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hn-yn-soo · 10 months

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New Years | J. SM

Note: Short Oneshot Ahead x Fem Reader

Two figures spent their Christmas indoors, yet a certain blonde has a plan for this New Year's. She glanced at her small girlfriend beside her, then avert her gaze to her hand in her pocket which contains a small gift for her later on.

She froze when she felt a shift on the spot next to her, soon she felt arms around her waist tightening the grip on her with their eyes still closed

"Can't sleep?"

"I just woke up, but you need more rest, dear" She says to you, her slim fingers brushing your soft locks back which exposes your resting face and pouty lips she loves to kiss whenever she got the chance

"Mhmm, okay.. But just hug me for now" You snuggled up onto her chest more, the warmth of her skin with her gentle heartbeat soothed your nerves and obviously you like her cuddles more than kisses because you know.. She's a big, cuddly bear

"It's New Year's later, do you have any plans?"

"Nothing much but celebrating outside seems nice~" You yawn, arms wrapped around her neck and you sit up on her lap. Your eyes met and she gives a heartwarming smile, you bit your lip at how hot she basically looks right now, especially her blonde wolfcut you like to tug on when you two do certain things in particular that involves a lot of.. BUT anyway, her eyes felt so good to get lost on, her cheeks slightly painted in pink hue the moment she notices your deep gaze on her

And god, those lips.. They felt too soft and plump, you love it how it feels on yours and you couldn't move on from it.. Plus, her lips aren't just good with just kissing- I mean who wouldn't like to kiss someone as perfect as Jeon Somi? Couldn't been us, especially Hyuna who she kissed INTENTIONALLY on her after party, which in the end she made up to you and told that it was just a fun thing and wouldn't do it anymore..

"Hmp, are you sure? Y-You seem to be deep in thought, is there something bothering you?? O-Or was it still the thing I did with Hyuna unnie?" Somi mutters, she felt guilty when she left you and drag Hyuna with her to buy the ring, but she made sure that you'll be taken care of, courtesy of Kim Mingyu, The8 and Woozi

You forgot the issue but now you heard it again, you pinched her cheeks hard which caused her to whine and try to pry herself away from your cute torture. Soon enough, Somi was found sulking with her cheeks red from too much squeeze and pinches, her arms folded like a cute maknae that she is.. You didn't allow her to go close to you as punishment for bringing the topic up, although it may look fun but no.. You were hella jealous, you saw the event happening right by your eyes

You were making some Alfredo pasta when you heard soft footsteps, then arms wrapped around your waist with tears falling down on your shoulder

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't really mean to do that I-I just wanted to tease you"

"Well you could've thought for another if you just thought about it clearly" The cold tone made the taller whimper, Somi digging her face on your nape leaving soft kisses and her embrace on you tightening

"F-Forgive me, please?" You sighed, finishing your cooking and thought of it for a short while. But once you were gonna answer, she walks off sniffling and retreated to your shared bedroom

You let out another sigh, regretting badly of your actions. You kept the food covered as you walked towards the said room, finding your lover curled up in the thick sheets, hearing her cries made your heart break into pieces

"Yah, Jeon.."

"I-I'm s-sorry, don't h-hurt me please!" She flinches from the sudden raise of your tone, her shoulders shaking from shock, eyes still pouring tears and her gaze softened when she saw you

"I-I.." She couldn't find any words rather than say sorry, she fidgets with her thumbs and you held her face up, placing a kiss on her lips

"Such a crybaby, how are we gonna have kids if my baby is a literal baby.." You mutter, pecking her lips once more and she immediately melts from the kiss. You wipe her tears, squishing her cheeks in your palms and gave her another kiss on the forehead and cheeks

"I forgave you long ago, I'm just teasing too, sorry for making you cry, darling"

"Meanie" She sulks, her hands playing with the hem of your top, you let her hug you, her face nestled onto your tummy as she sat up from bed, you gave her hair a gentle pat and stroked her soft locks

"Aigoo, stop crying.. I'm gonna be mad if you don't stop"

"I'll stop if you give me a kiss" You heard her plea, you chuckle and grabbed her face for a sweet kiss. Next thing you knew she's now on top, sneaky hands coming from under your shirt to feel every inch of your burning skin, the sensation made you gasp and writhe under her

"S-Som.."

"I'll stop if you say please-"

"Oh please stop, I can't handle more of this unholiness" A familiar voice chirped from the now open front door, Somi looks up to see her friends from JYP, she blushes madly and pulled your shirt down where your breasts almost peeked and a certain squirrel had caught a glimpse of your bareness

"Eyes, Sana-ssi.. That's our maknae you're eating in your mind"

"Oh god, we just came here to celebrate New Year's with you two.. And I think you had another thing to make noise about?" Jihyo states with an eyebrow raised, you peek from under your girlfriend and beamed an Innocent smile and your disheveled hair exposed a bit of marks that were scattered all over your neck with the slightly undone shirt exposing more of your braless torso

"U-Unnies! Fancy seeing you here"

"Dear god, I am gonna be in the kitchen cooking food"

"Me too, but I'll eat" Momo follows Jeongyeon and Jihyo whilst munching on a beef jerky, Sana, Dahyun, Nayeon and Tzuyu sat in front while Michaeng then you and Somi had fixed your messy selves

"Care to explain?"

"Eh? Why? She's making it up since Somi here had taken social butterfly too seriously-" Mina held her younger penguin by her collar as she flail her arms at the sulky blonde, Chaeyoung cackles and pointed at Somi who was blushing

"It was unintentional, okay?"

"Tsk, you two seem to like it.." You were about to walk out when firm hands held you down, your lover's hot breath kissing your neck making you melt in her arms. Somi's effect on you is unbearable to ignore, so you just let this slide, for the nth time

"Be glad I love you so much, Jeon"

"I have a-a surprise for you, later.. But let's enjoy this night with the girls, hmm?" You nodded at her statement and kissed her lips, the both of you wore comfortable jackets and jeans due to the winter and it's too weird to have a dress during this season

The girls had a few drinks after a delightful dinner, Somi had her eyes on Y/n, as if mesmerized by her beauty, she really did look as similar as Mina.. By of course, she's loyal to her only girl

"Somi, my sister's melting if you kept staring like that.. You can fuck her later"

"Mina-chan! Not on the table!" You retort, yet the blush was so evident on your face since Somi had something going on inside your pants, you grip the utensils tight as you felt slender fingers rub your soaked walls deliciously

"Well, if you say so... At least I had both hands on the table" Mina answers with a snicker, Somi was just finished pleasing you and you only had a clenched jaw to stifle your moans. Dahyun being the eagle that she is, spots some little streaks of white on Somi's digits, she does the sign of the cross and cursed in multiple languages

"Do you guys wanna go to Namsan? They have fireworks show later, like I guess 11-ish?"

"Sure, why not? We were planning to celebrate outside anyways" Y/n finally composed herself, sighing in relief which confused the girls except her sister

"Go change, your outfit is too..thin"

"M'kay~" As you left, Mina pinched Somi's arm and glared, the cub laughing again and slammed the table then Mina lifts Somi's left hand to let the girls examine her 'unusually' soaked fingers

"Clean.now." The latter runs to the bathroom to wash her hands with the help of the clean freak, the rest of the girls cleaned the dishes before they waited in the van with Jihyo as the driver

"No, no.. You two will just fuck at the back, Michaeng go with Somi, Y/n sits with me" You being a die hard Jihyo stan, excitedly hopped beside the driver's seat, yet Sana had slipped under you right before your butt lands on the seat

"Sana unnie!"

"Ooh, the baby is comfy~" Remembering the scene earlier where she got a peek of your torso from your shirt, but then you got a plan in your head to tease your lover who sulked at the far back but can still see you by the mirror

"Sana-chan, do you mind hugging me?~"

"Wahhh, I don't.. Lemme hug my maknae~" And there it goes, a jealous bear and Yoda glared from the mirror, the ride was full of your laughter then Sana's, looking too comfortable sitting on her lap when Somi should had been cuddling you yet the slight mischievous fingering earlier got her on timeout for the whole ride

"Chaengie, can I ask for a favor.. Same with you, M-Mina unnie"

"Eh? What is it??" Somi hushes them with a whisper, she takes out the ring box from her pocket and it shook Mina

"Huh?!!!? Y-You're proposing?" Somi nods, a small, genuine smile on her lips as she watch the ring glisten under the car lights, the couple smiled and gave her a hug at the same time they had arrived at Namsan Tower

"Can I have Y/n now, unnie?"

"Alright, she's actually asleep here" Sana chirps, she opens the door and let Somi carry you into her arms. You woke up to the feel of familiar lips pressed onto your own, fluttering your eyes to see Somi with a soft gaze

"Hey.."

"Hi.." The two of you were having a moment but then Tzuyu called you two by the railings near the edge, you and the girls take in the scene of Seoul with small batches of fireworks firing from a distance. You look at your watch, 11:59pm..

"Omo! Guys let's start the countdown!!"

"10!"

"9!" You feel Somi turning you around, she smiles before kneeling, the box in hand and she takes a shaky breath before speaking

"8!"

"7!!"

"6!"

"It's been almost a decade since we started dating, you were a hard to get like Mina unnie but I managed to get your heart and that's when I knew you're gonna be my one.. I know the time you and I don't see eye to eye on certain things or people, I understand that and I swear to death that.. I'll only choose and love you, no matter the consequences.. And speaking of consequences, I want to break up with you"

"5!"

"4!"

"3!!"

"2- OMG SOMI'S DOING IT" The two heard the cub roaring from the distance which averts the members' attention towards you

"But! I'm here kneeling to ask you, Myoui Y/n.. Will you accept the breakup, and take this step further as my loving future wife?" She finally said it, it made you dizzy yet happy. You nodded, jumping into her arms for a kiss while she slips the ring onto your finger then kissed back..

"1!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!" Fireworks went off, the girls cheering and screaming in delight... Of course with Sana and Nayeon dancing to After Like to match the scene

"Congratulations you two!!! We should celebrate!!" The couple smiled and admired the show in front of them, your fingers intertwining with Somi's which she held back. It had been a great and eventful New Year's Eve, you didn't regret any of it.. As long as you're with Somi, you're complete, no one can love you like she does..

The end.

#somi #kpop

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mesanthropi · 11 months

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nothing came after (oc x shua /p)

fair warnings: i have no idea how exactly their dorms work or how they're exactly situated. i'm just braining. also i'm just kinda tired!! i was writing the second bit with josh when almosgt 1am hit hhh im gonna assume that near future weiss is just gonna edit the text formatting and higt post. so no, it's not gonna be proofread whatsoever. if i butcher your fave please criticize me godbless

i thought of it and fell asleep to it methinks. shua making bead bracelets and garam making yarn bracelets. then i woke up at 4pm and started writing

choi 'river' garam, helios, you know the guy. it'd been a week since it was announced that he was on hiatus, everybody knew that. garam needed emotional support every now and then, everybody also knew that.

but nobody really knows who he'll go to next. two days earlier, woozi was approached and the two had made some joke song together. just as a break from 'all the serious stuff' (helios' words, not mine). the other day, he was texting jun about the cats he'd seen on his most recent walk, comparing the older to the stray felines. and literally a few hours ago, he'd gone to dino's room to leave him a stuffed animal that he decided not to keep; it was a buy one take one deal. and dino was one of his favorite people out of seventeen others.

... haha, seventee- anyway. that's a lot of emotional support.

(it's what i want, personally.)

now garam had been staying in his room for the time being, having gone right back after giving dino that plushie and a hug. a bit of work was being done, non-idol work at least, and it involved a bit of handcrafting and drawing a few blanks. ("... i think i did this step wrong- fuck, i need to do it again.") yeah, the guy had been at this for a few hours just because 'he could and nobody could stop him', at least from what the ravenette had said in the groupchat.

at least he'd managed to make two of these mysterious things, because that was all it took before he got up from the floor of his room, and walked out the door. there was a faint smile present on the man's face, and it stayed on his way to one of the rooms on his floor. sixth one.

garam wordlessly approached a door, hung something on the doorknob, before sticking a note next to it. and like nothing happened, he was making his way back to the room he once sat in for hours that day. there was a little hum as he did, wringing his hands or wiping them on the fabric of his pants despite the lack of things to wipe off.

"hopefully that can make up for my spotty pop-ups," murmured the guy with eyes looking down at tiled floors like it was artwork. "... i'm sure he won't mind another one to add to the collection." his thoughts were barely above a whisper, tumbling from his lips like beads out of a box. which was funny, but not where he was exactly thinking, furrowing his brows. "he likes that kind of stuff. right-"

when he stopped himself, garam found that he'd been pacing around. he also found that he'd stopped in front of the first door he'd visited. unable to help how blue-grey hues bored into the wood, the ravenette thought for a few seconds. a moment. then he knocked thrice like he always did. "shushua!" then he ran like hell to his own room and hid.

what a kid.

joshua wasn't doing much, just watching the weather pass by while music played through his phone. mans just didn't know what to exactly do today, but did know that he'd be taking it easy, enjoying the tunes with light nods to its beats. at every song with guitar, his fingers found themselves holding an invisible instrument and placing themselves on a fretboard. just a fun little thing.

then he heard the knock at the door, and the sound of garam (who he honestly thought was fucking asleep) calling his name. the blond turned his head, blinking once. and then twice as he stood up to see why the younger could be asking for him. maybe shushua would be the one to hang out with the guy, after being cooped up in his room for so long.

"... what the-?" joshua heard a door close in the distance when he poked his head out, looking around and about. it was even weirder when he saw that it was garam's damn door. "garam?" called out the older, just to see if he'd respond.

...

nothing came after.

just when he was about to go back inside, he saw a note on his door, prompting the raise of a brow. "what are you up to this time...?" because notes either meant sweet message or a wild goose chase he'd fallen victim to. so plucking it off the wood, he read through the english letters written on there with pencil.

'shushua :) i know you like bracellets bracelets but i physically can't like. handle beads bc i will lose them and i still need to get new ones for you (yes im the one who took it BUT I JUST WANTED TO TRY AND MAKE ONE. NOT LOSE BEADS) im so sorry bro. im looking for one rn as ur reading this <3

so i js mde one out of yarn. i asked my sister to help me. we can match with the rest of the guys once i finish the rest of them. sorry if i scared u lol

- the sunday night to ur sunday morning'

he blinked before looking to the doorknob. the bracelet was adjustable and had a nice strawberry color palette, which lead shua to assume that garam's was the opposite with blue instead of red. yeah, with how the note ended, they really were night and day. opposites yet clicked like puzzle pieces. unable to help the way he beamed, the bracelet was taken and put around his wrist.

the ravenette stared blankly at his ceiling, gazing at the green stars scattered across it like a sky outside. maybe one day he can ask somebody to look at the real night sky with him. lie on the grass, say that the sky looks pretty while looking at anywhere else but the stars.

then again, the stars had always been his company.

...

nothing came after.

#selenicives.chr ✶#moonlit tracts ✶#impulse writing!!!#m.t ; fallin' flower #seventeen 14th member au #oc #choigaram.chr (oc)#hong jisoo #joshua hong #svt imagines #svt scenarios #posted on 6/20 at 01:31am. christ

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quirklessidiot · 3 years

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title : cigarettes and parfaits [2] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, josei, mild angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right?

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT) Notes: tbh idk how marriage works in japan, all i know is that once you have both your signatures in the marriage registration certificate with one witness then you guys r married skdjssks anyways onto the story- also might i add this is happy story?? i promise yall, all youll see is cute stuff in this story bcos fuck angst (ok maybe lil angst since you know plot development) but i stand by that nanami kento deserves that trip to malaysia under the sun with his lover! before i forget to add, the age dynamics is that y/n is around 25 and nanami is 38. no power play and all that, just two healthy consenting adults! sorry for the early delete had some minor corrections :(

Izakaya-informal japanese bar

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*13 hours earlier; a night before at some random Izakaya in Tokyo*

You sat in front of your phone and three bottles of saki, despite your friends advising you countless of times to lay off drinking too much, all sense and warnings are thrown off the window tonight.

You’re clearly far from sobriety as you recall the video chat with your otosan not looking too good and bright, “Why don’t you move back home? It’s not like the teaching job at tokyo is all that great! You’re alone there and your obachan and I don’t like that a lot…” your father’s words haunt you again and again.

Just what was wrong with living alone? And excuse your otosan but you definitely had a very good job at Tokyo High (It was a prestigious academy that paid well, best job out there that you still didn’t know how you landed). You mumbled a few curses underneath your breath, Oh, how much you love that oaf of a father and worrywart of a grandmother but could they lay off the idea of settling down? You were a responsible and good child who never had stepped a toe out of line. Wasn’t that enough already? You immediately downed the drink and let the saki burn your throat down.

“Oh ho, slow down there.” You hear someone say, “You’re all alone and it seems like you have no one to help you back home.”

It seemed like the men on the opposite side of the bar had noticed you.

“I can take myself home, thank you very much.” You mumbled, loud enough for them to hear. Unlike older men who liked to prey on you for your innocent stature. The men who sat across you in the Izakaya didn’t really exude that sort of energy (what can you say, you had a knack of experiencing that, unfortunately).

“Are you sure? We can ask the owner to call a cab for you. She’s a woman and she’s a friend of ours.” the other one in robes pipes in, wait, was that a Buddhist monk?

“No, I’m good. It’s just…” You paused before letting out a long sigh, “A bad time so I need to stick around for a bit.”

The white-haired stranger tilts his head just a bit, “Seems like you and a friend of mine are both going through some rough patches.” he replied, pointing towards his blonde company who you didn’t notice until now.

You wordlessly shifted your gaze towards the office worker next to the Buddhist monk, you hadn’t noticed the blonde man until now. It seemed like he was going through a rough time too since the pair was loud and boisterous enough to conceal his silent presence.

You notice how out of place he looks with his crisp and clean suit, hard gaze, and silence. It made you wonder what sort of man hangs out with two contrasting personalities, “You’re wondering if he’s our friend or our boss, aren’t ya?” the white-haired man asks.

You immediately turn red in embarrassment, were you that easy to read? You try to stutter out an apology but the monk waves it off, “It’s alright, we get it all the time. Contrary to popular belief, Kento is two years younger than us and is our junior from high school.” He smiles.

“Ah,” you nodded mutely, “Sorry. It definitely wouldn’t make sense to see a boss and his subordinates at an Izakaya.”

“Oh, Kento-chan doesn’t usually go out drinking but he couldn’t resist. After all, he’s a father with two very emotional teenage boys.” The white-haired man teased in a sing-song voice. It seemed like the three were close, with the way they were carelessly lounging around the stoic and kind-of scary man.

“I’m starting to wonder if he gets that teasing attitude from you.” The blonde man, seemingly out of his trance, called out his friend. Contrasting to his aloof features, he didn’t mask the annoyance in his tone.

“Oh, uh, do you need help?” you quietly asked, tilting your head to the side in wonder. The blonde man’s head snapped to your direction and quirked a brow.

“And you are?” he seemed to be calculating and observing you from head to toe. It suddenly made you a bit self-conscious because this older gentleman had no business being this good looking and scary at the same time.

“Oh, I’m Y/N by the way. I’m actually a high school teacher.” You introduced yourself sheepishly, “I’m always surrounded by angsty teenagers.”

His gaze narrowed just a bit, it seemed like he’ll be giving you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was a bit desperate since he was getting advice from a drunk stranger in an Izakaya out of all places, “So what seems to be the problem, Ojisan?”

He’s still quite hesitant so it’s his white haired friend who speaks out for him, “You see, Kento-chan here just moved last week because of a promotion from Kyoto.” he grins, telling the story for his friend, “His kids aren’t very keen with the moving, well one of them is outright showing it and the other one is well keeping it in since he’s just the sweeter one.”

The white-haired stranger keeps babbling on about how his friend had regretted taking the work promotion because it feels like he shouldn’t have done that. You peerlessly observe the older man’s reaction while his friend talks about his problems to you. He remains stoic.

It didn’t look like it but it seemed like this man had such a soft spot for his kids.

How nice, his wife must be proud of him.

“... and before I forget to add, Kento-chan is very much single.”

You almost choke on your saliva, this friend of his sure knew how to run his mouth. It suddenly dawns upon you why this man had been very worried, he was a single parent who only wanted what was best for his boys but he didn’t even know how he should proceed now.

“Um, ojisan?” You quietly call out, “I think you’re doing great.”

Silence lingered in the air for a bit, you cringed at your rather awkward and forward approach, “Excuse me?” the older blonde man asked, clearly dismayed by your response.

“It’s just…” you ears turn red, not from the alcohol but from embarrassment, “You wouldn’t have moved in the first place if the pay wasn’t better than your old job, right? Plus you’re alone and raising two kids. It definitely isn’t easy to provide for everything alone but I can see that you did some careful reevaluation on the whole thing. Obviously you can’t avoid the fact that they feel bad but you can sit them down and talk to them about how the whole thing was beneficial not just for you but for them too.”

You spoke way too quickly that you wondered if the man could understand you.

The blonde man holds his breath for a moment, “I know…” he mumbles, “I just don’t really know how to talk to them.”

“Well, maybe you could take them out?” You advised, “Spend a whole day with them for a while and just move around with them. Help them get acquainted around their new school or something!”

You watch him silently look at his glass and think it over. Man, if this guy wasn’t older, your obaasan would outright agree and tell you to go out with him since she was never fond of how men weren’t as calm or laid back as he was.

“That sounds plausible. Thank you, Y/N-san.” his voice turned a bit softer and you feel your stomach turn just a little queasy by his tone. God, was the alcohol this bad?

“Well, would ya look at that.” the white-haired man grins, placing his drink up as if he was signaling everyone to cheers with him, “I told you drinking at an Izakaya would solve all your problems. For that, we should drink here again next week!”

The man glared at him yet again, “No. I should be heading home now. I can’t be anymore away from S-”

“Ah, ah. You promised that you’d stay until 2 am.” The white-haired man hushed, “Or I’ll be pestering you for a whole month.”

You could definitely tell that a vein popped on his forehead and his blood pressure was shooting up. Man, you were really starting to doubt that white-haired man was older than everyone in this room. He sure had the mental age of an elementary student.

“You also said I could leave after five drinks.”

“That’s only your second.”

“Satoru…” the Buddhist monk dangerously hovers over his white-haired friend. Wow, middle-age men sure were amusing, “You don’t even drink that well and he has to drive home…”

“Tit for tat, I’ll hire one of my personnel to drive you home after five drinks and I’ll leave you alone for a wee-”

“Please just leave me alone for my whole life.” the blonde man deadpanned.

Unlike you, he wasn't such a bad drinker. Four bottles for him and one more drink for you later, you're both kind of woozy and you had gotten on even friendlier terms with the three men who you now know as Geto-ojisan, Gojo-ojisan, and finally, Nanami-ojisan. Nanami was well into his late thirties while Geto and Gojo were in their forties.

If you were sober, you wouldn’t be making friends with older men. With stories of how easily young people are taken advantage of in the big city, you’d swerve away from them. Luckily, it seemed like they were a good trio and not once did they invite you to sit on their table so you had some good distance between you four and so far, they hadn’t tried anything funny or uncomfortable.

Geto is currently a lawyer, Gojo’s apparently some swanky businessman of god knows what you heard jewelry or something and Nanami was an accountant. A job that he described was ‘dead-end’ and ‘fucking boring’.

“...What happened to your wife, Nanami-ojisan?” you ask, the alcohol slowly shedding your shyness away.

“I told ya, Y/N-chan. He never was married. The way he got the kids was just complicated!” Gojo Satoru frowns, splaying his long limbs in the air, for a man so enthusiastic with drinking, he sure got drunk pretty quickly.

“Really? Didn’t you have a hard time? Wow…” you whistled, “I have such high…” you raised your hand as high as you could, “...respects for like, single parents!”

“See? See? But he can’t get a partner because of that Y/N-chan.” Gojo pouts, “...We’ve been setting him up on dates and such but he keeps bailing on them!”

“I have kids.” Nanami deadpans, narrowing his eyes.

“What my friends are trying to say, Kento has a number of opportunities to bring a partner into his life but he likes to use the boys and his work as an excuse.” Geto surmised, it seemed like the lawyer was also starting to feel the effects of the alcohol since he had become more talkative.

“He’s good-looking, right Y/N-chan? If he probably didn’t act like some fossil from the Triassic period, he wouldn’t have a problem sometimes about the boys having a mother figure!” Gojo rants, making Nanami flick his forehead.

“Idiot, must you tell this stranger all my problems?” Nanami harshly interjected.

“Well, you do know that to actually get a partner, you must get out there, right ojisan?” you try to calm him down, you didn’t want a bar fight to erupt.

“I know.” he rolls his eyes, “But the kids-”

“I know.” You try to smile, “You aren’t very interested in bringing just anyone in your life, right? The boys need a permanent figure and you think dating around is going to help.”

“Holy shit, Y/N-chan.” Gojo exclaims, “I thought you were a teacher? How come you know all this shit?”

“It’s basic, Gojo-san.” you smile, ready to take another swig of your saki, “You should take into consideration that Nanami-san isn’t just anyone who’d settle for less. He needs stability since he’s technically a parent.”

“That makes you a perfect pair, don’t you think?” Geto nonchalantly replies, “I mean, you need a stable man in your life who has all of it figured out and wouldn’t hold you back at all while Kento here needs a person who could not only be a good parent but also be as understanding.”

“That’s…” you chuckle, he technically was right, “That’s definitely odd how all our problems will be solved if we both just went out together.”

“... looks young enough to be my child.” Nanami rejoined, “why would Y/N-san like-”

“I mean, you’re good looking.” you shrug, rather shamelessly, “I wouldn’t mind going out with you. Heck, I wouldn’t mind if I married you.”

Gojo spits out the saki he was drinking all over the table and that makes you cringe in disgust, “As long as he doesn’t get invited to the wedding. I’d marry you. If you’d like we could even get married right here, right now.” you proudly proclaim.

The blonde man is thrown off by your statement yet he’s too drunk to even sip in the seriousness of your words, “Well as much as I agree on not inviting Gojo to my wedding, I don’t know-” he tries to explain.

“You know what, isn’t Geto-san a lawyer? He could have it notarized and all that right now then we could get married. I’ll be a great mom and help you out then you could help me get my family off my back. You scratch my back, I scratch yours!”

Geto is definitely in shock, how odd was it that he even had a marriage registration certificate in his briefcase back in the car too?

You both could just sign it and Satoru could sign it as your witness and he could have it officially notarized since he had his seal back there too.

Solved.

“So, Nanami-san, what do you say? Wanna marry me?”

Oh god, were you shameless.

Who in the right mind would marry a stranger, one who was thirteen years older and a father?

One thing was for sure, your friends were right. You definitely needed to stay away from alcohol.

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wolf-and-bard · 3 years

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The Geraskier Soccer Parents AU of my dreams (in an early morning strike of weird-brain):

-Geralt knows he isn't the best dad ever. He tries so goddamn hard, but his job is demanding and consumes so much time and even with Ciri being seven already, he still has essentially no clue what he's doing. He sometimes falls into bed, half-dead, and she is the one to give him a good-night kiss. He sometimes forgets she prefers cheese and puts ham on her sandwiches. He is sometimes too happy to have her sleep over at her friends rather than invite them to their house. He doesn't read her all the children's classics, doesn't go trick-or-treating with her, doesn't even pretend Santa Claus is a thing. He isn't the best dad ever. He tries.

-There is one thing he never, ever fails to do and that is take Ciri to soccer practice. Ciri picks up and drops hobbies, interests, even tastes by the week, still unsure what she wants to pursue, but soccer isn't only her favourite pastime, it's theirs. Practice is twice a week and they have a ritual for it. Geralt picks her up from school and drives her there, she tells him about what the dumb boys in her class said, how her art project is going etc. Geralt is there throughout practice, tucked in between Foltest - a guy who is constantly worried for his daughter Adda to get hurt and also very much anxious for her to do well - and Tissaia - a woman who has not one, but three girls in Ciri's age group and several more in others, and knits like a magician - and watches. He takes notes, silently cheers for Ciri.

-After their games and while Ciri changes, Geralt chats with her coach Vesemir - who used to be Geralt's coach, but now prefers to train the girls' teams - about the progress of the team, upcoming tournaments etc. Sometimes when Vesemir is indisposed, Geralt even leads the practice. When Ciri is all done, Tissaia usually has another hat or mitten finished and Geralt and her drive with their girls to whatever food place the girls are in the mood for. They have an early dinner in which Tissaia lectures the girls on their form and in which Ciri is sometimes allowed to sit on Geralt's lap - but only if Fringilla or Yen don't tease hear about it - but in which she definitely gets to steal his milkshake (Geralt hates milkshakes). Geralt only praises her when they're back in the car and Ciri tells him he's too much of a softie with her and should be more like Tissaia. Should maybe marry Tissaia. They both laugh because that is never going to happen.

-Life is good that way. It's not perfect, it's not without bumps, certainly not without tears and scrapes, but whatever the job, whatever injury Geralt carries with him, however long he has to drive, he never, never ever misses soccer practice.

-The season's just kicked off in the year of Ciri's eighth birthday when Geralt and her arrive early on the field to find the stands empty save for a girl in the most ridiculously colorful excercise clothes and blond hair that is braided intricately around her head. With her is a man, maybe five years Geralt's junior. Ciri bolts towards them with a bright grin and Geralt is hesitant to follow. He knows neither the girl nor the man, but from what he can gather she wants to join the team which is just what they need as they're one girl short this season. "Hi, I'm Ciri, I adore your braids." Geralt holds back on the eye-roll. It's nice Ciri can make friends this easily, but his house already is a shrine for role-playing and board games, dolls and random DVDs and another friend means more things Ciri will want to try out. "Thank you," the girl replies and tilts her head to better show them off. "My uncle Jaskier braided them for me, I'm sure he can do yours too." Both girls look up expectantly at the man and Geralt only really notices him then. He is averagely built with bright blue eyes and an even brighter smile. His floral print shirt has three open buttons and his pants barely reach his ankles. He has the look of a flippant music teacher or a hipster coffeeshop owner. His eyes meets Geralt's and, wait, did he just wink? "I'd love to, dear," he says in a smooth voice that absolutely does not go straight to Geralt's guts. Geralt turns on the spot and decides to pressure check the balls, but he can hear the others giggling as Jaskier braids Ciri's hair. "I'm Priscilla by the way. What's up with your dad?" - "Oh, don't mind him, he's bad with meeting new people." - "Very intense." That's Jaskier. Oh, Geralt will show him intense.

-Ciri invites them to their after-practice dinner. Geralt wants to begrudge her that, but she and Priscilla have latched onto each other in record speed and Jaskier actually fights Tissaia on some of her more strict stances and he braids Yen's and Sabrina's hair too, only Fringilla doesn't want him to touch hers which he respects. Geralt and Tissaia glance at each other. Come to a silent agreement. They may not befriend Jaskier, but he's sunny and so good with the girls and they can use someone like him among their ranks, someone who doesn't have Calanthe's tendency for swear words or Crach's tendency to break out beer in the middle of practice or even Nenneke's tendency to relate everything to the workings of god.

-Jaskier is as faithful as Geralt, perhaps the only one who shows up every time without fail. Shani's parents only drop her off and Crach switches between Cerys' and Hjalmar's practices and Tissaia sometimes texts Geralt to pick up her girls. Jaskier is there, every time, earlier than any of the others. He chats with Vesemir about his day-to-day, brings home-baked cookies for everyone, he cheers and whoops and tries very hard to understand soccer even though it's evident he doesn't. Geralt never wonders why it's him and not Priscilla's parents that come, it's none of his business. He begins to tolerate Jaskier, but he knows that is where he has to draw the line. He has his hands full with Ciri and his job and his brothers too. He can't afford friendships that extend beyond the field.

-Jaskier doesn't let him off though. He always takes the spot next to Geralt (technically an improvement over Foltest's sweaty visage) and prattles on and on, at least until the game begins. When it does, Jaskier divides his attention between the girls and the stack of paper on his lap which he annotates during practice. It's often either sheet music or the illegible scrawl of pre-teens or wonkily drawn instruments. Jaskier already told him, but from that too it is obvious that Geralt's hunch was right, he is a music teacher. Geralt finds his eyes darting to Jaskier's long fingers, nimble and calloused from the various string instruments he plays. Finds himself glancing at where Jaskier's tongue peeks out in concentration. He listens to the man's ramblings and hums his replies and comes to dislike the days when Vesemir isn't there and he has to focus all his attention on giving the girls a good practice. Not that he doesn't want to, it's just that having Jaskier at his back unnerves him.

-(Jaskier for his part doesn’t care at all about soccer, but he cares about Priscilla so he convinced her parents to let him take her; after that, she said it would be fine if he dropped her off and picked her up again, but Jaskier pretends he is super invested in the sport and the team and he is, but mostly he’s invested in charming Geralt)

-After an entire season of mutual pining and obliviousness, Tissaia decides she's had enough and rallies the other parents. She has Foltest organize a big party at his country house, has Nenneke promise to look after the girls (the woman doesn't drink) and has Crach whip out the finest spirits he has in storage. Calanthe makes a phenomenal playlist and it's Tissaia's job to get Geralt to the party (Jaskier's not a problem) and dress up nicely. Only Aridea, Renfri's stepmother, refuses to pitch in, but she's been a bitch anyway.

-When Geralt picks up Jaskier at his downtown flat he has to grip the wheel of his rover hard in order not to short-circuit. Jaskier has done something to his hair that Geralt can't name but that makes him go woozy inside. He wears a plain shirt that compliments his eyes and hugs his body just right and he looks high on life with color in his cheeks and the most dazzling smile. He's gorgeous. "Darling, don't you look dashing," Jaskier says excitedly and props his feet up on the dashboard, only after kissing Geralt on the cheek. Which is not fair. "Likewise," Geralt mutters, then blushes furiously. He didn't want that to come out, oh no. Jaskier either didn't hear or acts like it and they drive in silence to Foltest's country house. Well, aside from the songs Jaskier hums under his breath, some new composition no doubt.

-At first, Geralt thinks it's a nice enough party for someone who doesn't like parties. Foltest's grilling burgers, they all have cocktails, the music is mellow. Not that that stops Jaskier from swirling an already quite drunk Calanthe over the terrace in dazzling moves. Geralt wants to be swirled like that. "You really have it bad, don't you?" Crach comments when he notices Geralt staring. Geralt downs his beer (he's no cocktail drinker) and tries pointedly not to stare at how Jaskier's swinging his ass around.

-The buzz makes it easier and he relieves Foltest at the barbecue for a bit. But then Jaskier walks up to him, a little short on breath and grinning his most flirtatious little grin. It gives him fucking dimples. Sigh. "Hey you big strong man," Jaskier says. He smells like pineapple and coconut, but isn't even a little drunk. "Jask," he says, pointedly flipping a burger. "Foltest says he has an old karaoke machine in the shed, but it's too heavy for me. Help me?" - "...fine." Geralt gestures for Foltest to keep up with the meat and he and Jaskier make their way along a garden path that winds through thickets and by a small pond. The shed is painted blue and white and Geralt and Jaskier find it very much cluttered, but not dirty which is nice. Geralt only understands it's a trap when it's already sprung on them. The tiny click of the look is almost inaudible over Jaskier's anxious commentary of their search for the machine. There is only one small window and no light Geralt can see. Fuck.

-"Ehm, Jaskier?" he reaches out and gently touches Jaskier's shoulder which has the other man yelp and jump. Which doesn't bode well for what Geralt has to tell him. "I think we're trapped." The effect is immediate. Jaskier goes rigid, his breath catches. Is he afraid? Claustrophobic perhaps? Shit, so he can't be in on the joke. "Jask?" - "Geralt. I know we aren't the closest, but I need you to hold me right now." And he launches himself at Geralt. Maybe he is in on the joke? No, he's trembling too hard for that. Geralt catches him and does as asked. "I am absolutely going to die," Jaskier whines into Geralt's neck and Geralt can't help a small chuckle as he rubs Jaskier's back soothingly. This is... surprisingly nice for a trap. Also likely Tissaia's doing. Geralt has a rare idea. "What if I distract you until someone finds us?" he murmurs against Jaskier's hair and Jaskier draws back a little. In the half-dark his eyes glisten, widen when they meet Geralt's. "You would?" - "Close your eyes, Jaskier." Geralt feels a surge of daring, perhaps granted by the intimacy and seclusion of the situation. He catches Jaskier's lips with his own. When they part, Jaskier grins, shaking from something other than fear. "I thought you didn’t much like me," he whispers. "I thought I got on your nerves." - "Idiot." They kiss again and, faintly, Geralt can hear someone cheer from outside.

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calaofnoldor · 4 years

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Fake It ‘Til You Make It

Characters: Sam x Reader (gender neutral), Dean

Words: 3,295

Summary: Dean and his lady of the night are being obnoxiously loud, so you and Sam devise a plan of retaliation.

Warnings: fluff, implied smut, wee bit o’ language, mutual pining and other fun tropes

A/N: thank you for all the love and support on “Dean, Don’t” (there will be a sequel due to positive feedback!) tbh, i’m not sure how i feel about this one, but every single like, comment, and reblog is always super-duper appreciated!

MASTERLIST

Another hunt for the books, another bar tab for your fake credit card. Another leggy blonde for Dean, and another evening spent harboring your secret yet ever-growing crush for Sam Winchester. This was becoming a pattern lately.

You'd decided to join the brothers on their last several hunts after bumping into (and nearly decapitating) Dean in a vamp-infested warehouse in Colorado. That night, you bought him a beer to recompense, but he was rather swiftly distracted by the busty barmaid, and you ended up talking to Sam all night instead.

There was an instant chemistry between the two of you, what with your shared passion for monster lore and college dropout histories, conversation always flowed easily and often without end.

Tonight had been no different, from the moment you walked into the rundown bar in Iowa, and immediately placed a bet on the fate of Dean's evening entertainment.

"Twenty bucks says he goes home with that blonde in the red dress over there," you jerked your head towards the woman in question.

"Oh, you're so on L/N. She's way too classy for him. My money's on that short one over there with the space buns."

"Deal," you shook on it, while struggling to ignore the spark his touch ignited.

Three beers in and you had almost completely forgot about your bet, until Dean swaggered over with one arm draped casually around the shoulders of his blonde conquest. "We're gonna head out for the night, see you guys later."

You waited until the front door closed behind them before turning to Sam with a triumphant grin. "Pay up, Winchester," you held your hand out expectantly.

“How are you so good at that? I’m the one who’s been watching him my whole life.” He shook his head with amiable amusement while digging out a twenty-dollar bill from his pocket.

You shrugged a little, “You learn to read people fairly quickly on the job.”

“Y/N, we have the same job.”

You pretended to ponder this fact for a moment, your brows furrowing, “I guess I’m just a better hunter then?” It was an obvious jest, and you both knew it, as evidenced by the wide, matching smiles that broke out across both your faces.

God, how you loved his smile, especially the genuine ones that brought out his dimples and lit up his eyes, but even more so, you adored any smile behind which you were the cause. Those you stored amidst your most cherished memories and replayed in your mind a hundred times over on nights when the insomnia hit… Oh no, had you been staring for too long?

Abruptly, you turned towards the bartender, waving the newly acquired bill in your hand, and proceeded to order the next round.

Fortunately, the night carried on with its jovial tone, and you were almost able to disregard the desire to touch Sam’s veiny forearms when he rolled up the sleeves of his plaid, or the need to run your hands through his luscious locks whenever a wayward strand fell before his glimmering eyes.

“I guess we should head out soon. Dean’s probably gonna want to leave early tomorrow morning.”

“Right, yeah.” At this point, you were feeling a little woozy from the alcohol, and Sam’s hands were suddenly grasping your biceps as you rose unsteadily from the barstool.

“I’m OK,” you laughed it off, but instantly missed the warmth of his palms that seemed to seep through your clothes and set your skin alight. Sam simply smiled at you, yet something in his eyes was so resplendent you felt goosebumps replace the fire along your arms. You must have been staring again, for Sam looked away somewhat embarrassedly and asked if there was something on his face.

Ugh, why did he have such an effect on you? You’d been around plenty of male hunters in the past, some nearly just as attractive, but you’d always managed to keep your wits about you. Indeed, your unrelenting rationality was usually a subject of pride for you, yet here you were, a blubbering mess after a mere touch on the arm and that stupid smile.

Looking down, you grumbled a quick apology and a senseless explanation that involved blaming the booze before you took off.

Sam followed after you, but not before double checking that you had grabbed all your belongings. There was a strong and instinctive urge to look after and protect that stirred within him whenever you were around, and he couldn’t neglect it if he tried.

It wasn’t that you were weak and needed someone to look out for you. Sam knew you’d been more or less hunting on your own for years now, and could certainly roll with the best of them, himself and Dean included. No, Sam knew you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, yet he still could not brush the nagging need to keep you safe and by his side whenever possible.

At times, he felt as if a spell had overcome him and he was no longer in control of his senses when it came to you. It was annoying, really.

Tonight, for instance, Sam could have sworn he spent the better part of your time at the bar glaring down any man who came within three feet of you, foolishly daring to try their chances with you. He was sure you’d notice his strange behavior at some point, but you simply talked the night away with him, smiling that stupendous smile, the one that made him lose his breath.

Everything about you enchanted him, and Sam often found himself wishing he could just dive in and kiss you, hold you in his arms and never let you go. He was sure you could read it all in his eyes by now.

To his disappointment, however, you never gave any indication of reciprocation, always treating him in a strictly platonic manner, whether intentionally or out of ignorance, Sam didn’t know. But he never dared make a move, and he convinced himself that he felt fortunate enough to have you as a friend.

The walk back to the motel wasn’t long, although Sam took deliberately small steps to prolong your time together. When you reached the brothers’ room, your eyes fell upon a grey sock dangling unceremoniously from the doorknob. So Dean had taken Blondie to his motel room.

“How’s that for classy?” you looked up at Sam with a small smirk.

He let out a huff of a laugh and shook his head while staring at the sock. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time he spent a night in the Impala.

“Hey, why don’t you just come over to my room,” you suggested as you motioned next door, “We can chill in there for a bit, wait it out?”

Sam’s eyes shot up to your face. All he had to hear was “come over to my room,” and his brain immediately began imagining all the potential scenarios those five little words could lead to… if you felt even an inkling of what he felt for you. He gulped and tried to reel his thoughts in, meeting your gaze with a dreamy look.

“Um… yeah, OK, sure, yeah. That sounds good. I mean, you sure you don’t mind?” he stumbled out.

You laughed that brilliant laugh, “No, I should probably sober up a little before I sleep anyway.”

Sam nodded, afraid of what words might escape if he opened his mouth again, and the two of you made your way towards the adjacent motel room. He watched as your delicate hands worked the key and instantly took note of the angry red scrapes and cuts along your palm when you turned your wrist to unlock the door.

Brows knit with concern, Sam silently berated himself for failing to take better care of you. He remembered you took a nasty fall when the ghost had thrown you aside to get to the brothers as they burned the necklace that tethered it to this realm. You must have landed on the concrete and braced yourself with your hands.

As you both stepped into the dim and modest room, Sam was about to ask for your first aid kit when you suddenly brought your arms overhead and stretched out your lithe body with a soft, satisfactory grunt. When the hem of your shirt rode up, Sam had to look away to stop himself from staring at the anti-possession tattoo that peeked out above your hip bone. Just that sliver of skin was so alluring to him; he really was in deep.

When you lowered your arms back down, you sent him a small, apologetic smile, “Sorry, it just always feels good to do that after a hunt and a night out in town.”

Sam nodded again, still finding it difficult to come up with the right words, but then he remembered his previous mission. “Give me your hand.”

“W-what?” you stuttered, dumbfoundedly. It was your turn to wonder if you’d heard right.

“Your hand, let me see it.” He repeated, and this time he simply caught your wrist and took your hand gingerly in his, turning it such that your palm faced up, so he could examine the extent of the damage.

“Oh,” you breathed out, slightly relieved, “It’s fine, it’s just a scratch.” You tried to pull your hand out of his intoxicating grip, but he held on quite firmly.

“Y/N, we need to clean these and bandage them so they don’t get infected.”

He had pulled you rather close to him, to the point where you could feel his body heat emanating towards you, and you hated to admit the proximity was really messing with your mind. All you could think about was the deliciously muscled torso that surely lay beneath those layers of cotton, and what it would feel like to run your hands across it.

Sam took advantage of your lack of response and led you to sit on the edge of the bed. As he went to look for the first aid kit, you couldn’t help but admire his backside, especially when he bent over to rummage through your duffle bag in the corner.

When he returned to your side, you quickly closed your jaw and reached over for the cleaning supplies, but he held it out of your reach and grasped your hand again instead. Your eyes met for moment, and almost as if on cue, a loud, lascivious moan came through the room’s thin walls.

Sam felt his cheeks heat up, and hastily averted his gaze. He mentally cursed his brother’s wanton ways, but when he heard your giggling, all was forgiven.

“I guess someone’s having a good time.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think this’ll be quite as enjoyable for you.” He motioned to the alcohol in his other hand with a sheepish smile, “I probably don’t need to tell you this is gonna hurt.”

You shook your head slightly, but still winced a little when he poured the disinfectant over your wounds.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry.” Sam sounded truly remorseful and you chuckled.

“What are you sorry for? It’s not like you threw me to the ground, and besides, you’re helping me now,” you murmured softly.

“Well you did get in it’s way to protect m- us. And I don’t like to see you in pain.”

He meant ‘people’ of course, you told yourself in vain. He’s obviously a nice guy and he doesn’t like to see anyone in pain. That’s why he’s a hunter. Duh.

You were trying, unsuccessfully, to slow your heart rate when another emphatic cry came from the direction of the older Winchester’s room.

“Oh! Oh my god!” The high pitch had your eyes widening.

“You can call me Dean, sweetheart,” came the muted reply.

You and Sam both rolled your eyes before he continued to treat and bandage your hand. His fingers, though rough, were improbably gentle against your skin and frequently sent shivers down your spine. It was all making you quite jittery and you really weren’t sure you could take it much longer. To exacerbate things, Dean and Blondie managed to vocalize their passions on at least five more occasions by the time Sam completed his work.

It was becoming rather aggravating, particularly because you found it extraordinarily hard to look Sam in the eyes or maintain a normal conversation with him when you were constantly getting bombarded by the sounds of his brother and his lady of the night copulating next door.

You stood as soon as Sam let go of your hand, needing to release some energy. “You know what, we can’t just let them dick us around like this all night!”

Sam laughed at your word choice and looked up at you, a fond curiosity shining through his eyes, “OK, but what could we possibly do to get back at them?”

You paused your pacing for a minute, racking your brain for an answer to their impudence. Sam watched as a gleam appeared in your eyes and a mischievous smile took over your features.

“I’ve got it! My friend and I used to do this back in college when our roommate brought dates home and they got a little too carried away. It’s basically a game of chicken.”

Sam raised his brow in question so you continued, “If they’re gonna be obnoxiously loud with their fornication rituals, then we can go at it too.”

“I-I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s simple. An eye for an eye. We don’t even have to make it sound real, just as long as it’s equally loud and disturbing.”

“Y/N, are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting? That we pretend to have s-sex?” Sam was feeling considerably dubious about your plan, as he couldn’t imagine himself holding back if you were to act in any way sensual around him, even if it was all make believe.

Just then, another resounding squeal of pleasure travelled to your ears and before Sam could stop you, you took the opportunity to show him what you were talking about.

“Oh! Yes!” You exclaimed salaciously in return.

Sam’s eyes grew as he stared at you in disbelief. Your own eyes were closed and your face contorted to an expression of intense pleasure that Sam had only dreamed about. He couldn’t stop fidgeting in his place on the bed, thankful that the first aid kit still sat on his lap as he adjusted his trousers a bit.

“Y/N, I don’t-“

“Come on, Sammy, join me! Trust me, it works every time.”

Sam didn’t have time to contemplate how much he loved the sound of his childhood nickname rolling off your tongue because a second howl came from the next room, this time lower in pitch, though you were there to answer regardless. “Oh my gosh, yes! Right there!”

If Sam thought the effect that you had on him normally was overwhelming, he was undoubtedly unprepared for the way his body responded to you making ludicrously pornographic sounds not two feet from him. Everything seemed to disappear around him until only you remained and held the entirety of his focus.

“Ooh, faster! Harder, Sam!”

Fuck. You said his name. And you said it with lust in your voice. It was as if all his fantasies had come to life before him in some twisted and desperately maddening form. Something in him snapped, and before he knew it, he was standing across from you, staring fixedly at your face, as you shouted in unison.

“Ungh! Oh god, Y/N!”

“Yes, that’s it! Don’t stop!”

Sam’s deep voice compelled your eyes to snap open. He was already looking straight at you, and you could almost taste the tension.

“Oh, baby! You feel so good!”

You didn’t join him this time. You couldn’t. He had you in a trance, his lips, jaw, neck, shoulders, the way his chest moved towards you when he inhaled, the sheer size of him. It was all too much. So you simply stared, feeling your breath come and go faster than you were used to.

There was a split second, or perhaps it was a lifetime, in which the two of you stood still, eyes locked in a fiery exchange, but in the next instant you both lunged forward, lips and teeth and noses and bodies clashing in a passionate, long-awaited display of carnal thirst.

But the kiss ended far too soon for your liking. “Wait, wait, Y/N. I really want this, but you’re probably still drunk, and I don’t wanna take advantage of you or the situation.” Sam panted hurriedly.

You smiled at his chivalry yet shook your head in disagreement, “Sam, don’t be an idjit. I don’t think I’ve ever been more sober, and I definitely haven’t wanted anything more than this, right now.” Your voice was just as breathy.

Sam moved his hands back to your face and that glorious, dimpled smile returned, “Baby, are you sure?”

The nickname brought a flutter to your heart, “Yes, I swear to heaven and hell, if you don’t kiss me again, Sam Winchester-“

His lips cut yours off in another bruising yet completely satisfying declaration of need. Your back arched and he brought one hand down to pull your waist flush against his solid form.

“Mmph,” you moaned against his mouth.

God, Sam couldn’t handle the sounds you made. A man could only hold back for so long. His enormous moose hands frantically grabbed at your ass, hoisting you into his arms in no time and carrying you back towards the bed.

Let’s just say Dean and Blondie truly had no idea of the spectacular and thunderous show they were in for.

The next morning, Sam awoke with a warm weight on his chest. He looked down to find your slumbering form nuzzled against him, head tucked beneath his chin and legs messily intertwined. A fond smile crossed his face as he subconsciously tightened his hold on you and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. The feeling of elation didn't fade as he closed his eyes to rest again, but it did recede ever so slightly to the backburner when the door clicked and his brother came barging in. “Alright, rise and shine, lovebirds! That was quite the show you guys put on last night, hope it didn't-“ “Shhh! Dean, shut up!” Sam shushed his brother with a stage whisper whilst scrambling to cover your bare back with the disheveled sheets surrounding you, but Dean had already glimpsed the evidence. “Sammy, you sly dog!” He wiggled his brows, grinning proudly at his little brother, "And here I thought I was the only one who got laid last night." “Dean, get out.” "Yeah ok, I'm gone," he raised his hands in assent. "But tell your sweetheart we're leaving in twenty," Dean added before he finally let the door shut behind him.

His sweetheart. Sam sure liked the sound of that. The corners of his lips struggled not to raise with glee. "Mm, was that Dean?" you mumbled against Sam's chest, fingers tracing the ink of his anti-possession tattoo with half-lidded eyes. "Yeah, just came to tell us we're leaving in twenty." He gave your hip a gentle squeeze "He knows, doesn’t he?" You rubbed your eyes with a yawn. Sam chuckled at your adorably sleepy state. “Yeah, sorry…” he trailed off, unsure of how you would respond to the news.

“Well, don’t be. That just means I get to do this whenever I want.” You lifted your head to kiss him hard, and his hands instinctively cradled your face, pulling you closer until you were straddling his lap and completely awake.

“You know, I think we still have about 15 minutes.”

“I like the way you think, Winchester.”

A/N #2: thank you so much for reading! i’d now like to apologize for this obligatory self plug, but there’s new stuff available at lexicolor.redbubble.com, just fyi :)

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happy-whumper · 3 years

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Food Poisoning

Is this..actual content? Damn who would have thought that would happen again 💀🤣

For a bit of context, this is set before Olivia came to Nicolas, actually her last 'owner' before him.

psh psh @darklyria, come simp for the Evil bastard Man~

CW: Poisoning/Drugging, Starvation, Vomiting, begging, creepy/intimate whumper, noncon touching (non sexual), pet whump (if I forgot anything, please let me know and I will add it!)

5 days. It had been 5 days since Olivia had last eaten.

She was laying on her back on the wooden floor, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the aching emptiness in her stomach, another wave of nausea washing over her, causing her to tightly close her eyes.

Deep breaths.

Easier said than done, considering the just slightly too tight collar around her neck. Not quite tight enough to fully cut off her airflow but enough to cause her breathing to be labored and shaking lightly. She tried to swallow but her mouth was completely dried out, leaving an almost stale taste behind.

At the door stood two people, a man and a woman.Olivia didn’t need to turn her head to know that they were there. She didn’t know their names or maybe she had known them at some point and just forgotten.

Either way it didn’t matter, they never did anything to help her anyways. Just stood there, watching. Making sure she didn’t try anything stupid.

These times were still the closest she came to having some peace, the closest she came to being alone. But they never lasted long.

As if on command she heard awfully familiar footsteps approaching. Confident, determined and almost..relaxed in a way.

Olivia shivered, both from the dreadful anticipation as well as the almost numbing cold she had been feeling for the past days.

She tried to somehow prepare herself for what was about to come, knowing full well it wouldn’t have any use anyways.

As the door opened and a tall, blond man in a casually expensive looking white shirt walked in, Olivia had just managed to at least half sit up, still mainly leaning on her hand and elbow. Something about the man caused all the attention to immediately shift towards him, something he was clearly very aware of.

He was grinning, there was something smug about it, that made Olivia want to punch him, but since that wasn’t exactly possible she instead resorted to glaring dagger at him, only causing his smile to only get even more amused.

“Aw, well someone doesn’t look happy to see me…”

Clenching her jaw Olivia tried to push herself up a bit more, but failed because of the weakness in her muscles. “Yeah I wonder why.”

Nathan just laughed at that, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “What’s wrong Princess, not in a good mood today?” The ‘nickname’ made her skin crawl and she wasn’t sure if the next wave of nausea came from hunger or pure disgust by the man looking down on her.

She didn’t bother responding, which he didn’t seem to care about too much. He stepped a bit closer, crouching down in front of her and firmly grabbing her chin, causing her to instinctively pull away. “Ah, ah, ah, what did I say about pulling away from me, hm?” His voice was still calm but she didn’t miss the warning undertone in it causing her to immediately freeze.

He chuckled lightly to himself, lightly brushing his thumb over her chin, causing a feeling of discomfort and disgust to send a shiver down her spine. “That’s what I thought,” he made a gesture to the man standing at the door, causing him to move out of Olivia’s view, leaving her a bit uneasy as Nathan started talking again, “Well, I actually have something that might cheer you up a bit Princess~”.

She felt her heart drop, her eyes immediately going wider. That never meant anything good…

A few seconds later the broader man appeared again, handing Nathan something she instantly recognised, only increasing the feeling of unease in her chest and causing the hairs on her arms to stand up.

“No! Get that..fucking thing away from me!” Rapidly shaking her head and almost crawling backwards, she stared at the short, black leash in his hand. The man in front of her just smirked at her reaction, a hint of impatience.

“Hm, I see someone’s decided to be… difficult today, hm pet?”, he leaned back a bit, lightly tapping has chin as if he was considering something, looking towards the man next to him, “I am not sure if such an ungrateful pet deserves to eat after all…”

At his last words Olivia's head immediately snapped up, a sudden feeling of desperation taking over her, still awfully aware of her empty stomach. “No, please I’m sorry I-”, his head turned towards her, lightly raising an eyebrow with an expectant grin on his face. For a moment she stayed silent, her mouth feeling even more dried out than before, swallowing hard and as a result feeling the tight collar press into her throat. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear and even though a part of her wanted anything but to give in to him, the bigger, more present and louder part was desperate, willing to do anything to just get something to eat.

“P-please Sir...I’m sorry I…”, she closed her eyes for a moment, almost forcing the words out, “I’ll be good Sir, I promise, please!” Her cheeks burned from embarrassment and humiliation but as she opened her eyes again and saw the satisfied smile on his face, she knew that it had been convincing enough.

“Hm, I love hearing you beg like this… So desperate, aren’t you princess?” Olivia bit the inside of her lip so hard that the faint taste of blood filled her mouth but she nodded, her eyes glued to the ground. “Y-yes Sir…”

“Good pet.”

About 45 minutes later, Olivia could finally remember what it was like to not feel hungry again, almost allowing her to relax a bit.

She lightly glanced up to Nathan who was sitting in a chair at the head of a conference room-like table, calmly listening to the other Man around the table talking and discussing. Despite the fact that she was kneeling next to him, the humiliation burning through her, she almost felt...grateful.

As if it hadn’t been Nathan who had starved her in the first place.

Suddenly a wave of dizziness came over her, prompting her to close her eyes for a moment, trying to fight the dazed feeling, not thinking too much of it.

The sudden feeling of a hand in her hair made her flinch, her eyes instinctively flying open, from the corner of her eye noticing the light smirk on the Man’s face.

She let out a breath, trying her best to just ignore it and focus on something else.

Only a few minutes later she once again started feeling light-headed, more severe than the first time, causing her to suck in a sharp breath, catching Nathan’s attention again.

“Everything alright dear?” His voice sounded almost concerned, if Olivia’s mind hadn’t been so woozy she would have picked up on the fake sincerity behind it. As it was though, she just nodded slowly, suddenly feeling nauseous, her eyes going wide, shifting on her knees.

Nathan chuckled lightly to himself, tightening the grip in her hair lightly, but she barely even registered it over the sudden stabbing pain in her stomach, letting out a pained gasp.

She quickly shut her eyes again, the nausea and dizziness getting worse by the second. It felt like the whole room was spinning, the floor underneath her shifting and turning, leaving her dazed and disoriented.

What the hell…

What she couldn’t see was the cruel smile spreading across Nathan's face as he leaned back in his chair, watching Olivia. More to himself, not loud enough for Olivia to hear, he chuckled lightly “Well that worked faster than I expected… “. He gestured to one of his ‘assistants’, signaling him to walk over to him.

"Yeah, Boss?" Nathan didn't even so much as turn his head, his eyes fixated on his pet, who's gaze was getting more glossy and distant. "Take my pet back to my room, I'll be there as soon as this here is done. Until then you stay with her and watch her. Wouldn't want to risk any...more permanent damage."

The man Paused for a Moment, getting a mildly confused look on his face, frowning lightly. "Uh… With all due respect Sir, you want me to play Babysitter?".

At that Nathan turned to him, raising an eyebrow "Is there a Problem? James, isn't it?", as the other nodded he continued talking, "Now I understand it that you're new here, so let me explain something to you. If I say something, you do it, you don't question me, you don't give any comments on it, you simply Follow the Order. I pay you enough for you to simply do that, don't you Think?" His voice had gotten colder now, a clear warning to not test his patience any further.

James nodded quickly, clearly a bit more intimidated now. "Oh yes of course Boss. Sorry." He lightly cleared bis throat and Nathan just nodded swiftly, turning his attention back to the men at the Table whose conversation had fallen quiet, the attention turned towards the Man sitting at the head of the Table. "Excuse me Gentlemen, just something small I had to take care of, please continue".

As the conversation slowly started again, the taller Man, James, Walked around the Chair, harshly grabbing Olivia's arm and pulling her up. The sudden motion combined with the nearly overwhelming dizziness caused her to stumble and almost fall, reflexively reaching out to the nearest surface, in that case the armrest of Nathan's chair, grabbing onto it as though her life was dependent on it.

Without turning around, Nathan put a Hand on Olivia's back, something that would have normally made her skin crawl but she was almost grateful for now.

"Careful. I would hate for you to damage my property."

By the time they were back in the bedroom, Olivia was sure that she was dying.

Every part of her body was taken over by an aching, hot pain, making her feel like she was burning from the inside out.

Her stomach felt like it was being cut open from the inside by a thousand tiny knives, leaving her almost breathless. In Addition to that she felt a burning fire build up behind her eyes, Lifting her arms up with a groan and pressing her Hands against her temples, granting a short Relief of the burning heat.

That Relief only lasted until the overwhelming nausea caused her to empty the insides of her stomach into the Toilet in front of her.

She couldn't remember how she even got to the bathroom floor but at that Moment she also didn't have the energy to Think about it, as the bitter taste of bile made her gag again, despite her stomach being completely emptied out.

Hot tears were running down her face, a ragged sob shaking up her whole body. She let herself drop to the cold floor, savouring the short alleviation of the cold, pulling her knees up to her chest, hoping for any sort of relief to the pain. But it never came. If anything, it just got worse the more time passed, making her feel like her insides were twisting and turning in cruel agony.

As a sudden, almost stabbing feeling went through her she wanted to scream, but her body was too worn out to bring up the energy, only managing a broken whimper. Olivia once again screwed her eyes shut, hoping that she might at least pass out so the pain would stop.

While she collapsed on the floor, James was standing in the doorway, his back turned away from her, frowning in annoyance. He hadn’t been paying too much attention to what exactly she was doing, still irritated about the fact that he had to ‘babysit’ now.

He scoffed, shaking his head lightly and crossed his arms in front of his chest, half glaring at the door across the room.

If I had known that this was part of the job I would have thought twice before taking it…

At the sound of a broken sob he turned around, narrowing his eyes but instantly freezing at the sight before him.

The girl, or 'pet' as his Boss referred to her, was lying on the stone tiles curled up in a fetal position, her breathing unsteady and interrupted by muffled sobs, her whole body trembling and shaking.

He felt his stomach drop, a sickening feeling spreading throughout his body. From the others he had heard about how his new Boss treated his ‘pets’, that it was just to be ignored, but this was the first time he had witnessed it first hand.

James didn’t even know her name and yet he felt awful seeing her lying there, her pale face almost matching the colour of the tiles her head was resting on and the pained whimpers escaping her throat.

But he knew that there wasn’t anything he could do to help her, no matter how much he wanted to. The others had warned him about that too, it would easily cost him his job if not worse and at the end of the day, it would only make things worse for her as well.

So all he did was stand there, watching her with an almost overwhelming feeling of helplessness.

About 10 minutes later, the bedroom door opened and the tall blond Man stepped through, a relaxed smile on his face. James had turned around again, not bearing the sight of the girl suffering any longer.

As Nathan walked towards him, his smile only seemed to widen, causing James to feel sick. How could he seem so...happy while another person was clearly in misery? He shivered lightly, keeping his gaze on the wall across from him.

Nathan glanced at him lightly from the side, smirking. “Now, was ‘babysitting’ really so bad?” James didn’t respond but the other Man clearly didn’t really look for an answer anyways, walking past him and crouching down in front of the girl who was still trembling violently.

If he hadn't known better, James would have thought that the way Nathan looked down on her was almost… caring. But that was only until he saw the sadistic amusement in his eyes, as he brushed a strand of hair that was sticking to the sweat drenching her forehead, to the side.

"You can leave now." He didn't turn around as he gave the command and James didn't hesitate to leave the room, not turning back once.

Olivia could feel the light touch, too exhausted even so much as flinch. She heard him chuckle lightly but it felt as though the Sound was muffled through a thick veil.

"Please…", her voice was barely above a whisper, shaking and unsteady, "Please, Sir I-i'm sorry, I-i-i..i'll be good, I promise!".

Another Wave of pain shot through her, forcing out a broken sob. "Please...please just m-make it s-stop...It hurts…"

Nathan just watched her with increasing satisfaction, fully enjoying seeing her broken down like that. "Oh you're so pretty begging and crying for me like this princess…"

Chuckling lightly to himself, he tilted his head to the side a bit. "Let's get you somewhere a bit more comfortable, hm?"

The last thing Olivia became aware of, was the feeling of someone picking her up, instinctively grabbing onto Nathan's shoulder for support to fight the new wave of lightheadedness before closing her eyes again, the darkness finally taking over and letting her escape into the temporary safety of unconsciousness.

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solarwonux · 4 years

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Autumn Leaves

campus crush!jeonghan x f!reader

w.c: 3.1k

warnings: language, angst, suggestive

note: don’t mind me I’m just starting to re-upload all my old works onto tumblr again. This time last year I uploaded this story so I thought it was very fitting to re-upload it again around the same time. I hope you enjoy let me know your thoughts.

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The first time you ever laid eyes on Yoon Jeonghan, the leaves had just started to change color. The dull greens slowly fading away as the days went by being replaced by the bright hues of oranges and reds. The leaves that had managed to fall due to their dying cause left a lovely trail behind as you made your way to your first class of the day.

That’s when you saw him, right in between the law building and the library. There he was laying down underneath a tree full of autumn leaves. Paying no attention to the boy who was talking rather animatedly next to him. He was looking up at the sky covered in leaves, an arm tucked underneath his head. You watched as a single bright colored leaf fell upon his chest. How he picked it up and twirled it between his thumb and middle finger. How he nodded absentmindedly at what the boy next to him was saying. How he threw the leaf he was holding to the side and sat up on his forearms. How his eyes met yours for a brief second and you knew you were done for.

You scrambled around trying to pick a different point to focus your attention on. You told yourself to get moving, that your class was waiting and being late was never an option no matter what. Yet, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his perfect brown ones. When he smiled at you curiously before point towards the law building, almost as if he were telling you to get going before you were late. You didn’t know why you did it, but you nodded before turning and walking away. The single sound of his laughter ringing in your eyes as you approached your destination.

The rest of the day and so on your thoughts were invaded by him. The way the sunlight had hit his perfect features making him look ethereal. How his laughter had managed to heat up your checks as well as your heart. And for the remainder of the semester, you made sure to leave your dorm room extra early, every Monday and Wednesday. In hopes of catching the blonde boy that had managed to capture your heart. But the more the weather grew colder, the less hope you had in ever seeing him again.

And as the days bleed on you had started to forget about him slowly.

That was until the grueling snow had finally melted and the springtime began. The flowers had just started growing, making the campus look like a garden of tulips. The dead trees slowly gaining their leaves, blossoming into perfection as they regained their life once again.

You had promised to sit in on Jihoon’s soccer practice. “I’m going to make captain this year, I can feel it.” Your best friend exclaimed excitedly over the phone. You smiled and nodded while walking to the library.

“Ahh, I know you will, that’s why we’ll go out to celebrate afterward.” You suggested.

“Sounds like a plan, I’ll meet you by the locker rooms when practice is over.” He added before saying quick goodbye and hanging up.

That’s how you ended up sitting on the bleachers. Trying to keep your focus on Jihoon who was bursting with excitement ever since the coach had named him team captain. And you supposed that the universe had its ways of working against your favor. Because just as you started to shift your attention on something else that wasn’t him.

He was back, his hair color had changed from the unnatural platinum blonde you had first seen him into a soft brown. Back then you were sure he couldn’t have looked better. Until you saw the sun rays of the setting sun hitting him at just the right angle that made your heart want to burst from how hard it was beating.

In his sweating form, he looked beautiful, like a fallen angel that had made its way down to Earth. In order to capture the hearts of innocents as he had captured yours. You tried to shift your attention to your best friend or anyone else for that matter. Your attempts being deemed as unsuccessful.

For the remainder of Jihoon’s practice, you fought with yourself for acting like an idiot. For getting all giddy inside whenever you heard his voice shout an obscene amount of insults at his teammates jokingly. For letting your legs grow weak whenever his laughter found its way into your veins making you choke on air. Bottom line you were a nervous mess and you weren’t sure how you managed to survive the rest of the practice without fainting.

As you waited for Jihoon while sitting on a bench in front of the locker room. You tried to keep yourself distracted by checking all social media. Even platforms you hadn’t seen yourself checking since freshman year of high school. Literally, anything to keep your mind off of a sweaty breath-taking brunette boy who had come to own your heart without his knowledge.

“Hey, I hope you don’t mind the guys want to come along with us,” Jihoon said, breaking your train of thought. You looked up meeting your best friend’s eyes, while the rest of his teammates acted like fools behind him unaware of your presence.

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” You answered before you could really process what he was asking you. You watched as Jihoon’s grinned widened as he hugged you tightly. Deep down you knew you were in for an overwhelming and anxiety-induced night. But for Jihoon you would go to the end of the Earth twice in order to make him happy.

Dinner was interesting, you ended up sitting in between Jeonghan and Mingyu, who you recognized as the boy that was with him the first time you saw him. And who seemed to dislike each other greatly. At least that’s what you had concluded by the end of the night. One minute they were talking and laughing with one another. When suddenly they’d start arguing about something stupid, with you stuck in the middle.

“Mingyu you’re not listening to me; Messi is not the greatest soccer player that has ever lived.” Jeonghan had practically spat in Mingyu’s direction. Mingyu scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Han honestly you’re entitled to your opinion but it’s obviously wrong,” Mingyu answered taking a spoonful from the rice in front of him. You could feel Jeonghan fuming next to you. His body heat lingering in the air making your nerves spiral out of control.

Needless to say, dinner was interesting.

Despite all the bickering going on between Jeonghan and Mingyu and you arguing with Jihoon to let you pay for your own mean. In which he ended up winning. Dinner had gone rather smoothly.

Now you stood waiting outside as the guys each bid each other a farewell. Which took an eternity because of the fact that they’d come up with excuses to continue talking to one another. It was cute though and you found yourself wishing you had a friendship bond as close as those boys had to one another. Of course, you had Jihoon, who had been with you through the toughest times of your life. But your bond with him wasn’t anything like the bond he had with the guys. In other words, in your eyes it was magical.

The way they cared for and supported one another. The way they stuck to one another through thick and thin. The way you had to physically pull them apart in order to get them to stop talking so they could go home. It was all fascinating and you felt yourself wishing your friends were anything like Jihoon’s. Sadly, they weren’t which made your longing grow deeper.

“Seokmin wants to show me a new game he bought, and the guys want to play it, is it okay if I don’t walk you home tonight?” Jihoon tapped your shoulder and smiled at you shyly.

“It’s fine campus isn’t far from here anyway.” You said nodding your head.

“You’re the best, I’ll see you later okay?” Jihoon asked rather than stating. You nodded your head and wrapped your arms around him giving him the tightest hug. Although the two of you had been friends since childhood, hugs still felt awkward between the two of you.

“Congratulations on making team captain Woozi.” You said pulling away and ruffling his hair causing him to groan angrily.

“Whatever loser, text me when you get home.” He said firmly before turning around and running back to his teammates that had started to argue on who gets to play the game first.

You shook your head smiling before turning around and heading towards campus.

“Wait.” You heard someone call out making you stop walking. You closed your eyes as your mind registered who the voice belonged to. “I’ll walk with you,” Jeonghan said when he was finally next to you.

You gripped the strap of your cross-body bag tightly. Of course, luck was never on your side, to begin with, and maybe the universe was working with you. But right now, it felt like it was working against you.

“Aren’t you going to Seokmin’s?” You asked keeping your focus ahead as you started walking again.

“Have an 8 am class tomorrow.” He shrugged and continued walking next to you. His gym bag strapped across his white shirt and his hands stuffed nonchalantly into his red joggers.

“oh.” Was all you managed to say as you tried your best not to let the tension growing between the two of you overpower your senses.

The two of you walked in silence. The only sound that was heard was your feet against the pavement and the over blaring sound of the car horns surrounding the two of you. Neither one of you threatened to speak or cut the tension that was bubbling up between the two of you as you got closer to campus. From your peripherals you caught him staring at you curiously. And the more the two of you walked the closer he had started to get to you. Soon you were breathing in his body scent and it was driving you crazy.

“Thanks for walking me, you didn’t have to.” You said as you stopped right in front of your dorm room. He leaned against the wall beside your door eyeing you closely as you look for your key in your bag.

“I wanted too.” He shrugged as you finally found it, inserting it in the lock and just before you could turn the doorknob a hand stopped you. You turned to face the curious boy that had patiently waited for you to get inside. His eyes pleading as if he were to ask you something and just before he could let the words out. His instinct took over and he kissed you deeply. Kissed you like you were the only person that mattered to him.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly bringing you in closer, finally cutting the tension that had grown between the two of you over the past four hours. He pinned you against your door as you responded to his feverish kiss. Feeling right at home as his hands trailed down your back in search of your doorknob.

The second he found it and opened the door he pushed you inside softly. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled against your lips as he walked you backward. “Don’t be.” You said breathlessly as you pulled away taking your hand in his and leading him into your bedroom.

The next morning when you woke up, you were alone. The ache between your legs reminding you of the sinful act you had committed the night before. Any traces of Jeonghan gone with him. The only thing that remained were the ghost touches of his fingertips against your fragile skin. That day you cried, cried for the loss of innocence. And cried because you felt betrayed. You don’t know what you were expecting as you let him touch you the way you wanted to be touched but it wasn’t the emptiness you were currently experiencing.

For the rest of the semester, you avoided going to Jihoon’s practices and games as if they were the plague. Every excuse in the worldwide book of excuses, you had used at least twice. Until one day his pleas and calls stopped coming. And you knew you had let a boy come in between the years of friendship Jihoon and you had under your belts.

You had spent weeks crying over your lost friendship. Whenever you reached out to him he would leave you on read or send your phone call to voicemail, you felt your heart shatter. You knew you had brought this upon yourself, you knew you were wasting your tears since this had been entirely your wrongdoing. But you couldn’t help but feel helpless and alone.

Then one Sunday morning after a night of spilling saddened tears for Jihoon and angry tears for Jeonghan. You had woken up feeling like the wave of sadness had finally passed. Summer was in full bloom which meant the scorching heat was back. But you felt okay and that’s all that mattered at least in that moment. You had somewhat returned to normal. You had stopped dreading getting out of bed every morning and your interest in your classes had been regained.

You spent that entire summer with your other friends. Your bond had grown closer as they watched you break before their very eyes’ months before. They were there for you bringing you the worst movies and all the ice cream you could ever ask for.

The peace had finally been restored in your life, only for it to be ruined one Friday night when Yoon Jeonghan showed up at your door before the start of the fall semester.

You had decided to have a night in. Your friends had tried to convince you to go out with them for drinks. But you hadn’t had a relaxing night to yourself in months. So, you decided to stay in with your Netflix account and a cheap bottle of wine you had bought on your way home from the corner store.

Just as you were about to sit down, you heard someone knocking on your apartment door. You looked up at the clock that sat on top of the tv, that had never worked once. But somehow you had developed this annoying habit of looking at it whenever you wondered what time it was. Groaning annoyed with yourself you set down your wine bottle and wine glass down on the coffee table. You made your way to your front door and looked through the peephole.

Your heart started to race as the ghost of that unforgettable night stood on the other side of the door looking like he had just finished running a marathon. You let out a tiny squeak as you leaned your back against the door. You closed your eyes contemplating whether you should open the door or not. But when the knocking came back and became more desperate than before. You knew you had to open the door because something in the back of your mind told you he wouldn’t stop until you did.

You unlocked your door and placed your hand on top of the doorknob. Inhaling deeply before you opened your front. Once your door was open, Jeonghan pushed past you and walked in leaving you dumbfounded as he pulled on the roots of his hair. You closed the door before turning to face him and watched as he paced back and forth almost as if he were arguing with himself.

“Please tell me you felt it too?” He asked looking at you with pleading eyes. His hands shaking slightly as he ran them desperately through his hair.

“W-What are you talking about?” You asked confused leaning your back against the door. He turned to face you and closed the distance he had created between the two of you. You held out your arm asking him to stop before he could get any closer.

“That night please tell me you felt it too?”

You stopped breathing upon hearing his question. Because whatever he was talking about, you had felt it. You had felt it that day when you first saw him underneath the autumn leaves. You had felt it when he first kissed you and pinned you against your front door. You had felt it when you pushed him down on to your bed and straddled his lap. You had felt it when he looked into your eyes deeply before asking you for permission to continue. When he had pinned you down underneath him and taken your clothes off. When your skin felt like it was on fire underneath his lips.

You had felt that wave of overwhelming emotions as he rutted into you with everything in his being. Like letting you go was the last thing he ever wanted to do. As he looked into your eyes with a passion you never once had seen in anyone else. That night, despite the suffering that had come afterward, was irreplaceable.

“Y-Yes.” You finally choked out, his pleading eyes softening as he let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m sorry, I left that morning, I’m sorry I never called, but you overwhelmed my senses. I couldn’t think clearly from that day on. And I’m the coward that got scared with everything I was feeling.” He confessed leaning his forehead against yours. “You’re a force to be reckoned with and I’ve been hating myself since that night for leaving you the way I did.” He finished closing his eyes as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding in. And wrapped your arms around your neck leaning into his touch. “Yoon Jeonghan, do you have any idea what you’ve put my poor heart through these past few months?”

“Believe me, I made myself go through the same suffering. Jihoon literally had to slap me for being an idiot today after practice.” He said wrapping his arms around your waist lightly. “I’m sorry.” He finished smiling softly. The same smile you had fallen for months before.

You shook your head smiling before you shoved him lightly. “I don’t know why I can’t say no to you.” You said pecking his lips before he had any chance to react.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” He asked curiously raising an eyebrow before leaning down and hovering his lips over yours.

“I haven’t decided yet.” You said before kissing him lightly.

The two of you holding onto one another tightly not knowing what the universe would have in store for the two of you.

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i-love-you-all · 2 years

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Rumours of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated Ch.3

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I said to myself that I’d post this in the morning, but then school and then Breach... lol here you go :))

~3.3k words, handcuffs (not in the *fun* way), held captive, escape, fist fight, Original Character (��Ciel”), Swearing (but in french)

She woke up to a mess of blond hair in her face. While her first thought was Sova, she quickly figured out that it wasn’t possible. The hunter always smelled great, and his hair care routine was flawless.

And, well, this hair was short, thick and soft, but smelled like oil and in a buzz cut like she’s seen in the military which meant—

Killjoy struggled, quickly finding that her hands were bound behind her back. The more she struggled, the more her wrists dug into the metal, and she hissed in pain. Even as she thrashed around, her legs knocked into the walls and she learned just how small this cell was, and she was sharing it with…

“Could you please calm down?” The other person groaned, shifting away from her as best he could.

She was sitting up, but the other man was still on his side. She couldn’t see his face, but she did notice that his wrists were cuffed as well. Still, despite her confusion, her pain, and that little worm of fear starting to bury itself in her brain, she froze. He… wasn’t trying to hurt her?

“Thank you.”

The accent was… American. More like Viper’s accent than Brimstone’s, but there was just something off about it that made her wonder if he was American at all.

“Who are you? Where are we?”

“Call me Ciel. It’s what most call me.”

“Ciel?”

“Yes, that’s my callsign. What should I call you?”

She had a choice here. She could give her name as Killjoy, that would be acceptable, but she could also say nothing at all. At least she could come off as more confident that way?

“You don’t need to know that.”

A scoff. So… maybe he didn’t believe her false bravado. Par for the course since no one else at protocol believed it either.

“Alright, if you don’t want to talk, that suits me better anyways.”

Moments passed and he didn’t say another word. Eventually, the rhythm of his breathing led her to believe that he had gone back to sleep. She felt just as tired though, so maybe…

What was she thinking? This was no time to relax. She had a job to do – she had to get out.

“Hey, Ciel…” There was no response. She nudged him with her foot, poking him repeatedly between the shoulder blades. When she heard the hiss of annoyance, she backed off and continued. “Ciel, where are we?”

There was a frustrated sigh. “Sorry, but how am I supposed to know? I got thrown here and you were already passed out.” There was the sound of shifting as he tried to roll a little more onto his stomach. “How did you even get caught?”

He raised a good question. Killjoy sat back down, trying to figure out what exactly happened. Breach had just kicked her turret, so she was polishing the paint job, then he went off to help Omen so she had to keep her eyes up, which was when…

“There was smoke… a lot of it.” She kept thinking. It had appeared out of nowhere, like a thick fog rolling off a lake in the early morning except it smelled sweet. “It smelled strange.”

Then… she remembered feeling woozy before falling. “That’s all I remember. It must’ve knocked me out.”

“Yeah, your method sounds a lot more peaceful than mine,” the man chuckled. “I got separated from my squad. Got ambushed by someone, then they smashed their gun against my head. I was out until they threw me in here with you. Then… I don’t know. I was asleep until you kicked me.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok. Not like you hit hard or anything.”

“I… guess that’s good?” This was awkward to say the least. She was clearly the more inexperienced one between the two, and genuinely wasn’t sure about what she should be sharing and what she should be keeping to herself.

She walked up to the bars and looked around them. In the dark, it was hard to see what exactly was around them. She was sure that there must’ve been some sort of desk or counter, but she couldn’t be sure, and without light, she was forced to just sit back down and think about what comes next.

“I’d say get some rest, but I think you’ve slept long enough.”

She didn’t really feel like sleeping, he was right about that. Instead, she could only think about Brimstone, Omen and Breach, and the unfinished mission – and her bots! Hopefully Breach kept them safe. Of course, he wouldn’t, but she could hope. At least if he broke them, she could bug him to pay up… maybe even more than what they were worth? Hey, Breach wasn’t the only thief, and it’s not stealing if it’s from someone richer.

“You’re smiling in a shitty place like this.”

She looked over at Ciel who was now in the process of trying to sit up. When he blinked his eyes open though, they glowed green, the only dim bit of light in this room.

“Your eyes are quite green.”

A scoff in the darkness. “Yeah. I can see pretty well in the dark.” A radiant? She wondered but didn’t ask. She doubted that he’d answer.

“Can you see what’s here? Can we get out?”

He looked right at her with an expression she just couldn’t read, not because of the darkness, since the dim glow of his eyes showed some of his features, but because, well, there were neutral looks, blank looks, then this one, completely devoid of emotion.

Perhaps Ciel finally realized how hard she was staring but with just a couple blinks, he seemed to focus up. “Sorry, I was just thinking. Can I get a look at your handcuffs?”

She shifted around, presenting her bound wrists to him. She heard hemming and hawing for a moment before. “Would you happen to have a hair pin or paper clip?”

“No.”

“Tabarnak… this is going to hurt then.”

She looked over, but with his eyes closed, she could only hear the sound of chains and metal scraping against metal, along with some hisses of pain. She could barely make out the twisted snarl on his face as his eyes only blinked open a couple times throughout the attempt. Eventually, there was a crack, and she heard a sigh of relief.

“I don’t suppose you’re military then, hm?”

She shook her head, no.

“Sorry, I don’t want to hurt you. Let me see if I can find something to make yours easier to break.”

She watched as that green glow got taller and closer to the bars.

“There’s… Crisse de câlisse de… tabarnak.”

Ciel threw his hands up into the air then backed away from the bars again, not before kicking at them. The words were unfamiliar, hostile, and spoken out of frustration, so probably swears, but there’s no recognition in her mind. This man was interesting, both radiant and foreign. Brimstone should hear about him. Military was right up his alley too.

“What language is that?”

“Sorry, pardon my French. I’m just…” he sighed and took a step away from the bars to look at her. “I see the key to this shithole, but I can’t reach it.”

“And my handcuffs?”

“No offense. The way to get out of them like I did will hurt your wrists. And if you don’t know what you’re looking for…”

His tone of voice was just… really familiar. It reminded her of the disbelieving looks she sometimes got from Sova, and even Brimstone. Despite being trained by the two men, Killjoy knew that she was coddled by them as well. From Brimstone, it was in everyday tasks, making sure she had eaten and making sure she was taking breaks and standing up every so often. From Sova, it was all about missions. He was constantly checking back in on her and asking if she had kept up alright. It bothered her, but she accepted that a small bit of their concern was warranted. This guy didn’t know any of that about her though. And not to mention, he was not obligated to help her like the protocol was. If she proved herself too useless, he had every right to leave her behind. More than ever, she had to prove that she was more than a brain. She was an agent.

“Teach me then.”

The green glow was suddenly on her again, and she could see the concern etched into every feature. He seemed to study her, sizing her up and evaluating her strength. It maybe took just a moment before he nodded.

“Okay.”

Well, he was easier to convince than Brimstone and Sova, but he also turned out to be right. By twisting the chain of the handcuffs around each other and the lock, her wrists were digging into the cuffs enough to make her second guess her own pain tolerance. After several attempts, she wondered if it would be better to just give up and wait on Ciel to come up with another idea.

“Hey, hey, you’re close. I can hear the chain bending.”

“You were awfully comfortable bound, Ciel. I didn’t think you’d be into this stuff.” It’s wildly out of character for her, but she wanted him to look at her with something other than pity.

That got him to smile. “Few more times and you’ll be done.”

“My name is Killjoy.”

His eyes flicked up from her wrists to look her in the eyes for a split moment before looking back down at her handcuffs. “Well, Killjoy, you’re quite playful for someone with that name. Keep twisting, you’re almost there.”

Perhaps another few minutes passed before the cuffs cracked one more time, only louder, and her wrists pushed apart, finally free. “I got it!”

He chuckled and nodded his head, reaching out for her wrists to examine them. “Tell me, Killjoy. You have a callsign, but you aren’t military. You have calluses on your hands, but your wrists are… soft, and the skin is already breaking. Who are you? What is your role in all this?”

She held his gaze. They were both trying to study each other, but neither had the entire context. Ciel had given Killjoy more power in this scenario, perhaps a sign of trust she wondered, and now he was asking her to trust him in return. She could already see the disapproving look from Brimstone though.

“That’s a little above your clearance, I’m sure,” she said as she tugged her arm free of his grip.

A brow lifted slightly as he seemed to study her a little harder. “Fine, keep your secrets. Just tell me, do you know how to fight?”

Uh… she remembered getting thrown around in the sparring ring. Outside of a few self defence tips, she wasn’t really one for hand to hand. “Yes.”

“They’ll probably have to check on us or feed us eventually. They still think we have our hands bound so the moment they open that door…”

Her stomach rumbled at the thought of food. She may be in a life-or-death situation, but she still had needs, and just thinking of the various dishes she got to steal from other agents made her mouth water.

“… at you and I can handle the other.”

She only tuned back in at the end to meet Ciel’s gaze as he sat down again. With his eyes closed, they were both covered in darkness once more, and with nothing to focus on, she could feel the stinging pain on her wrists. The fact that the cuffs were still there didn’t help. She wasn’t sure if she made a sound or if she was caught looking at her wrists too often, but in the hours while they sat, waiting for their chance, Ciel ripped off parts of his uniform, wrapping the strips of cloth around her wrists so that the cuffs weren’t directly rubbing on her raw skin. Killjoy held her breath the entire time, unsure of whether she should accept something like, or if she should say something. He was being far too kind, and she couldn’t tell if it was a trap. Still, the loose fabric dulled the pain when her wrists bumped against the metal, but it didn’t stop it completely.

“I think I heard footsteps upstairs somewhere. Get ready.”

Ready for what. Was what she wanted to ask, but as she looked over, he was on his knees. She noticed he was ready to stand at a moment’s notice with his feet still under him. She tried her best to mimic him, barely getting into place in time before the lights to this room turned on, and she had to wince.

“Awake now, are we?”

They had masks on and long cloaks that hid any distinguishing feature Killjoy could try to perceive. They were shapeless – formless – yet still very human. This would be a great premise for a movie monster she thought to herself, trying to hide the smile as she watched them approach the door.

It unlocked, and they stepped in.

Now? She didn’t know when to spring the trap.

She looked over at Ciel who endured their taunts and jeers at him in a language neither understood but the meaning didn’t need a translation. He didn’t make his move. They weren’t really paying attention to her. She wasn’t sure why, but it was almost worse that they were ignoring her.

They took a few steps into the cell, and she looked back up at Ciel again. Now?

He didn’t even move his arms when one of them tilted his head up just to punch him across the mouth. Somehow, he kept the ploy up, and he just glared back. Seeing that they weren’t going to get a reaction out of him, they turned to Killjoy, and…

She looked at Ciel who was holding her gaze with an intensity she wasn’t unfamiliar with but wasn’t ready for. A hand reached out to grab the front of her shirt and yanked her to her feet. It took every fibre of her false bravado to keep her wrists together in this pretend bound manner.

Now.

The man behind the one holding her was yanked back as Ciel had him in a chokehold, throwing him to the side, and facing the man who had let go of Killjoy. She took the chance to suck in a deep breath then jump on the man’s back, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing the soft flesh. Ciel punched him in the abdomen, once, twice, thrice, then Killjoy felt the man go slack. She let go and slipped off in time for the body to crash on the ground. That went well, she wanted to comment, only to see the other captor rise up behind Ciel. She didn’t even need to say a word though. Just her eyes must’ve been enough because Ciel ducked, narrowly avoiding the punch before grabbing that arm and throwing the man over him so he landed on his back in front of Killjoy. She quickly pounced on the opportunity to grab his wrists and try to pin them against his back but was losing this fight as the man under her was able to tear an arm free and smack her shoulder. It hurt, but it meant that she needed, more than ever, to hold the other arm down. Ciel wasted no time in grabbing the handcuffs off the unconscious body and slapping them over the wrists of this guy.

It was over, and between her panting, the blood rushing in her ears, and the pulses of pain, she barely heard Ciel tell her to leave the cell. She was unstable, hair all over the place, but he kept her steady, murmuring soft praises as she took step after step, holding onto his arm to walk out. She vaguely remembered being sat down and handed a cup of water that she took gratefully. The next time she looked up, he had a fork with some food on the end held in front of her.

“Not gourmet, but it’s food. Eat. Calm down.”

It looked like some sort of meat, a limp green bean, and some clumpy sort of grain. Maybe rice? She lifted her chin and opened her mouth to try to take the bite off the fork, only to glare at Ciel who had pulled it back a little.

“I’m likely older than you, but I am not your father. Take the fork and stand up if you want to eat.”

Right. So maybe she had gotten used to a little bit of coddling she got back at Valorant, but right now, Ciel needed her to be an agent, not a young engineer. After the display he just showed, she didn’t want to consider what would happen if he decided she was weighing him down. Avoiding eye contact, she took the bite, wrinkling her nose at the bland, unseasoned food, but rationally, Ciel was right, and they didn’t know how well stocked this place was or how hard it would be to get to their next meal.

As she chewed and swallowed, absent-mindedly reaching out for more, she had to evaluate her options. What to do? She needed to figure out where she was for one. Once she had that information, she would need to contact the Protocol to see if they could send a rescue team. But to contact Valorant, she would need to either get into the internal system with her phone, or leave a trail for Cypher to find, but that relied on the man to still be looking for her, and to actually pick up on the hints. Neither were guaranteed. It’d be much easier to just contact someone directly, but once again, that was near impossible because of the damn internal network. She remembered having her phone with her in the moment right before she fell unconscious. Since it wasn’t on her person now, surely it had to be somewhere in this building.

These thoughts, problems, solutions, and more problems kept piling on, one by one, until she was gently being shaken. Of course, it’d be Ciel, but he looked almost… amused?

“I didn’t think you’d be such a voracious eater, but if you’re satisfied, we can leave now.”

She looked down at the meal that they were sharing and quickly realized that she went over the arbitrary boundary he had made to split the food evenly. This was not a lot of food that they were planning to feed them with, but she supposed that was the point. They’d be kept weak and with a lower level of motor control so that—

“Killjoy.” Ciel was waving his hand in front of her eyes. “We move, yes?”

“I need my phone.”

Again with the raised brow, but she couldn’t get the exact words out. “It’s connected to the network,” that Valorant uses, “which is how I can contact them,” so Brimstone knows where to find me.

“Ah, this secret organisation above my clearance?”

She nodded. After taking a deep breath, she tried again. “My phone is connected to their internal network, so I’ll need it to call for help. They’re more direct, and they don’t work within international rules so there’s less bureaucracy.”

“Okay. Good plan. Did you have the phone on you when you passed out?” He was walking around the room, looking for something, maybe her phone? When he returned, he had found a pair of pistols. One for each of them.

She nodded. He shrugged and took a peek out the door. “Let’s get moving then. Follow my signals and don’t speak unless I talk to you first. We don’t know how many people are still around.”

They exchanged nods and held their pistols at the ready as they entered the dark hallway.

#valorant fanfiction #valorant #valorant killjoy #killjoy #rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated #ch. 3 #:))#excited for the next ch honestly

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feraldabi · 3 years

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Press SEND For Love

ERASERMIGHT (Aizawa Shouta/Yagi Toshinori)

Summary: Shouta’s finger hesitates over the send button; he knows once he presses SEND it’ll cause chaos, and he’s not sure if he wants to endure that.

ao3

Shouta’s finger hesitates over the send button; he knows once he presses SEND it’ll cause chaos, and he’s not sure if he wants to endure that.

Yet.

He looks at a certain ex-number one hero, sitting across from him and doing his best to write up next week’s lesson plans. There’s a crease between his brows from how focused the blond is, and he wants nothing more than to reach over and smooth it.

And, maybe pull a long, blond bang just because he could.

Okay, yeah, he’ll send it.

He takes a deep breath and hits SEND. His text stares back at him as if mocking him for wanting—

A loud screech permeates throughout the building.

Soon enough, there’s a scuffle at the entrance of the teacher’s lounge before the door is slammed open revealing two huffing pro heroes.

Enter: Present Mic and Midnight.

God, maybe he has the tiniest bit of regret. But, only a tiny bit.

The duo waves off the voiced concerns from others and zero in on him, regretfully.

Shouta gives them a look. He knows them, and he can’t have them making a scene here. Granted, he knows sending them that text would set them off into a tizzy but oh well. They’re adults and professional heroes, so they can wait until it’s just them in the safety of his room.

He doesn’t even deign them with a response. Shouta simply raises his pointer finger to his lips in a shushing motion. He can tell that the lack of response is grating at them.

But, he refuses to cooperate with their wants. They’ll give him hell for it later, anyway.

“Shouta,” Hizashi whisper-yells in his left ear.

He closes his eyes and breathes. When he opens his eyes he sees Nemuri claim his right side.

“You can’t just text that and expect us not to ask,” Nemuri adds in her own irritated yet warm tone. “Shouta!”

“I expect you to do your job,” he says, shrugging them off. “Leave me alone.”

Twin yells of, “Shouta,” echoes through the room.

“Ah, is everything alright,” a small, hesitant voice asks. (Shouta knows that voice all too well.)

“No,” Shouta says, a bit too sharp even for him, but he knows he has to put a stop to whatever this will be before it happens.

“Actually,” he hears Nemuri utter. “Your expertise would be very helpful.” She finishes that by batting her lashes at him.

Yagi, bless his soul, blushes a pretty pink that makes him wonder how far down it goes because he can see it reach the tips of his ears.

“Please, ignore them, Yagi-san,” he manages to get out once his brain unfreezes itself after the reboot it had from seeing Yagi blush. “They’re being idiots.”

“Now that’s just hurtful, Sho,” Hizashi declares as he places both hands over his heart. “This is an important question!”

“It’s fine, Aizawa-kun. If I can be of help then, please, ask away.” Yagi’s closes his eyes as he smiles this soft and open smile and ugh Shouta can’t take this.

He has a limit, okay.

And, he’s at the brink of it.

“Wah, thank you, All Might!” Both Nemuri and Hizashi say.

Hizashi rounds the desks and places an arm around Yagi’s shoulders. “Now, big guy,—“ Yagi turns to face him with a serious face “—what do you think a person should do for a first date?”

The question surprises him because he can’t fucking believe his ex-friends are really doing this. Right here, right now.

“Yes! You must have some experience, right?!” Nemuri says, leaning onto Shouta as she looks at Yagi, who’s taking on a redder hue.

“Yagi-san, this is highly inappropriate, please , ignore them,” Shouta states, “I do.” He makes sure to hold eye contact with both ex-friends hoping they’ll feel his ire.

(They do, but it’s fine they’re used to it.)

“No no no, it’s fine—“

“It’s always fine for you, though, isn’t it,” Shouta snips. Can’t he just keep his damn mouth shut for one second. He feels like the bastard he is in this very moment.

His mouth seems to glitch and no words come out. Shouta knows what he wants to say and usually he’ll damn the consequences, but he doesn’t want to fuck this up even more.

But, Yagi beats him to it.

“Apologies, Aizawa-kun, I’m used to a certain mindset that I’m doing my best to revert.” The man awkwardly rubs at his neck, and Yagi looks so sheepish that Shouta can’t help but feel even worse.

“No, I’m sorry. That was shitty of me to say when I know your trying to do better.” A memory of them sitting upon a bench on a cold night comes to Shouta’s mind, and Yagi’s, ‘I’ve decided to live’ haunts him. “Please,” he rushes out, “don’t apologize.”

He can feel his his heart racing, but that could be because he’s holding his breath and totally not because it’s Yagi.

Yagi’s face goes through a series of emotions and settles on this endearing look that has Shouta feeling woozy.

“Thank you, Aizawa-kun.”

He doesn’t deserve Yagi’s forgiveness, but he’ll take it. Shouta offers a nod back l before burying his face into his scarf.

For a moment there’s an awkward silence, and it’s Yagi who breaks it.

“To answer your question, Yamada-san, apologies, but I won’t be much help—“ Yagi pulls a bang and laughs “—I’ve never been on a date before.”

Hizashi and Nemuri do the most dramatic gasp Shouta’s ever heard in his life, but he can’t blame them because what? The number one hero, All Might, has never been on a date?! This seems…fake…

“Excuse me?” Wait, did he say that?

Fuck.

Yagi boisterously laughs causing his bangs to flutter around his face, “I’m aware that it seems far-fetched, but, yes, dating isn’t something I had time for.” He shrugs in a What-Can-You-Do way.

No time? Well, that does make sense, Shouta muses. All Might didn’t become the number one by taking time for himself; this man had dedicated both his time and his health to protecting the innocent.

He feels a sharp elbow introduce itself to his ribs.

“What would you want a first date to be then,” Nemuri asks as her fingers dug into the meat of his arm, forcing him to pay attention to whatever Yagi would say.

(As if he isn’t going to mentally write down what Yagi says.)

Hizashi laughs, “Yeah, what’s a good first date for All Might?”

Yagi contemplates the question and brings a hand to rub at his pointy chin, “I suppose a picnic would be nice.” He nods his head and then looks at all them with a small smile. “Surrounded by trees! It would be intimate yet comfortable.”

The little Shouta in his head is frothing at the mouth because come on! The date that Yagi described sounds perfect. It’s both private yet out in the world; open yet intimate .

Shouta can feel his pulse quicken as an idea hits him. He could ask. He could ask Yagi right here, right now on a date. The timing is perfect, and the text he’s sent to the group chat is burning: How do I ask Yagi out?

This! This is how he could and his mouth opens and words flow out before his brain even catches up: “I’m free this Saturday if you want to go on a picnic date.”

The question catches them all off guard, but he can’t take them back because it’s out there now.

Yagi’s face takes on this reddish hue again, and he nervously twirls a bang around his finger. “Coincidentally, I’m free this Saturday, so I would love to go on a d-date, Aizawa-san.”

“Shouta,” he says, feeling his face warm. “Call me Shouta, please, since we’re going on a date.”

“O-Of course, Sh-Shouta! Toshininori! I mean—My first name, please, call me Toshinori.”

Now, they’re just two fools with red faces looking at each other with smiles on there faces. (Shouta wouldn’t have it any other way.)

Yet, their moment is ruined by twin screams.

“OH MY GOD!”

“SHOUTAAAAAA!”

His quirk activates and he turns it on Hizashi first and then Nemuri.

The room seems to explode in congratulations and applause and fuck, he forget where they were. Goddammit.

He huffs before looking toward a sheepish Yagi—no, Toshinori—who looks so happy that he can’t help but smile, too.

Wait, what time is it. Well fuck, sucks for them.

Shouta can feel a grin spread across his face as he looks at both Hizashi and Nemuri. “Better start running,” he says, causing his two non-ex friends to pause in their jovial celebration. “Your 20 minutes late for your classes and you know how Nezu is about punctuality.”

He can see the brain cell jumping back and forth between them and then—

Off they go. They’re running for their lives.

“Heh.”

That’ll teach them for being nosy.

“Toshinori, what food do you want to bring for the picnic?”

“Oh! We can bring egg sandwiches, fruit, and I found this new brand of teas we can try together. Also—“

Shouta let’s Toshinori’s words flow through him and settle in his heart. He’s so glad he worked up the courage to ask.

(He’s grateful for his nosy ass friends.)

“That sounds wonderful, Toshinori.”

#erasermight #allhead #yagi toshinori #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #kayama nemuri #bnha #boku no hero academia #my writing #fanfic #fluff #its cute thats it heheh #this the fic is the one i was talkin bout lmfaooooooo #also if yagi was a hybrid would he be a dog or a bunny one....i need to know for reasons

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angelicmichael · 3 years

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Oohh, could you please write the nonsexual prompt sharing a dessert for Outpost Michael and reader? Who wouldn't want to share a dessert with him? Thank you so much. You really are an angel 😇

A/N: anon you are too fucking sweet omg 🥺💖 I hope I didnt dissapoint with this, I'm sorry it's so late and unnecessarily long!! Lmfao. The dessert eating is at the end if anyone wants to just skip to that part hehe. I wanted to write some mutual pining so.. that's why this fic is so fucking long lol

Warnings: eating, food, lil bit of sexual tension, very brief mentions of Millory and also Gallant x Michael 👉🏻👈🏻

Living in Outpost three was beyond miserable. Constantly being treated as a second class citizen, as a gray, was definetly doing its number on you.. Every day that you continued to stay alive in this hellhole you swore you slowly descended further and further into madness. Eating gelatin cubes.. being around the same exact people, day in and day out.. with nothing else to do but to clean, with no end in sight was only a recipe for disaster.

And disaster seemed to come with a name; Langdon.

You didnt believe him when he announced that he was going to pick a select few to take with him to the sanctuary; you knew that was fucking bullshit.. but you had to admit - it was amusing watching the other outpost residents finally get a spark of excitament in their eyes. A reason to be alive.

You watched him take interest in mainly Gallant and Mallory; and that's when you felt something.. distant yet familar. Yearning; attraction, and maybe even jealousy.

It reminded and made you nostalgic of old emotions that you used to feel regularly; which now only visited you vaguely whenever you caught Michael stare for a second too long at either of them.. but it wasnt your job to monitor the relationships that were allegedly occurring.

You kept your head down until you begrudgingly got an interview; honestly surprised at first that Langdon seemed to be giving you a shot at salvation at all.

You were even more surprised at how the actual interview seemed to unfold; how disgustingly touch starved you were and the way in which you reacted to him. You were praying that Langdon didnt notice how your entire body was littered with goosebumps the second he touched you - a harmless gesture with his hand lightly touching your back when he walked by. Or the pure exhilaration you felt when he brushed a tear away from your cheek.. It was honestly embarrassing.

Even more embarrassing was how much you craved to see Langdon again as soon as you left the first interview.

The days following the first initial interview were torturous for you. Your days and even nights became infested with thoughts of Langdon; his blonde locks and light blue eyes even started to follow you and become familar in dreams..

You couldnt stop thinking about him.

You knew it was stupid to crave romance; it was utterly irrational. For one, if Venable were to even catch you looking at Langdon for a couple seconds too long - you knew she would want your head on a stick. That's not even to mention how jealous Gallant and the other residents would possibly be, if anything were to happen.

These thoughts were not realistic though because you knew Langdon never viewed you like that. He treated you just as he did anyone else.. maybe even worse. He always kept his words short with you and rarely made eye contact most days.

For those reasons; you wrote off your newfound romantic thoughts about Langdon as nothing more but dumb daydreams. Just something to keep you occupied in the day while you tried to make the outpost look spotless. You figured it was a result of being beyond bored; your mind trying to find something to make life interesting once more. Anything.

That was.. until Langdon invited you for another interview. One interview quickly turned into another.. and another.. and another until seeing Langdon privately was nearly the new normal.

The more you two continued to meet; the more your feelings for him only grew but you still chose to conceal them - well, to the best of your abilities anyway.. there was only much you could hide. However; if you didnt know Langdon prematurely, you wouldve thought he was a idiot or just purely naive for not picking up on the obvious crush you had.

It had been a couple nights now since you had last seen him.. And yet here you were; having another sleepless night that consisted of thinking of dumbass Langdon.

You stayed awake sleepless in your bed. Or.. the bed that was meant to be yours anyway. Nothing like felt home or like it was truly yours at Outpost Three though. You stared at the ceiling hopelessly; wishing you would be so lucky to feel a wave of drowsiness that could hit you and carry you off to your dreams.

You immeadietly sat up and nearly jolted out of bed when you heard three loud knocks rattle your door. The sound was distinct but haunting.. your immediate thought was Venable.. you could only help but to think what the fuck you had recently done to piss her off.

You swiftly walked through the nearly pitch black room and opened the door absentmindedly; trying to not let your paranoid thoughts control your actions and let you hesitate.. just in case it happened to be Langdon.

You would be lying if you were to say that you werent dissapointed when you found no one there; only a letter lay folded neatly on the floor.. directly in front of you.

Snatching it and opening it within the safety of your room; you had to hold back laughter when it was from Langdon - another invitation to go see him.. but it was marked urgent.

You nearly dropped the letter on the floor immeadietly; it wasnt as if you had anything else to do - you already knew you werent going to be able to sleep tonight anyway. You immeadietly took off, albeit as quietly as possible, off to Langdons office. Trying to keep your thoughts of what the hell he wanted to see you so badly for, at bay.

When you reached his room, you didnt bother knocking. You slipped right inside - knowing that knocking would only possibly wake Venable up or alert other residents of your whereabouts. Shutting the door behind you, you slowly approached him.

He sat at his desk; quickly turning around to face you as you entered. His light, ocean colored eyes were wide in what you could only guess was surprise that you came so soon. His mouth was slightly curved into a subtle smile.

"Hi". You uttered with a airy, soft laugh.

You first stood, knowing he would most likely want you to take a seat but you would rather wait for instructions than to just.. assume. You knew Michael had little to no tolerance but surely enough, he nodded at the seat that was directly across from his at the desk.

"Sit". Michael instructed, his gaze followed you as you steadfastly did as you were told.

You realized how carefully Michael was studying you as you walked over and took your seat.. and maybe it was because of the absolutely horrible lighting but you could swear you could almost see blood rushing to his cheeks..

Was he.. blushing??

You sat, completely puzzled as you watched Michael suddenly act flustered.. His motions changing from smooth and calculated to nearly awkward.. and.. just rather odd in a instant. He looked as if he wanted to say something but no words were spoken, that is - until you made the first move.

"Is something.. wrong"? You asked, trying your hardest to bite back laughter.

Seeing Langdon act so.. not like himself was basically pure comedy to you. Although you would never admit that outloud of course.

He now looked uncomfortable; licking his lips and clasping his hands together at the table before speaking.

"(Y/n), I have to talk to you about something". Michael admitted.

His expression changed from looking rather nervous to serious again; his mouth in a straight line and the muscles in his face relaxed.

You were quite literally sitting on the edge of your seat, your stomach started to do somersaults as you desperately tried to rationally think of what he wanted to say..

"Yeah, of course. What's wrong"? You prompted, your voice coming across as unsteady.

You tried your hardest to not let your voice shake as you spoke, although you were more than certain it showcased exactly how you felt.

Langdon unfolded his hands; appearing to study his rings momentarily before his blue eyes pierced yours - looking as if they were staring right past you.. Not necessarily at you at all.

"Look; theres nothing wrong. You just need to know that theres no need to be nervous around me anymore". Langdon stated matter of factly.

He maintained eye contact with you; diligently waiting for a response as you actually tried to comprehend what he was saying.. Was he implying that you were going to the sanctuary?? Or.. possibly even something else?? Something more?

Your confusion must've been apparent on your face because before you could say anything, Langdon cut in.

"That's not why I asked you to be here with me tonight though. I wanted to.. reward you". He said.

You felt as if your heart had skipped a beat; nearly feeling woozy as your cheeks heated up. A reward?? Saying you felt speechless was a incredible understatement.

"A reward"?? You echoed your thoughts aloud.

Your words came out slow and strained with pure anticipation for what was to perhaps happen. You thought for a split second this had to be some kind of sick joke, or some kind of sick manipulation game. You wouldnt really be surprised; you overheard from the others he was famous for pulling that kind of shit.

"Yes, For giving me company. Close your eyes". Michael answered.

You immeadietly, and dumbly followed orders. However; as soon as you closed your eyes you felt fear pierce your heart. The uncertainty and possibilities of what could happen was jarring - but you had to admit it was also thrilling.

The past few months had been so fucking predictable and boring, a bit of excitement was well over due and actually.. probably healthy. Even if it was fucking terrifying.

You could hear him moving, and then something being placed on his desk in front of you. You first felt your eyebrows furrow as you opened your eyes unwillingly. Pure surprise forcing you to do so and to disobey Langdon.. oh fuck.

You opened your mouth to utter an apology but.. your gaze first caught onto the object in front of you.. leaving you speechless and with your mouth agape.

You marveled at the small slice of cheesecake was that put in front of you.. It looked entirely to good to be true; this had to be a dream.. or maybe a nightmare??

This last time you had eaten anything with any kind of remote flavour had been eons ago. Those memories served you well and made your horrifically boring days a little less painful.

You continued to blankly stare at it; not daring to move, or breathe but.. to just enjoy the view. You were half expecting for this to be some of torture again; for him to rip it away from you but a part of you reassured you that.. this was different. This was him trying, and being genuine.

You looked up to meet Langdons eyes as they intently studied you. A faint smile gracing the corner of his lips. A beautiful sight you rarely got the priviledge of admiring.

"Have some". Michael said, nodding down in direction of the dessert. "I thought you would appreciate the gesture. I cant imagine the shit Venable gives you is enjoyable". Michael sneered with a hint of laughter.

You couldnt help but to let out a giggle as well, looking down once more and noticing that the plate was also embellished with two forks.

"Thank you, Michael. You should have some too though, I dont want to be selfish-" You started, unfolding your hands from your lap and beginning to push the plate towards him.

He quickly stood up and walked up to you, stopping until he was beside you. He grabbed your wrist, tight enough to make you wince but not enough to cause any actual pain - making eye contact again.

"No.. I want to watch you have the first bite". Langdon said.

In a split second, the chair that was once behind his desk materialized right next to you, directly behind him. He sat down, watching you intently as you started to feel stupidly nervous again.

Your hands trembled a bit as you reached to grab the fork, swiftly taking a piece and then quickly consuming it. You figured the faster you took the first bite - the less nervous you would be.. but his gaze continued to linger on you; intensely watching.

The pleasure you were momentarily wrapped in was insurmountable to anything you had previously felt in months. You had to ground yourself in order to not let a moan escape your mouth.. The rich flavor tasting so unreal; almost too good to be true.

To be completely honest, you forgot that Langdon was there at all until you noticed him grab a fork as well. Also taking a bite and continuing to watch you - clearly amused with your reaction.

You two continued to eat in silence; meanwhile you momentarily began to get lost in your own thoughts yet again. You knew he didnt have to do this; he very well could've just.. had the dessert with someone else, like Mallory, or even enjoyed it by himself, but he purposefully chose you...

Your cheeks grew hot at the thought of how he seemed to subtly state that he returned your affection. You knew there was no way that he didnt know that you harbored feelings for him; the way in which you acted flustered in his prescience had to be a dead give away.

An hour or so later you walked back to your room; the night slowly cutting into the early hours of the morning but you really couldnt care less. You really didnt care about anything, even if Venable found you. The last thought you had before you took a very shortlived nap, was how much of a sneaky bastard Langdon truly was.

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heavenunderthemoon · 4 years

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Doctor, Doctor- Luke Alvez x Reader

Summary: Luke gets injured on a case and you’re his doctor

warnings: mentions of assault

The team had found themselves on a rather hard case, harder than most. Those that were in their home territory tended to do that.

Cases at home meant that, suddenly, that tiny, invisible, practically none-existent barrier between them and the monsters was ripped away. That fine layer of protection that seemed to encase them every time they got off the jet, stepped off that plane and hailed their cabs back home, back to their family, back to their safety, was gone. Every twig snap, shadow, and eerie noise had their senses on edge. Not only did it cause the team to become more tense but it also awakened a protective rage. Monsters weren't supposed to follow them home.

But this one did.

A man, of course, white and in his mid-forties, avenging a mistake his mother made long ago. The team had split up, attempting to cover as much ground as they could in the abandoned warehouse. That was how they had caught him, the unsub leading them to a rather dilapidated part of the building. The floorboards creaked under his weight, and the team had shuffled in to follow uneasily. Distracted by the seemingly unstable building, they hardly had time to react when a blur of movement halted them in their tracks.

Luke had been the unlucky one to be closest to it. The hammer in the unsub's hands rained upon his head with a sickening crack and he collapsed to the floor with a groan. Already, his head was pounding, eyes fluttering in an attempt to shut them but he forced himself awake. His survival instincts kicked in, ignoring the team handcuffing and escorting the unsub out, only focusing on his breathing.

The team had been worried, extremely so. They practically had to hang up on the technical analyst, the Garcia woman screaming into the phone as the team forced the former ranger into the ambulance bay and shuttling him off to the hospital.

He had protested the entire way. Sure, his head hurt, but he wanted to go home. Besides, it was a tiny little cut, how bad could it be?

After hours of pacing the waiting room and too many cups of cheap, hospital coffee, the team was informed by a nurse that they could see the man once more. With spirits high and hopes higher, the group made their way into room, surprised to hear a familiar laugh roaring through the space.

Sitting up in a hospital bed, gown disheveled and far too small on his muscular body, Luke wore a large, woozy grin. His hands clutched two slender fingers, his eyes never quite leaving the y/e/c orbs before him.

The room smelled like most hospitals, like sterilization and freshly laundered beds. The walls were covered in a pastel green color, as if reflecting its patient's illness on the walls. The tv played a re-run of FRIENDS, but the volume was almost non-existent, closed captioning dancing across the screen.

Beside the bed sat a small table, a small clipboard of notes lay across it, and a pen scribbled against the paper before the hands were returning to Luke's face. Y/n's hands floated before Luke's eyes, her soft voice telling him to follow her fingers before she was nodding with a smile, scribbling down something else.

With a lopsided grin, the man was speaking again. "How am I doin', Doc? Are you gonna need to amputate?"

From the minute Luke had been wheeled into your examination room, the man hadn't quite stopped looking at you like that. The way he looked at you made you blush, which was rather juvenile and not entirely something you would admit aloud, but true all the same. He looked at you as if you were wearing designer clothing rather than the two day old scrubs you had on. The scrubs you hadn't had time to launder because you had been working for thirty four hours straight, ones that had a stain on the sleeve that you weren't entirely sure what it was from.

Your hair had been thrown into a messy bun, the fast paced environment not giving you time to do anything fancy. And your makeup- well, you weren't wearing any.

But still, he looked at you as if he couldn't quite take his eyes off you. And it wasn't in the creepy, stalker way you had experienced men doing so before. No, because Luke was different. Just the man's demeanor told you so. The way he talked, voice slow and steady (maybe that was just the pain meds), or the way his eyes, two pools of melted chocolate, reassured you that being around him was probably the safest you'd ever be. You didn't need to see his badge on his hip to know that.

At the man's words, you let out a chuckle, clicking your tongue and sliding your pen back into your pocket. "I don't believe we'll be needing any amputations today, but keep landing on the wrong end of a hammer and we might have a different story."

Turning to the large group walking into the room, you smiled warmly. They were a large bunch, the jackets they adorned matching the one Luke had worn before he had been forced to change into a hospital gown. 'FBI' the breast pocket read. Briefly, you wondered what they did, but realized it didn't quite matter. They were here because they needed you to do your job, not to learn about theirs.

Patting Luke on the shoulder to indicate he could sit back, you grabbed your chart, going to stand near the team. They stood adjacent to Luke, and the small room allowed everyone to be in talking distance.

"I'm assuming you're the family? I'm Doctor Y/F/N Y/L/N, head of Neuro." Your easy smile was enough to release the tension from the team. Seeing Luke crumple the way he had made them worry, but the bright smile on your face reassured them.

"When he came in, the wound was looking a bit nasty." They listened intently while you talked and they didn't seem to miss the way Luke's eyes never quite left you as you spoke. "The swelling went down with some cream, and we took a CT to clear him of anything internal. Now, there was a small hemorrhage-" You watched as the team's eyebrows furrowed in concern, and you brought you hands out, a gesture for them to calm. "But his symptoms were small. Once we got the scan we saw that the bleed was tiny. Most bleeds will actually resolve themselves, so no need for me to go in where I'm not needed."

"Doc, you're welcome in my brain any day." Luke smiled cheekily, and your lips quirked, eyes narrowing playfully.

"I'm who you call when you need the big guns, you don't want me in your brain, Agent Alvez." His lips twitched when his last name rolled off your tongue and you would be lying if you hadn't gained the tiniest bit of satisfaction at the reaction.

He clicked his tongue, playfully grabbing his chest. "How you wound me. We went over this, it's Luke." He corrected, and he realized how desperately he needed you to say his name. He needed to say his name whether you were angry or sad or happy or excited. He needed you to say anything at all to him because your voice was something he hadn't even realized he needed until he heard it and now that he had he wasn't sure he would be able to live without it.

His actions made you chuckle, shaking your head at his antics. "Alright, Luke," You conceded, going to hang back up the man's medical chart on the bed. The nurses would take over from here, the former ranger only needing to be discharged after the rest if the pain meds wore off. The ones you had given him weren't too strong anyways, it wouldn't take much longer. "Try not to piss off anymore toolboxes, your head isn't as hard as you think it is."

The man smiled and just the sheer brightness of it made you suck in a breath. "I don't know, the screwdrivers in my shed were giving me a funny look the other day, I may have to teach them a lesson." He quipped smoothly and you rolled your eyes despite the large grin that grew on your features.

When you turned back to the door, the large group of agents seemed to be split between giving knowing smirks to Luke and impish looks to you. A certain blonde adorned in extremely bright colors seemed to want to interject, but the only other blonde clasped her hand onto the woman's shoulder tightly, stopping her from whatever she was going to say.

"I suggest that he doesn't go in the field for at least three days, and I would like to see him in a week for a precautionary scan to check and see if the bleed resolved itself. Other than that, he's good to go. If you all have anymore questions feel free to ask Nurse Cassidy, she'll be in in just a moment to help you with discharge paperwork and medical prescriptions."

They nodded and, before they could respond, your pager was chirping, signaling the need for your presence elsewhere. Your hand grabbed at the pager clipped onto your waistline, eyes scanning the message before your eyes were flickering back to the agents.

"Duty calls. It was nice meeting you all." You gave a final nod, moving to leave the room, but just as you were about to exit a voice stopped you.

"Hey, Doc!" Luke called out, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You turned, one hand gripping the doorway as your head peeked out from the side. You hummed in response, eyebrows furrowing.

"See you next week!"

Maybe it was childish, or unprofessional, or wildly inappropriate. Perhaps it was the fact that you were sleep deprived, hungry, and running on fumes, or maybe it was just the charming nature of the Alvez man, a gravitational pull toward the comfort he naturally exuded, but you found yourself smiling widely, a pink tint covering your cheeks.

"See you next week." You nodded in confirmation, leaving before you could say anything else.

#luke alvez x reader #luke alvez #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x reader #Criminal Minds #Spencer Reid fic

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viastro · 4 years

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what kind of future | lee jihoon

ミ★ synopsis: what kind of future is to come before us? even if the heavens don’t give us an answer. until the end, i’m too stupid. so i don’t know the answer.

ミ★ genre: post breakup!au, angst, some fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: none!

ミ★ word count: 2,900

ミ★ pairings: jihoon x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys! i’ve been wanting to write a oneshot based off of this beautiful song by woozi for a long time now. i finally found inspiration today, and this was the end product. i hope you guys like it!

You carry the shopping bags full of Christmas gifts for your friends and family through the crowded streets of Seoul. As it’s holiday season, many people are out and shopping at all the stores for presents. Which you decided to do on your day off from work.

You walk up to the crosswalk, pressing the button that signals you want to cross the street. You notice the crowd of people coming and standing behind you or beside you as they wait along with you, and you let out a sigh. You smile slightly at the sight of your own breath due to the coldness of the air, something you’ve missed.

You look across the street and lock eyes with a familiar pair, and you feel your heart drop into your stomach when you realize who they belong to.

“Jihoon?”

“I just think that people should stop buying from Starbucks. They’re not a good company.” You tell Yeri as the two of you walk out of the local coffee shop. The sun hits your skin, and you bathe in the warmth it brings you on this lovely summer day.

“People feed into these horrible industries yet claim they hate capitalism. If you think Starbucks stinks, then buy from your local coffee shop.” Yeri adds as she takes a sip of her iced americano, and you nod your head while you reach over and press the button to signal that you two want to cross the street. Your friend begins to ramble on the recent controversies Starbucks has gotten themselves into, and you stare at the other side of the street as she does.

“Why do I have to buy coffee for Seungkwan? Can’t he buy it himself? He should lay off the coffee anyways.” Jihoon mumbles to himself as he walks over and presses the button. He shoves his hands into his jacket pockets, looking up at the other side of the street, only to lock eyes with you. His mouth slightly drops open, feeling his heartbeat quicken at how beautiful you are underneath the sunlight.

You feel a blush rise to your face, and you give the handsome man a small smile. You watch as the slight wind blows past him, rustling his fluffy blonde hair. He smiles back at you, and your heart warms at the way his eyes crinkle.

“Go.”

You and Yeri begin to cross the street, and you feel your heart thump once you get closer to the man. He glances up once you two cross paths, and your breath gets caught in your throat at how pretty he is up close. However, the meeting is brief as you both simply pass each other, and you let out a disappointed sigh.

“Wait!” Yeri raises an eyebrow, and you both turn around at the sudden voice. You grin once you realize it’s the handsome man as he comes up to you with a shy smile.

“Can I take you out for coffee?” Jihoon asks you, and you and Yeri glance down at the coffee in your hand. He slowly looks at the cup you’re holding, and he lets out an embarrassed laugh. “Oh, my bad-”

Yeri snatches the cup out of your hand and nudges you closer to him, making your eyes widen at the close proximity between you and the attractive stranger. You turn your head towards Yeri and she gives you a big smile.

“I’ll be at the clothing shop over there,” Yeri pauses to point at the cute store. “Just meet me there when you’re done with your date.” She waves her hand at you, and turns around without another word. You turn towards the man, and he’s chuckling at Yeri as she skips away. You run a hand through your hair, and give him a nervous smile.

“Your friend is a good wingwoman.” He tells you, and you nod your head, letting out a sigh.

“Too crazy for her own good, honestly.” He grins, and you both turn back and run across the street right before the timer goes off. He opens up the door for you, and you smile and thank him as you step inside.

“My name’s Jihoon by the way.” He introduces himself, outstretching his hand for you to shake as the two of you wait in line. You smile, slowly raising your hand up and shaking his.

“I’m yn.”

“Yn! You’re here!” Seungkwan exclaims, hurriedly walking over to you and pulling you into a quick hug. You smile, patting his back as he pulls away. “How bad is it?”

“Really bad.”

“Deadass? Is it worse than last time?”

“He hasn’t showered in three days.”

“Shit.” You curse, turning your head and looking over at Jihoon’s closed bedroom door.

After a year of dating Jihoon, you’ve come to learn many things about him. One, he really likes Coke. It’s actually rather tragic because Coke is quite literally battery acid in a bottle but he drinks that shit as if it’s water. You were able to get him to slowly limit his intake of the horrible soda, but he still enjoys it a lot.

Two, he may act as if he doesn’t like skinship, but he’s a big softie. Behind closed doors he’s like a teddy bear, always wanting to cuddle you. If you initiate it then he goes into cardiac arrest, so you usually let him make the first move when it comes to cuddling.

Three, he’s a workaholic. Since he’s majoring in music composition, he’s always working on producing songs and writing lyrics. When he suffers from a mental block, he isolates himself from the world and forgets to fulfill his basic needs. It’s finals next week, and he needs to make sure his song for it is perfect, so you haven’t heard from him in three days. That’s why Seungkwan called you to go and help him, and that’s how you end up in this position now.

Sneaking over to his door with a mask over your nose because god only knows how much it must stink in his room. You turn towards Seungkwan, giving him a thumbs up, and he whispers, “Fighting!”

You knock on the door, and there’s no response. You turn back towards Seungkwan, and he stares back at you with wide eyes. You tentatively knock again, only to receive no response. Letting out a breath, you decide to open the door, and you squint at the darkness in the room. A stark contrast to the sunlit room you were previously in.

After your eyes get used to your surroundings, you focus on a sleeping Jihoon, slumped over his desk with his pc shining brightly onto him. You smile softly, walking over and resting a hand softly on his back. He doesn’t move, and you rub the area between his shoulders.

“Woozi. Wake up, let’s go get you into the shower and then eat something.” You mutter softly, and he slowly stirs, but doesn’t fully awaken. You look around on his desk, and scowl at the sight of two Coke bottles.

“Why do you always drink that battery acid whenever you work?” You ask, patting Jihoon’s back once again. His eyes open, and he groggily turns and looks up at you.

“Cause it’s good.” You roll your eyes at him, finding it silly that you slandering his favorite soda was what got him to wake up. Jihoon leans back, quietly complaining about his neck and back hurting. He turns towards you, and opens his arms. “Mm?”

“Can I have a hug? I missed you.” Jihoon tells you, and you smile. You step over and plop yourself down onto his lap, and he wraps his arms around your waist as you rest your head onto the crook of his neck. The two of you stay like that for a while, just holding each other.

“I’m wearing a mask and I can still smell your stench through it.” You mutter, and Jihoon pinches your waist, letting out a laugh.

“I’ll shower in a second, let me just show you what I have so far.” Jihoon says, and you lift your head up from his neck as he begins typing into his pc. He pulls up a music file, and presses play. You rest your head onto his as you hear the piano begin to play, and your eyes close as the instrumental fills the room. Once the song ends, you turn your head and look at Jihoon, who is watching you expectantly.

“What do you think?”

“It sounds beautiful. Have you written lyrics yet?” Jihoon shakes his head, and lets out a small sigh. You raise an eyebrow at the fact that he has no blemish on his face even though he hasn’t showered, and you curse the skincare God for letting your boyfriend have such perfect skin.

“For this final I only need to turn in the melody and stuff. The next composition class is when I have to add in lyrics and everything. It’s just this melody for now.” Jihoon explains, and you nod your head. You let out a breath, resting your head onto his shoulder.

“Do you have a title?” You ask, and Jihoon nods his head. He raises your intertwined hands, and presses a kiss to your knuckle, before glancing at you with a soft smile on his face.

“What Kind of Future.”

You sit at Jihoon’s kitchen island, staring at the now cold meal you prepared for him as a way to celebrate your two year anniversary. Yet you’re sitting here alone, with a phone full of messages to Jihoon that haven’t been read in hours. Your head perks up at the sound of keys jingling into the front door, and you turn around at the sound of Jihoon stepping into his apartment.

He lets out a tired sigh, slipping off his shoes and putting his jacket onto the coat rack. You feel tears well up in your eyes, and you turn away, stepping off the stool at the kitchen island. Jihoon finally looks up at the sound, and he raises an eyebrow in confusion when he locks eyes with you.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, and you bite the inside of your cheek, refusing to answer. Jihoon looks up and down at you, wondering why you’re dressed nicely as well. He glances over at the kitchen island, and his eyes widen at the variety of food laid out on it.

“Did you make this? It looks good yn.” Jihoon tells you as he walks over, and he freezes when his eyes lay atop the small cake in the middle of the assortment of food.

happy two year anniversary, jihoonie <3

“Oh my God.” You let out a wet laugh, feeling the gut wrenching pain in your heart become all too overwhelming. Jihoon reaches out to you, and you slap his hand away. You run a hand through your hair, turning and looking at Jihoon as more tears travel down your face.

“Yn, I’m so sorry. I got caught up at the studio-”

“That you couldn’t even check your phone? Or even look at the date?” You ask, raising a hand to your chest, punching it as if it’ll make your heart stop from breaking. Jihoon’s mouth opens and closes as he tries to find words, and you bite your bottom lip.

“I don’t even know why I tried. Why do I keep trying when I know our relationship isn’t something we can save anymore?” You watch as Jihoon’s face crumbles, and he takes a step towards you, but you take two steps back. You shake your head, feeling as if the guy in front of you isn’t the same one you met on that crosswalk that warm summer day.

No. He hasn’t been that man in a long time.

And you haven’t been that girl either.

“Don’t do this yn.” Jihoon begs, and you stare at him. You watch as the tears begin to fall from his eyes, finding the pain in his eyes a reflection of your very own. He feels his whole world crashing down when you don’t respond, knowing that the silence is your answer.

“We hardly see each other cause we’re busy. When we do see each other, we just fight, and fight, and fight, until we can both hardly breathe.” You state, and Jihoon clenches his fist at his side when you raise a hand up to your mouth in an attempt to control your breathing. “We aren’t the same people we were two years ago when we met on that crosswalk. We just aren’t. Can’t you see that we’ve been falling apart? Just let me go.”

Jihoon takes a step forward, and waits to see if you’ll take a step back, which you don’t. He walks towards you, and reaches out and grasps your hand, feeling your warmth go through his body. He looks into your eyes, and bites the inside of his cheek to try and prevent himself from crying even more.

“I don’t want to. We can work through this, we can fix us. You know that we can.” You shake your head at his words, closing your eyes as more tears escape. Jihoon feels his heart crack a bit more in his chest, when your head hangs low.

“Please, let’s fix this.” Jihoon whispers, and you bite your bottom lip. You give his hand a squeeze, before letting go. You take in a deep breath, before looking up and locking eyes with Jihoon.

The man you love.

“I’m sorry.” You mutter, before stepping past him and walking over to the door. Jihoon turns and speeds over to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind, crying into your shoulder. You hold back a sob, resting your hand over his.

“Please, yn. I’ll do better. I’ll make more time for you. I’ll do anything.” Jihoon pleads, and you shake your head. You softly unwrap yourself from his arms, and slip into your shoes. He reaches out and grasps your wrist in a last ditch attempt to get you to stay. You turn around and look at him, and you watch as a single tear falls past his left eye.

“I don’t want to let go.” Jihoon mutters, and you let out a sad smile.

“It was a beautiful two years. Thank you for everything, I-” You feel yourself choke up, and you have to take in another breath. “I love you, Jihoonie.” You tell him, before stepping out the door, letting Jihoon’s hand fall to his side.

The sound of the door closing rings through the silence of his apartment, but it’s not as deafening as the sound of his heart shattering within his chest as he falls onto his knees.

“Jihoon?” You take in his now black hair, which compliments his skin tone nicely. He’s wearing a white turtleneck, paired with a gray overcoat. His eyes are wide as the two of you stare at each other, feeling as if he’s staring at a ghost.

There’s no exchange of smiles this time, just two hurting souls staring at one another as the snow begins to fall around them.

You’re both startled by the sound of the automated voice telling you that it’s safe to cross the road. You immediately look down at the ground, beginning to walk across the street. While Jihoon shoves his hands into his pockets, stepping off the sidewalk.

“What kind of future do you think we’ll have Jihoonie?” You ask after he tells you the title of his song. He lets out a breath, resting his head back onto the seat as he thinks to himself.

You look up after a moment, as does Jihoon. The two of you lock eyes when you inch closer towards each other, and you find the pain you’ve been suppressing slowly inching its way out at the sight of him. Jihoon wonders whether he should stop you like he did before, treat you to coffee and have the two of you talk about life.

He’s resented you for the past year for letting go of your guys’ relationship, hatred replacing the love he had for you, but he misses you. While you dedicated all your time into different hobbies to try and distract yourself from the regret that’s pooled at the bottom of your heart since the breakup.

You both wonder whether or not you should stop each other like that warm summer day.

“I hope it’s happy. One where I get to wake up and see your beautiful face first thing in the morning. While we may have issues, as does every relationship, I hope we’ll be able to work through it.” Jihoon mutters softly, running a comforting hand through your hair. He lets out a smile at the thought of waking up and seeing your beautiful eyes first thing in the morning.

You break eye contact and look straight ahead, and Jihoon turns his head away and looks forward. The two of you walk past each other, feeling time come to a standstill in that brief moment you cross paths. You each walk to your designated sides of the street, not sparing another glance as the distance grows between you. As does the pain in both of your hearts.

“I think our future will be beautiful, yn.”

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hanniiesuckle17 · 4 years

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Single Dad Jihoon

A/n: omg i haven’t written for seventeen in so lonngggggg. but like MY MAN^^. also i was debating making this a smau? but i thought I would just format it like the others. I really hope you like it!

Requested by: @septicfabgi

Tag List: @distrikt9 @mini-meanhoe @poeticallyspaghetti @hanstagrams (Tag List is Open)

Warnings: None

Genre: single dad!au, romance, fluff

So single dad Jihoon

gets zero sleep

he has the latest state of the art coffee machine

has a panic attack when he runs out of caffeine

his daughter, Yoona, is everything to him though

shes about three years old, almost four

her mom just wasn’t ready for being a parent so Jihoon took care of his daughter

having put a lot of money in saving Jihoon could actually afford a pretty nice house for his daughter to grow up in

it even had a pool in the back

(one the rest of the boys thoroughly took advantage of)

Yoona is an angel and she is a complete daddy’s girl

Jihoon is also WHIPPED for his daughter

often falls asleep with bows in his hair or cheap makeup on his cheek

He trys to work from home as often as he can

jihoon even installed a full recording studio in the house so boys could come over and record at his home instead of the company

when he did have to leave the house, he tried to take his daughter with him wherever he could

carats loved seeing woozi with his little girl

she was always featured in the behind the scenes of dance practices and mv shootings

she sometimes manages to get in the backs of shots in mvs

carats love playing spot Yoona when Seventeen has a comeback

she is quite the shy little girl though, around people she doesn’t know

she doesn’t like going to fansigns so Jihoon usually has to hire a sitter or ask the staff to keep watch of her backstage

while she is shy she loves dancing so Jihoon put her in ballet lessons

he makes sure to always come to her recitals and most of the boys come to

Minghao and Seungkwan standing up in the back with their phones recording and cheering their heads off as soon as the see Yoona’s little pink tights step out on stage

Jihoon legit having to pull them back down in their seats

but he always gets his little girl flowers after a performance and lets her pick where they all go out to eat after

Hoshi, S.Coups, and Seungkwan help out the most when Jihoon really needs it

since Hoshi works the most with Jihoon while recording, he became Yoona’s unspoken God Father

he gets her little tiger print outfits which drives Jihoon crazy

“SOONYOUNG! WHAT THE HE-”

“Bro no cursing in front of your daughter”

Jihoon looks angrily between Hoshi and Yoona

“No more tiger print.”

“What about cheetah?”

“NO!”

Yoona loves swimming in the pool

she often convinces her father to throw pool parties for the members so they will come over and play with her

she practically lives in the pool so Jihoon had to install cameras in the backyard in case she slips past her sitter to go swimming

okay so how you met Jihoon

you were working as a nanny

you were in between households when you got a call from your friend (the nanny Jihoon usually hired)

she told you she had to go out of town to help with some family issues but the single dad she usually worked for desperately needed a sitter for the week.

you parked your car in the driveway of the very nice modern style house, completely in shock

“This is the right address right?” you mumbled double checking the text she sent you

usually, single parents that hired you lived in very small houses or apartments

not two story modern houses with a nice Tesla parked in the driveway

you hesitantly knocked on the door

a very handsome man, with wet dyed blonde hair opened the door with a tired smile

“Are you the nanny?”

there were happy screams coming from inside the house and splashes

“Um...yes! I’m Y/n. F/n said you needed me-”

“Yes, thank goodness. Come in. She’s in the back.”

the man quickly ushered you inside and out to the backyard

“I’m Jihoon by the way. Hoshi is playing with Yoona in the pool.”

“Oh! How long have you two been together?”

he stopped in his tracks looking at you with wide eyes and nervous laugh

Jihoon looked you up and down while running a hand through his damp hair

“OH NO! I’m not- We aren’t- ....Hoshi is just...We are in the same band. He is supposed to be working with me in the studio with me this week, but I can’t leave Yoona alone all day.”

you nodded and followed him through the nice kitchen and out to the pool

you saw the cutest little girl playing with another man with jet black hair

“Daddy!”

the little girl that looked very much like the man who answered the door swam to the edge of the pool and reached for him.

jihoon pulled up the three year old and introduced the two of you

you hit it off and you were spending every minute with Yoona

every day of the week was spent at Jihoon’s home taking care of Yoona while he worked in the home studio or at the company

Jihoon always made sure to come home early enough or take a break long enough to tuck Yoona in when it was time for bed

After knowing Jihoon for two weeks you had gotten pretty close and you were certain about one thing

He was a workaholic

“Take a break Jihoon.”

He shrugged at your words as you closed the door to Yoona’s room.

“I’m fine.”

“Jihoon, take a break. Your deadline isn’t until this weekend and Hoshi said that the album is practically finished already.”

You pushed him into the kitchen and forced him to sit down on a stool.

the two of you talked over a bottle of wine Jihoon had stashed away after his housewarming party

you still found it insane that he already owned this entire house and he was only 23

after that night talking with Jihoon after Yoona had gone to bed was a nightly occurrence

Eventually Jihoon found himself enjoying your company in ways that he shouldn’t when he was actively paying you to take care of his daughter.

He just fell in love with how caring you were

he loved how happy you made him

However he knew he couldn’t make a move if he was still hiring you

“Y/n you’re fired.”

You looked wide eyes at Jihoon before eyeing Yoona in your lap

She was giving her father a confused look too.

“What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, no. Look, I really really like you. And it’s really not appropriate for me to have a crush on someone I’m employing.”

Suddenly being fired wasn’t so bad.

You told Yoona to go play in her room, so you could talk to her dad alone.

“Yeah, I guess sleeping with my boss would be pretty bad.”

Jihoon blushed at your words but smiled and wrapped you in his arms.

He pressed his lips against yours hand cupping your cheek

“Oh, you are so fired.” He whispered with a smile against your lips

The two of you began dating after he fired you

A new nanny was hired but they only last a few months

Jihoon insisted you move in with him and Yoona since you spent most nights there anyway

You took care fo Yoona like your own daughter which allowed Jihoon to work more outside the house

He would come home to dinner made hot and just for him, his daughter asleep or waiting for him in the living room.

Your relationship was kept a secret for a long time because Jihoon was really ready to share you with the whole yet

he wanted you all to himself....occasionally sharing you with his little girl

when your relationship did come out, he wanted to make sure that you weren’t planning on leaving him any time soon.

he would think long and hard about it

one night the two of you were just sitting on the couch one night, Yoona asleep on your lap and watching a random cartoon when Jihoon stood up all of a sudden and returned from the kitchen with a bottle of champagne and two glasses

“What are you doing?”

He shushed you pointing to his sleeping daughter in your arms. He popped the bottle and poured two glasses

Jihoon then got down on one knee and took your hands in his

“Y/n will you marry me? I want you part of my family, our family. I’m in love with you more than you will ever know and I know Yoona loves you just as much as I do. So, what do you say? It’ll be kind of awkward if you say no, because....I already opened the champagne.”

You laughed and pulled him in for a kiss “Yes”

Jihoon felt sure in your relationship and felt better about letting the world know

He was happy with his family and he didn’t care what the world though

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meltwonu · 4 years

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s n a k e | e y e s [chapter 3]

pairing; snakehybrid!woozi x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; 🥺💕thank you for all the interest in snake eyes!! I can't believe it!! y’all don’t know how happy that makes me because I love this au!! 💕💕💕 in this chapter: jihoonie makes a small oopsies 🥴oral(female receiving), minor switch!woozi, hehehe... im sorry, im mean and u will know why 😭😭💕 also this chapter is long, strap in for the long ass ride!! yeehaw

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

It takes a week and a half for you and Jihoon to really fall into a rhythm that suits his and your needs.

Jihoon is still shy around you, only spending an hour or two with you while you work until he feels too awkward again, slinking away back into his room. You wonder, periodically, if he happened to hear what you were doing in your bedroom the night he came to stay with you and if that was the reason he’d been so shy and quiet around you. But you quickly shake the thoughts out of your head, preferring to believe that he hadn’t, for your sake and his. Jihoon had never mentioned anything to you anyway, so you had no reason to believe he’d heard anything.

But it’s a rainy Sunday afternoon that has you bundled up in an oversized sweater on the living room sofa, laptop haphazardly on a side table while you take a break from writing. A movie plays quietly on the tv in front of you, but you don’t really pay attention to it. Jihoon emerges from his room, covered up in a big sweater and his sweats as he takes a seat on the opposite end of the sofa.

“It’s… r-really cold today…” His voice is soft, almost a whisper, as he pulls his legs up onto the sofa, crossing them as he tries to cover his skin. “I… kinda had a h-hard time sleeping.”

“Did you need more heaters? The forecast said it’s supposed to rain for the next couple days, Jihoon…” You trail off, already sliding off of the sofa as you fetch a blanket for the cold male. “I can go pick you up another one tomorrow, if you’d like?” Draping the soft blanket over him, he thanks you, snuggling into the soft material. “If it’s okay… I don’t want you to go out of your way if it’s too much.” You chuckle, settling into your spot on the sofa again as you pick up your laptop to get a bit of work done.

“Nonsense, I want you to be comfortable here.”

Jihoon’s stomach grumbles 45 minutes later as he sinks deeper into the plush blanket, hiding the flush that covers his cheeks. You laugh slightly, already hopping off to make him and yourself a snack to eat.

“You’re more than welcome to rummage the kitchen whenever you want, y’kno. Or if you want me to make you something to eat, you can always ask.”

“Sorry I’m just… still getting used to it. You’re definitely nicer than my past owners.” You hum, curious about how his previous owners treated him for him to be this shy, or if he was just naturally always this timid. “It’s okay! Take your time. I know it’s weird but I’m… I’m still getting used to it too.” You feel your body heating up, suddenly reminded of a questionable dream you’d had the previous night; the cute snake hybrid invading even your mind when you slept recently. God I really need to get laid somehow, you think, maybe that cute barista from down the street would be interested? I think his name was Jun. Reminder to self to get his number next time.

You grab a pan, setting it onto the stove as you gather ingredients to make ddeokbokki; something that Jihoon really loved to snack on. “Hey, Jihoon? Did you wanna help me make this? I can teach you a bit!”

There’s a shuffling from the living room before the blonde haired male steps into the kitchen, a curious look on his face.

“I’ve never cooked before though…”

“It’ s okay! I can teach you. Just so that.. Um, just in case I’m not home or something and you get hungry?” He nods, stepping closer towards you as you set various ingredients onto the counter top. “Okay, I’ll just... Watch you.” You smile at him, urging him to come closer as you begin explaining what to do. But Jihoon’s mind fixates on something else, your voice getting drowned out when he feels the warmth radiating off of your body when he steps closer. Unbeknownst to you, Jihoon decides to stand almost directly behind you as you continue to explain how to cook to him.

When his hands start to slide up the hem of your sweater, you pause, setting the measuring cup back onto the counter top where it was before. Jihoon’s cold fingertips begin traveling up your sides, delicately caressing your skin under your sweater. Your breath is caught in your throat when he then leans his head over your shoulder, his tongue softly lapping at the exposed skin of your neck. A moan catches in your throat when you realize your body’s already rapidly heating up at his touch, the snake hybrid behind you also letting out a tiny moan of his own when he realizes how warm you’ve gotten.

But you snap back to reality, panic taking over when you let out a garbled noise, pushing back against Jihoon.

“Oh my g-god, wait--wh--”

Jihoon panics, pupils shaking as he pulls away completely, pressing himself into the fridge for a second before immediately bolting out of the kitchen without a word; only a door slam in the distance letting you know where he is.

A couple hours pass, the rain still pattering against the window as the moon rises beyond the clouds.

The ddeokbokki from earlier went unmade; ingredients going back to their original places as you decided to retreat to your own bedroom to catch your breath and cool yourself down. You really hadn’t hated what happened earlier, but it was quite the shock, and you could only imagine what Jihoon was feeling as well. But you set those feelings aside, making your way down the hallway to his bedroom to ask him about dinner. Fuck, he must be starving. He didn’t even eat earlier, you think.

You knock on his door, a muffled “yes?” coming from the other side.

“Jihoon did you want to eat dinner with me or will you eat later?”

“Uhm, hmm, I’m…um, I’ll.. I’ll eat with y-you.”

You set up the dinner table, setting Jihoon’s food across from you. You were glad that he just ate normal human food as it made it easier for you to take care of him; unsure if you could sit and watch him eat what snakes normally did. Hearing a door click, you break out of your thoughts, seeing him walk towards the dining table with a blush on his face.

“I… um…”

“Yes Jihoon?”

“I just… about earlier, I wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have… um, stuck my hands in y-your shirt like that…”

The memory alone has you blushing, his delicate and cold fingertips brushing against your ribcage had a tingle traveling up your spine and down to your fingertips. You hadn’t hated it; just the shock from his touches had you initially recoiling, sending Jihoon running straight for his bedroom where he had holed up for hours.

“I… It was okay. I, um, didn’t hate it actually…”

“O-oh, uh, so… um, is it okay? If… If I do that sometimes? It’s… you feel nicer than, um, the h-heaters in my room so…”

“Y-yeah, I mean… y-yes, that would be… okay.” Shock momentarily flits over his features before a genuine smile etches onto his face. “Okay… U-um I mean, it---it won’t---I won’t, y’know, stick my hands in your shirt but maybe like---like we can, um, cuddle? Sometimes?” You almost choke on your food at his suggestion, suddenly too shy to make eye contact with him at how innocent it all sounded.

“Yeah that… that would be fine!”

The two of you have normal dinner conversations, you asking him about songs he’s been working on while he asks you about work. You remind him that you’ll pick up a new heater in the morning and begin clearing the table with his help.

When the dishes are cleared, you bid Jihoon a good night; thankful that the snake hybrid wasn’t too awkward after everything that had happened earlier in the day. He calls your name as you turn away from your doorway to face him again.

“Yes, Jihoon?”

“Um, I was wondering… If it’d be okay if I slept in your room? It’s just… Uh, it’s cold and raining and... yeah.”

You contemplate it for a second, wondering if that was really the best idea, all things considered. But you mentally shrug, thinking, it’s just sleep.

“Sure, why not. Why don’t you get ready for bed and just… come in when you’re ready?” He nods, thanking you before he slinks down the hallway to his bedroom to change. The entire thing feels a little questionable, but you shrug it off, getting ready for bed before Jihoon shows up.

Admittedly, you normally would sleep in a big shirt and panties since you slept alone. But since Jihoon would be joining you this time, you slip on a sweater and some pajama pants, opting to be completely covered in order to prevent any potential mishaps. You could only pray your dreams were normal.

There’s a knock on the door when you slide under the bed sheets, adjusting your pillows before you reply.

“Come in!”

Jihoon opens the door, shutting it behind him as he stands in front of it awkwardly. Much like yourself, he stands there in an oversized sweater and pajama pants, hands digging into the material of his sweater as he takes in the features of your bedroom. When his eyes finally land on you already under the sheets, you pat the side of the bed that’s empty, inviting him in.

“C’mon let’s sleep. I still need to go out tomorrow morning to get your things.”

The extra heater is forgotten the next morning when you wake up in his iron grip.

It’s not uncomfortable, but he’s only got one arm wrapped around your waist and you find it almost virtually impossible to escape his hold as he snores softly into your neck. So you lay there, listening to the pitter-patter of the non-stop rain and his soft breaths, thankful that the two of you had fallen asleep without a hitch and that your dreams were normal.

Jihoon had quietly slid into the large bed with you, muttering a ‘good night’ before your radiating warmth under the sheets had lulled him to sleep.

You don’t know how much time passes as you lay there, but eventually Jihoon decides to wake up, a yawn and a simple ‘good morning’ muffled into your skin before he pulls away, turning to face the opposite side. You sit up, rubbing your tired eyes as you check the clock. 11:09am.

“Did you want breakfast?”

You never buy the heater; Jihoon happily moving some of his personal items to your bedroom after that late morning breakfast. And you didn’t mind, as long as the snake hybrid was happy, so were you.

He had dragged in a heater, using it on nights when you came to bed late, only for you to shut it off when you finally slid underneath the covers. He would easily find your warmth, rolling over to lock you into his grasp as you fell asleep.

It became routine over the next couple of weeks, even when the clouds cleared and the days and nights were warm. Jihoon opened up to you more as well, dragging his keyboard into the living room to play you some of the songs he’d been working on in his old bedroom, now a work space. You’d often work in your spare room but recently you’d been spending more time in the living room with Jihoon, finding the space more comfortable to be in. Setting your work away, you lay down on the sofa, a yawn on your lips.

“Hey, can I, um, ask you something?”

His voice breaks you out of your train of thought as you adjust your body. Jihoon sits on the floor near the window, fingers tapping random keys on the keyboard as he avoids eye contact.

“Yeah, what’s up?” There’s hesitance written all over his face before he nods to himself, exhaling sharply before he replies.

“I… I know maybe I’m asking for a lot and, I mean, feel free to say no because I know you probably will! And that’s--that’s okay but I was wondering… if--if I…” Jihoon pauses for much too long as you raise a brow.

“If you what? Jihoon, is everything okay?”

“I, yeah, everything’s fine, I just.. I’m sorry, I… It’s okay if you think it’s weird and I’ve never really done it before either but I just, I noticed when… when I touch you, you get really, um, warm and I… I like it a lot so I was wondering if I could try something?”

A million different thoughts float through your head in a millisecond and you can’t stop the blush that creeps up your neck and paints your face red.

“Um, I guess… it would depend? What exactly… did you want to try?” You bite the inside of your cheek, already trying to keep yourself from squirming around.

“I… can I try… eating you out? I wanna see something.”

The formality of Jihoon asking so politely if he could go down on you sends your brain short circuiting quicker than lightning.

He’s convinced at this point you hate him and will probably send him back to the adoption home the next day when he sees the blank look on your face as you process.

“Shit, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked that, I---”

“Y-yes…”

“Wait, what, hold--” Jihoon turns into a sputtering mess, his palms clammy against his sweats as he squirms. “Wait, did you say… yes?” You nod, already feeling the heat pooling in your lower abdomen as you shift awkwardly on the sofa. “Yeah I… um, I’d… be okay with that…” Trailing off, you try to look at everything but Jihoon, mildly embarrassed at how increasingly wet you were already getting.

“O-okay, um, when should we… do it?” Jihoon’s voice is shaky and to anyone else he sounded nervous, but inside he could barely contain his new found excitement.

“Now is okay? I… I’m okay with right now.” You finally look at him, finding him already crawling over to you on the floor before moving the coffee table enough to sit on his knees in front of you. “I guess, let’s start…?” He trails off, the blush never leaving his face as he twiddles his thumbs. You nod, sitting up to slide your shorts off, shimmying to the edge of the sofa as you spread your legs for him.

“Interesting.”

“W-what?” You stare at him from between your legs as he slots himself in front of you, cold palms holding your thighs open as you shiver from his touch. “Nothing, just… you’re already wet.”

If there was a sinkhole underneath you, you’d like for it to take you right about now. The embarrassment sets your body on fire as Jihoon chuckles under his breath. “And now you’re really warm? Interesting.” You bite your lip as he leans in closer to your clothed mound, his tongue peeking out from between his lips.

“Ready to test my theory?”

Gulping, he doesn’t even give you a chance to reply before he’s licking you through your panties, his tongue adding pressure along the wet patch growing on the fabric. Your thighs threaten to clamp shut around his head but his grip on you is too tight, prying your legs wide open as he continues to lick at your clothed entrance.

Jihoon pauses for a second, a groan leaving his lips. “Fuck, you taste so good, I need to get these panties off of you now.” Agreeing, you hook your fingers into the band of your panties, ready to get them off.

“Ah, ah, not like that.” There’s a ghost of a smirk on his face before he lets go of your thighs, fingertips pushing your hands away and replacing them with his before he tears them in half, the soaked material sliding off of your body as you stare at him in shock.

“Jihoon, what th---”

“What? Didn’t think I was capable?” You’re at a loss for words; the sudden change in his demeanor from shy to slightly dominating, intoxicating. “I’m just… wow.” He laughs at your lack of response, gripping your thighs again as he leans back in, his tongue already on your slit as he licks up a stripe from your clit to your entrance. Your hands immediately tangle into his hair, moaning as his tongue laps at your wetness.

You feel like you’re floating on clouds, warm and dreamy while Jihoon eats you out. He hadn’t even used his fingers on you yet, only sliding his tongue through your folds and prodding at your entrance and you were sure you could cum just like this.

“Ngh, Jihoon… Can you… make me cum?”

The male between your legs hums in response before his tongue flicks at your clit, a groan leaving you when he draws harsh circles around the nub. You can feel the pressure in your body cresting as you try to grind down on his waiting tongue.

“Jihoon, I’m---”

When you wake up, Jihoon is still by the window, notebook full of music related jargon as he glances up at you. “Oh hey, I was wondering when you’d wake up. You fell asleep so fast after you laid down, I was gonna ask if you wanted to hear some of the stuff I was working on but you were out like a light.”

Your head is void of any thoughts as you stare blankly into Jihoon’s face; the entire thing had been a dream. A cold sweat coats your body as you sit up, the wetness between your legs insanely real.

“I… yeah, I guess I was tired… I--I didn’t say anything weird in my sleep, did I?”

Jihoon ponders for a moment, lips tilting cutely up into a pout.

“No, I mean, you made some weird little squeaky noises but… that was it. Why? Did you have a weird dream or something?”

“Uh… no, just… wondering.”

Fuck.

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blacksdale · 3 years

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take me back

a crappy zoyalai fic

sh:zoyalai angst, sadness based on chinese satellite by phoebe bridgers ao3

Zoya had been foolish to think she could make it through tonight sober.

It was a bit funny because typically, she would have loved to be at a wedding like this. The easy environment, the food, the champagne, the way the guests put aside their differences for a night or two, allowing for two souls in love to experience what should be the greatest night of their lives.

Which is why she felt like the biggest fucking joke of them all. Maybe if she weren’t drunk, she could be present at the moment, think about the joy of the party she’d be lost in if it were any other occasion. But she hadn’t taken into consideration the sheer shock of today; how the ceremony hit her right in the face and she had not comprehended what it might mean for her. She had an opportunity, and she blew it. Because he asked her first and she had said no. It could’ve been–should’ve been–her in that dress, with her husband smiling and thanking those who were giving them congratulations. It could’ve been the best night of their life.

I've been running around in circles Pretending to be myself

She knew he felt the same way she did, which should’ve given her some reassurance. But he still smiled. He was probably joking too.

She took another glass of wine from the table beside her, not caring who it belonged to. Those people had better shots of getting through this without a drink.

She saw Genya and David on the dance floor in an embrace, swaying along to the music. She loved them both, but right now even they seemed to sicken her. Everyone here was sickening her. The food and drinks that had come from far and wide from only the best caterers Ravka housed sickened her. The room, decorated in red and gold with string lights swaying from the ceiling, stars shining in the sky visible through the glass roof, the room that she had helped decorate the day before, sickened her.

What sickened her most was the boy across the room, acting like everything was fine, throwing an arm around the shoulders of random diplomats like they were old friends and toasting to the new union and the new alliances that had been made. Every so often, he looked over at her, his smile faltering just a bit, as if someone had told him a bad joke that he was forced to laugh at. She wanted to punch him in the arm, yell at him about how he had made her go insane before jumping into his arms and having him never let go.

Maybe she did have more champagne than was necessary. Yet none of her common sense was able to keep her from downing more. If she drank, she could sleep, and if she could sleep she could wake up and have this be a dream. Though the light seemed too bright for that, or maybe that was the champagne too. Was it possible to get drunk in dreams if you wanted?

Why would somebody do this on purpose When they could do something else?

She needed air, though she didn’t know if it was the stuffy room or the ache in her chest that was choking her. Standing up, however, proved to be a hardship. The hem of her navy blue dress touched the ground, taking its place just under the heel of her shoe, causing her to catch herself on the table. That was the one bad thing about being drunk; she missed being graceful. She dusted herself off, standing up again and using her chair for support as she turned around to walk toward the exit, or was it the buffet table? The room was spinning and she didn’t know which direction she was going anymore.

To her disappointment, it was that of a wall.

Her head was already hurting, and the collision with the maroon-painted wall seemed to make it worse. Zoya stepped back a bit, rubbing the left of her forehead where the edge of the doorway had hit. She leaned back to take a look at her hand as she pulled it away.

Great. The alcohol was already making her woozy and now she had given herself a concussion. Maybe I should just sleep now.

And then, to her dismay, someone caught her.

She looked in front of her to find a pair of black-clad arms under hers, threads of gold embroidery around the wrists, her head pressed uncomfortably against someone’s shoulder.

“Don’t fall just yet, Nazyalensky, you still have a few hours to go.”

Even in her sleep, she knew that voice.

Drowning out the morning birds With the same three songs over and over

She tried to form the thoughts in her head, to form words on her tongue, but all she did was push away from him. She whipped her head to face him, glaring as she gave him a look up and down.

Nikolai still looked handsome as hell since the night started, but he looked even more desirable up close. And now that the party had been going on for a while, he looked just the slightest bit unkempt, a lock of honey-blond hair falling into his forehead, cheeks flushed from the wine, the first button of his crisp white shirt undone.

He was so beautiful it took all her impulse control to keep from crying. She felt her heart begin to swell and her throat begin to go dry and she felt the sudden need to wrap herself in a blanket and hide. It felt awful. She felt awful. She hated him. Did she hate him? Did she love him?

“What the fuck do you want?”

It seemed she hadn’t stopped him from noticing her current condition. He was back to her a second later, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and probably making her look weak. Why was he always the one who made her weak? She wanted to shudder at how familiar this was, his arms around her as he cuddled her close, touch so soft and delicate he never had to talk for her to know he cared, even though he told her anyway. A touch she had come to crave. A lump rose to her throat as she felt his fingers graze her shoulder.

“Come on,” he said, “there’s a guest room up the stairs.”

“But party–”

I wish I wrote it, but I didn't so I learn the words Hum along 'til the feeling's gone forever

“Zoya,” he pressed his lips to her ear, “you wouldn’t wanna see yourself like this either.”

“Like what? It’s not like I wanna see anyone else here.”

Nikolai led her out of the ballroom, steadying her as he brought her to the stairs. The light was easier in the corridors, coming from just a few lanterns along the sides. Her headache started to ease as she got the stairs. She wished nothing more than for him to go away, back to the ballroom to his friends and his wife, to the celebration meant for him and his happiness. But Saints, she was tired.

She was so tired.

She fell onto the landing halfway up the staircase, leaning her back to the wall and leaving him at last. She wished for him to leave, more than anything in the world. If she didn’t have to see him maybe she could have some peace after a while. The aches in her neck from sleeping on the stairs would be worth it.

Instead, he took his place beside her, tilting his head back and exhaling for what looked like the first time in years. He closed his eyes, the lantern light laying a halo over his hair and lashes that fanned his cheeks.

She looked straight ahead, failing to focus on the far wall. “Why are you here?”

He shrugged. “It’s my wedding, darling. It’s rude of me to not show.”

“No, your Idiocy” her voice sounded weaker than she liked, “I meant–”

“This corridor with you?” He nudged her shoulder. “Wouldn’t let you lose it out here alone without my presence to keep you sane.”

At this point, she was too far gone to tell him he was wrong. Or right. Was there still a distinction? She wracked her brain for reasons that proved one or the other; her thoughts seemed to be barren for a way to confirm.

“Besides,” he continued, “I wanted a break.”

Took a tour to see the stars But they weren't out tonight So I wished hard on a Chinese satellite

Please. She scoffed and pulled away from him, rolling her eyes. “Break from what?”

He pondered in silence, and she sensed him shaking even though he didn’t seem to know himself. “Everything.”

He didn’t have anything to be upset about. Saints, it was his wedding. If he didn’t like the girl, at least he liked gifts and the attention. Worst case scenario, the one thing he liked would be the food.

“Oh,” she rolled her eyes, turning to face him, volume in her voice rising, “like the congratulations and the decoration and the alliances and all the benefits for Ravka and the music and cake. It’s a wedding and you’re acting like it’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to you.” It’s pretty horrible for me.

“Zoya, you have no reason to be mad. This day hurt me just as much as it hurt you!”

“Well then why did you trick me?!” She yelled, feeling the tears start to stream down her face. “You tricked me,” she said, voice so faint that it was almost lost to the sound from the ballroom. She saw Nikolai’s eyes widen out of the corner of her eye, and she brought her knees to her chest and leaned against the wall once more, shivering despite the warmth housed in her chest.

He kept his eyes trained on his hands, his voice barely audible. “How would I have tricked you?”

So he had the luxury of being oblivious. “Into thinking it was all going to be okay.” She wrapped her arms around her legs. “That this wedding wasn’t ever happening, at least not with her. That we could figure something out before it came to this.”

I want to believe Instead I look at the sky and I feel nothing

He swallowed, placing a hand on her arm, running a finger back and forth in soothing patterns. “I never meant to trick you,” he avoided her eyes, “no more than I tricked myself.”

The conversation went still, the atmosphere filling with tense silence that she wished had been reserved for other people, all the sound in the hall coming from the entrance to the ballroom. Nostalgia filled her as she remembered when it had been easy for them to make small talk, sit in a room together and talk about nothing when nothing significant had happened.

If only they were insignificant.

“You get used to it,” he murmured, “after a while.”

Zoya’s voice came out small when she spoke. “Used to what?”

He moved his arm back to her shoulders as she heard him give a light chuckle. “Appearing optimistic even when everything falls apart.”

You know I hate to be alone I want to be wrong

Her eyes started to water without warning, her cheeks beginning to rush red with alcohol and confusion and heartbreak. Saints, this was supposed to be easy. She had let people go all the time, regardless of what they felt. This wasn’t supposed to happen. People needed reasons to cry, and yet, her tears flowed without care.

She rubbed her eyes with her hands, wiping the tears from her cheeks as she felt her head fall into his shoulder. She smiled, trying to keep her eyes focused on the wall in front of her. Zoya could almost feel the blankets around them, her head on his chest as she clung to him, falling asleep to the beat of his heart as he spoke about the future for them that he fantasized, the one that was impossible from the start. She smirked. “Maybe you could gimme lessons.”

He planted a kiss on her temple; she let her eyelashes fall closed to the touch of his lips. “I would never do that to you,” he whispered, pulling her closer as if to protect her from whatever came their way, whatever had already hurt them.

Too late.

“I’m already broken,” she mused, burying her face in his neck as tears ran down her cheek, “what harm could it do?”

Sometimes when I can't sleep It's just a matter of time before I'm hearing things

Nikolai moved his other hand into her jaw, tilting her chin so their eyes met when she looked up at him. “My lovely Zoya, you were never broken,” he told her, keeping his voice low, “just battered and bruised.” He kissed her forehead. “But never broken. Although if you were, I’d love you just the same.”

But was he still allowed to love her now, anyway?

They couldn’t do this anymore. He was married. Saints, they were at his damn wedding. Why was she here? Why was he here? How did any of them end up here at all? It wasn’t allowed before. It was not allowed now. She pushed away from him, feeling an abrupt cold was over her, contrasting the warmth she had felt from the champagne.

Back to reality, they went. There was no use in imagining a future that was never going to take place. The rest was already too painful.

“Nikolai,” she mustered all the steel she had, “go back to the party.” She pushed away, wrapping her arms around herself and looking down at the carpet so he would no longer see her cry.

“Zoya–” he reached for her arm. She felt his finger brush her wrist, and it took too much control to not run into him.

“I said go!” She repeated with her teeth clenched.

“Zoya, please–”

“Go!” She yelled, squeezing her eyes shut as she heard his footsteps tread back towards the ballroom. Please, she begged her thoughts, don’t let me remember this tomorrow. She already felt her lungs being ripped out to remember her head in her hands as he left for the final time.

Swore I could feel you through the walls But that's impossible

His absence had already left a hole in her that she couldn’t fill; all she wished was that he didn’t feel the same.

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