #bangchan x female reader #bangchan x reader #bang chan x you #bangchan x racial neutral reader #bangchan #straykids #chrissybooboos #im tired lol

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leothil · 2 years

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fmk these three ryans ❤️

also if you have any wild student days stories in your back pocket please tell me one LOVE YOU MWAH 💕

Kris you are killing me sdjhgf send help why are we like this. OKAY, okay, okayyyyyy. Fuck the first one because he looks like a soft boy, kill the middle one because he looks like a douche, and marry the last one because that's a dork I could share my life with. <3

I have SO many wild student day stories, but since I was just away on a festival with my dance squad and orchestra from those days I'll tell you a bit about another festival we went to in 2011. So we got invited to perform at Ballerup musikfest in Denmark, which is a hoot and a half because that meant a bus trip through Sweden and a stop on the way in Gothenburg to visit our friend orchestra and dance squad at Chalmers there.

The fun thing about Ballerup is that my orchestra has been invited there enough times that the people attending the music festival recognize our uniforms (which we are always dressed in when out on these kinds of trips, no exceptions), so it's always kind of like being a celebrity; people keep greeting you and cheering at you. We also gathered some extra attention when we formed a beer chain through the city - beer is much cheaper in Denmark than in Finland, so gotta take the opportunity when you have it, y'know (the video is from 2013 but we did the same thing in 2011, and 2015, and 2017...).

Anyway, we were having a great time at the festival, doing our gigs and watching other orchestras and bands perform, and going to Bjarnes pølser at 3AM to get the best hot dogs in the country. But then the day before we're set to leave our bus breaks down. Completely caput. We won't be able to use it to get home.

Well, that's inconvenient. (The rest is under a read more, this turned longer than I intended lmao)

Sleepover Saturday!

The orchestra's administration jumps into action, but it's very quickly evident that we'll have to fly home and leave the bus to it's fate. But since we're so many there's no plane available until the day after tomorrow. Ok, so one extra night. Except then it turns out the bus will be transported away the next day, and most of our packing will have to go with it because we can't check in ridiculous amounts of baggage on the plane. So one extra night with no mattresses or sleeping mats to lie on. Ok. Well. Doable.

So. We sleep our last comfortable night, then the next morning pack everything we won't need immediately into the bus - including most of the beer we bought - see the bus off and resign to spend the day in Ballerup. Well, our bus driver came up with the idea that he could take us into Christiania in Copenhagen instead and show us around there.

A side note to talk about him a bit, because bless this man, god rest his soul. He passed a few years ago, but he was an absolute legend. I have no idea how many languages he spoke but it must've been at least seven. He drove the orchestra to pretty much all our festivals for something like 20 years. Sometimes he picked up hitchhikers, who then got to take part in whatever weird bus shenanigans were happening at the moment, and once in the buffet on the boat between Sweden and Finland there was a Brazilian couple at the next table over who wondered about us, so our driver started speaking Portuguese with them and explained our deal. He was so much fun, I miss him.

Christiania is an interesting place. They have some very interesting architecture because of their status as freetown, but it do be the cannabis that brings most people there. Well, we spent a nice afternoon and evening there, our bus driver knew lots of people. Then we took the train back to Ballerup to drink up all the beer we didn't put in the bus and try to sleep at least somewhat straight on the floor. It was uncomfortable, I'll say that much, but I spooned up with a couple of friends, so could be worse. It was cold, though. The next morning we once again take the train to Copenhagen to go to the airport, and give the poor security guards a weird show when we show up in our dress suits and pink jackets with lots of medals on our chests and raging hangovers (we left maybe a bit too much beer with us instead of putting more on the bus, rip) - no civilian clothes allowed on a festival, remember. I remember buying toast and a smoothie from Joe and the Juice, and then pretty much everyone passing out on the plane as soon as it took off.

The bus got repaired and made it back to Finland some days later and we got all our stuff back. But I did miss my Monday morning lectures.

#ask games #hattalove #get to know me I guess??#this got way too long sorry kris

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