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lalalovejay · 4 months

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|| NDA || ~ Lee Heeseung

♤Pairings: idol!heeseungXfem!fangirl!reader

♤Synopsis: Attending the New York show for Enhypen's first world tour, you find yourself in quite the predicament when a man approaches you and your best friend with a question that leaves you absolutely flabbergasted.

"Would you be willing to sign an NDA?"

♤Warnings: just straight up smut with a little plot, dom!heeseung, sub!reader, protected sex, cunnilingus(f!receiving), p in v, use of pet names (good girl, sir, princess, angel), use of derogatory names (slut, whore), blowjob(m!receiving), fingering(f!receiving), hair pulling, choking, I think that's it

♤Author's Note: This is 1000000% delusional and not based on any true stories. This is my first time writing smut on this platform, so please give me some feedback to help me do better next time! I would really appreciate it:) Also, this has been in my drafts for monthsssss so I finally finished it lol

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"Hey, you ready to go?" Lucy asks you as she pulls on her boots.

"Yeah, one sec." You say before applying lipgloss over your red stained lips.

Grabbing your bag and lightstick, you follow your best friend out of your hotel room. Lucy skips down the hallway as you laugh at her giddiness.

"I can't believe we're actually gonna see them live! I'm so fucking excited!" Lucy squeals as you both reach the elevators.

Pressing on the button, you look over at her with an excited smile on your face.

"I can not wait to see Jake in real life. I'm so down bad for that man." You sigh at just the thought of him.

Lucy giggles and agrees.

"I need Sunghoon to read my sign and send me a kiss. After that, I can die in peace." She jokes along with you.

The elevator doors ding open before you both step in. Pressing the button for the lobby, you both patiently wait for the elevator to reach the ground level before stepping out.

"What if during Polaroid Love they come up to our section?! Please! I need Heeseung to sing to me!" Lucy groans as she imagines the man staring deep into her eyes as he serenades her.

You giggle at your friend who begins to daydream of concert scenarios.

"If they do come up to our section, I hope I can get Jake's attention." You say as you look down at the Jake photocard that hangs on your concert bag.

"I mean, we're hot. We're bound to get someone's attention, right?" Lucy jokingly says as you two exit the hotel doors and walk to the subway station.

After taking the subways to the venue, you both get in line as the time for the show to start inches closer. You both were able to get your hands on some freebies and banners while you waited.

Going through security and finding your seats, you two excitedly take pictures and videos of the venue and other fans in the crowd as you all wait for the show to begin.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! We're actually here!" You squeal at Lucy, who matches your energy as she holds your hand.

"Please! I need one interaction, and I'll be the happiest girl alive!" She says as she stares at the stage a few feet away from where your section was.

You two were able to find fairly good seats with an amazing view of the stage on the right side of the venue. Only a few rows up and at the end of the row in the aisle. Praying that the boys would come up to your section when they performed Polaroid Love.

Soon, the intro music began to play as the lights dimmed. The VCR begins playing as everyone screams. Lightsticks waving in the air as the screen begins moving. The 7 members of Enhypen on stage ready to give a performance of a lifetime for their loving fans.

You and Lucy scream as your biases face pop up on the big screen. Their stares are very intense as they each get into position to perform their opening song.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! JAKE MOTHER FUCKING SIM!" You scream as he pops up on screen once again.

The concert goes on as planned. Each performance leaves everyone in awe. You and Lucy fangirling like no other. On this particular night, the fans had come up with a project for Heeseung as it was his birthday. While the members had their talking moment, the fans began singing Happy Birthday when the screen showed Heeseung. His smile was wide as he listened to the fans and members sing him a happy birthday.

In that moment, something switched in you. You always knew that Heeseung was a very attractive man. He was everything a girl wanted. Tall, handsome, funny, sweet, and good at everything.

"I think he just bias wrecked me with that smile." You tell Lucy as your eyes stayed glued onto Heeseung, who laughs slightly as he says his words.

Lucy laughs as she follows your line of sight to the man. His hair had been styled to show his forehead. He was absolutely glowing on his birthday.

"Don't tell Jake." You jokingly threaten Lucy as she shakes her head with a knowing smile on her face.

"Little Miss, I only want Jake Sim, is finally joining the dark side. Lee Heeseung will eventually have you wrapped around his finger. It's a canon event." Lucy says in a matter of fact tone as she goes back to ogling over Sunghoon, who began speaking.

For the rest of the night, your eyes tried to stay on Jake, but you found yourself searching for Heeseung every now and then. His stage presence was very overwhelming, and had you wishing you could see his beautiful face up close.

When Polaroid Love began playing, you and Lucy sang along, not really getting your hopes up of them coming to your section. The moment they ran off stage and began roaming the crowd, you and Lucy screamed in happiness.

Suddenly, the spotlight was shown in your section. You and Lucy look at each other with wide eyes.

"No.fucking.way." She says as you both look back at the group of boys making their way to your section.

You and Lucy scream, even louder, as they get closer. Jungwon leads the way as Jake, Niki and Heeseung follow behind. You and Lucy both stand next to each other as they walk by, Jungwon giving you both a kind smile and a high five. Jake smirks slightly as he sees the 'Jake' sticker on your lightstick. Lucy records the whole thing. Jake sends you a flying kiss before walking further up. Your eyes were too focused on the man to notice that Heeseung was standing directly in front of you after Niki passes by finishing Lucy's hand heart. Lucy pulls on your shoulder to get your attention, her own mouth agape as Heeseung stands in front of you both.

You swing back around and come face to face with a pair of dark eyes, a glint of playfulness swimming in them. You gasp as Heeseung smirks, bringing the mic to his lips as he begins singing to you. Your eyes widen as his eyes stare deeply into your own.

He sends a wink before following after the other boys who begin making their way back to the stage.

"OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?" Lucy screams as she shakes your shoulders.

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!" You scream back as you both fangirl over your interactions.

"I GOT IT ON CAMERA!" Lucy realizes as she looks down at her phone in her hand.

"Send it to me!" You say as you look back to the stage where they continued performing.

As the night goes on, you could have sworn that Heeseung had been glancing at your section for the rest of the concert. He interacted more with your side, and his eyes found your own a few times throughout the night.

"He wanna fuck." Lucy jokes as she catches Heeseung looking over again.

You chuckle as you enjoy the moment. Trying not to feel super flustered at the whole interaction you had with Heeseung knowing that he was just really good at fan service and you didn't want your delusions to get the best of you.

As the concert comes to an end and you all sadly have to say your goodbyes, the screen closes on the members as the lights turn on once again. You and Lucy stay seated as everyone around you picks up confetti and takes pictures or videos.

"I'm shook. Sunghoon sent me a kiss. I can die happily." Lucy dreamily says as she rewatches her concert videos.

"Let me see the Heeseung interaction again, I need to relive it." You ask Lucy as she scrolls through her camera roll to find the video.

Just as she was about to press play, you felt a tap on your left shoulder. You quickly look up to see who it was that had tapped you. A young Korean man stood before you both. The staff lanyard hanging around his neck.

"Yes?" You ask curiously.

You hoped you hadn't done anything wrong for the staff to come to you personally.

"Hi, I'm part of the staff traveling with the artists. I was asked by their manager to come get you both. He has a few questions and would like to talk." He tells you in a hushed voice so no one else could hear.

Lucy looks at you confused. You look back at her with the same expression.

"Uh, sure?" You say as you get up.

He leads you both towards the exit and into a door that says, 'Employees Only'. Lucy looks over at you nervously as you walk down a narrow hallway bustling with staff cleaning up. The man leads you to a door that says 'Management' and knocks twice.

"Come in!" A voice booms from inside.

He opens the door and steps to the side to allow you both to enter. You look over at Lucy uneasily but step in anyway. There were a lot of people around, so if anything happened, you would be able to scream for help. Lucy follows behind you hesitantly, and the man shuts the door once you both enter.

Two men sit on the couch and chair of the room as you both stand there awkwardly. You notice that the two men were Enhypen managers. Recognizing them instantly because of airport photos.

"Hello! I'm Sejin. Please, sit." The older man introduces himself and gestures to the two chairs across from them.

You look over at Lucy, who just shrugs and takes a seat. You follow her move and sit in the chair beside her.

"Are we in some sort of trouble?" Lucy asks as her eyes glance around the room nervously.

"Not at all! This discussion has to be private in order to protect our artists' image, so we asked to see you in private without the prying eyes and ears. My name is Woobin, by the way." Another manager tells you both.

"So what is this about?" You ask curiously.

Your eyes narrow in on the papers and pen sitting on the table in front of you all. The big letters, 'NDA', are boldly printed at the top. Your eyes widen slightly as you realize what's about to happen. You had only heard stories of this type of thing and never expected it to happen to you.

"Before we discuss any further. Would you be willing to sign an NDA? We can not disclose the topic of this conversation unless we have your full trust that you will not leak, speak, or even hint at having this conversation with us." Sejin asks the two of you.

You look over at Lucy, who looks back at you with wide eyes. Both of you realized exactly what they wanted to talk about.

"Before you make any decisions, may I ask your age and for your ID to confirm?" Woobin asks.

"I'm 21, and she's 20." You say as you and Lucy pull out your own IDs to show them.

Woobin looks it over before handing them to Sejin, who examines them as well. He nods his head before handing them back to you.

"So, will you sign? If you don't feel comfortable with it, it is understandable, and we'll have another staff member walk you two out safely." Sejin reassures you both of your safety.

"I'll sign." Lucy is the first to speak up.

You look at her in bewilderment.

"Lucy." You say her name to gain her attention.

"What? I want to know what they want to talk about. Besides, it's only an NDA. If you read the fine print, you should be fine before signing." Lucy says as she grabs the papers that lay on the table.

You sigh and grab them as well. Reading through the pages, eyes scanning over every printed word down to the page number that is printed on the bottom corner.

"Are you seriously gonna do this?" You ask Lucy.

"When will we ever get the chance to sign an NDA contract with an idol groups manager that we stan? Never. So, yes, I'm doing this." Lucy says as she gives the two men a small smile and picks up the pen to sign her name on the contract line.

You sigh as you contemplate for a little longer. You don't want Lucy to go through this alone. Worried about her safety you stupidly sign your name on the contract as well.

Handing the two contracts back to Woobin, he and Sejin sign their own names and place the contract into a small folder.

"Perfect. Now we can get to talking. The reason for this conversation is that 2 of our artists have asked to meet you both. If you agree, we will have a staff car pick you up from your accommodations and bring you to the artist hotel where you two will meet. Whatever happens between you both must be consensual, or it will be a breach of contract. It must be kept secret and hidden from others, or it will be a breach of contract. Do you both understand?" Sejin begins explaining.

"Yes." You and Lucy say.

"Good. If you would like to meet the 2 artists, you can give us a call at this number, and we will send a car to pick you up. This is all with your own consent, of course. If you decide not to, this conversation will stay between us, or it will be a breach of contract. We will not force you two to do anything you do not consent to. Our top priority is the safety of our artists and of you if you choose to meet with them." Sejin continues and hands you both a small card with only a phone number printed on it.

"Can I ask who the 2 artists are? And which of them asked for who?" Lucy asks them.

"Our artists Sunghoon and Heeseung. Sunghoon has asked for you, Miss Lucy. And Heeseung has asked for you, Miss (Y/N)." Woobin informs you both.

Lucy looks over at you in shock. Her bias had asked to meet with her. While you, on the other hand, had your bias wrecker of the night asking to meet with you.

"Oh 100% I am A okay to meet with Sunghoon." Lucy squeals as the information settles in.

You couldn't believe this was actually happening. Lee Heeseung had asked to meet with you. You. Of all the people he saw in that crowd tonight.

"Well, we have Miss Lucy's consent. How about you, Miss (Y/n)? If you still need time to think about it, we completely understand and will be a phone call away awaiting your answer." Sejin says.

"Okay." You whisper.

"I'm sorry?" Sejin asks, not hearing you properly.

"I said okay. I agree to meet with Heeseung." You tell him a little louder.

Your heartbeat drums in your ears as you continue to let the information sink in. Lucy squeals happily beside you as the two men give you both a reassuring smile.

"Great! You're more than welcome to return to your accommodations. The 2 should be back in their hotel rooms right about now. Since today is Heeseung's birthday, he will be doing a live before meeting with you. Will you both be okay with meeting the two around 12:30 am?" Sejin asks.

Lucy quickly nods her head.

"Yes! We'll be ready by then." She answers for you both.

Sejin smiles.

"Perfect. Just call the number when you're ready. Woobin will escort you ladies out. It was nice meeting you both." Sejin says and reaches his hand out for a handshake.

You take his hand and give it a firm shake in gratitude as Lucy does the same after you. Woobin gestures for you two to follow him out of the room and back into the once bustling hallway. The staff had cleaned up pretty much everything, and the hallway was now empty. He leads you towards the exit and allows security to walk you out the door.

Once you two make it outside, Lucy jumps up in excitement.

"Oh my god....that just happened." You finally realize the situation you were both in.

"I'm gonna get dicked down by my bias. This is fucking wild." Lucy laughs as she wraps an arm around your shoulders.

"I knew Heeseung wanted to fuck when he came up to you with that look in his eyes. He wanted you so bad, I'm telling you." Lucy says as you both walk back to the subway station.

Getting back to your hotel room, Lucy quickly rummages through her luggage for something presentable to wear for Sunghoon.

"Good thing we got waxed for this trip." Lucy jokes as she pulls out an over-sized button-up and a pair of biker shorts.

"I'm gonna rinse off the sweat from the concert. Feel free to look through my clothes if you don't have anything." Lucy winks at you before walking into the bathroom.

It was currently 11:56pm. Your weverse notifies you that a member of Enhypen was now live. Unlocking your phone, you click on the notification that brings you to the app and into the live. On the screen pops up Heeseung with his birthday cake. He's dressed in a black hoodie with the hood up. His dangly earrings sway every time he moves his head.

His bare face takes your breath away as you realize that you will be meeting with this man in less than an hour. You quickly rummage through your luggage for something to wear as the live continues playing in the background. Opting for something casual yet easily accessible, you pull out a pair of spandex and a hoodie. Opting for the only matching set you brought with you, the lacy white set begs for you to wear it and finally get some action. You weren't even sure what possessed you to bring a lingerie set in the first place, but you thanked the gods you did.

Lucy comes out from the bathroom dressed in her button-up and shorts. Her hair had been recurled slightly to give it a little more volume. You could tell she had retouched her makeup as well.

"Heeseung is live right now. I'm gonna rinse off as well and change." You tell Lucy as you walk into the bathroom with your clothes.

Lucy immediately snatches your phone and watches the live. Giggling as she realized the other members had entered and began celebrating with him.

After you get ready and make sure you have all your things, Lucy dials the number on the card. It was currently 12:23 am. The person on the other line asks for the hotel name and says that a car would be ready for them in 10 minutes.

Nerves settle into the pit of your stomach as the time inches closer and closer.

"Am I really about to have a one night stand with Lee Heeseung?" You ask Lucy who only laughs at your question.

"Yes. You're about to get a taste of South Korea." She winks at you before pulling you out the door and towards the elevator.

The entire ride to the hotel had your stomach in twists. Nerves eating at you as you enter the hotel Enhypen and their staff were currently staying in. You play with the hem of your hoodie as you both ride the elevator up to the floor the members are currently staying on.

"Sunghoon is in room 70G, and Heeseung is in 72G." The staff member informs you both as you reach the 7th floor of the hotel.

"Thank you." You say to the staff member as you exit the elevator.

Lucy holds your hand tightly as you walk down the quiet hallway towards the rooms. Your eyes scan the numbers on the doors, searching for the one that currently occupies the idol who had asked to meet you. You both reach 70G first. Meaning Lucy will be leaving you alone for the rest of the night.

"Have fun." Lucy winks at you before knocking on the door.

A moment later, the door is being pulled open by none other than Park Sunghoon himself. His eyes glance over at you for a second before going back to Lucy.

"Hi." He says quietly as he opens the door a little wider for Lucy to enter.

Lucy gives you a thumbs up before stepping in. Sunghoon bows his head slightly to you before shutting the door behind Lucy.

You mentally curse at yourself as you awkwardly walk to the room with 72G plastered on its door. Taking in a deep breath, you bring your hand up to knock on the door. You hear shuffling and the sound of someone walking over before the door is being pulled open. Heeseung stands before you with his hood still on the way you had seen it when you were watching his live earlier.

"Hi." You manage to squeak out as Heeseung's eyes look you up and down.

A different look in them now compared to the sweet eyes you had seen on his live. He smirks slightly.

"Hi." He says back to you before stepping aside and pulling the door open wider to allow you entry.

You nervously step forward and enter the hotel room. Heeseung closes the door behind you both and leads you further into the room. You see the partially eaten cake sitting on the desk and the fallen balloons on the second bed.

"Uh, I just ended the live not too long ago, so don't worry about the camera." Heeseung reassures you as he points at the camera that sits on the tripod in front of the cake.

You already knew that because your phone had been playing his live the entire time you were on the way over. He had ended the live before you reached his door.

"No worries!" You smile up at the man before you.

His height towering over your small frame as you awkwardly shift from leg to leg. Heeseung chuckles before taking your bag from your hand and setting it on the table behind him.

"So, what's your name?" He asks you as he sits down on the rolling chair and gestures for you to take a seat on the edge of the bed.

You follow his lead and sit down before stuffing your hands in your hoodie pockets out of nervousness. Heeseung was wearing a pair of gray sweats along with his black hoodie that looked so good on him. His face looked 10 times better bare. His smile sent arrows into your heart, whereas his smirks sent a chill down your spine.

"My name is (Y/n)." You tell him as your eyes dart around the room.

Heeseung finds you cute as you try not to make eye contact with him.

He chuckles before getting up from the chair and standing in front of you. Your eyes widen as you look up at him from your seated position. The tension filling the air quickly. His eyes hooded as he looked down at you with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

"You're very pretty." Heeseung compliments you.

He brings a hand up to cup the side of your face. Thumb pressed gently on your bottom lip.

"Is this okay?" He asks you.

You can't speak. Only nodding your head slightly.

"I need words, princess. Can I touch you?" He asks.

His voice two tones deeper than usual. The arousal clear in his eyes. You feel the butterflies swarming your stomach at the pet name.

"Yes." You say as you continue looking up at him with slightly wide eyes.

Heeseung smirks.

"Good girl." He says before pressing his thumb past your lips and onto your tongue.

You raise a hand up to wrap around his wrist gently. Closing your lips around his thumb, you suck on his finger. Heeseung chuckles at the sight of you.

"Are you gonna let me ruin you tonight, angel?" Heeseung pulls his thumb from your mouth to allow you to answer him.

"Yes, sir." You find yourself falling into submission for him rather quickly.

Heeseung's eyes darken at the name given to him.

"How do you like it, baby? I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable." Heeseung asks.

Reassuring you that he won't take advantage of you and will abide by your consent.

"I like it rough, sir. Wanna cry for you. Wanna make you feel good, sir." The confidence rising in you as Heeseung's eyes eat you up.

"Fuck." He groans before leaning down to crash his lips against your own.

Your hands find their way into his hair, gripping at the roots as one of his hands wraps around your throat gently, and the other slides up your hoodie to grip your waist. Pushing you down on the soft bed, lips smacking, teeth clashing, tongues colliding. The kiss is heated and messy as you both move further up along the bed to get into a more comfortable position.

Heeseung has his knees on either side of your hips, trapping you beneath him. His hand that grips your waist moves up slightly to touch the underside of your right boob. You sigh at the feeling of his some what rough hands on your skin.

"Take it off." Heeseung commands, gesturing to your hoodie.

You waste no time sitting up slightly to pull off your hoodie and toss it to the side. Your white lace bra cupping your tits perfectly on display for Heeseung to see. He moans slightly at the sight, his hands coming down to grope them.

"You look so pretty in white, angel. Is this all for me?" Heeseung asks.

You moan at his touch. Heeseung places kisses from your jaw down to your neck. Sucking harshly and leaving marks down your clavicle to your chest. One of his hands pulls down the lacy cup of the bra and frees your left breast. Nipples hard as your arousal kicks in. Your hands grip the sheets beneath you.

"Yes, sir. All for you." You moan out when he begins teasing your nipple.

Heeseung wraps his lips around the free breast, sucking and biting on your nipple while his other hand continues groping your other one. Giving both of your boobs plenty of attention. You feel the wetness pooling in your panties at the stimulation.

"So good, sir." You moan.

Praising Heeseung for the pleasure he's giving you.

Heeseung pulls away to slip off his own hoodie. Staring down at you with lust filled eyes. You admire his body. Lean and fit. His abs faintly showing and his v-line directing your eyes to his achingly hard cock straining against his sweatpants. Just the outline alone had you drooling. He was big. Long and thick.

Heeseung smirks down at you as he catches you shamelessly gawking over his naked torso.

You gulp slightly as you meet his dark eyes once again.

"You can touch me, angel." He chuckles.

Your hands move on their own accord as they roam down his chest. Feeling his hot skin beneath your palms. Every dip of his muscles. You were in absolute shock that you were touching one of your idols in this way.

Heeseung places a hand on your own, guiding you further down to where he wanted to feel you the most. Palming his hard on with your own soft hands, he groans at the contact.

"Was thinking about this the entire time I was performing. Saw you screaming so prettily for us. Wanted to hear you scream my name only." Heeseung tells you.

You gasp as he wraps your fingers around his clothed cock. Your thighs squeezing together underneath him.

"Wanna see you, sir. Wanna have my mouth full of you, please." You whine.

He smirks at your words.

"Anything you want, princess." Heeseung says before sliding off the bed to help you down on your knees.

You stare up at him through your lashes as you slide his sweatpants further down his hips and past his mid thigh. Dragging his briefs down with it. His aching cock springing up to gently slap at his lower stomach. The tip red and leaking with precum. His dick print did nothing in preparing you for his actual bare cock. It was a pretty pink with a few prominent veins from the base to the tip. He was long and fairly thick.

You lick your lips as you look up at Heeseung for permission to continue. He chuckles before pulling on your hair and holding it back for you.

"Go on, angel." Heeseung gives you the go.

You wrap a hand around his base, squeezing slightly to get a good feel of his weight. He hisses through his teeth when he finally feels your soft hands wrapped around him. His dark eyes never once leaving your dirty ministrations below him. You collect some saliva into your mouth before spitting on his cock. Using it as a lubricant to move your hand quicker up and down his dick. He groans as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock. Sucking lightly and licking his slit. Your other hand comes up to grope his balls. Toying with them as your lips move further down his hard length. The feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around him has Heeseung in a daze.

"Fuck. You're not an angel at all. You're just a filthy cock whore aren't you? Letting someone you don't even know fuck your mouth like this. I'm gonna fuck you so hard and ruin you for anyone else. Not even Jake would be able to please you like I will." Heeseung harshly says as he takes over and thrusts his cock down your throat.

You gag slightly at his sudden move. Not prepared yet to take him so far. Your eyes water as he pulls out of your mouth with his tip resting on your bottom lip. Heeseung smirks before slipping his cock back in your mouth, fucking your face for his own pleasure. You said you liked it rough so Heeseung was gonna give you just that.

You obediently sit on your knees and let him fuck your throat. Trying to relax your muscles as much as you could with him slipping further and further down. Your hands grip onto his flexed thighs, nails leaving an imprint on his fair skin as you try and breathe. The sounds of you gagging and Heeseung's groans fill the room entirely. You stare up at the man before you, looking god sent as he basks in the feeling of your mouth.

"Fuck me." He curses as he feels his orgasm approaching.

He looks down at your teary eyes, cheeks red and lips puffy. God, you looked so beautiful.

"Gonna cum for my cock whore. Are you gonna take it all, baby? Be my good girl?" Heeseung asks as his thrusts slow down slightly to grant you some mercy.

You nod your head, greedily sucking in as much air as you could before Heeseung decides to slip down your throat for much longer this time. Tears fall from your eyes at the sudden move. You couldn't breathe but you tried your best to get Heeseung to cum quickly.

He groans as he feels his orgasm washing over him. Releasing his cum down your throat.

"Fuck!" He moans out, throwing his head back at the feeling of his high.

He pulls out of your mouth, his cock still semi-hard as he watches you swallow his cum. A few drops dripping down your chin. Heeseung swipes his finger across your chin to pick up the rest of his cum that dripped past your lips. He slips his cum coated finger into your sore mouth, letting you suck the rest of it off. Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out to show him that you had swallowed it all like a good girl.

"What a dirty whore." Heeseung smirks before pulling you onto your feet and crashing his lips against your own.

You whimper against his tongue that intrudes your mouth. Tasting you and his own cum on your tongue. His hands snake around your body and greedily unclasps your bra. You gasp against his lips at the feeling of your bare chest meeting the cool air of the room.

"The most perfect pair of tits I've ever seen." Heeseung compliments.

Pushing your body gently onto the bed, your back against the soft sheets. Heeseung pulls your shorts down, leaving you in nothing but your lace panties.

"I wanna taste you, baby. Will you let me have a taste?" He asks you as he lays in between your open legs.

Kissing up your soft thighs closer and closer to your needy core. You moan at the feeling of his soft lips against your warm skin.

"Yes, sir. Want you so bad. Please. Please. Please." You give him consent to eat you out.

Heeseung wastes no time in diving in. The sweet smell of you intoxicating his senses. He kisses your wet slit through your lace panties. The embarrassingly wet patch soaking through the thin fabric. Bringing his fingers up to your clothed pussy, he slips the thin material to the side allowing him to see your pretty pussy up close. Blowing slightly on your sensitive core, teasing you to wrap your thighs around his shoulders.

"Don't tease, sir. Please. Been so good for you." You beg him.

"Wanna take my time with you, angel. I don't know if I'll ever be able to have this pussy ever again." Heeseung says before licking a stripe up your folds to your clit.

Sucking on the sensitive bud, you moan out loud at the pleasure that travels up your spine. Your needy pussy finally getting the attention it wanted. Your right hand finds solace in Heeseung's hair, gripping harshly making Heeseung moan against your cunt. Your left hand grips onto the pillow you're currently laying on. The sweet pleasure sending you into a state of euphoria. You've never been the biggest fan of someone eating your cunt but the way Heeseung absolutely makes out with your pussy like it's the only thing he lives for has you on cloud nine.

"FUCK!" You scream out when you feel Heeseung's two fingers enter your tight hole.

His fingers curling just right against your warm walls. Lips sucking and tongue licking your pussy like a man starved. Heeseung watches your every expression. The way your eyes roll back and clench shut every time he sucks on your clit. How your head is thrown back when his fingers reach deeper inside of you. He probably enjoyed this more than you were. His cock already achingly hard once again at just your noises alone. The way you moan out curse words and his name.

He wasn't sure how he was supposed to let you go after this. He was drunk on you and your body. The way it reacted to him had him praying he'd see you again after this.

You feel the knot in your stomach tighten as Heeseung sucks harshly on your clit.

"DON'T STOP! OH GOD I'M GONNA CUM!" You tell Heeseung.

His fingers pump in slightly quicker to get you to reach your high. Heeseung is messy as he laps at your cunt. It only takes him one last pump of his fingers to have you tipping over the edge.

"FUCK ME!" You moan out as your legs shake around his shoulders.

Locking him in as he licks you through your orgasm. Your cum dripping out and around his fingers, staining his chin and the sheets below you both.

You whimper as the overstimulation settles in. Unlocking your weak legs from around his shoulders and pushing his head away from your sensitive pussy.

"Too much, sir." You weakly tell him.

The aftershocks of your mind blowing orgasm leaving you hazy.

"Tastes so fucking sweet, baby girl. Could eat you for the rest of my life." Heeseung says, sucking on his cum soaked fingers.

You bite your lip at the sight of him. His eyes are hooded and dark, his face filled with pure pleasure.

"Fuck me please, sir. Wanna feel your big cock stretching my pussy. It's all yours, sir. All for you, Heeseung." You whine.

Sitting up from your position, lips attaching to his once again to taste yourself on his tongue. Heeseung slips out of his sweats and briefs. Pumping his hard cock and pushing you back down on the bed. His lips never leaving your own as he pushes your knees up to your chest.

"Gonna fuck this pretty pussy until you're cumming around my cock, princess. Wanna see you cry for me like you promised. Make me the happiest birthday boy, yeah?" Heeseung teases you.

"Yes, please. Wanna give you the best birthday gift, sir." You tell him.

Heeseung pulls out a condom from the nightstand beside the bed. Ripping the wrapper with his teeth, he rolls the condom onto his hard cock and aligns himself with your tight hole. You both gasp as the tip of his cock slips into your wet pussy. Not wanting to waste any more time teasing. Heeseung stares deeply into your eyes. Pushing your knees further down against your chest, he slips into you deeper. Moaning at the feeling of your tight and warm pussy wrapping around him, Heeseung slips a hand around your neck and lightly squeezes.

He bottoms out in your pussy, pushing all the way in in one swift movement. You whimper when you feel the tip of his cock push past your walls and kiss your cervix. He was definitely the biggest and thickest cock you've ever had. The slight pain quickly turning into pleasure.

"Please fuck me, sir. Want it rough. Wanna cum on your cock so bad." You say breathlessly as you stare into Heeseung's eyes.

"Fuck." Was all Heeseung could say before pulling out of your pussy and slamming back in to you roughly.

His hips move mercilessly as he thrusts into your soaking cunt at a pace that has you seeing stars. You weren't even sure where all this strength came from. He had just finished an almost 3 hour concert yet he was fucking into you like he had all the stamina in the world.

Heeseung's hand squeezes your neck tighter. His cock brushing against your womb with every thrust.

"So. Fucking. Tight." He groans out the words between each quick move of his hips.

The sound of skin on skin and your moans fill the hotel room. You completely forget that your best friend was also in the room next door probably also getting her back blown out by Sunghoon.

"Oh shit. Oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes!" You can't get a proper sentence out.

Heeseung was fucking you too good. It had been a while since you last got laid, but none of your past sexual partners could ever compare to Heeseung.

He truly was ruining you for anyone else.

"My dirty slut. Pussy so wet and welcoming for me. It's all mine. Say it. Say this pussy belongs to me." Heeseung let's his possessiveness run wild.

He knew you weren't his, but hearing you say it would push him closer to the edge. He needed to hear you say you were his.

"Fuck! It's all yours. This pussy is only yours." Your mind is hazy as the words spill out.

The tightening knot in your stomach about to break away. Tears fall from your glossy eyes as Heeseung tightens his hold around your throat.

"I can feel you clenching around me so tightly, princess. Are you gonna cum? Go ahead and cum all over me, baby. Wanna feel you cream my cock." Heeeseung says as he rests on his knees and pulls your hips higher to fuck into you at a different angle.

The change in position has the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot head-on. A loud moan rips from your throat at the new feeling.

"FUCK! I'm cumming." You let him know before you completely let go of the tight knot.

Your second orgasm washing over your body in waves. Thighs trembling by Heeseung's sides as both his hands move down to grip your waist tightly. He wasn't far behind you as he fucks you through your high and into overstimulation.

"Cum for me, sir. Please." Your eyes glossy, lips parted, and hair a beautiful mess against the white sheets.

Heeseung wishes he could take a picture of just how good you looked at this moment all fucked out on his cock.

"Shit." He moans out as he finally tips over the edge and cums into the condom.

His thighs clench tightly as he shoots his cum into the rubber. It flows out around the base of his cock and slides down the back of your thighs and to your ass. He couldn't believe he came so much that it leaked out from the condom. It's never happened with anyone else he's been with.

Letting your waist go, he leans down to connect your lips once again. This time, it was a little slower and more sensual. Not hungry or needy.

"Thank you." Heeseung says as he pulls away from you to stare at you.

You finally feel the shyness creeping back up on your face as you come out of your sex haze.

"For what?" You ask him after a few seconds of silence.

He smiles his dazzling smile down at you and pecks your lips.

"For giving me the best gift this year." He tells you.

You cover your face with your hands as the heat creeps onto your cheeks. Heeseung chuckles at your embarrassment and presses soft kisses to the backs of your hands and wrist. Gently prying your hands away so he could see you again.

He was still soft inside you, and you felt very sticky between your thighs, but you didn't mind because having Heeseung close to you like this was something you could only ever dream of.

"Let's get washed up, yeah? Then we'll figure out what to do next." He suggests.

You look up at him in slight shock. You expected him to just ask you to leave quietly after this, but his words insinuated he wanted to spend more time with you.

You agree to the washing up part, so Heeseung slips out of you and throws the used condom away. Heeseung asks you to join him in the shower, and so you do. He gently washes you and pampers you with soft kisses against your shoulders and neck. Making you cum for the third time that night on his fingers. Heeseung really couldn't get enough of you.

When you both finished and you were dressed in nothing but one of his large clean shirts, you two lay on the other bed in the room and get to know one another better.

You tell Heeseung about your job back at home, your family, your best friend that was currently still next door, and how you got into Enhypen.

Heeseung tells you stories of his life when he was a trainee, his time on I-Land, the other members, and even about his family.

You two were really getting close, and you hadn't even realized it was nearing 3 in the morning. Talking to Heeseung came easily. He wasn't judgemental and had a comforting aura that just made you feel welcome. You didn't feel like a fan and their idol.

Just you and Heeseung.

Two regular people.

"I don't think I can let you go after this." Heeseung tells you honestly as he looks over at you.

He had been playing with your fingers while you told him about a childhood story.

You feel your heart stop at that moment. Your eyes finding his own to see if he was just saying it to fuck with you or not. A nervous smile plays on his lips as he adverts his gaze to the ceiling. Butterflies swarm in your stomach as you fully observe the actual beauty that makes up Lee Heeseung.

"I think we'll get in trouble if we keep in touch." You tell him.

He sighs and nods his head.

"I know. But.....you can keep a secret, right?" A mischievous look dances in his eyes as he finally looks over at you.

You smirk up at him.

"I didn't sign an NDA for no reason." You joke.

#enhypen #enhypen smut #lee heeseung #heeseung #heeseung smut #lee heeseung x reader #lee heeseung smut #enha smut #heeseung x reader

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kotoku · 2 months

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Hello! Could I request Aventurine with a musician and singer reader? I'm just imagining them singing to him while he rests.

ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄɪᴀɴ & ꜱɪɴɢᴇʀ! ꜱ/ᴏ

pairings - aventurine x musician and singer! reader

content - a couple headcanons before the small oneshot at the end, pre-relationship to established relationship, mainly fluff but there is some angst i sprinkled in, aventurine having nightmares about his past/trauma, reader comforting him to sleep, gender-neutral reader, comfort fic (?) for aventurine lol

warnings - none, besides some slight angst

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

↻ Aventurine’s first encounter with you would be an event that is taking place in a casino that he frequents

↺ You know how bars have those karaoke nights where people can come up and sing? Something like that

↻ When he first saw you performing, he could recognize some of the songs that he overheard from his subordinates and coworkers

↺ They seemed to be fangirling over whoever the singer was, gushing about their appearance and music to each other before noticing Aventurine and skittering off to their work

↺ He didn’t question what they were listening to, returning back to whatever he was doing in the first place

↻ When you started singing on stage, he was enamored with your voice, the lighting of the casino complimenting your looks and making you appear ethereal

↺ Aventurine couldn’t focus on his gambles for the rest of the night and days to come, distracted by your performances

↻ He started going to the casino on days that you were performing, making sure to get a seat near you to be able to have a closer look

↻ Aventurine often times finds himself daydreaming, lost in the movements of your hands as they played to the tune of your voice

↺ He was lovestruck, but he would never admit that to anyone, maybe not even you…

↻ Unbeknownst to Aventurine, you had noticed his frequent appearances during your appearances and were delighted to have someone of his position enjoy your performances

↺ You’d catch his lingering gazes, the flustered look on his face when he caught himself staring for too long, his stuttered movements when he returned to whoever he was milking money from

↺ You decided to wait a little longer, wanting to see just how long it would take for Aventurine to make his move before you do

↻ Honestly, you would have never guessed that you’d bump into Aventurine after one of your performances, spotting him waiting near the back entrance to where you had some of your equipment stored (it seems you needn’t wait longer for your encounter with him)

↺ He was the first to approach you, clapping his hands and giving you a sly smile

↺ “What a performance. You always know how to put on a show.”

↻ From there on, he’d catch you after you had finished your act for the night, striking up a conversation that could last for hours

↺ You’d end up sitting by the bar with him, talking and laughing the night away as the two of you grew closer and learned more about each other

↺ It wasn’t long until Aventurine asked you out to dinner, a much more romantic setting compared to late-night bar trips

↻ Aventurine, despite his cunning attitude and sly looks, had a much softer and clingier side to him, you discovered further down the line

↻ When the two of you started sharing the same bed, cuddling and holding the other close, you learned of the frequent nightmares he often experienced

↺ He hated to admit it, in fact, he never wanted you to find out about the nightmares he faced each night

↺ Those unforgiving and relentless nightmares that opened wounds of the past, were never meant to be shown to you but alas, it was only a matter of time before you found out

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It was another night that Aventurine had grown accustomed to. Those unforgiving nights when his past had come back to haunt him in the form of nightmares, in which he woke up in a cold sweat and felt his heart beating out of his chest. Invisible hands seemed to tighten around his throat, the fading heat on that damned mark on his neck lingering for a second too long. It almost made him want to scream and cry, but he didn’t. He couldn’t.

Not when you were lying peacefully beside him.

The steady rise and fall of your chest, your incoherent mumbles, and your body heat reassured him that you were there and that you wouldn’t leave his side anytime soon. Yet the shackles of his past still persisted, dragging him into the depths of his own loneliness and despair.

Aventurine had quietly shuffled off the bed, sitting on the edge while feeling the cool night air filter through the window. He glanced over at a nearby clock and found it to be 1:24 AM, nowhere near daybreak. His shaky hands ran through his hair, eyes shut closed as he tried to stabilize his breathing.

To his dismay, he felt you move in your sleep, a groggy voice calling out to him from behind.

“…Aventurine..? Are you okay?”

Aventurine reluctantly looked over his shoulder, plastering that same smile he gave you when the two of you first met.

“Of course, I just needed to use the bathroom.” He lied, yet he knew that you would see through him as you always did. That was the most damning part about you, your ability to read people’s emotions despite any obstacles.

“…Aventurine, did you have another nightmare?” He heard you speak, your figure moving to sit beside him. He felt your hand gently touch his shoulder, moving to rub comforting circles on his shoulder blades. Aventurine relaxed at your touch.

“I—..sigh… Yes..I did.” Aventurine admitted, his gaze never meeting your own. “It’s the same damn nightmare, nothing special…”

When his body turned to face yours, you saw the dark circles that began to form from the countless nights he found himself having trouble falling asleep. Your face softened at his disheveled appearance, hands moving to cup his face which he leaned into.

“Oh Aven, you can always tell me when something is bothering you but I’ll never pressure you.” You hummed, fixing his loose strands of hair. “I’ll never leave you to face your troubles alone.”

Aventurine could feel his eyes start to water, but he blinked them away, turning his face to kiss the palm of your hand.

“Thank you, my love.”

“Of course.”

There was a brief silence between the both of you but it wasn’t an awkward one. You had moved to let Aventurine lay down, spooning him in your arms which held him close and played with his hair. Although he’d complain about being the little spoon, he would always sink further into your embrace despite his protests. This time, however, he didn’t say a word.

Aventurine could hear you start to hum a small song, one which he recognized as the song you first performed at the casino. It was a slow and comforting one. Its tunes melted away his previous stress and allowed him to grow lax in your arms.

Your humming combined with the faint sound of your beating heart slowly lulled him to sleep. His eyes started to grow heavy and his breathing had evened. The light strokes of his hair had him leaning towards your touch.

Aventurine could feel himself slipping into the realm of dreams, which would now be filled with scenarios of you.

At last, his eyes have closed and your humming never ceased, following him into his slumber.

“My thoughts will follow you into your dreams and soothe your worries. Rest well, my dear.”

⋘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ⋙

note - did you guys get the reference at the end? ( ❛ ͜ʖ ❛ )

#writing➠#honkai star rail #hsr #aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine x reader #fluff #musician & singer reader #comfort fic #aventurine having nightmares #lil bit of angst

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moonswolfie · 8 months

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Very interesting

Oikawa x gn!reader

I thought about an oikawa x reader with this dynamic:

so here we are, also you (the reader) hates him at first and have no knowledge of volleyball outside the basics

Today, you were dragged by your friends to a game of volleyball. They wanted to see some guy in your school they're currently obsessing over called Oikawa Tooru. They constantly rave on about how perfect and hot he is. You did become kind of curious as to what he's like, even if you didn't want to spend your afternoon at a volleyball game watching him.

As the players entered the court, you thought about excusing yourself to the bathroom and then just leaving. Sure, your friends are going to hound you for it later but you really didn't feel like sitting here right now.

Suddenly, all the girls sat around you started squealing and screaming Oikawa's name and you quickly looked down on the court to find a guy with fluffy brown hair and an attractive face smiling and waving back at the crowd.

Huh. So this is Oikawa. I mean, he is physically attractive, and you can see why your friends are crushing on him, but he just seems so vanilla. Just like every other "popular hot guy".

And needless to say, you dislike that kind of guy. They're always arrogant and let it get to their head when their only good quality is that they have a pretty face.

Now you really wanted to leave.

You got up, fully intending on leaving when you felt your arm being pulled on. "No, you're freaking not. Sit down." your friend pulled you back, and you sat down in your seat, crossing your arms and huffing.

Well, you can always distract yourself by daydreaming, you suppose. You tried your best to ignore the annoying screeches of all the fangirls around you but it was simply impossible. So you sighed, attempting to cure your boredom by watching the volleyball fly around.

Your eyes wandered from player to player, eventually landing on Oikawa. His face at that moment looked unlike anything you expected. It looked serious, intense, focused. A complete contrast to the flirty smile earlier.

His face suddenly felt real, now that he wasn't wearing a plastic smile.

Even though you don't know much about volleyball, you can feel the practiced precision in his movements. It's quite scary how he does so with such a calm, relaxed face.

It draws you in, and you hate that it does.

You don't know what kind of player he is, but he always moves to the middle after someone gets the ball up and he tosses it to someone. Somehow, you can tell he does the job well. Terrifyingly so.

It makes his carefree smile look oddly horrifying.

"Huh, maybe he is more than a pretty-" You shut that thought down before you could even finish it. You're getting too worked up over him. And yet you can't stop looking.

All of a sudden, his eyes meet yours.

You quickly averted your gaze. That must have just been your imagination, right? He has a game of volleyball to play, after all. He wouldn't look into the crowd of mostly fangirls during a time like this.

The whistle blows, indicating a time out, one of the things you can assume happens in a match of volleyball. Your eyes slowly travel back down to the court, only to find Oikawa still staring at you.

You jump a little, immediately looking away again. Just what is up with this enigma of a guy?! You heard a couple of fangirls and your friends scream beside you, wondering if Oikawa is looking at them.

You rolled your eyes, cringing at the behaviour of his fangirls. And yet, your eyes reluctantly moved back to him, and as soon as he noticed, he gave you a playful smirk, winking at you.

His fangirls freaked out, swearing up and down that he winked at them as you just kind of sat there, regretting looking at him again. You were about to shoot him an annoyed glare when one of his teammates hit the back of his head, yelling something you couldn't hear.

You huffed a laugh. That's what he gets for not paying attention.

You had quite a bit of trouble surviving the rest of the game, having to balance in between looking at the match and looking away to avoid making eye contact with him again.

After everyone around you suddenly began cheering the school name happily and the fangirls became obnoxiously loud, you knew your school won. You thanked the gods it was finally over and quickly got up, sliding through the crowd of fangirls to get the hell outta there.

You ignored your friends who were yelling your name, quickly getting off the stadium stands and making your way to the exit.

"Finally..." you thought as the exit of the stadium entered your vision.

You calmly walked to it without a care in the world, when you felt yourself being pushed lightly against the wall and hand making a *bang* noise as it hit the wall beside you.

The one pushing you to a wall is none other than Oikawa Tooru. You looked at him, eyebrows furrowing a bit.

He looked out of breath, panting heavily with slightly flushed cheeks. Did this guy seriously just run away from his coach and teammates to catch you before you could leave? His eyes had a wild gleam in them, one that made you feel like you were his pray. It was similar to the look he had in his eyes during the match. You shivered.

His face switched almost instantly into a flirty smile, and he breathlessly greeted you. The way he did that made you oddly unnerved. Is this how his opponents feel during a match, too?

He looked at you expectantly, confidently waiting for your reaction.

"What do you want?" you said, raising a brow. His eyes visibly widened for a second at your unbothered tone, and you smirked on the inside. "Oh, were you expecting me to freak out and ask to date you, perhaps?" you teased him in your head.

He quickly covered his surprise with another flirty smile. "Can I have your number, hmmm?" he said, leaning closer.

"And why should I give it to you?" you asked, turning your face away casually.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his cheeks flush red with embarrasment. "Oh come on, you know you want to." his tone sounded significantly less confident, even if he tried covering it up.

"Do I?" you said, smirking a little. You watched as his face flushed completely red. Seems he was completely embarrased by the fact his flirting attempts failed. He must not be used to his flirting failing.

God, you want to tease him right now.

"Well, um- I..." the rest of the sentence died off, and you were left just staring at each other awkwardly.

"If that's it, I'll be going now." you turned calmly and walked away, leaving a malfunctioning Oikawa all by himself. "Wait! Where are you going?!" you heard him yell behind you, clearly distressed.

In front of the door, you stopped walking, crossing your arms.

"Oh, and by the way, fake smiles don't suit you."

You pushed open the door, not looking behind you at all. As soon as you knew you were out of sight, you laughed to yourself.

How interesting. Very very interesting.

This turned out way more mean than I expected lol

Somehow I don't feel too proud of this one... I kinda hate writing mean readers like this but come on the DRAMAAAA 😫

#˗ˏˋ ★ ☁︎ 「Wolfie’s works」 ☾ ★ ˎˊ˗#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyū!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu!!#hq oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa tōru #oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x you #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa imagine #gender neutral reader #gn reader

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milaisreading · 7 months

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Crossdresser!Y/N having a bunch of fangirls flocking them when there out in shibuya post U-20 match, and the other bluelock players getting jealous

🌱🩷: thanks for the request! Here u go, I hope u like it🫶🏻

Warnings: Reader is she/her, just crossdressing as a guy. The boys address her as he/him tho. Requests for this series are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

"Can you two stop daydreaming and concentrate?" (Y/n) and Isagi looked at each other, then watched as Ego scolded Bachira and Otoya for not listening to him.

"They can be funny at times." (Y/n) noted with a soft smile as Isagi agreed, laughing a little as they went to warm up. The stadium was already filling up with people, which made the Blue Lock team more nervous, even the ones who were usually more confident or laid back.

'I hope my parents aren't here...' (Y/n) thought as she stretched. Isagi looked over at his training buddy, a little bit concerned for the way she was acting.

"Everything alright?"

"Oh? Yeah, I am fine. Just pre-game jitters." (Y/n) said simply as Isagi raised an eyebrow.

"You sure? I have seen how you act during the 2nd and 3rd selection, even during the game against the World 5. You were a lot calmer than you are now."

'Busted!' (Y/n) flinched.

"Well... I am just hoping my parents won't be here... or my brothers."

Isagi tensed up a little, having heard about the strikers family weeks ago. They left a sour taste in his mouth, the way they forced his friend to be someone she wasn't.

"Don't worry." (Y/n) looked up at Isagi he held his hand in front of her.

"They won't come near you. You have the team and me to protect you." The girl smiled at the ace, not regretting letting him in on her secrets... even the one about her crossdressing.

'Isagi.' She was about to grab the boy's hand, when another's hand grabbed hers and quickly pulled her up.

"Gagamru?! You scared me!" (Y/n) shrieked at the goalkeeper, who nervously smiled at her.

"Sorry, but we need to get in line." The goalkeeper said, ignoring the glares he was getting from Isagi.

'Serves you right for hogging all of (Y/n's attention. He should be focusing on me- I mean, the game!' Gagamaru thought as he let go of her hand.

"Let's go you all. Ego will be on our asses if we don't hurry up." Otoya said lazily as he grabbed one of (Y/n)'s shoulders.

"Oh? Yeah, you guys might be right-"

The striker spoke, and then got interrupted by a bunch of screams from the benches.

"What even?!" Isagi yelled in surprise as the four saw a group of girls waving at them.

"Does anyone know them?" Gagamaru wondered.

"No... maybe those are your fangirls, Otoya-" but Isagi's suspicions proved to be wrong as the girls finally yelled out (Y/n)'s name.

"Ahhh! (Y/N)-SAN LOOKED AT ME!"

"GOOD LUCK, (Y/N)-KUN! I BELIEVE IN YOU!"

"THE BLUE LOCK UNIFORM LOOKS GREAT ON YOU!"

"CAN I PLEASE BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!"

The (h/c) haired girl was left in utter shock and embarrassment as he heard the girls, trying to laugh it off nervously. But Otoya and Isagi, who were agitated by the words took each of the striker's arms and started pulling him away from the girls, Gagamaru was left behind to send them a distasteful look.

'What a group of weirdos... (Y/n) deserves better.' The goalkeeper thought.

'No way will I let a bunch of nobodies get to him...' Otoya's glare deepened.

'I will protect you, (Y/n).' Isagi thought, deciding to make some small talk as they approached Niko, Chigiri, and Karasu, who heard the commotion and were all equally annoyed.

"Oi, donkey." Barou approached the group, scowling at the (h/c) haired striker.

"What?"

"Focus on the game. Not the girls." Barou said, sounding a little jealous as he got out of Otoya and Isagi's grips.

"You act like I asked for the attention." The girl rolled her eyes.

"Stop being mean to (Y/n)-kun, Barou. It's really unwarranted." Bachira said with an agitated smile.

"Yeah, tyrant king. Come on, (Y/n)-kun, I should tie your hair before the game starts." Chigiri said excitedly, pulling the girl to the benches.

"Slow down, Chigiri." The girl warned as Niko trailed after them.

"Can I brush your hair?" The youngest asked timidly as Otoya and Bachira ran after the trio. This left both Isagi and Barou staring down at each other.

"What are you trying to do, donkey? (Y/n) has been my partner since day one, why are you so fixated on having her for yourself?" Barou whispered the last part, fully aware that Isagi was the only other player who knew (Y/n)'s secret.

"You might have been her partner during the 1st selection... but don't forget who she picked in the 2nd and 3rd. She picked me, and I would pick her as my partner any day. Besides, king, she trusts me with way more secrets than you." Isagi said smugly as Barou grew more and more agitated.

'Just what does he mean by that?!'

After the game ended with Blue lock's clear win, the team was given a few weeks off and they decided to spend one day together in Shibuya... well, nearly all of them. Hiori, Kurona, Nanase, and Niko sadly couldn't join them. And Rin flat out refused after everything went down. After the attention he should have gotten from his brother went towards Isagi and (Y/n), the captain couldn't stand being around them for a while. But, the duo paid him no mind, too lost in their own world.

The day itself started off calmly, as they all went to a nearby arcade, and everyone was lost in some form of game. (Y/n) was playing a dance game with Yukimiya, Karasu and Otoya as a group of girls approached them... well, they were more there for the (h/c) haired striker.

"E-excuse me." (Y/n) tensed up as someone pulled on her hoodie and she turned to look at one of the girls.

"Yes?"

"Can... can we take a few pictures with you, (L/n)-kun? We are huge fans!" The blonde girl and her friends nodded their heads. Shyly, the striker nodded her head, still a little uncomfortable with all the attention.

'Wonder how this will end once it comes out I am girl.' She thought as each girl took a picture with her.

Meanwhile, Karasu, Otoya and Yukimiya stared at them in jealousy. Nobody should have the striker's attention now, except for them that is. Karasu pouted as one of the girls touched the other's hair, complimenting as to how soft it was.

'Stop touching him!'

Otoya's eye twitched as another girl asked (Y/n) what her ideal type was.

'Definitely not you.'

Yukimiya fixed his glasses as another girl how the two of them would make a beautiful couple.

'Absolutely not.'

The trio looked at each other and nodded their head. They made their way to the group, then Karasu and Otoya stood on either side of the flustered striker as Yukimiya decided to stand protectively in front of him.

"I am so sorry, but we need to go now." The model said as politely as possible as Karasu and Otoya started dragging her away while a satisfied Yukimiya followed after them.

"That... that was quite something..." (Y/n) laughed nervously as the trio softly smiled at his laugh.

"Yeah, it was~" The trio said.

The 2nd incident during the day happened at

a local karaoke bar in Shibuya. It was a pure coincidence that Chigiri opened one of the rooms of the karaoke bar, only to find the U-20 team inside. So now Chigiri, Bachira and Isagi were having either some sort of arguments with them or trying to calm everyone down... well, more like Isagi and Miroku were.

"Aiyah... what a day..." (Y/n) muttered as she watched everything unfold from the outside, when a door from behind her slammed open, revealing to her surprise two enraged women yelling at someone inside.

'What the hell?!' She thought, shaking a little as the women kept on yelling, not noticing her and the others staring at them in disbelief. They didn't look older than 20 by (Y/n)'s observation, then she turned to look around the hallway. And to her horror, everyone was looking at them.

"P-please, calm down." (Y/n) started speaking softly, causing the two women to stop and look at her on confusion.

"I... I am sure whoever is inside did mess up, but they aren't worth your yelling or anger." The girl said nervously, hoping she didn't offend them.

"Huh?" The shorter haired girl stopped for a moment, observing the striker's face. The long haired one widened her eyes for a moment and walked up to (Y/n).

"You are that striker from Blue Lock? (L/n)-kun?"

"Uhm? Ye-yes, ma'am." She said nervously and bowed. The two women squealed at that and were now on each side of her.

"The goal was amazing! The way you knew your way around the U-20 team was very interrupted to watch."

"Why didn't you give an interview? We would have loved listening to you!"

"A-ah... there was nothing much for me to say... besides, Isagi was the one who brought us victory." (Y/n)'s face flushed from how close the two women were and she backed away a little.

"So humble~" The sighed dreamily.

"How are you still single?"

"Well-" (Y/n)'s words got interrupted as Bachira wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling the girl closer to him as Chigiri and Isagi tried to play it nicely while shielding her from the two girls.

"Please don't make (Y/n) nervous... he is very shy around girls." Chigiri smiled as kindly as possible, but inside he was fuming.

'Back off.'

Bachira kept quiet, but intensely stared at the two older girls as his grip around (Y/n) tightened.

'My monster won't allow any of you to take him from me.'

Isagi was the only one somewhat calm, as he knew that (Y/n) wasn't looking for anyone yet. But the starstruck gazes she was receiving from the two were quite annoying.

'She is my training partner...'

The 3rd incident that day happened at a nearby bowling alley, where the Blue Lock team and U-20 team agreed to have a final friendly match for the day. Although (Y/n) wasn't much found of the sport, she agreed anyways as the boy's were excited for another friendly match. During the preparations, Aryu, Tokimitsu and her walked into Barou, who was bowling by himself as a group of girls was watching him.

"Barou? What are you doing here? I didn't know you were a bowling freak." (Y/n) asked in amusement as Tokimitsu panicked a little from the irritated stare Barou was sending the trio.

"Shut your mouth! I just like playing it from time to time."

"Now now, Barou. Yelling at someone as glam as (Y/n)-kun isn't really nice." Aryu sent him a warning glare.

"Yeah... it's really unwarranted." Tokimitsu added in, and to (Y/n)'s surprise he didn't stutter.

"It's ok, you two. I don't mind."

"How I speak with my training partner is none of your concern, Aryu." Barou said calmly as Aryu glared at him more.

"P-please calm down. We shouldn't fight in front of him." Tokimitsu warned them and the two looked at him for a moment.

"You are right..." Aryu sighed and flipped his hair.

"I can't lose my cool in front of (Y/n)-kun. He looks up to me-"

"He does not." Barou rolled his eyes. Tokimitsu sighed and looked back at (Y/n), only for his face to fall as he saw the girl's surrounding her. They were either asking him quite personal questions or just asking for a picture. Aryu and Barou's looks also fell a little as they saw the scene. Neither of the 3 liked this. After all, (Y/n) was their teammate. The trio looked at each other and nodded their heads, deciding to save the obviously uncomfortable striker from that mess.

"That was an eventful day." (Y/n) yawned as her, Nagi and Reo were on the train back home. The two looked at each other and nodded their heads.

"It was quite fun, but I think you should sleep for a bit. We still have a long way till we get home." Reo suggested as (Y/n) slowly nodded her head. Nagi used the opportunity and pulled his friend closer to himself. The duo watched as the striker slowly fell asleep.

"Reo... do you think we are losing him to Isagi?" Nagi mused as Reo frowned at that. Although he didn't like what Nagi said, he couldn't deny the close bond (Y/n) now shared with Isagi.

"I think so... but, we need to bring an end to this." Reo concluded as Nagi slowly nodded his head.

"We didn't spend all this time stealing those love letter aimed at him, and shooing fangirls away, just for us to lose him." Reo said, looking down at the sleeping striker.

"We need to make him remember who his actual partners are." Nagi grumbled, his hold on (Y/n) tightening.

"We need to see how close he is with Isagi... I need to know why it looks like Isagi knows more about (Y/n) than we do. Then, we can start destroying whatever bond they share." Reo concluded as Nagi slowly nodded his head.

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #isagi yoichi #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock requests #reo mikage #chigiri hyoma #nagi seishiro #bachira meguru #gin gagamaru #otoya eita #karasu tabito #yukimiya kenyu #aryu jyubei #tokimitsu aoshi #barou shouei #crossdressing

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Callum Turner x Reader - The match-maker (Pt. 2)

AN: Second part to a fic I published yesterday in which Callum Turner and Reader meet through Austin Butler, a friend they have in common. Requested.

If you have any requests, feel free to send them to me xx

TW: none. Kinda fluffy, no smut.

If you're interested in pt. 3, lmk. Ok, byeee

Arriving in New York was a surreal experience for Y/N and she was glad to be met by Austin and Kaia. The two of them looked like lovebirds and it would have made Y/N sick with sentimentality if it had been anyone else than them. She was longing for a healthy and stable relationship and was only glad her best friend had found the one.

Y/N knew she had one shot of making things right and that she was not allowed any mistake during the Gala. Not only for her career but also for her friend’s reputation if she failed him. Austin knew that Y/N was capable of great things and only had to trust herself. If anything, the Gala was her baptism by fire and a great way to give his friend the confidence she had lost in herself.

Plus, he knew that she was about to meet Callum and was beyond thrilled to see them together. He was certain it would be a match.

“Alright, I need to prepare myself for the big day tomorrow”, Y/N declared after having spent most of the day in the city with Austin and Kaia. Together, they had been to the Guggenheim, Central Park and the Brooklyn Museum. It had been an exhausting but satisfying day and Y/N was now more ready than ever to craft her portfolio.

She woke up the next day wishing she could have slept longer but since it was Met Gala day, lots of things were to be done before the evening would arrive. Thank God, Austin had thought everything through to make her the most comfortable possible and had secured a spot for her in the first rows of the red carpet. She could then afford to arrive later at the Metropolitan Museum.

She fixed her many cameras, making sure she had battery and film rolls tidied up nice and clean in her bag when Austin texted her.

Her phone showed her what the guy she had saved as Orange County Boy in her contacts had to say:

7:21 am - “Ready 4 tonite?”

Him too had woken up early to get ready.

7:21 am - “Readier than everrrr. What about you two?”

7:24 am - “You bet we r! Kaia and I r having a party afterwards. You should come”

By sending that, Austin prayed everything he could pray on that she would accept as Callum had already let him know that he would join in.

7:32 am - “Yeah, sounds good. If I’m not dead with exhaustion or fangirling by then”

7:34 am - “Haha, even half-dead, you better get there!”

Once she had everything she needed sorted out, Y/N exited her Airbnb on the 11th Street to get some breakfast. In a few hours time, she was going to see all the celebrities she had dreamt of seeing. There would be Anna Wintour of course but she was mostly daydreaming of taking pictures of Jessica Chastain, Blake Lively and Alicia Keys. The fact that she would be first row was a golden opportunity.

By 2 pm, Y/N headed to the Metropolitan Museum and found her spot. She was escorted by people who were talking and acting as though she was the new Annie Leibovitz. Was it her Givenchy dress that she had borrowed from Kaia or her self-assured walk that gave the impression that she was famous? She could not have said but it sure felt good.

And then, in what seemed like the blink of an eye (though that was a couple hours in fact), the first people grazed the carpet. People from Vogue at first, and then a handful of random models before the A-list made their way.

Y/N noticed Vanessa Hudgens that she had known very well a few years back but had grown distant since. Vanessa reached out for her and greeted her amicably as she recognised her in the cloud of photographers which made a huge impression amongst Y/N’s peers.

When Austin and Kaia entered the scene, Y/N was beyond excited and could not stop taking pictures of them. The night followed that way and soon enough, all of her cameras were full. The batteries could not take any more picture which coincided with the end of the night.

The photographers were asked to leave and Y/N thought of getting a drink somewhere with some other photographers she had met while waiting for Austin and Kaia’s party to begin.

“Girl, you were on fire tonight!”, a 30-ish year-old woman told her as the photographers started debriefing about the evening and voting for the best-dressed celebrity.

“Yeah, who are you even working for?”, another guy around 25 asked.

“Uh, well, no one in fact. I’m trying to make my way up”

“And you got into the Met Gala? Damn, that’s impressive”

Y/N had made her promise to herself never to mention her friendship with Austin as a safety net towards her friend and because she did not wish to be known as the “friend of”. So she decided not to reply.

It was fun to be surrounded by peers who had so many anecdotes to tell about working in the industry. Y/N surprised herself laughing along with them and she made up her mind that Blake Lively was the best-dressed when she noticed it was 11:18 pm which meant the party had started about 20 minutes ago at Loeb Boathouse, a restaurant in Central Park that Austin and Kaia had privatised.

Y/N called it quits on the photographers and walked her way to the restaurant. She instantly regretted choosing the Givenchy dress Kaia suggested for her. Straight from the Spring collection of 2018, it was a long black dress with a wide collar and a bow in the back. It was absolutely magnificent but not the most practical thing to be wearing, especially at night and in a gigantic park.

She arrived by 11:30 at the party, much to Austin’s relief that was wearing a tuxedo and a large grin on his face, far too happy to be hosting both a party and a surprise for his best friend. She greeted him and his girl for the second time of the evening and was shown to a table where food had just been served.

Coming back from the bar, Callum was trying to find an available seat when Austin reached out for him and indicated where he could sit. Right next to Y/N. He noticed a beautiful woman he thought he had seen somewhere before. He had to know more about her.

She was looking like a Celtic goddess, he thought with her hair descending and shimmering as the light crashed on it. With her classy black dress, he could only presume she was a celebrity too and he then tried to force his memory to remember a name, to no avail. The woman seated next to her was so splendid in fact that, though he was craving to talk to her, he felt himself blushing like a schoolboy. Being an actor and not knowing your pick-up line, you could not make it up!

Y/N made space for the man sitting next to her, recognising him in the blink of an eye to be Austin’s friend and colleague he had talked so much about. Though she never truly listened to Austin’s attempts to set the two up together, she was much obliged to admit that he might have been right to even try match-making.

Callum Turner was indeed a very elegant man besides being good-looking. His aquamarine eyes had something of a malicious air which made her imagine him to be a kind soul and considering he had become a good friend to Austin, he must have been this kind-hearted being. She felt immediately some comfort in his company, which she had not felt in ages while surrounded by men.

She did not feel intimidated by his 6’1 stature nor his assured walk as they were balanced by a gentle and wide smile on his face. She dared starting a conversation as she could catch a glimpse of him eyeing her.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. You must be Callum, right?”

“Hi, that’s right! So nice to meet you. You were in a film, weren’t you?”

Y/N chuckled at the idea of being an actress and even more so of giving the impression of being one. “Oh no, I would be a terrible actress. I’m a photographer and also a childhood friend to Austin”

Callum laughed along at the confusion “Gosh, I’m sorry. It’s just the dress and you look, well, drop dead gorgeous” And the blush appeared back on his cheeks and was soon followed by the same tint on Y/N’s. After having said that, he realised who she was and why she was so familiar. Austin had talked about her earlier and had even shown some pictures of them at prom and other moments of their early adulthood.

She was even more of a beauty than what the photographs made it to be, he thought.

“You’re not bad-looking yourself”, Y/N commented after a few seconds.

From afar, Austin looked at the two introducing themselves, knowing the deal was closed.

“So, tell me, what drove you to photography?”, Callum inquired while not being able to take his eyes off Y/N.

“I guess I’ve always wanted to show another version of nature and people than what could be seen in magazines. Having someone pose for you or waiting for a certain light to come up in a forest does not interest me. I want to capture what makes a person different from another or why a certain setting is going to move you or not. Well, tonight was a little different than usual but it was fun somehow”

“You took pictures tonight? What photographs did you -”, Callum stopped mid-sentence, connecting the dots between the after-party he was a part of and Y/N’s activity and had to ask as Y/N seemed to nod at him “No way! You were on the red carpet?”

Y/N nodded once more, still not down from the experience she had gone through that evening.

“Wow, that’s amazing! Congrats on that! How was the whole thing?”

“Exhausting”, Y/N admitted, which Callum could only relate to. Himself was not the biggest fan of red carpets, nor after-parties. But at this instant, he did not regret attending Austin and Kaia’s get-together and laughed along with her. How long had it been since he had not laughed and had genuine fun with a woman?

“But I guess you’ve got plenty of things to say about red carpets for yourself”, Y/N hinted. She loved his London accent which was music to her ears and her laugh was the purest thing she had heard in a while.

“Tell me about it! I’m a real mess when it comes to those. There was this one time I nearly tripped on Judi Dench at the Bafta ceremony. I was running late which is something I’m really good at. So I’m running for my life to get on that carpet, right. Well, I saw the cameras and all but I did not see Dame Judi Dench and I just lowkey rushed into her as she was getting in the theatre”

“Stop, you mean you had a pile-up with M from the James Bond films? How did she even react?”

“She was the nicest about it. Mind you, I was 24. It was one of my very first award shows. I think she just noticed just how silly I had been to even try running on a carpet. I was unable to stop apologising to her but she was an angel”

After having discussed for over 30 minutes, interrupted here and there by the dishes served, the guests were taken to another room without tables and with enough space to dance the night away.

A playlist made of Taylor Swift, Marina and KC and the Sunshine band started blasting in the room, soon enough filling it with dancing actors and singers. Callum suggested Y/N and he could enjoy the tunes too. He took her hand and the two of them got to dancing.

With the light emanating from the stroboscopes, Y/N was a shooting star. Her black dress twirled so nicely as she moved her body to the rhythm given. Callum could not stop looking at her while dancing along.

Callum had this look of having done that all his life. He moved so lightly on the floor, with a composed pace and glistening eyes.

“You look amazing when you dance”, Y/N whispered in Callum’s ear as the song ended, morphing into a new song.

“And you look amazing overall”, Callum replied. “You’re so beautiful I think I could kiss you right now”

Of course, it was mostly the alcohol speaking as Callum said that and he instantly regretted having said that outloud. As he was wishing she had not heard what he had just said, he felt a warmth on his lips. The warmth was a soft kiss placed with all the tenderness in the world.

After the shared kiss, the two of them went back to their dancing but this time, they got closer. Y/N’s sensual moves rushed Callum to grasp her waist and joining in, echoing her moves with his hands on her wiggling body. With the soft fabric of her dress under his hands, Callum felt like kissing her once more and in her ears said “I really want to kiss you right now, would that be okay?”

“Callum, we’ve just made out in front of everyone. Of course, I’m okay with that”

More kisses added up to the list and the song ended once more. “Let’s go somewhere more quiet”, Y/N suggested and the two of them got back to the first room where they had met.

In that room, Callum was all hands on Y/N, not being able to resist the tension anymore. “Would you like to see the pictures I took back to my place?”, Y/N questioned, feeling like the end of the night could well go somewhere unplanned but nice.

#callum turner x reader #callum turner #fluff #fanfic #austin butler as side character #met gala 2022 #parallel universe #fiction

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Until We Reunite..

A Kamisato Ayato Fanfiction

Warnings: modern au, mentions of character death and violence, angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, reincarnation themes. Ayato x fem!reader (reader is named Sakura)

This one’s gonna be pretty long!

“A..Ayato…” you whispered softly, voice broken with pain as you reached out your bloodied hand towards your husband, tears streaming down your cheeks. “S..Sakura..forgive me..I couldn’t..protect..” he cried softly, barely managing to crawl towards you, holding your hand. Both of your bodies were filled with slashes and wounds, blood spilling uncontrollably ruining the expensive silk clothes that once shone brightly, adorning you both. You both knew this was the end, that you both were going to die. At least by the grace of God, you would die together. You weakly reached out your other hand to him, cupping his cheek. “Don’t..blame yourself my love..this is not your fault..nor is this the end of our love.” His pain filled amethyst eyes stared at you, somehow trying to pull you closer despite how badly wounded he was. “Will we meet each other again, perhaps in a better time?” He whispered weakly, not wishing to part with you. How cruel fate was, snatching away his happiness from him just when he had found it. You mustered up a small smile, nodding as you felt your energy being drained away, your heartbeats fading into nothingness. “I promise..we will find each other again in another life. I am forever bound to you, Kamisato Ayato..” Taking deep ragged breaths, he managed to place a last kiss on your forehead, holding you close as his own life force started giving away. “Until we reunite my love..” And just like that, you both breathed your last, buried in a bloodied embrace and an unfulfilled promise..

500 years later

There he stood, as elegantly as ever, his messy blue hair, classy outfit and AirPods in his ears. His bag hung loosely down his right shoulder as he stood leaning against the wall, engrossed in his phone completely unaware of the number of girls fangirling over him, their eyes dreamy and filled with daydreams of this immaculate man, or so they thought. After all, Kamisato Ayato was the smartest boy in college. You too, were no different except the fact that you were way more subtle and decent than the other girls present around. You had been crushing over Ayato for around 2 years now, but of course you could never confess. He was the epitome of perfection, class and elegance, and he was no doubt very rich. Yet his demeanour was that of a gentleman, he was eloquent and an excellent student. It wasn’t like you were just some random student, on the contrary you were beautiful yourself, but you were very different. Unlike everyone else, you preferred a simplistic lifestyle, without any makeup or heavy accessories. You were always clad in simple yet classy clothes, and never attended college parties or fests. Being around crowds was just not your cup of tea, you would much rather spend that time in the library, reading about ancient civilisations and historic records. You were a history major after all, while he was a business management student.

In your eyes, you both were worlds apart. You weren’t as rich as him, not were you as popular as him. You both were…acquaintances at best, having collaborated twice when he, to your utter surprise, had requested your help in his project. He wished to show in his detailed project the future prospects of creating devices that can decipher ancient texts and inscriptions. His particular interest was in the ancient civilisation of Narukami, which had fallen to a Great War. He needed someone who could provide him with honest feedback on his idea, and after doing his own research, he decided that you were the most capable person for the job. You were a top student in your major, and had done multiple research papers on inazuman history. You still remember the way your infatuation had just grown during the time you were helping him, but alas, all good things must come to an end, and so did your collaboration. Ever since then, you both never had the chance to interact, except sharing courteous smiles when bumping into each other in the corridors.

Sighing softly, you shook yourself out of your thoughts. “He can’t be yours Sakura!” You kept reminding yourself, making your way to the library. It was way better to distract yourself in reading than get distracted by the handsome features of Ayato. Walking through the isles of your large campus library, your eyes searched for a book you had been waiting for, ‘The Tales Of Narukami’, which had become a best seller recently. Your eyes lit up as you found the book, but then you mentally groaned seeing the book kept so high up in the rack. “Oh for god’s sake..” you mumbled, standing on your tip toes to try and reach the book, but to your dismay, you could not reach it. As you were about to give up, you saw an elegant hand easily grab the book, adorned with a gold and platinum ring, and a limited edition Rolex.

“Here you go.”

Oh gosh you knew this voice all too well. The same deep voice that gave you butterflies in your stomach, the same voice that made your heart skip a beat and the same voice you yearned to hear every single day. You turned around to face him, gasping softly at the close proximity between you two as you timidly reached out to take the book, trying not to blush right in front of him. What you didn’t notice was the way Ayato’s amethyst eyes flickered with amusement and adoration. Ah if only you knew how adorable you looked with your pink cheeks. “Thank you so much Ayato.” You mustered the courage to look into his gorgeous lavender eyes that shown ever so brightly. Gosh he was so perfect, so tall and handsome, leaning over you effortlessly. “Don’t mention it Sakura.” He gave you his charming smile, stepping back leaving space between you both. You immediately felt this sense of disappointment as his warmth and scent left you, but you were careful not to let it show.

You smiled softly, heading to an empty table in a corner of the library and to your utter confusion, Ayato followed you, sitting right in front. “I do hope you don’t mind me taking some of your time? There are a few things I wish to discuss with you.” He spoke, his voice soft and eyes tender as he gazed at you. “Oh of course not, please tell me what it is that you wish to discuss.” You watched as he placed his hands on the table, adjusting his posture. “Well then- I will not beat around the bush. I wish to…take you out on a date.” What? What did he just say? It was very clear by your expressions that you were absolutely dumbfounded. Ayato found it so endearing that he wished he could click a picture and save it for himself. “Huh?” Was the only thing that you could say. Were you dreaming? Your absolute crush was asking you out on a date?

Ayato let out an amused chuckle as he nodded, ever so gently holding your delicate hand into his larger and warm one. “I know this may seem very sudden, but truth be told, I have been infatuated by you for quite some time now..So Sakura, will you do me the honour of being my date?” That’s it, you could no longer hold back your smile. You blushed profusely, butterflies swarming your being as this moment felt like a dream come true. “I…I would love to Ayato..” His smile visibly brightens, making him look heartbreakingly handsome. Of course, he knew you would say yes, but hearing you say it felt even more surreal. “I am truly delighted to hear that. If you are free this Saturday, I can arrange something that will definitely be to your liking.”

You smiled shyly, nodding. “Saturday sounds good.” “Great! Well then how about you give me your number, and I’ll come to pick you up on Saturday?” You became flustered at how gentlemanly he was, stuttering. “Oh! You..you needn’t go through so much trouble-“ He holds you hand again, silencing your words. “It is no trouble, it is but proper etiquette. Besides, where I’m gonna take you will be a little surprise~” You ended up giggling shyly, and your melodious giggles made Ayato’s heart flutter. Eventually you agreed, giving him your number and assuring him that you’ll send him your address. “Well then I’ll take my leave, my class is about to start. I’ll see you soon Sakura.” “Goodbye Ayato!” You smiled happily at him, waving sweetly as he left.

You still could not believe what had just happened. You got up, issuing the book to be borrowed as you headed home, feeling so giddy and excited. The whole day you lay in bed, kicking your feet like an excited child. Just then you heard your phone’s notification, and to your delight, it was Ayato. You quickly opened his texts, a smile adorning your features.

“Hey, it’s me, Ayato. I hope you got home safely.”

“Hello Ayato, and yes, I did reach home safely.” urgh, how is he this perfect and such a gentleman??

“I am glad to hear that. And I am looking forward to seeing you again.”

“So am I.. ah which reminds me, here’s my address!”

“Noted, I’ll be there by 4 pm. Dress up a little, I’m taking you somewhere fancy.”

“What- Ayato you don’t need to!”

“Oh hush, it’s nothing. I want you to have the best date ever. After all, first impressions matter~”

“No need to worry about that Mr. Kamisato, you’ve already made an excellent first impression..”

The next 2 days pass by in a flash, only this time, you saw Ayato way more frequently as he would come to visit you in the library, listening to you fondly as you talked animatedly about the history of Inazuma. He loved the way your eyes shone due to how passionate you were about the subject, and your knowledge impressed him. Likewise, he would also share his interests with you, once even bringing his favourite boba tea for you. The increasing closeness between you both had become a hot topic for gossip at college, as a lot of girls envied you, and a lot of guys envied Ayato. Oh well, neither of you cared as your feelings for one another kept blossoming.

Saturday arrived finally, and you looked at yourself in the mirrror, wearing a beautiful floral dress with stilettos and your hair down. Grabbing your wallet and phone you rushed outside hearing a car honk, which was probably Ayato. Upon stepping outside, your eyes landed on the immaculate man seated in the car, wearing a black shirt with black pants, his hair falling gracefully on his right shoulder. Oh he looked so good that you couldn’t handle it. He was indeed God’s finest creation, each feature of his perfect self crafted with care and time. You smiled shyly, sitting in the car beside him.

Ayato meanwhile, was completely awestruck by your beauty. You looked so magnificent that all he wanted to do was wrap you in his arms and kiss you until you were breathless, he just wanted to make you his girlfriend already. “You look…so beautiful Sakura..simply stunning..your beauty always amazes me.” You blushed at his words, and to his delight your cheeks turned as pink as the flowers on your dress. “Thank you Ayato, you look reallly handsome too..” He chuckles at your words as you both set off for your destination. “Why thank you. Now as for our destination..Well have you ever heard of the Grand Narukami Museum?” Your eyes widened in disbelief at his words. “What..no way..Ayato that is the biggest and most sought after museum! Its tickets are literally impossible to get! How did you even-“

Ayato simply laughs at your babbling, shaking his head. “It was not that difficult really, my mother is a trustee of that place. When I told her that my date was such a master at history, she was more than pleased to let me take you there. I figured you would enjoy being there.” You felt your heart melt, and you swore you just fell so in love with him. “Oh Ayato..I cannot thank you enough..I’ve dreamed of going to this museum!” “Is that so? Well then, I’m going to fulfil many such dreams of yours, if you’ll let me.” You blush once again, nodding “I would like nothing more than that..” He smiles at your words, gently holding one hand of yours, intertwining it with his. You felt instant shivers at his soothing touch, his warm and larger hand engulfing your giving you a strange feeling of safety and comfort. How was he able to have such an effect on you already?

After a while the car stopped as you both reached the biggest museum in all of Inazuma, one where getting entry was next to impossible for a common person due to the precious and mysterious artefacts present here. It is said that there are countless precious objects from the ancient Narukami civilisation that archaeologists and historians have still not been able to classify. You still could not believe that you were getting a chance to see this place for yourself. “Shall we M’lady?” ayato’s soothing voice snapped you out of your trance as he offered you his arm like the gentleman he was. “Yes, yes we shall..” holding his arm gently, you both made your way inside. Upon spotting Kamisato Ayato, the guards and staff bowed to him, as you both reciprocated the action. “Sir Kamisato, we welcome you. Everything you had requested has been arranged. We hope you both have a wonderful time.” He nods with a polite smile “You have my utmost gratitude.”

As you two made your way inside the museum, a soft gasp left your mouth due to how much you were in awe of this place. “Oh my god…this is..beyond beautiful..” Ayato smiles at you, not disturbing your train of thoughts, rather choosing to admire you in this moment. He loved how you gained happiness from such simple and knowledgeable things rather than materialistic ones. You were unique in his eyes, and the fact that you stood out from the crowd drew him towards you. He showed you around the museum, your enthusiasm was contagious as you excitedly spoke about all the relics you recognised, even leaving the staff of the museum in awe of your knowledge. “Miss, your extensive knowledge is truly remarkable. We have never seen someone identify these objects so quickly.” The manager spoke, making you flush. “Ah I..i just am very interested in the history of our land that’s all..” Ayato chuckles at your modesty, holding you closer with affection. “She is indeed extraordinary..”

The two of you had a lot of fun there, as your bond only seemed to grow stronger. The last section of the museum was the portraits of the rulers of the ancient civilisations, which was an area not many were allowed to see. But since you were with Ayato, anything was possible. “This is the final section of our tour I believe.” Ayato spoke, his eyes roaming around the countless portraits. “Oh my…these are all original paintings from back then!” You left Ayato’s side to walk ahead, eyes shining. He chuckled too, walking behind to a section of paintings.

As you were walking, you came across a portrait that made you stop dead in your tracks. There stood a man, wielding a hydro sword and dressed in expensive silk robes, his blue hair and lavender eyes staring right into you. What on earth was Ayato’s portrait doing here? The resemblance was almost terrifying, making you turn around and look at Your Ayato, who was admiring a painting of the Grand Narukami Shrine. You stepped closer to the painting, reading the details. “Kamisato Ayato, head of the Kamisato Clan and Yashiro Commissioner of Inazuma. Murdered along with his wife in 1530 at the age of 28..” How come you had never read about this man anywhere? And…why on earth is he the exact same like the man you’re on a date with? The name, the features, everything…You stared up at the portrait again, and an unexplainable ache took over your heart, tears filling your eyes. It felt like you knew him, like you missed him dearly. You felt connected to him. But why?

Meanwhile, Ayato walked towards a portrait that made him stunned, as he froze on the spot. It was..you. A painting of you, only..you were dressed in a beautiful silk kimono embroidered with threads of gold, your hair made in an elegant bun. Your eyes were gentle, an expression of authority and elegance was visible on your face. What..what in Teyvat was going on? He searched for details of the portrait, reading softly. “Kamisato Sakura, First Lady of the Kamisato Clan and wife of the Yashiro Commissioner, Kamisato Ayato. Murdered in 1530 with her husband at the age of 26..” wait what? Kamisato Sakura? The name, the face, everything was the same. That was undoubtedly you, but how? And the Yashiro Commissioner had the same name as him? He looked at the portrait again, and winced as a dull pain struck his head. Countless emotions flowed through him the longer he stared at the portrait. Guilt, agony, anger, grief…

“Ayato..”

“Sakura!”

You both spoke at the same time, facing one another. You both were shocked again to see portraits of people who looked just like you, the resemblance so uncanny that it left you both speechless. “Ayato look..” you pointed at a portrait of the Kamisato couple, standing together in all their glory wrapped in a gentle embrace. Their eyes were full of love for one another, the joy visible on their faces. At that very moment the world spun around as you winced at the sudden headache you got, closing your eyes as countless memories flooded through your mind like an untold story forgotten in time..

“Do you take Kamisato Ayato to be your husband for all eternity?”

“Yes, I do”

“And do you take Kujou Sakura to be your wife for all eternity?”

“Yes, always.”

Ayato’s amused eyes flickered towards you, the all too familiar teasing smile adorning his features. “Daarin, how long do you plan on staring at me hm?” You blushed at his words, getting up to adjust his clothes and help him put on his coat. “Is it a crime for me to admire my husband Lord Kamisato?~” his melodious laughter filled your ears, as he held you close, placing a loving kiss on your forehead. “Of course not Lady Kamisato, I am all yours.”

“Ayato come on, take a break my love, you seem so tired. Let me make you a cup of tea.” He gave you a grateful smile, looking visibly tired from all the paperwork. “Thank you Daarin, you’re right, I should take a break..”

“I’m home my beloved!” “Ayato!! Welcome home, how was your trip to Watatsumi island?” He smiled lovingly, embracing you as he inhaled your scent. “It was successful, negotiations have been going smoothly.” You snuggled closer to him, basking in his warmth. “I’m so proud of you! Her excellency will be very pleased to hear this.”

“I love you Kamisato Sakura.”

“I love you eternally too Kamisato Ayato..”

“Sakura!! No, please don’t hurt her, leave her alone!” Ayato begged for the first time, crying as the enemies stabbed you, making you fall onto your knees, gasping for air. “NO!!” He shrieked, wanting to reach out to you but alas, the enemies surrounded him, enjoying the agony of the Yashiro Commissioner. He fought endlessly, his body filled with slashes and wounds, but it was of no use. In the end, he lost, thrown to the ground near you, bleeding profusely. “A..Ayato..” you whispered brokenly, reaching out your bloodied hand to him.

How cruel fate was, only giving you both 4 years of bliss until you both were brutally murdered on that fateful night, ending the legacy of the Kamisato Clan and the Yashiro Commission. That was how the downfall of the great empire of Inazuma began, as the two lovers breathed their last, dying in one another’s embrace with a promise left to fulfill…

You gasped audibly, tears falling down uncontrollably as all the memories of your past life came rushing back to you. As you blinked through your tears, you noticed you were sitting on the floor, embraced in a tight hug by Ayato, who also seemed to be crying endlessly. All the memories had come back to him, making him fearful of losing you again. It felt like yesterday when he saw you getting stabbed and kicked away, while he was helplessly surrounded by countless enemies. Both of you stayed like that for a long time, embracing each other as you shed tears for your past life, for all the memories you could have made if only you had lived. Tears that symbolised love, pain, loss and now, a fulfilled promise.

“Ayato..” you spoke after a long while, looking up at him. Now it felt so different, now it felt like you had known him all your life. You cupped his cheek softly, wiping away his tears just like you had all those centuries ago. “Dont blame yourself..” He cried bitterly, caging you in his arms. “It was all my fault, I could not protect you..everything was lost..we could have had so many more memories..” You smiled sadly, making him look into your eyes. His tear filled amethyst eyes hurt your soul, as you brushed his hair away. “We have an entire lifetime to make memories now. I told you, my soul is bound to you..that was not the end of our love. Look, we found each other again..” Those words put a smile on his face as he nodded, hugging you closer than ever. “Yes..our promise has now been fulfilled. We are reunited my love, and this time I promise, no one will ever come in between us and our love. This time, I’ll protect you until the end of time..”

As you both sat there, embraced in the safety and warmth of your arms, the portrait in front of you glowed, the smiles of your past selves widening a little. Your love was unending, having the power to transcend time. After all, your wedding vows to each other were that you would love one another for every eternity.

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summary: you meet isagi at a coffee shop because of a strawberry parfait

warnings: isagi is rather popular in this scenario, flirty isagi at the end? not proofread

strawberry sunday

you were bored out of your mind while trying to finish some of your homework before school tomorrow at a coffee shop nearby your house.

you had been procrastinating about doing homework during the weekends which ended in everything pilling together. you hoped that the change in location will lighten the glum mood of doing homework. (it didn’t)

you were desperately trying to forget that you had even more worksheets and question papers stacked in front of you ; right beside them was a cup of peach ice tea that arrived not too long ago and it was the only thing keeping you going at the moment.

you mentally groaned, wishing you can just relax now with no worries about your lame homework. you were literally daydreaming at this point - mind so caught up in your own world.

“oh, didn’t expect to see you here!" a bright voice that sounded a bit too familiar disturbed your train of thought.

you glanced at the source of the sound, only to see the one and only isagi - your school’s sweetheart.

puzzled was all you felt during that time. you weren’t exactly the closest to him but you had a fair share of greetings with each other, he was the nice popular boy in school after all. plus, he played football which made him gain lots of fangirls as well, though you also couldn’t quite deny that he was an attractive boy.

“hi?” was all you could say to the blue-eyed boy. you were extremely confused. were both of you friends? could you guys even be labelled as friends with the minimal interaction you guys have?

“mind if i sit here?”

you gaped at him in silence, never in your life expecting his question. you could kinda tell he was oblivious to the awkward conversation he had just continued when he was still grinning joyfully, flexing you with his signature cute boy smile. ngl it charmed you

“uh, sure.”

you were of course, reluctant but you didn’t have the heart to reject the smiley boy in front of you.

“i rarely see you around, what brings you here today?”

you were glad that he was the one that strike the conversation because you obviously weren’t going to.

“just wanted a change in location, what about you?”

“i heard from a couple of friends that the strawberry parfait here was good, so i came to see what’s the hype all about!”

you chuckled lightly, slightly surprised about the sudden enthusiasm from isagi.

“sorry, i got overexcited! i just really like strawberry desserts.” he quickly shared as his hands scratched the nape of his neck.

you didn’t know the isagi yoichi had such an awkward side to him. he was usually a lot more carefree and outgoing in school. you were weirdly attracted to his cute demeanour.

“it’s okay, i like them too.” you continued as you tried to reassure the embarrassed boy which to your attempt, did. his big blue eyes brightened after hearing what you said. you can’t help but stare into them; they were very pretty.

“really? we could share the parfait, i don’t mind!”

your eyes slightly widened as you were caught off guard by his straight forward question. it’s not everyday that you have a cute boy sharing his beloved strawberry parfait with you.

“oh no, you should enjoy it, you really wanted to try it, didn’t you?”

“i did but i don’t mind sharing because it’s you.” he said nonchalantly.

you froze. you had to do a double take on what he said. it was quite a lot to take in for your racing heart.

as you were about to ask him about it, you were unfortunately cut off by a voice.

“hi, here’s your strawberry parfait, please enjoy!”

at this point, you weren’t even listening, your mind was still stuck at that moment.

there was an inner turmoil present in your mind. would it be weird if i ask him about it now? you thought hard for an answer.

your answer: whatever, i’ll just ask him. i’m way too curious to stop now.

“hey isagi..” you escape your train of thoughts, only to see him staring at you - the parfait untouched.

“hm?”

you were taken aback with his stare that you have completely forgotten your purpose of calling him and it ended with you all over the place.

“why is it suddenly so hot in here?” you chuckled nervously while your hands reached for your ice tea, avoiding eye contact with the boy in front of you at the same time.

“is it? i think it’s fine though,” you’re not even sure if he did it on purpose or is just awfully oblivious, “have some dessert to cool you down!”

he scooped up a good amount of it on the spoon and moved it towards my mouth. he isn’t going to feed me, is he?

he certainly is.

you froze pt 2. you definitely didn’t expect this from him.

“come onn, my hands getting tired.” he complained with a small pout on his lips. how is he so cute?!

you reluctantly ate it from the spoon, though you were extremely flustered at the sweet gesture. you were about to explode.

“how was it?” he asked sweetly before feeding himself the long awaited goodness.

the gears in your brain were turning. wait. hold on.

it was the same spoon.

your cheeks flushed red at the thought of the indirect kiss you just had. you were slowly starting to believe that he’s doing this on purpose.

“it’s really good!” isagi exclaimed, “i really like it, do you like it?

you mustered up all the energy you had left with a small yes.

“it’s really sweet though..”

“yeah, kind of.”

“like you.”

that was all your weak heart could take. let’s just say you got scolded by your teacher for unfinished homework because your brain was too busy with having that certain scenario playing on repeat.

#bllk isagi #blue lock #bllk fluff #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk scenarios #bllk imagines #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi fluff #isagi x reader #isagi x you #blue lock fluff #isagi yoichi #blue lock fic

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 1 month

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https://www.tumblr.com/royaltealovingkookiness/187489175766/i-think-the-anon-who-sent-the-zuko-lost-azula-in?source=share

Your thoughts?

(I'm only mentioning the ones I don't agree with)

"Oogling him when he's half-naked"

As a brazilian, this one was HILARIOUS to me. He just has his shirt off because it's summer and bending is a physical exercise and he's going to sweat. This isn't him dramatically taking his shirt off at The Beach and a ton of fangirls appearing to drool all over him. This isn't sexual.

She's literally watching him and AANG practice firebending. That's all. Why are we making it about attraction, and why are we assuming she could only possibly be looking at Zuko when Aang is there too? By that logic, Ozai and Aang were checking each other out during their fight in the finale, and so were Zhao and Zuko during their Agni Kai - after all, they're LOOKING at EACH OTHER when NEITHER OF THEM has a SHIRT on.

"Note Katara's body language"

Literally what about it? I legitimately don't understand this one. Touching her hair is somehow weird or flirty? It's just hair!

Is it because she's sitting next to Zuko? What, she's not allowed to be too close to a guy without it being suggestive/flirty in some way? Again, as a brazilian, I am VERY confused. Somebody help me out here.

"I don't think anyone could argue sibling vibes in a scene in which they are visibly disgusted at the thought of being mistaken for a couple"

What? Like, sure, I can see SOME siblings just laughing it off and correcting the person who made a mistake, but being grossed out is a 100% valid reaction.

As a girl that grew up being told "You saying you don't like this boy can ONLY mean that you secretly like him" and had to hear an unhinged woman call my 11-year-old self "her future daughter in law" just because I was friends with her son, I am BEGGING people to quit it with that bullshit. Being weirded out is not "admiting" there are feelings there. Stop it. Sometimes people are shy, sometimes they just genuinely don't like each other that way. Stop projecting.

(Also the only correct ways to do the mistaken for a couple thing is with the characters either just rolling with it "to avoid explaining" or to one of them to exaggerate on the awkwad denial and accidentally offend/upset the other, like it happened with Kataang in Cave Of Two Lovers)

"I don't remember any scene of Zuko or Katara fighting side by side with their sibling like they did with each other"

Also if we're talking side-by-side fighting stance that screams romantic symbolism, let's be fucking serious here. The dragons literally make a heart.

"You can only want to see embarrassing/cute baby pictures of your friend if you want to date them, and siblings totally don't use old childhood photos to annoying each other"

Are you fucking kidding me?

"Co-parenting"

Fuck off, they're children. Traumatized children. ALL of them. They've all done stupid shit, and they've all been exasperated by their friends' doing dumb shit. Found family doesn't mean we NEED one or more characters to play the "parent" role.

Katara actively resents the idea of being seen more as parent than as a friend, and Zuko JUST discovered the revolutionary concept of "Wait, a father burning his child's face is NOT normal????" Co-parenting my ass.

"Bed/bison sharing. Very unsibling like"

Katara literally shares the bed/Appa with Sokka during the entire Blue Spirit episode. And like this person pointed out themselves, the Gaang shares "a bed" and sleep next to each other all the time. Be thrilled that your OTP is having a moment that you could re-imagine as romantic, but let's not pretend any kind of intimacy MUST be sexual/romantic in nature.

"The scene of Katara comforting Zuko has parallels with his first scene with Mai at the start of the season"

This one was totally okay until the bullshit of "Mai's kiss and hug didn't help Zuko feel better at all and after this he shuts her out." During all of Nightmares And Daydreams we see him cuddling with her, Mai trying to cheer him up, and him even confessing his inner-turmoil about having to essentially put on an act to please Ozai.

She grew a lot as a character and Zuko didn't take her joke in that first episode to heart. He is doing the exact opposite of shutting her out, he actively turns to her for comfort.

"The physical distance between them shrunk"

Yes, and? Seriously, what about it? Is there a line missing here? Am I not seeing something? WHAT IS GOING ON?

"The lightning to the heart feels like a romantic scene"

I was gonna let it slide, like I was doing with all the others "This could work for a romantic relationship, but it's not inherently romantic", but that last line I just can't stand by. DRAMA IS NOT THE SAME AS ROMANCE.

"The simmilar scene for a canon ship doesn't have the same focus on the hands as this one does"

Hand-close ups are exclusive to married people, it is known *rolls eyes*

"It looks like they're about to kiss"

Bruh, what? Looking up at someone who is looking down at you is like leaning in for a kiss?

"Many of these scenes (not the ship-baiting ones obviously) could have been written, framed, animated in a purely platonic way, giving it more of a playful sibling vibe, but the creators deliberately chose overtly romantic or at least ambiguous tones"

youtube

#anti zutara

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bunnysficsnstuff · 1 year

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Act 3 Baby! Polyam!Ghostface {Billy&Stu} X Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1382

AN: Hey yall!! This is just a fluffy thang I wrote bc I have Polyam Ghostface brain rot rn :D Thanks and Enjoy!

It had been 2 weeks since the first murder, it was a tragedy to the sleepy town of Woodsboro. On the other hand, it had been eight days since you started getting unannounced visits from the killing team. They’re always in their costumes and they never let you see them without the mask but, you figured out that they were not the same person quite quickly. They were similar heights and statues but, they had way different personalities, even with the voice modulator through the phone you could always tell which was which. The first ghostface that came barreling through your window was rougher with you. Don’t get him wrong, he cares so deeply for you but, you’re his, he should be able to do what he pleases with his things. He has always been very possessive over you, it seems like the only other person he will let get near you is ghostface #2. He, the second ghostface, is so soft and gentle with you. If he wasn’t a masked killer you would think that he could never hurt a fly. The second ghostface also seems to trust you more, when he comes to visit you he’s not as strict about keeping the robe on, moreso just the mask. He will let you treat any wounds he contracts and has also made a habit of sleeping next to you during his visits. He always puts a sleeping mask over your eyes before taking the mask off to fall asleep but, even if he didn’t you would never dream of betraying the hard earned trust from the pair.

The team has never seemed to get jealous of one another, you have only been visited by both at the same time twice but, they seemed as happy to be with the other as they were to be with you in those moments. Even when you were with only one half of your beloveds, they never got annoyed or jealous if you would ask about the other or want to know how their wounds are healing. It is a bit hard to connect with the pair in person, they can’t talk to you for fear of having their identities revealed so conversations are tricky to get the hang of. It usually turns into ghostface pointing at something in your room or seeing something on your phone and having you talk about or explain it to them. Neither of them seem to mind this barrier, they love listening to you gush about all your interests, especially when you get into one of your true crime spirals. Truth is, they found you from a post you made about them. You had a secret blog online, tracking the killings, the pattern, possible motives, you were a total fangirl. They decided they needed a fan like you in the circle in case there were any hitches in the plan, and there were. It started off as cryptic and albeit flirty phone calls and then it turned into midnight visits and sleepovers.

Tonight you got a phone call from No Caller ID. Your heart flutters when you read the words on your screen knowing one of your boys will be on the other end. You clear your throat before adjusting yourself upright in your bed and answering the call.

“Hello?” You ask innocently

“Hello, bunny” The raspy voice coos

Your heart skips a beat at the words. You try your best not to be clingy with your lovers but, you worry deeply about them, especially after all the near misses they’ve patched up in your bathroom.

“How are my favorite reapers?” You ask

“This one’s better now that he’s talkin to you” He pauses for a moment

“Look bun, we’re wrapping up the big show tonight…” He trails off. Even with the voice changer you can tell that he's anxious about it

“Okay…What about it?” you ask

“We want you to be there…” He pauses “The other one knows how interested you are in our…work, and he suggested that you could help.”

There's dead air on the line, you have dreamed of seeing the boys at work and now they want you to be a part of it. You must have been quiet for too long daydreaming because he cuts in again,

“Only if you want bunny, we just thought you may be interested” He anxiously explains

“Oh! No! I mean, Yes!! Yes I would love to be there!” You squeal out.

“Alright, it’s all going down at Stu’s house party. We’ll be at your house in 15 to pick you up” He says

“What? What about the masks?” you ask, they’d never get away with driving around in the get up.

“No masks, No costumes, We trust you bun” He says softly.

Your face goes warm and pink at the words, “Okay! I’ll be ready in 10!” You practically scream.

You search through your closet for what feels like forever before deciding on a black off the shoulder dress with lacey bell sleeves, it feels just ghostface-y enough for the boys to get the reference but not too much that it screams “I’m fucking the killers!!” You throw some first aid supplies in your purse in preparation for the festivities and wait patiently on your bed.

Soon enough you hear wrestling near your window. You turn around facing away from their entrance as you hear the killers climb in. You’re basically shaking in anticipation as you hear the footsteps walk up behind you. You feel a set of hands snake around your waist and another set move your hair away from your neck to make room for his lips to connect with the sensitive skin. You feel the hands round your waist slowly spin you around as the other set lets go of your hair. When you’ve spun around you’re almost afraid to make eye contact with them staring at the ground. You feel a hand grab your chin and slowly lift your face to meet theirs, “What’s the matter bunny, shy?” His voice is smooth and thick. When you make eye contact with him you realize, Ghostface 1 is Billy Loomis.

You feel the other man wrap one hand around your waist and the other cup your face, “Surprise, darling” the other man says, When you meet his gaze you recognize Ghostface 2 as Stu Macher. You’re a little stunned to say the least but, a few moments after their faces settle into your brain you practically jump into Stu’s chest and crash your lips into his. You pull away and reach out to Billy pulling him close to you and Stu, connecting with his lips just as hard. There are small tears prickling in your eyes as a wave of happiness washes over you. They’re finally all yours, they trust you and you trust them.

Billy pulls away from the two of you, “We have a present for you bun” He says gesturing to Stu. Stu gently pushes you off of him and reaches into his back pocket. He pulls out a familiar looking object. You stare at it in disbelief, taking it out of Stu’s hands. You pull the handle of the object out of its sheath, it’s one of their knives. You gawk at the reflective metal holding it tightly, as if it would disappear just like Stu and Billy used to disappear out your window in the night. You look up at the boys with doe eyes “Thank you so much” you say softly.Billy takes the knife and sheaths it for you before attaching it to a garter under your dress.

“You look beautiful darling” Stu says as he watches Billy fasten the blade to you.

“God damn right she does” Billy says patting your thigh once the blade is secure “She's our pretty girl”

You blush at all the compliments you’re being showered in, “Thank you boys” You say softly.

“Well sweetheart, you ready for act three?” Billy asks, a grin snaking across his face

“I was born ready baby!” you say

“Lets fucking go baby!” Stu yells, sticking his tongue out.

For the first time ever, Ghostface guides you out of your window on your way to play your role in their movie, and you wouldn’t change it for anything.

#ghostface #slashers #poly ghostface #stu x billy #stu x billy x reader #billy loomis #stu matcher x reader #stu macher #billy loomis x female reader #scream 1996 #stu x billy x you #ghostface x you #ghostface x reader

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(Another Kuroshitsuji request! This time with Grimm Reapers! Sorry but it's my favorite Anime!)Since there are probably Reapers from all over the world and not just London, what if there was some sort of exchange with the Reapers from different countries and a new Grimm Reaper will be temporarely joining the London Branch. They get paired to work with either Grell, Ronald or William (or they meet Undertaker somewhere in town). Everything is going well and Reaper and darling are getting along great. Eventualy they slowly start to develop a crush *cough*unhealthyobssession*cough, but now it's time for the darling to go back to their country. How would Reapers(separated) convince darling to stay with them?

That’s for sure an interesting idea!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusions, stalking, controlling behavior, manipulation, guilt-tripping, abduction

Exchange reaper

Grell Sutcliff

🟥Grell isn’t very thrilled at first. She’s essentially degraded to your babysitter, a reaper who is new to London which means that she has to explain everything to you and be your guide since you have yet to memorize the design and the directions of the city. Not to mention that Grell likes to have a bit fun but with you there, risks are that you might report any uncalled for behavior to your superiors. The reaper is a bit huffy about the ordeal at first, slightly annoyed with you but luckily that doesn’t last long. Grell quickly becomes interested in you due to your different behavior. You have a different culture than her, have an accent and act not like others.

🟥It makes you more interesting and soon she finds herself asking you lots of questions regarding your home country and the traditions and beliefs you have there. Soon you two are basically seen everywhere together as Grell spends lots of time listening to your country and busily showing you London and it’s specialties when you two aren’t on a job. She’s so excited to show you the city she lives in and during jobs she’s your personal cheerleader. At one point she insists to go on missions together with you and gets incredibly jealous and irritated when you’re paired off with someone else. She’s incredibly obnoxious to your partner and pesters William to make you two partners again since she’s known you longer and for that works better together with you.

🟥The activities you two do together start feeling more like dates at one point. Cheesy scenarios such as sharing pastries together or Grell insisting for you two to wear matching accessories. Grell also becomes uncomfortably more touchy, hugs you a lot or clings to your arm randomly. She’s fawning over you and compliments you constantly for even small things. When she’s alone, she’s busily daydreaming about the time she spent with you and how warm your body felt when she was hugging you. Grell is literally acting like your personal fangirl by now.

🟥Her reaction is dramatic when she finds out that your departure is coming soon. She nearly faints and lays for a moment unmoving on the ground before she jumps up and clings to you, begging you to not leave her. Grell glues herself to your side more than she did so before as she tries to spend as much time with you as she can since the present threat of you leaving her lingers above her head. She’s begging William to let you stay, probably follows him on missions which annoys him enough that he snaps at her at one point. At the same time she tries to convince you to stay, guilt-trips you a bit with the time you two had together. Didn’t that mean anything to you? Grell knows that she can’t just kidnap you though since your absence would be investigated. If push comes to pull, Grell is stubborn enough to try to follow you back to your own country. She doesn’t care what her superiors have to say about that.

Ronald Knox

😃Ronald is amicable, tells you that he looks forward to working together with you for the time of your exchange. He’s from the get-go very interested and curious about the country you come from. Your accent sticks out in a way he tends to tease you for, not in an offensive way that is. It’s interesting to see how you’re curious and excited about the things that are mundane for him, highlighting the differences in culture. Differently from Grell he gladly plays the tour guide for you when you two have no work to do, shows you around and introduces you to his culture. Ronald likes chatting with you about your country and it’s traditions too, mentions that he’d be interested to see your home at one point too. You’re clearly excited about the prospect, tell him that if he ever becomes an exchange reaper in your homeland, you’ll gladly show him around too.

😃You two quickly become good friends and spend so much time together. Even whilst you two mingle among humans, people tend to confuse you for a couple. You just laugh it off together with Ronald at first. With time though, you notice how he becomes quieter when humans tell you that you two act like a couple. Instead he seems to observe you for your reaction. You don’t pay it too much mind though. Ronald starts squeezing himself between all sorts of interactions you might have with other reapers, often comes up with excuses to why you two have to leave now. Be that work or something he really wants to show you.

😃The male reaper becomes very flirty around you, often uses pick-up lines or makes cheesy comments. His darling might not see it as something unusual at first since Ronald has always been a bit of a flirt. The amount he tends to do it though becomes a bit worrying over time. When you two are under humans, he basically acts like your life partner and is most likely manipulative enough to search for ways where you two have to pretend to be a couple in order to mix in well. You’re slightly uncomfortable so Ronald is definitely careful to balance everything well out so that you don’t start avoiding him. He glares at someone if they try to flirt with you when you two are under humans but quickly eases up his tense facial expression when you look at him.

😃Ronald knows that you won’t stay here forever and that aspect fills him suddenly with a sense of dread he didn’t have before. You will leave some day and god knows when he’ll be able to see you again. He can’t kidnap you though, he’d be banished if the higher-ups would find out. So he has to convince you somehow to want to stay in here. He tries his best to charm his way into your heart or guilt-trip you into staying at least a bit longer so that he has a bit more time to come up with a plan. If nothing should work, he’d most likely go about it the same way Grell does. By transferring into your branch of reapers. He couldn’t bear the distance between you two, he’d rather do his overwork with you than without you.

William T. Spears

📒William isn’t very happy with the exchange program either but if that is what was decided, he just has to endure it. He’s a grim reaper who loves order and is a bit concerned that you might be a little trouble maker. He has his hands full with Grell already so he really hopes that you’re a efficient worker because otherwise he’ll have to do overwork to do which he dislikes greatly. Honestly, he’s so polite and distant due to wanting to be professional that he might come over as very cold in his darling’s eyes. He doesn’t enjoy smalltalk and is instead focused on his work with you. William spends time introducing you to the system and order of the reapers in London and shows you around the city so you can memorize all the routes.

📒He’s not interested in showing you the culture at first. He just works together with you and doesn’t use his free time initially up for you. Instead he works even more to finish everything in time. Eventually he warms up a bit to you and caves in to your pleas to show you some interesting places in London since it’s your first time in the city. You work hard enough, he supposes that he can reward you a bit by playing a tour guide. He basically gives you a historical rundown by showing you the architecture, the palace of the Queen and some cultural food of London. He has no interest in more fun activities like markets so you have to drag him there if you want him to tag along. He’s awkward though, stands there and doesn’t know what to do.

📒Somehow you two manage to grow close which is a bit of a surprise for other grim reapers since William is very focused on his work and formality. He’s like a grumpy cat around you at times, nags you when you forget to be on time and gets irritated when you slack off due to spending time in the human world. He still likes you and that makes you proud somehow. Until he suddenly pulls back one day and distances himself from you. You’re confused and a bit hurt, try to ask him what’s wrong only for him to brush you coldly off. So you decide to let it be even if you don’t know what’s going on. William on the other hand knows too well. He’s gotten attached to you, something that shouldn’t happen. Shinigami should focus on their work and not mingle with the topic of love. Especially not since you’re an exchange partner. You can’t stay forever.

📒William tries to push you away to get his feelings under control again, spends as little time as possible with you. Unfortunately all is for naught. He can focus even less, your pained expression due to his distant behavior painfully clenching his heart. He’s distressed, his emotions unable to cope with the knowledge that you’ll be gone soon. He can’t work like this anymore. After, somewhat reluctantly, accepting his feelings, William starts planning how to transfer you permanently to his branch. He has a higher position and uses that when talking to his own higher-ups as he lists the reasons why he thinks that you should stay in London.

Undertaker

⚰️He’s long retired from his official position as a reaper as the lifestyle of one has grown boring for him. So he doesn’t even know about the exchange program. You just happen to stumble upon his shop during your free time which you use to explore the city. Undertaker’s shop caught your eye due to it’s unique profession so you just thought to check it out shortly. Undertaker has hidden his true nature from other supernatural beings before so changes are that you don’t recognize him as a fellow shinigami. The same can’t be said from the other side though since Undertaker senses what you are quickly. He’s a bit suspicious but acts like nothing is wrong at first, instead behaving like his usual eccentric and goofy self.

⚰️He’ll entertain you for a while to find out what your intentions are. Undertaker is quick to notice that you’re not from here too, your accent and possible different skin complexion giving you away. That’s why he deduces that you might stay here for a limited time and when he asks you in a casual manner from where you are and what you’re doing here, you confirm this suspicion of his. You answer vaguely that you’re here to work for a while and he doesn’t get the feeling, that you’re lying. When he concludes that you don’t know who he is and really only came in here out of curiosity, he eases up and shows you around in his shop. You show interest in all the coffins and other things, question him about them too which makes him sort of giddy.

⚰️Undertaker isn’t sure if you’ll return but is pleasantly surprised when you come back. He stayed on your mind as you can’t help but find this unique man interesting. He invites you happily again and so you spend your free time again with this man. It becomes soon a common thing for you to visit Undertaker in his shop since you’re somehow drawn to him. You enjoy his company and vice versa, Undertaker himself finds your presence very brightening and fulfilling. You two don’t limit yourselves to the shop though, you two go out sometimes too. He sticks out but he doesn’t care and so you try not to care either, even if you’re occasionally embarrassed with the attention he draws to himself and by extension also to you.

⚰️His silly facade keeps you from realizing his growing interest in you. Small touches such as touching strands of your hair or caressing your skin with his fingers a bit. He’s aware that you’ll have to leave at one point and asks you at one point how long you’re going to stay. You answer him honestly without realizing that this is going to bite you back. Undertaker has a big advantage. He’s a rogue and his current whereabouts are unknown to other shinigami so he can easily just kidnap you. He plans on doing exactly that, unwilling to let you leave him. He can’t risk you escaping though since it would endanger his existence if other reaper would try to make him pay for kidnapping you. So he plans meticulously whilst making sure that you remain unsuspecting.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere grell #yandere grell sutcliff #yandere ronald #yandere ronald knox #yandere william #yandere william t. spears #yandere undertaker

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thegamingcatmom · 4 months

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Thank you 🫶

I just wanna give a huge thank you to everyone who´s been viewing/liking/reblogging/following my content and sending me asks - inquiring about my well-being, daydreaming/fangirling about a certain someone´s adventures and just being the fucking sweetest bunch of Little Maggots - before and during my absence, and who still continues to do so.

You guys have no idea how much it all means to this deranged Momma.

And this deranged Momma:

And this not (yet) deranged Momma:

WE LOVE YALL!! ❤️🫶❤️

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needy-self-ship-jjba · 2 years

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can i make a request too?😳

well, well i want to request some Josuke hcs! what he would give/do in valentines day?

ps:. Ur doing very well with the requests bae💜

It used to be his worst day, too many fangirls, many gifts, none of it felt real love for him. But it changed when he met you. Since that day it became his favorite day of the year.

Josuke would be at your doorway to make company for you until your classroom. Love starts soon.

"Hey, beautiful."

He gently takes your hand and holds all the way. During it, Crazy D. is already sending warming looks to you.

He got a lot of talking to you, he wants to tell what you guys are going to do by the day, but it's a surprise!

After the classes ends, he has to run so his fangirls don't follow him. He meets you at the gates.

Jojo takes you tp the mall, he wants to be the boyfriend who pays for everything to you. You will buy matching clothes, lingerie, that piece of clothes that you have been daydreaming of.

"I just want the best for my sweetheart."

He kinda wants to act like a suggar daddy to you.

After shopping, he takes you to his favorite Cafe, he made a reservation and got the Valentine cake for you both.

You guys share a double milkshake. Your favorite taste, even if he didn't like, he would try for you, just for you.

"Josuke, you don't have to." "Let me just try! Just today!"

Spoiler: He ends spilling it on the table. At least he made you laugh and for him that's enough.

After eating all the candies you wanted, he took you to his house to relax and if you like to play video games, you guys would play for hours.

But he still wanted to take you to the movie drive, watch a romance movie. For that, he already planned that you will take a shower on his own house and put the new clothes you have just bought.

The movie was trash, you both laughed so much. It started to look dumb.

It resulted in so many kisses, the kind that were sweet and slow. Your hands would be holding him close, he'd pull you on his lap. His tongue fighting against yours and his grip so tight.

"You look so pretty like this. Happy Valentine's day, doll." His thumb resting on your lips.

BONUS PART: Crazy D. found things that shined like diamond and gave to you and when he felt jeaulous of you, the stand would take you in bridal style and he would be shouting "Dora!"

"You're a good boy, Diamond." You said caressing the little heart on his chin. You could swore that his eyes rested on lips, Josuke looking at the scene amused, said:

"He wants to kiss you, Y/n, will you let him?"

When you felt your lips on the stand, it felt like kissing something cold. But soft. It was just a little peck, Crazy D. got so shy that he was gone, you fell your butt on Josuke's lap again.

Jojo was smiling so hard at you, neither his soul could deny how much he cared and loved you.

#josuke x reader #jjba imagines #self ship #jjba josuke #jojo part 4 #josuke higashitaka headcanon #josuke headcanons #josuke fluff #diu #diamond is unbreakable

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pinkiebieberpie · 2 years

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trust - redecorate

tfatws!bucky x reader moodboards series

moodboards series masterlist // part one // part two // part three // part four // part five

bucky was really happy that y/n helped him with the renovation. they both had a lot of fun choosing furnitures and paints. but the best part? that was painting itself.

"we look like kids at art class" y/n laughed looking at bucky, his clothes were covered in paint.

"i'm 106 years old, are you sure about that?" he raised his eyebrow.

"it doesn't mean you can't have fun!" she said and used her brush to paint a stripe on bucky's shirt.

"hey!" in a matter of seconds bucky did the same to y/n "this color suits you! matches your eyes perfectly!"

in that moment y/n was right, they acted like kids. but both of them loved it. maybe they were all covered in paint just a few minutes later and not only their clothes but their bodies and faces too, but they had a great time. bucky adored this, because he was the one that made y/n laugh. during they paint war he had a chance to hold her closer, feel her skin under his fingertips. everything about that day was perfect and both of them wanted to keep it like this forever.

part seven - coming soon

if you want to be in this series taglist let me know!! ♡

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theendwhereibegin · 6 months

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I should give you some warnings for this chapter as it may trigger you. There are mentions of abuse, in all its forms.

Pedro is a great guy once again. You know the drill.

Universally meant.Earthly bound

story line

inner monologue

Part 3

Today has been one hell of a day. I felt like ages had passed, not just 10 hours of my life. I felt so exhausted, but still, in the back of my mind, Pedro`s smile played like a broken record.

He was sweet enough not to make me feel embarrassed of the “Starbucks episode” , how he called it and made me feel at ease during the photo shoot. He somehow felt that my anxiety was starting to get the best of me, so he filled the time with jokes and heartfelt laughs. It did make us work 2 hours extra, but God, was it worth it.

I haven`t been living under a rock. I knew who Pedro was, and even though he portrayed my favourite character ever, Javier Pena, in Narcos, I somehow managed to keep my fangirling inside. That was some miracle because whenever my eyes locked with his, I felt like my knees were about to give up. Partly because of him being there and, also, because my first time meeting one of my favourite actors and I looked like I have just rolled out of a tent a Coachella. Wait, how did I manage to get myself on the floor?

Daydreaming about him, my back just slid on the entrance door once it was closed. I couldn`t believe that I had the chance to meet him and get to be his photographer for the day.

Sure, I have met other celebrities in my 10 years at the studio, but 9 of them I was in a committed relationship and I wasn`t even interested in looking at another man, or so I thought. That meant that while I was in love with the man that I called my boyfriend, he was in love with what I could potentially become if I would let him mould me the way he wanted it.

It`s a part of my life that I would like buried and done with, as even remembering it made my entire body ache.

He`s played so many mind games with me during our 9 years together, and me being younger than him, I believed everything that came out of his mouth.

I don`t even know if you want to know the story, but at the end of the day, it's what shaped me into who I am today. I was young and stupid when I met him. He was 11 years older than me, so in my head, I thought he would bring the emotional stability that I needed. I was love bombed in the first year, and that`s what kept me captive in that relationship. He made me rely on him, emotionally, financially. I loved him truly because, in my mind, he was the best that I could ever do. He made sure I understood that and believed it 100%. Then came the emotional abuse. It wasn`t all at once at first, it was in small doses, until, later on in our relationship, it was all that he was doing, and the only moments he would act like an actual boyfriend would be while out with other people. I loved that version of him and started to hate the version he was at home. At one moment, his emotional abuse turned into physical. One single slap in front of all of our friends, and somehow I was the one that ended up begging him to reconsider and not leave me. To this day, I do not understand how he did that. Later, came the sexual abuse.

As I remembered every small detail, my heart ached. If I could only turn back time and tell the young adult version of me that everything would work out and that it`s okay if she wants to leave him.

I would be exhausted from work. I would come back to a messy home and no food, so I had to do that as well. By the end of it, I was done and over. All I wanted to do was sleep, but he didn`t care. I would say no so many times, scream it even. He would take it as a yes, and that my screams were of pleasure, not pain. It went over and over again. I had to end the relationship and read a lot of books to realise that I was sexually abused. Yes, you read that right. Sexual abuse can happen even if in a relationship. Consent is still necessary.

I didn't deserve it. No one does, but somehow, I couldn't get myself out of that situation until Covid appeared, and I finally built up the strength to kick him out and file in for a divorce. I was finally breathing again after so many years of holding my breath without even knowing.

I suddenly remembered my state and collected myself off the floor, and dragged myself to take a shower and search for some food in my fridge.

My cut didn`t look as bad, but it still needed to be thoroughly cleaned. As I winced at the pain that shot through my head while cleaning the cut, I felt like my entire mess of a life was meant to bring me in this moment. I worked very hard to get here, but it always felt like a higher force pushed me to never give up

My thoughts were suddenly cut short by my phone ringing next to me. I started jamming to the ringtone as it was my favourite song, 'Everywhere' by Fleetwood Mac. Words of advice? Never put your favourite song as your phones ringtone, or you'll never answer calls anymore.

"Hi Alexis! " I said while trying to sound cheery and not in pain.

"Please tell me you can get ready in 20. After the day you've had, you and me, pub, shots, good music"

All I wanted to do was to crawl in my bed and sleep, but the shots didn't sound bad at all after today. I shouldn't, should I?

"Look A, I feel like I could drop dead at any point. Can't we do that tomorrow or something? I am also old, and my bones hurt."

"I swear I will come and drag you out myself! Get yourself ready. We'll be 1 hour tops. It's just for us to unwind after today. Please?" Said Alexis in a pleading voice, which made me picture her puppy stare. It made me give up.

"Fine. See you in 20!"

I tried finding something to wear and had a quick snack while trying my best to tame my hair, which was now sticking in every direction.

I was done in 15, which was a new record, even for me, but Alexis was always before the stated time anyway.

A soft knock confirmed my theory.

"Girl, we are gonna have so much fun!" She didn't even finish her sentence, and she was already hugging me.

"If you say so! Let's go before I change my mind and into my pj's."

We arrived at the only Irish bar we had in the area. What can I say? I love a good Guinness.

The bar was absolutely packed and whilst making our way to the bar, in true Olivia fashion, a drunk girl turns around with her wine glass and spills it all on me.

I felt defeated at this point. What were the chances my clothes would be stained twice in one day?

"I swear Olivia! If there should be a new definition for attracting bad things, your name should definitely be mentioned." Alexis was a bit amused, and why lie? I was a bit amused as well by my own misery.

"I am a magnet. Let's grab some drinks and have no care in the world. Who cares? I am wearing red wine as an accessory today? Though I won't lie, coffee is a warmer accessory." I said while shrugging my head and laughing.

The night went on without further incidents, just me singing along to Dropkick Murphys a bit too loud. I needed this outing more than I knew.

I decided to walk back home while Alexis took a taxi to hers. It didn't make sense for her to make an extra trip for me. I lived 3 blocks away anyway.

With the headphones on I was vibing once again with a great tune. Didn't realise that I started dancing and twirling around the street while singing the lyrics softly to myself.

My last twirl wasn't really the greatest one in history, and I understood that while I felt my fall break when two arms enveloped me and kept me from hitting the ground.

"We've got to stop meeting like this, or I will believe you are doing it on purpose, Olivia," came a deep, slightly amused voice. I didn't get to see who it was because my eyes were shut in a desperate attempt to not let out a loud yelp.

While slowly opening my eyes, the figure started to come into focus. Pedro. If the ground could swallow me up right about now, that would be great.

"I...I am sorry." I said while straightening my clothes. I felt bold all of a sudden. The tequilla right helps as well.

" I could say the same. You seem to always be there whenever I fall. Are you stalking me, Pedro?"

It was a very sad and drunk attempt at a flirt. I am not proud of it.

" I am not!" He said panicked.

"I live about 2 blocks that way, and I wanted to go and grab my food and go back home and watch something boring enough to help me sleep."

He looked so good in that ligh. Hell, he looked good in any light. His messy hair, his eyes, the was his lips were pursed together.

I must have been staring because my trance was finished once he cleared his throat.

" I would say take a photo. It will last longer, but you already did today. Quite a few as well." By the time he finished, I was blushing more than a teenager.

" I am going to the pizza place down the road. If you want, you can join me. At least I won't be taking my pizza and eating it like a loner." Pedro said while hoping that he didn't cross any line with you.

"To be honest, I am so hungry. Alexis took me out of work, and I literally had a small snack before going out. So, sure."

We strolled towards the pizza place while talking about various topics. Once we reached the destination, he stepped in front of me and opened the door.

I was shocked. No one has ever done that small gesture for me.

As we took our seats at the table, he insisted on holding the chair out for me. It was like I have lived in the wilderness before I met him.

"Ready to order?" Asked our waiter.

We ordered our food and drinks and fell into a very comfortable conversation. We started getting deeper into the subject that is our lives. Our upbringing and our weird phases, parents, and so on.

Me, the antisocial, was talking like I have known him my entire life. I was so comfortable with sharing my past with this man. Not all of it, but parts that I wasn't ashamed of. Being married and divorcing after I was abused by a man didn't seem like the kind of topic to bring up, so I didn't, mostly because I was scared he'll think less of me. Not that I was much to even cross his mind.

He was talking about his heritage, about Chile, and his eyes were positively sparkling with joy. They exploded with joy once I told him about my trip to Santiago, Chile, and how the whole culture made me fall in love with the city.

"You've been to Chile? That's amazing!"

"I was 19. I wanted to take a once in a lifetime trip before life really started. I picked Chile, mainly because I was always drawn to its culture. It didn't disappoint one bit. I still have my good friend, Alejandra there. I've been telling her for ages that I will visit again, but life got in the way." I said while remembering my times there. Dancing with the locals. Letting myself get engulfed by its dishes and all-around culture.

" Your smile is just as big as mine whenever I mention Chile. I am glad you like my home country and city. But what do you mean life got in the way? You still took days off, didn't you? Nothing is more important than living your life to the fullest." He said while taking a sip out of his beer.

Suddenly, flashbacks started happening, and before I knew it, I excused myself and went to the bathroom trying to compose myself. My anxiety was taking over, and soon enough, I began sobbing uncontrollably. I couldn't catch my breath. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't run away from the memories of him. I couldn't run away from his screams and drunken benders. I could still feel his fingers lingering on my body, making me feel worthless.

" Liv? Are you okay? It's been a while. You have me worried." He said while softly knocking on the door.

"I'll be out in a minute," I said between sniffles, taking deep breaths while trying to control myself. I fixed myself in the mirror and emerged through the door to a Pedro with his back leaning on the wall just in front of the door. He had a worried look on his face, and I could see he was replaying our conversation in his head, trying to make sense.

I made my way to the table with him following me. We sat down, and we ate in silence. I never thought silence could hurt more.

We paid for the bill and made our way out. Walking in the same direction, I felt the need to break the silence.

" I usually never get like this. It's just... whenever you asked how life got in the way, I got pulled back in the past. It's not something that I want to go through again. That's all. I am sorry for ruining your night. I didn't mean to." I said while picking at my hand, trying my best not to break down again.

He didn't say anything but put his arm around me and pulled me in a hug.

" Whatever it is that broke you this badly. I am sorry that you went through it. I can't imagine putting anyone I love through that. He didn't deserve you." And kissed the top of my head.

I was stunned. I didn't know what to say or how to react. How did he even know? How did he even piece it together that easily? He must have known because my relationship with my family is rock solid, and I only have a very carefully picked group of friends.

" I would rather not talk about it. At least, not now. It was a dark part of my life, a part I am trying my best to leave behind me. I appreciate your words, and I definitely appreciated the way you were with me tonight. I've never experienced it. Whoever will get to be with you, she will be one lucky lady."

" You really talk a lot when you get anxious, don't you?" He looked amused at me. " But, thank you. I have yet to find someone to call mine. I might never. I am not getting any younger. You still have a real chance of finding someone who treats you the way you deserve it. To open doors for you, or hold your chair out. To catch you whenever you fall. You deserve that Liv" he said while taking my hands in his.

At this point, I thought I was in some parallel universe. There was no way this was actually happening to me. Me? Never! But yet here I am. In front of this amazing guy that half the planet would love to be with. Being told that I deserve happiness. That I deserve to be loved.

I was suddenly being held close to his chest with his hand rubbing my back. The hand went higher and higher until it reached my right cheek. While stroking it, my head kept getting gently tilted upwards, and soon, I was looking into his eyes. Even his eyes were softly smiling.

"I would say we both waited too long to connect with someone in the way we did today. I have never felt so comfortable near anyone. I have never felt the need to make someone smile more than I wanted to make you smile today. I guess, sometimes waiting for what feels like a lifetime is worth it. May I?" His monologue left me breathless and speechless. His eyes were now darting from my lips to my eyes. It was his way of subtly asking for permission to kiss me.

Still stunned, I moved my face closer to his, our noses touching. My way of telling him that I have never wanted to kiss someone else as much as I wanted to kiss him.

He leaned in all the way, and I was met with the softest and purest kiss I have ever experienced. It was filled with the emotions of the words he just said to me. It was filled with years of waiting and hoping we'll find our happy ending.

He held me so tight and yet not firm enough that I couldn't move. The front of our shoes were touching as well as to say 'It took you long enough to find me'.

My life was falling into place right then and there.

I could feel he felt the same as he parted from me, not before kissing the tip of my nose.

" Let's get you home safely. You've had a full day. We'll pick up where we left it tomorrow, hopefully on an official date?" He asked while following my movements, trying to get home.

Pedro held my hand the whole way through and always made sure he would face me when talking. He stole another kiss in front of my door and let it linger as we both didn't want to part ways.

" See you tomorrow at 7 pm? I'll pick you up and wear whatever you want. You'll look good anyway. Don't stress about it too much. It's just gonna be us two somewhere in town on a date. Deal?" He said while holding my waist and looking at me with reassurance.

" Deal. Can't really vouch for the no stress bit, but I will try." I was feeling like I was floating.

We kissed again and off he went.

While closing my door, I woke up sliding against it once again, but this time, I was smiling so much, and my face hurt. I couldn't believe what a turn tonight took.

One thing I wasn't aware of. Today was meant to happen just like that. With me going through everything and him being there for me.

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