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#he's like that awkward lanky man in the corner at a party

1hot-mess-express1 · 2 months

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Ghost

word count: 1459

⋆ genre: angst

Satosugu X reader

⋆ a/n: I have posted in a million years pls be nice I will cry 😃 (also low key gave up haha)

Summary: satoru has always hated you but grief changes a man

Satoru didn’t love you. The thought had never really crossed his mind; you were Suguru’s. You were like his shadow, never far behind, always clinging to him like he’d fly away without your touch. Satoru wishes that he had done the same. He wishes he would have held him tighter, taken him out more, and laughed at his stupid jokes just to see how his eyes crinkled in the corner. He would give anything to have Suguru scold him for his childish ways, brows furrowing, leaving thin permanent indents as if Satoru had left his mark. If he thinks hard enough, he can smell the weathered pages of whatever classic novel Suguru was reading the last time he saw him. He can vividly see the way the sun kisses his hair with an orange glow as his nimble fingers turn the pages too delicately, even breaths moving his chest in a hypnotic pattern, his eyes low, scanning the pages while he chewed on his lip absentmindedly. Satoru wishes he would have let Suguru enjoy his books more often. Instead, he always found himself complaining about how boring it was and yanking on Suguru’s arm, dragging him out as Suguru held limply to the book, that same furrow in his brow deepening impossibly.

No, Satoru had never loved you. To be frank, he found you annoying when he first met you. You were nothing but the tumor his friend had picked up over the summer, always third-wheeling their hangouts and making Suguru skip games with him on Friday nights. You were annoying. When Suguru looked at you with half-lidded eyes, crinkling slightly in the corner from his boyish smile, Satoru couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten, gulping down the piece of him that wished he was in your shoes. He’s certain that if Suguru ever looked at him like that, he would find true happiness in this world. When you would get incredibly drunk at parties, Suguru would carry you on his back, little snores escaping your mouth every so often as Satoru stumbled behind. He couldn’t help but glare daggers into the back of your head, kicking rocks on the sidewalk, hands shoved deep into his pockets as his shoulders sagged with his overwhelming jealousy. That should be him. He can’t help but remember all the times Suguru had done the same for him, throwing his lanky body over his back, Satoru’s long legs poking out awkwardly from Suguru’s smaller frame, a smile plastered on his face as if Satoru couldn’t possibly be an inconvenience. He remembers how his hair smelled and how his nose fit perfectly into the crook of Suguru’s neck. Instead of enjoying the physical embodiment of warmth and comfort that was Suguru, he was stumbling behind, cold and alone, while you nuzzled into the crook of Sugurus neck, lips brushing his skin while you whispered drunken sweet nothings into the porcelain expanse of skin.

Satoru hated you. He hated how your small hand fit so perfectly in Suguru’s, your smaller hand being engulfed almost entirely by Suguru’s comfortably worn hands, your digits curled perfectly around his, tracing feather-light shapes into his skin. Most importantly, he hated how it made him question how he might fit instead. Would Suguru's larger hand slide half as perfectly with his long ivory digits, or would his hand slip, his fingers sitting at an awkward length, palms sweaty, and hands shaking?

He hated you and was sure of it, just as he was certain he loved Suguru. He loved how his hair looked first thing in the morning, uncharacteristically disheveled as he made his way to the kitchen on socked feet, steps heavy with sleep while he rubbed his eyes clear of sleep. He loved how he looked making his tea in the morning, sweat pants hanging dangerously low as Satoru tried his best not to stare at the way his back muscles flexed and protruded as he reached for the large white mug on the top shelf, stained on the inside from overuse that he refused to replace because “it’s my favorite.” He loved the way Suguru would place a hair tie between his teeth before collecting the unruly mess of hair between his hands, throwing it up in a messy bun because he simply couldn’t be bothered to do his hair this early in the morning.

He hated you, hated that you got to see this every day. You would probably stumble down shortly after, clad in Suguru’s shirt that is comically large on you, teetering over to him on exhausted feet, getting up on the balls of your feet to place a fleeting kiss below Suguru’s sunken eyes as he chuckles to himself about your rat's nest of a hair due before reaching into the cabinet for another mug. Yeah, Satoru hated you.

But

Something about how you’re curled up, engulfed by Suguru’s worn-out crew neck, in a room better described as a time capsule, layers of dust accumulated over these lonely ten years. Your cheeks are red and tear-stained, your hair disheveled, and your hands pulled close to your face with a black hair tie wrapped snugly around your wrist. Even in sleep, your face is contorted by this palpable pain. You embodied Satoru’s heart, clenched tight in pain and sorrow, melting into the mattress with the weight of your love.

Satoru is frozen in place for a moment, his eyes glossy, shallow breaths escaping his lips as his brows furrow, and he stares endlessly. Why were you here? You shouldn’t be here. You don’t belong in this sanctuary of unrequited love and boyish days spent together. You look so painfully out of place, unkempt in a perfectly tidy room save for the sand of time resting on the surfaces. A stack of books sits on the desk to your left, with a bookmark shoved in haphazardly. At this Satoru realizes you must have been coming here too, spending your lonely waking hours surrounded by the memories of everything that should have been. He’s sat in that same spot, his much larger body sprawled out messily while staring at those same books. How did he not notice it before? Now he pictures you in here, alone, curled up in the corner, book in hand, turning the yellowed pages delicately as if they might crumble beneath your small hand, chewing absentmindedly on the skin of your lips as a furrow begins to form on your brow.

With a heavy sigh, he shuffles over the mattress, letting it sink with the weight of his own heart, and places an unsteady hand on your back that goes unnoticed by you in this exhausted state. Feeling your heart pound under his shaky fingers, Satoru begins to weep. He’s not sure why now; maybe it was because he knew you would feel the same, that you would understand him. A single hand reaches up to hide his face, overwhelmed with grief and embarrassment, as guttural sobs escape his lips. Your frame begins to stir underneath him, and he can’t bring himself to care; bringing his other hand to his face, he finds himself sobbing much louder, pulling at the ends of his hair and curling up on himself as if this action would cause the aching in his chest to subside. He’s not sure when it happens, but you sit up, placing a single shaky hand on his much larger back as it wracks with grief. His cries become silent screams, and he begins to pull at his hair, sniffling and hiccuping uncontrollably violently. He doesn’t know why, but when you embrace him with tears of your own, he can’t help the way his head falls into your chest, his snot covering Suguru’s sweater, long slender fingers are slowly pried away from his hair, and instead find purchase on the front of guru’s sweater, pulling at the fabric to cover his egregious display of grief. He sits like this for a while, crying until he physically can’t anymore; no more tears will fall, and he feels as if he can’t breathe, head pounding immensely in a rhythmic pattern. His head is nearly empty, too tired to form any more thoughts, eyelids growing heavy when he realizes your tiny, delicate hands are carding through his hair as you let out soft, shaky sobs of his own. Maybe he’s a horrible person, but he finds himself inching closer to you, engulfing your much smaller frame with his tall, lanky body until you both lie back on the bed, wordlessly embracing one another. Satoru hates you, but now, feeling small in the expanse of your arms, the last living piece of the love of his life, he thinks maybe he doesn’t hate you.

#satoru #gojo x reader #gojo angst #satosugu #satoru x reader #suguru x reader #jjk suguru #geto suguru #getou suguru x reader #jjk gojo #gojo saturo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #suguru x y/n #geto angst #satoru angst

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monster-disaster · 11 months

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[orc] Rakar Iron - 1/3

orc!Rakar Iron x human!Reader - 1/3 Good to know: there will be no smut in Rakar's story

Summary: You move back to Ironridge, and Rakar is there to help you.

The sun is bright and warm at the top of the clear blue sky. White clouds linger above the forest surrounding Ironridge. Lush trees and dark evergreens bask under the sunlight. Your hometown barely changed since you packed your things and moved to the city. The tall mountains welcome you with familiarity and comfort. The main street is as loud and busy with the park and market in the center as every Saturday. You recognize the bakery at the corner and your favorite coffee shop on the other side of the park. Your mind fills with memories, and you can't help but smile. Even after finding a job in the city and almost marrying the wrong guy, Ironridge still feels like home.

Rakar is already waiting for you when you arrive. He stands tall and broad on the terrace of his house. The black jeans he wears stretch on his muscular legs, and the matching shirt barely hide the tattoos all over his light green skin. The sides of his head are shaved with a long braid in the middle. His smile is crooked and boyish because of the one tusk that broke in half when he first got his motorcycle. The other one glints with a gold hoop around the base.

You met the orc when you were kids, and he cried after his mother on the first day in kindergarten. You comforted him, and he has been a part of your life ever since. You were there when he was a clingy little boy with a high voice and too much mischief. You watched him go through his lanky teenage years when his limbs were too long, and his heart was too vulnerable. You supported him when he found his passion for bikes and cars and got his first job in a mechanic shop.

"Oh, look, a stranger!" He is at your door with a few long steps. His arms curl around your torso the moment you step out of the car. His embrace is warm and steady. "You saw me at my family's Christmas party," you roll your eyes. Your words are muffled by his shoulder. "When you had a fiancé and a job." A grimace contorts your face as you step back from his hug. "Don't even remind me." "Well, I'm happy you are home again. I missed you." "Thank you again for letting me stay," you say while watching him take out your things from the backseat. "Moving back to my parents would be too awkward." Rakar laughs. "Yeah, your mother teaches yoga in your room." "I know. I had to sleep on the mats when I came home to visit." The young orc's laugh gets louder. His voice booms in the quiet neighborhood. "They must be happy you are back." "They don't even try to hide it." Your dad didn't even try to hide his happiness when you told him about your breakup. They always imagined you would end up with Rakar.

Ridiculous. Right?

Right?

In your mind, your best friend is still a too-tall, too-clumsy teenager, so whenever you see him as a young man, he is now a shock to your system. He is not as broad as his brothers but tall and lean with muscles and strength.

He takes your bags inside the house with ease while you follow him upstairs to the guest room. "This is your room," he says, dropping everything on the bed. "You can do whatever you want with it." "You know I don't plan to stay for long," you tell him, looking over the white walls and matching furniture. Rakar shrugs. "You stay as long as you want to." The orc missed you much more than you think. When you told him you planned to move back to town after your breakup, he was too happy. "Thank you." "I will let you rest a bit," he says. "I thought we could watch a movie and eat pizza later? Like we used to." "It sounds great, Rakar."

Moving back to your hometown is easier than you thought it would. Your parents are happy you are close to them again, and the others welcome you with open arms. You get your job back in the restaurant where you worked as a teenager. It's a huge step back in your career, but you don't feel so bad about it. You liked working there back then, and surprisingly, you still enjoy it.

"What can I get you?" You ask the tall orc sitting next to the window. He looks almost comical at the small table in his motorbike gear with the pretty, vintage decorations around him. "What do you have?" He grins. "I have a menu," you roll your eyes in answer, pushing the thin book in front of him. The corners of your lips twitch at his obvious amusement. "Charlie!" Rakar shouts after you before you can disappear into the kitchen. When you turn back, his grin widens. "What about drinks?"

Seeing you in the dark jeans and the bright pink shirt with the restaurant's logo on it reminds him of the days when your hair was dyed purple and your braces matched in color, and he came in to eat every day just to spend some time with you.

You and Rakar fall into a comfortable rhythm as you learn how to live with each other.

"So, it's like a gang?" You ask, smirking. You already know the answer. His cheeks darken. "Not in a bad way, you know? We just like bikes and…" He shrugs. Of course, it's not a gang. Rakar is a good boy. Always have been. You can't imagine him going around town and causing trouble. His brothers would kill him so their ma wouldn't have to. "I'm happy you found friends," you tell him. "They sound great."

You sit on the ground in the mechanic shop where he works. The garage door is wide open, letting in the warm summer breeze. It mixes with the scent of oil and metal that linger all around the place.

"Thanks for bringing dinner," he says, lifting the empty plastic container off his lap. He sits in front of you. His back is against the car he is currently working on. You wave him off. "This is the least I can do." Rakar wants to argue but decides against it. You have to do nothing to show your gratitude.

Rakar is just happy you are back.

The poor man has been in love with you since you left for the city, and he had to face the fact that he missed you much more than a best friend. Then, he had to watch you build your life without him. You found a job in an office and fell in love with another man. When you told him about your engagement, he was brokenhearted. He wanted to be the reason for your happiness but kept quiet instead.

And he is still quiet about it.

He has no idea what you would say, and he can't risk your friendship because of his feelings. Maybe it would be too soon. Or maybe, you don't see more in him than a friend.

"What are we watching?" You ask him one night. Rakar is already on the couch with a bowl of popcorn on his lap. The orc shakes his head. "Something about robots ruling the world." "It sounds… surprisingly boring." Rakar laughs and lets you adjust yourself in the free space next to him. His body is warm and hard next to you. "It is."

A comfortable silence falls over you, and soon, the sound of the TV turns into a background noise while both of you fall asleep in the dark living room.

When you wake up, you are lying on the couch with Rakar on top of you. A new movie plays on the TV, and the scent of popcorn still lingers in the air. You need a few seconds to recognize the weight on you as your friend. His arms are at your sides, gripping the soft fabric of your shirt. His head rests on your chest, nuzzling deeper into your cleavage. His warm breath fans over your nipple, and his thick hair tickles the curve of your neck.

Heat creeps up on your cheeks, and a shiver runs through your body as your nipples harden into small peaks under your shirt.

O-oh.

For long minutes, you are not sure what you should do. Wake him up? Let him sleep? Get up somehow? The last option is impossible. You can barely move with his weight on top of you.

You can feel Rakar moving and snuggling closer, making you forget how to breathe while you think through your options again. You could act like you are asleep. Maybe it would be the best. Just avoid the awkwardness. But before you can decide and close your eyes, the orc lifts his head and stare into your eyes silently. His dark eyes glint in the light of the TV. Your heart thuds against your ribs, and you are sure he can feel it too. "Rakar?" You find your voice after a while, but his name is barely louder than a weak whisper.

He says nothing. He just leans closer and presses his lips to yours.

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reinabeestudio · 1 year

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Damn These Bitches in Love (WIP)

I don’t know if I’ll ever finish whatever this thing is, so I’ll just offer this one scene I liked even tho is lazily written 👍 (excuse any mistakes)

Some context: takes place time after the game, Pizza Head lives with Miel (calls him Pip btw). They had a party to celebrate one of the character’s birthday or something idk :v

So yeah. Pizza Head/Miel content 🍕👑. Cheesy as hell lol

Noisette dusted off her hands after throwing out the trash into the dumpster, and grabbed the handle to go back inside with the others when she heard the restaurant’s front door open.

“Basil?”

Oh, she knew that voice. That was Miel!

Noisette peeked around the corner, and she spotted Miel and Pizza Head in front of the restaurant, her friend approaching the man resting against the wall.

“Hey, doll!” he greeted her with his usual big smile. “Great party we had there, eh?”

“Certainly. I’m surprised everyone managed to behave.”

“And I’m surprised that the weird, frog guy was the first one to fall asleep!”

Miel giggled. “Poor Bruno, he could barely keep his eyes open.”

There was a comfortable silence between them after those words. Noisette noticed her friend lightly scooted closer to him as the duo looked up at the stars above, sometimes covered by passing clouds. There was the muffled sound of the others inside the restaurant, talking.

It wasn’t exactly the quietest of conversations, which was to be expected when you had an italian man and a british guy in the same room. If Noisette paid attention, she could hear Peppino’s hand gestures.

Miel looked up at him. “Pip?”

Likewise, Pizza Head looked down at her. “Hmm?”

“Thank you for helping with the party, and also for not being bitter towards Peppino for what happened in the tower.”

Pizza Head’s smile grew. “Well, I can’t exactly blame the guy for what he did. I did have a laser threatening his whole life! I’d not be happy ‘bout that either, hah!” The guy didn’t look resentful, that’s for sure.

“And then I came along, angry as well,” she added with an amused smile.

“And then you came along....” his usual demeanor faltered for a moment as he held her hand and caressed her knuckles with a dopey smile on his face. “That was just a lucky break for me, doll.”

Noisette watched as the lanky man wrapped his free, gloved hand around her friend’s waist. Her firm grasp on the brick wall tightened when she noticed that her friend didn’t reject the gesture, although her face did redden.

“I...” she looked everywhere but at him. “... I also wanna thank you for helping me with the house, fixing things and whatnot.”

“Wow! Now, wait a minute!” he said with a raised eyebrow, half-laughing. “This is the guy who builds things that break down all the time, remember?”

“No, no, no! I like your gadgets!” She held up a placating hand. “... Well, maybe you could use some, erm.... friendly feedback during development.”

Pizza Head laughed. “I’d not mind! If you’re applying for the job.”

Noisette’s grasp on the wall was so strong that it looked like she was going to shatter the old bricks at any moment.

Pizza Head tilted his head quizzically as he leaned in closer to Miel’s face. “I’ve never seen you this close before! You got pretty eyes. Sweet as honey.”

A look of surprise crossed her face. He backed away with an awkward laugh.

“Sorry, doll. That was pretty corny, huh?”

Miel shook her head. “Not at all. Anyone would like a sweet compliment like that.” Then she booped his big nose with a smirk (which earned a little honk). “And you have pretty eyes too.”

Pizza Head gasped loudly, mocking offense. “You can’t use my own nice words against me! This isn’t UNO!”

Miel laughed. “Well, I’ll do it again! You have pretty eyes and your smile is radiant!” she said with another boop to his nose (which earned another honk).

Pizza Head looked down at her with feigned hurt, acting as he had been stabbed in the heart. “Noooooooo! You’re cheating!!!”

Miel bursted into a fit of laughter, unable to contain it after the silly display. Pizza Head started laughing cheesily not long afterwards, infected by the sound of her dorky laugh. It felt good to see her this happy, and knowing he was the cause of it.

When her bout of laughter calmed down, she spoke again. “I’ll have to do this often, then. Maybe you won’t compliment me as much that way.”

Pizza Head’s smile dropped a bit, as well as Noisette’s, who was still watching from the corner.

He hung his head in defeat. “Guess I’ll just have to learn to live with it.” Promptly he looked down at her back with that energetic glimmer in his eye. “Though I know a way of silencing you!”

“Oh, really? How so, smart guy? Gonna make me laugh with your overacting to death?”

He stopped and tapped his chin in thought. He wasn’t convincing anybody with that. “Tempting! But I had something else in mind.... ”

Noisette watched attentively as Pizza Head cupped Miel’s cheeks and leaned over. She noticed her friend was closing the distance as well, standing on her tip toes.

Their faces were only inches apart. However, the sound of a familiar voice calling for Miel made them quickly break apart from of each other, both of their faces red as tomatoes.

“Miel!” Peppino called from inside the restaurant. “Come here, I need your help with something!”

“Ah,” Miel cleared her throat. “Sure, I’ll be right there!”

Pizza Head laughed awkwardly once again. “I’ll, uh—Gonna go back home, doll. Feelin that tower fatigue creeping in.”

“Oh..... sure. Do you need me to go with you?”

“I’ll be fine, doll! You go help the big guy.”

She looked at the restaurant, then back to Pizza Head (who gave her a toothy thumps up), back to the building then back to her roommate.

Miel sighed. “Very well. I won’t take long.” Then she stood on her tip toes again, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. “Good night, Pip.”

“Good night, Miel.”

Miel kept looking back at him as she went to help her anxious friend, waving goodbye at the lanky man before she went back inside. Noisette sadly watched as he waved back and promptly sighed before he turned around and made his way back home, touching the cheek where he was kissed.

#Self Insert #My writing #pizza tower #pizza head #noisette is also there 👍 SDKLFMKLS #eccentric guy gets a bit Soft more at 9 #noisette is like. the biggest supporter of these two in-universe btw. just so yknow that (??)#crown topping content at the mystical time of -checks clock- 2.22am. woag #Yomiel (sona)

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bunnyboysrus · 11 months

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Dex Vicente Rosenhein

warnings : yandere behavior incoming but not too prevalent yet, this is more of a generic and vague introductory blurb, stalking if you squint, violence, monsters

Dex isn't the golden retriever type at first glance. First impressions are lukewarm at best, at worst it devolves into a fist fight. If you even notice him at all, he's just another quiet, bitter nerd keeping to himself in a corner, growing through middle and high school alongside you at a distance.

Dex had always been bad at socializing, and he never seemed to get better at it like his peers did. He also never cared to suck up to teachers or follow rules that he found inconvenient or boring, so he was offered no protection from the school's faculty when his smart mouth and short fuse got him into trouble with his fellow students, which was often.

Skipping school and constant fighting was only barely tolerable, but like some kinda 80's kid he wore skates everywhere he could get away with it, which is most places when you don't care too much about getting in trouble. Whether you noticed him much or not in middle and high school, or maybe even tried to get to know him (if you were hoping to upset your parents it would have worked), he disappeared from school without so much as a goodbye or forwarding address.

It isn't until years later that you encounter him again in college, the slouched, lanky figure topped by a pair of tall, ivory horns that occasionally flash with electric sparks of blue is hard to forget. For someone who tries so desperately to blend into the background, how starkly he stands out both in height and appearance is one of the biggest inconveniences of his life.

Dex seems startled when you approach to say hi and catch up; he's the only person from your high school you've seen here and you're curious as to whether the rumors that circulated about him having been expelled have any merit. Surprisingly he doesn't seem as apprehensive to your attention as you remember him being, and he's amiable enough to disclose that he moved after the death of a family member (but not much else).

You see him around a lot more in college then you did in high school, you share a few classes, have the same free time and tend to study or hang out in the same places. He's still bad at socializing, but it's clear that he's at least trying with you, however awkward the results may be. If you're not perceptive enough to see the subtle shift in his expression that softens his eyes when he looks at you, the sparks that run up his horns are a more obvious tell.

College life continues in a steady pace of study, leisure and youthful amounts of partying (which is to say, a surplus). Another surprise comes in finding out that Dex also frequents these parties despite his aggressively introverted nature. It's at one such party in the late fall, right on the cusp of becoming winter when the air is chilly but not yet biting, when he comes up to greet you where you are idling by the makeshift bar. His ice blue eyes glow intensely under the colorful strobing lights overhead, and his gaze feels more piercing than usual. If you had to hazard a guess, the red cup in his hand is likely far from his first. He isn't tripping over himself in a joyful stupor or letting the booze make his mouth run, but he's looser, relaxed and boldened enough to let his gaze wander over your face and hold your gaze freely when normally he seems physically incapable of looking you in the eye.

He's pulled away by friends after a bit, leaving you in the crowd. You're considering going for another drink when you're almost knocked off balance by a toweringly tall figure bumping into you from behind; you almost expect it to be Dex again, but instead a much burlier man is there, eyeing you very brazenly. His apology is an insincere attempt at a pickup which you're quick to reject; the douchiness just oozes off of him in waves. He's pushy, but eventually leaves, glowering at you in a way that gives you the slightest of chills.

The encounter just ruined the whole party for you honestly, so you call it a night. It's a bit earlier than you would normally leave but the night is not young by any means and the temperature shows it. The party was held in one of the college neighborhoods just outside the campus itself so walking back to your dorm was the obvious choice in your state. You tuck your coat tighter around you and start the trek.

As your set your slightly inebriated pace, you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. As the walk drags on, the rustling of leaves in the wooded strip across from the row of houses you're walking in front of feels less like wind and more like something malicious, following you, waiting for... For what, you couldn't be sure, considering you've been well and truly alone and defenseless for the past five minutes at least.

As if prompted by your thoughts, a low growl rumbles out from the trees, shadows obscuring the source until it steps closer; an impossibly huge wolf is prowling towards you with teeth bared. Other than being at least three times bigger than wolves are supposed to be, there's something unsettlingly human in the hatred in its eyes. Your eyes are locked together, the tension in the air keening until its broken by the wolf snapping at you and surging forward.

You startle, trying to push your shaking limbs to movement but between the shock and alcohol, you only manage to fling yourself onto the ground, just barely out of the way of the wolf as it tears through the space with murderous intent. It whips around, another growl making the air shake; there's no way you'll be able to get away a second time. It moves slower this time, relishing in seeing you trembling on the ground below it, its fangs drip as its mouth opens to sink into your neck-

A brilliant blue light suddenly fills the street alongside a violent crackling sound. The wolf above you jerks and screeches out a whimper of pain as it convulses and falls to its side, disoriented but not incapacitated. You take the opportunity to scramble to your feet and take off; a chance to live has been presented and like hell you'll waste it. Behind you, you hear a snarl and the sound of paws bigger than your head pounding against the pavement after you. You risk a look over your shoulder just as a second figure, this one definitely human, rushes from seemingly out of nowhere and tackles the thing away from you, even with a size difference equivalent to that of a rat and cat. The blue light from before flashes again, and you turn your head back to keep from being blinded, the last thing you see before you sprint around the corner that puts you in sight of your dorm building is the tall, shadowed silhouette of a man with tall, pale horns.

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i said forever ago i would start writing on here and i turned out to be a big fat liar, so heres my first try, more to come, suggestions and questions welcome ywy

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere scenarios #tw yandere #yandere x you #honestly ive never posted writings online before so im sfjhskfhskh #dex oc

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spxllcxstxr · 3 years

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Four’s a Party • The Marauders

(Gif not mine)

Request: Hello ❤️! Can I have an imagine of poly! Maurauders x gryffindor!reader where you are also a maurauder and you guys are just in a cuddle puddle platonically at first but then they look like they are holding something back so you ask them what wrong and they bring up about wanting to be in a relationship together and you just ask them how long have they been thinking this and they answer since 4th year and you agree to be in a relationship with all of them and you are all just happy together? Thank you! —anon

Summary: Building a blanket fort with your boys leads to a confession

Warnings: title makes it sound suggestive, it’s only fluff I promise, Poly!marauders

Word Count: 884

A.N: Um, sorry this is so short. The last time I confessed to my crush it was the summer before eighth grade and over text and she dumped me like a week later...so this is kinda bad. I’m so sorry. I do, however, like how I wrote Sirius. So that’s a plus. Love you all ❤️

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There are plenty of advantages of having your three best friends share a dorm room.

One of which includes the reason why three sets of blankets, pillows, and sheets are sprawled out on the floor in the center of the room. Blanket forts were much easier to build when all the material was in one spot already.

Remus and James, the taller of the four of you, attempt to hang up the white sheets for the roof. James’ glasses are askew and practically sliding off of his nose while the tip of Remus’ tongue sticks out from the side in concentration.

You try to fluff the pillows for the inside, but since James always brings so many pillows from his own bed back home, your arms quickly begin to tire.

Sticking your head out from the lopsided makeshift threshold, you glance around for Sirius. You find him lounging on his stripped down bed, casually twirling his wand between his fingers.

“Oi! You going to help us anytime soon, Sirius?” You call out, eyes narrowing at his relaxed figure.

He perks up from his position to look at you. “I’m manning the music, (Y/n).”

“The record player isn’t even on, dumbarse.” You scoff, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, well—“

“Y’know, if you aren’t gonna help, I’m not going to let you into our fort.” You tease smugly.

This grabs his attention as he jumps up from his bed, the wand between his fingers ceasing it’s twirl.

“C’mon, that’s unfair! I’m no architect!” He juts his bottom lip out in a pout, grey eyes widening in an attempt to guilt trip you.

“‘I’m no architect!” You mock, rolling your eyes in the process.

“Moony...” Sirius whines childishly, stomping over to Remus, breaking his concentration. “(Y/n)’s being mean...”

You shuffle out from the fort enough to see Sirius hanging off of the lanky boy, cheek pressed into his shoulder. Remus brings up a hand, running his fingers through Sirius’ long curls.

“She’s got a point, Pads. If you don’t start fluffin’ pillows we might ban you from the fort.” Remus shrugs, adjusting one of the corners with James.

“Fine...” Sirius groans. “But only because I love you.”

He drags his body into the fort, practically beating up the pillows next to you.

“I’m James Potter.” He mimics in a high pitched voice under his breath. “And I need eight fucking pillows for my twin sized mattress.”

You bury your head into one of the pillows to stifle your giggle. Sirius’ smile grows wider at the sound.

“Rich boy Potter—“

“Done!” James calls out, clapping his hands in the process. “So you two better scooch over and make room for us.”

The floorboards had been covered with the soft burgundy and blankets, making it actually bearable to sit on the floor.

James and Remus crouch, crawling into the small space. The pillows are clustered near the center so you flop down onto them, curling around a strong arm.

“Comfortable, love?”

Your eyes slide up to see Sirius’ shit eating grin.

“Very.” You snuggle closer to him, James’ shoulder pressing into your shoulder blades. You hear Remus hum contently from the other side of Sirius.

It’s certainly quiet. The only thing you can hear is the four of you breathing and the sound of fabric rubbing together. It’s odd.

Usually the four of you would be laughing your asses off and gossiping about classes, so this awkward silence is killing you.

“Are you guys alright?” You ask into the void.

It’s quiet for a few seconds before you hear Remus sigh. “Well...”

You detach yourself from Sirius, picking yourself up to get the three of them in view.

Their shoulders are pressed closer together, almost avoiding your gaze entirely.

“We’ve been friends for quite some time and the three of us were wondering...” James starts, playing with his glasses. It’s a habit of him, that’s for sure. Trying to straighten out his glasses though they always end up tilting to the left each time.

You watch them closely, biting your lip in anticipation. You have an idea where this is heading, but you don’t want to get your hopes up.

“What Jamesie here is trying to say is that we were wondering if you would like to join our little...relationship.” Sirius interjects bluntly. He shrugs at the end like he isn’t practically ripping feathers out of one of James’ expensive pillows.

Your mouth hangs open a bit in surprise. “Are you guys for real?”

“We’ve been talking about this for a while.” Remus slides his palm over to your knee, warmth blooming underneath. “You’ve always been more than just a friend to us, (Y/n).”

“How long have you guys felt like this?” You ask, dropping a hand on top of Remus’. You watch the tips of his ears turn pink.

“Since we got together.” James admits. “But we were trying to figure out a relationship with just three people that we just weren’t ready for a fourth.”

“But we’re ready now!” Sirius exclaims. “If you want to, of course.” He continues plucking brown feathers from the pillow. James takes his hand away, trying to calm his nerves. Fingers interlace in a way Sirius is able to tap the back of hand instead.

“Merlin, I’ve fancied you guys since like fourth year! Of course I want to!” You chuckle, cheeks hurting from your constant smile.

The three of them light up as you tackle them back into the pillows, laughter loud in the confined space.

You cuddle up to them, somehow able to have each of them within your grasp at all times.

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#the marauders #the marauders x reader #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #the Marauders fluff #the marauders imagine #the Marauders blurb

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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was thinking for toms most recent ig story it sounds like hes working out early everyday, what if u did a blurb where the reader does it with his and its like best friend --> something else ? sounded like a you type of story, id love if you gave it a go ❤️💕

oohkay so sorry this lit just came through this evening and I suddenly got v stupidly into it (if u put in a req before that I promise I am working on it I just got way to invested cos this is stupidly cute) xxxx

summary: what starts off as tom taking you under his wing and some sunrise workouts together might just develop into something more

“It shouldn’t be legal…. to be doing anything… this fucking early!” Spoken, well yelled, in between the fake strokes of the exercise bike and your pants. All you got in response was the two men laughing at you, no sign of sympathy at all, as your gritted your teeth - fighting against every body instinct to stop the movements. Your heart was pumping like the clappers; breathing shallow and rushed and your arms… your arms felt like they were about to fall off. Combine that with the lack of sleep from waking up before the sun did at 5 am - meant you felt like your were in literal hell. ��

Why ever you’d agreed to do these workouts with Tom and Duffy escaped you. Being the new and rising actress, with a new supporting role in the next Spiderman, meant you’d spent a lot of time with Tom over the past few weeks. Not to inflate his ego either, but Tom had been a real life hero to you. See, you were the complete opposite of his experienced and seasoned professionalism - this was your first acting gig. And what a gig it was, the second biggest part in a Marvel movie. You never really believed you’d get the part and even when you did, were pretty sure it was some elaborate joke, where Ant and Dec were going to jump out from some corner and go ‘ha its a prank!’ or something.

Yet somehow it was all still happening, you had been flown halfway across the world to spend three months alone on a film set. Well obviously not alone, but you knew no one - you were a complete outsider. That, really, was the reason you’d agreed to do these sessions with Tom. He’d offered half heartedly while between takes as you were moaning about how out of breath you got in that scene. At that point, you’d only known each other for a matter of weeks, he really hadn’t expected you to commit to 5 am each and every morning. What he wasn’t aware of though, was how ocmplerly stranded and lonely you felt here, hence why you jumped at his offer.

And yes you loved to moan and complain when you were there, however you were also so incredibly thankful he ever offered. Duffy, Tom’s PT, was a right laugh too and he took great joy in torturing you - and was also entertained by the new and inventive ways you’d insult him after he ordered you about.

“Come on Y/n, 200m more and then we are done, even your little arms can survive that.”

“Really … not the encouragement… I was looking for.” Still panting, face bright red and blotchy as you pressed your legs straight again.

“Tom? You wanna help Y/n out?”

“Nah you know… kind of enjoying seeing her in pain.” The British voice laughed from somewhere behind you, making you roll your eyes.

“Why the hell… are you not… torturing him?” He sounded way to comfortable and relaxed to be working hard.

“He’s got a stunt heavy day today so wanted to go easy this morning.”

Now that was a bloody joke. You were BOTH filming the SAME scene today, doing the SAME stunts.

“Did I forget to mention Y/n is on set too?” The joy in Tom’s voice made you want to do horrible things to him. Even though you felt like you wanted to collapse on the floor, you’d happily do a set or two on a punch bag right now - if that punch bag was Tom’s face.

Before you could hurl some fresh abuse at your costar, Duffy called time on the rowing machine, turning the display off and passing your water bottle over as you slouched on the slidey seat.

“Done good Y/n/n, I am actually super impressed with your progress” The stocky man patted you on the back genuinely, bringing a bit of smile to your otherwise grimacing face. He went over the chat to Tom about some boy shit that you couldn’t care less about, allowing you a couple minutes to get your breath back. As soon as you did and tried to dismount the machine of death, your ruined legs seemed to have other plans, shakily buckling so you ended up starfished on the floor, groaning at the dull ache that came with the sudden movement.

And what show of concern did Duffy show you? A belly laugh that echoed round Toms indoor gym making you groan again, throwing your forearm over your eyes. It was in fact the curly haired brunette, who came and knelt by your side, wordlessly balling up the towel and placing it under your head as you shot your eyes open in shock.

“You okay? Sorry… I might’ve taken our friendly competition a bit too far.”

“I just… just might have to gain the power of flight this afternoon cos my legs aren’t gonna bloody work.” Tom chuckled and shook his head at your dry humour.

“Oh I’m sure we can talk to Jon and get that arranged… not like Marvel don’t spend years crafting the script and storyline for a newbie actor to change it all.”

“Might I remind you… they wouldn’t have to if your weren’t such a dickhead!” You exclaimed, sitting up and staring at him with an exasperated look than only made him burst out laughing again.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry… I just cant take you seriously when you look like such a tomato!” His voice went an octave higher as he laughed at himself, the situation getting even worse for you when you heard Duffy join in too.

The boy was bloody lucky you couldn’t lift your arms right now, otherwise they’s almost certainly be attempting to ruin his pretty boy face.

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After a long day of shooting you and Tom were in one of the set buggies, being taken back to your trailers to change for the evening. There was a peaceful silence until Tom ruined it yet again.

“ Got any fancy plans for this evening then?”

“Well you know me, back to my lonely little old place and frozen pizza - so living the movie star life.”

“It’s a Friday! You not going out with your team or anything?” He sounded so bemused at your quiet plans, and mention of a ‘team’ had you cocking your head to the side.

“‘My team?’ Tom until I get my movie star pay check I can barely afford my pizzas, never mind a whole persons wage.” You were still only three weeks into filming and although you spent an hour every other morning sweating your ass off with Tom - apart from that you’d tried not to impose yourself on him too much. You didnt want to look clingy and naturally Tom always had a mountain of people vying for his attention - you would go to the back of a long line. So honestly, you were still a bit of a mystery to him, right now you’d both only scratched the surface on each other.

“Really? I know this is your first big job but I thought you’d have someone here?”

“Nah… I mean I’ve kinda clung to the Marty on the camera crew but he’s going to see family tonight sooo.”

“Come back to mine. I’ve swapped Harry for his twin Sam, which is a bit of an upgrade cos Sam’s a chef. He just arrived last night. I bet he can one up any pizza you were planning on.”

“Honestly I don’t want to impose, sorry I didnt mean for this to be a pity party or-“ The buggy slowed to a stop and Tom instantly vaulted out of it, standing right infront of you and blocking you exist off the back sofa. Both of you were still in costume, Tom in latex and you in your corset-esque two piece, but then both wrapped in matching long line black jackets supplied by set.

“No come on I’m serious… Sam’s dying to meet you and it’d be good to spend more time together. You know, cos of chemistry and all.” The last bit was a switch from his cool and smooth, normally easy going tone - into something a bit more… anxious? Just like that, before your brain even knew what it was doing, you agreed, smiling broadly and nodding.

So barely an hour later, you were knocking on the doors to Tom’s mansion-ish rented Atlanta home which was much much more grand than what the studio had arranged for you. Even though you were here most mornings, this time it felt different. Yeh it was stupid, but you can’t help the way you feel and you were stressed. For no real reason… just, just because.

Thankfully, it wasn’t awkward at all and you especially instantly hit it off with his younger brother Sam. Everything just felt easy and simple which meant so much more considering you’d felt so isolated an alone halfway across the world for your home comforts. Being British too, simply chatting to the two young men about your hometown and growing up was just so familiar, it really helped you feel less homesick. Naturally too, you’d fallen into a casual and friendly ribbing of Tom with Sam, making the three of you spend to majority of the evening cracking up (or in Tom’s case pouting at the abuse). It was a nice change from the two on one attack you got from Tom and Duffy that morning. You’d all cooked dinner together… well no, you and Tom had stood idly watching Sam cook an amazing chicken curry dish - which he promised to give you the recipe too. Honestly Sam felt like your long lost best friend, especially when it came to your shared ability to berate Tom for anything and everything.

About an hour ago Tom had stuck on the film, effectively shutting up you and Sam - thankfully for him since Sam was just about to get to some rather embarrassing stories of Tom as a kid. You and Tom were on the longer grey sofa; with Sam sat the other side of the coffee table in an impressively soft armchair - looking as though it was swallowing the lanky boy. The calm, the silence and the comfort was only going to go one way for you though. After your workout this morning, plus all the running and jumping during the shoot, after what had already been a pretty intense week, it was hardly surprising that you didn’t even notice yourself drifting off the sleep.

Who did notice though? Perhaps your brown haired costar who’d been stealing glances across to you ever since the movie had been put on? Because as much as he hated to admit it to himself, this didnt seem to be panning out as a normal job. A normal job is something you put your all into, for a couple weeks, and then leave with good memories and a good pay check. Yes, he had only known your for a matter of weeks or so but it already seemed to be unfathomable to cut ties with you. How would he go without your kind mannered abuse everyday? You were just refreshing, new and mysterious. And Tom was more than intrigued, his interest was peaked.

And it was stupid to feel like that…. Of course it was. You can’t fancy a colleague because things get complicated and awkward. Tom knew that.

Then why was he now delicately draping a blanket over your frame and smiling smally when you hummed in your sleep, in what seemed to be a show of appreciation for the layer of warmth?

Because you were his excited puppy of a costar who is giving everything she has for the job? Because he is worried and wants to look after you? Because he cares?

No matter why, in that moment you were contented and as was Tom. Oh and Sam?

Sam saw the tell tale signs in his brother. He saw the way Tom had been touching your arm or the small of your back just a little more than what would be considered normal while he’d been cooking. He’d seen the way Tom had been laughing purely because you had. His eldest brother never did anything rash, it was always a painfully slow process for everyone involved. But Sam thought this just might be the start of something. The start of a slow burn.

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tomholland #Tom Holland angst #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland x you #sam holland

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cno-inbminor · 4 years

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a/n: drabble dump for our boy kuroo -- i love him loads and think about him endlessly. i also apologize beforehand for the awkward ending bc i’m terrible at ending things. hope you all enjoy! gonna go knock back a melatonin and sleep my wooziness away

w/c: ~2.4k; some angst, fluff, mentions of alcohol

you’re avoiding tetsurou, and he’s keen on figuring out why. college!au, friends to lovers.

“you’re not as slick as you think, y’know.”

instantly, a shiver creeps up your spine, electrifying you in quick, tiny bursts. those eight, nine words were more than enough to let you know who was standing behind you, peering over your shoulder in an effort to catch your gaze. his voice made your heart clench and lungs fight for oxygen – you begin to curse the high, intellectual level of tetsurou’s observational skills. you just wanted to make it another day without seeing his face outside of class, opting more for longer walks and just looking back to see the back of his stylishly mussed hair in the far distance. it frustrates you how much you’ve used the word ‘infuriating’ when it comes to him, but there’s no other better word you can think of without having to consult the thesaurus.

you have a few seconds to dart your eyes around, desperately searching for a way to escape. your productivity typically thrives within the library, but he’s always there, so with lots of pleading and promises of baked goods and decent coffee, you were able to borrow a close friend’s ID, a graduate student, and access the graduate resource room in a less traveled hallway. and in the expanse of that area, you’ve tucked yourself away into the back corner behind some shelves where almost no one visits. but it leaves you cornered and vulnerable – no matter which direction, in combination with his long legs, tetsurou would catch up to you in a heartbeat. you thought you had finally found a way to permanently escape his grasp, but apparently not.

much like you, he’s not supposed to be able to access this area. after all, you’re both senior undergrads so –

“how did you get in here?” you quietly hiss. you’re pretty sure you’d be booted out if you made any sound above 15 decibels, and you’re not about to let tetsurou ruin this haven for you.

there’s a rustle of clothing, a hand that rests on the back of your seat, and the hairs on the nape of your neck spike, before a delicate whisper informs, “you’re not the only one with grad student friends, love.”

if you weren’t so focused on keeping yourself rigid, body absolutely understanding of the effect that this man has on you, you definitely would’ve shivered from the proximity. but the gentleness in his tone sends you back to three weeks ago – you’re no longer under a fluorescent light tucked between cream-colored walls, but rather basked in a somewhat garish hue of crimson. your veins were tinged with alcohol, the substance leaving you feeling like you were on clouds, a silly smile breaking across your face uncontrollably. other bodies surrounded you but the only one you were focused on was the one in front of you, following your swaying movements to the beat of the music coming through someone’s speakers. even in the warmth of the house, tetsurou’s hands on your waist seared your skin, branding the feeling on you for eternity. his eyes twinkled with apparent affection, unbridled and screaming at you for you to understand the line he wanted to so desperately cross, that the alcohol pushed it behind his efforts to deny himself the one thing he’s been searching for in all these years.

“i’m a little drunk, but fuck, you have no idea how bad i wanna kiss you,” he had murmured just loud enough into your ear, then ghosting his lips over the shell of it. everything around you dissolved into a blur as you could only focus on his breaths and the tightening of his grasp on you. his confession wasn’t completely unwarranted – not at all.

tetsurou and you had met in the quantitative analysis lab freshman year, having been assigned as partners for the semester just by how the ta’s drew the seating chart. he was a friendly, kind soul – had saved your ass multiple times from overshooting your titrations, prevented multiple beakers and graduated cylinders from falling over, always down to compare numbers to help ensure that neither of you were fucking up too hard.

coincidentally, the two of you were registered to the same ochem lab the next year and immediately gravitated towards each other, grateful to find some familiarity in all the anxiety. he witnessed your breakdown mid-lab, did his best to comfort you and salvage your sample so there was enough for recrystallization because you somehow got landed with a shitty, leaking separatory funnel, and stayed back with you when you had fallen behind in the cleanup process. from then on, it was a weekly habit to study together and work on your lab journals and reports together, not taking long to become close friends.

tetsurou did his best to keep his growing feelings at bay, knowing that you had explicitly mentioned swearing off relationships as you tried to figure out your future first. he wasn’t oblivious enough to think that you didn’t feel anything for him whatsoever – you were stubborn and tenacious at best. the house party at miya atsumu’s was simply a suggestion for the both of you to relax after a brutal midterm in your inorganic chemistry course, to let loose and treat yourself. he really hadn’t meant to say what he said, but just looked so good, so lovely and beautiful and enthralling, and you were looking at him like he hung the stars and moon in the sky – he knows he’s sent that same look to you multiple times when you weren’t looking, completely sober and unfazed.

he couldn’t stop himself from leaning close into you that night and you hadn’t stopped in – he knows he should’ve resisted, but feeling your soft lips against his was easily one of the top ten highlights of his college career, and his love for you only surged beyond his hold, overwhelming him to the point where all he could think about was nothing but holding your cheek in the palm of his hand so he could get a better angle and let himself indulge just this once.

that’s all it was – kissing and kissing in the middle of the makeshift dancefloor until there was no more oxygen left in either of your lungs. like a decent human being, he dropped you off at your apartment and bid you goodnight, hoping that you wouldn’t forget all the events that had transpired. and maybe, just maybe, he wished that you would let it happen again, that you could make him the exception in your plans.

evidently, you did remember it, because suddenly your responses to his texts were delayed and dry. you were picking up extra shifts, showing up to class at the very last minute, and leaving as soon as the professor dismissed you, allowing practically no room for him to make small talk. and while he would usually pass you in the halls of the chem building at some point, you were always too far from him and scurrying away in a different direction. tetsurou did his best to give you your space, but the less he saw of you, the more nervous and frustrated he grew. there was a wrench thrown into his daily routine, and your presence had always managed to bring some peace to him. so when he realized that you had truly abandoned your usual study spot in the library a week and a half later, he set himself on a mission to find out exactly where you were hiding.

it honestly had been sheer luck that he saw your figure ducking around into a hallway he’s never bothered to go down, and by the time he caught up, the door to the graduate resource room had just closed on your and there was no way he could get in without some help. luckily, his mentor who had stayed at the university for their phd was pretty nonchalant about letting him borrow it for a few days, preferring to study at home or in a coffee shop off-campus themselves.

he knew that since you were hiding, you were probably going to be in the most inconspicuous spot possible. so while there was some time dedicated to navigating the new maze of an area, he immediately felt a sense of relief when he saw your back hunched over your notes, hair tied up into a messy bun, and your laptop open with a spotify playlist.

after you’re done reminiscing, you begin to pack your stuff up, opting to just nor respond to tetsurou and ignoring the pleasant sensation that his term of endearment for you brought. he pulls back and stands straight to give you some room, but the tapping of his foot against the tile floor speaks to his blooming agitation at your silence. you’re still wordless as you weave between the shelves to the exit, knowing that the man plaguing your dreams is not far behind. the game of ‘follow the leader’ (or is it ‘cat and mouse’?) continues until you both have exited the main door, and right before you can walk down the granite steps, tetsurou seizes the opportunity to run ahead of you and stand in your way.

“tetsu, please,” you sigh, avoiding his piercing stare by fiddling with the sleeves of your jacket. “is there something you need?”

“you can’t play coy with me,” he chastises, bending down slightly in hopes that you’ll finally look at him. “you know why i’m here.”

it’s a bad habit of yours to nibble on the inside of your lips when you’re searching for the right things to say. tetsurou only picked up on it just last year – the action itself is very subtle to the outside viewer, and he hadn’t been paying close enough attention back then. “don’t bullshit me right now.”

“do we have to do this now?” you whine a bit.

“yes, or else i’m never gonna get you to talk to me. come on, you don’t do this, love.”

“what do you mean?”

“you’re running away. that’s pretty cowardly, don’t you think? you’ve had 3 weeks—”

you start to walk forward and around his tall, lanky figure. “i’m not humoring you with this—”

“with what—”

“—you’re doing that provoking thing, you’re trying to get me to think that i’m wrong in avoiding you—”

“so you have been avoiding me—”

“i said not now!” you protest in a raised voice, path once again blocked. tears of frustration are beginning to build in the corners of your eyes, and you’re cursing yourself for feeling so weak in this moment. part of you wants nothing more than to run into his arms.

it’s dead quiet for a few seconds – the ambient noise of the wind and the occasional passing car this late at night fail to make themselves known over the pounding of blood in your ears. only tetsurou’s first knuckle underneath your chin to raise you up grounds you, and you can no longer avoid his gaze. small crests of guilt wash over you as you recognize the uncharacteristic brokenness in his eyes – the last three weeks must’ve been much harder on him than you thought.

“just hear me out for a few minutes, okay? you can make your decision then.”

he takes your nod as a signal to continue, but also softening a bit at how nervous you look.

“i’m in love with you,” he softly confesses, a smile of defeat gracing his complexion. “and i have been for a while. i don’t think i’m bullshitting when i say i think you feel something for me, too, but i knew it wasn’t in your plans. didn’t wanna push or force you into making a decision when you weren’t ready. so i held back – but i couldn’t help it at the party, and…i’m sorry, love. i really am.”

tetsurou doesn’t miss the flash of hurt that crosses your eyes. “so does that mean you regret it?” you bite out, nails clenching and digging into the fabric of your jacket sleeves. he shakes his head.

“i don’t regret kissing you at all – it’s all i’ve wanted to do for the last two and a half years. but i’m just sorry that i did it without your explicit, sober permission. i went against your wishes in a time of vulnerability, and that’s pretty shitty of me – i’m not gonna excuse myself either just because i was a little drunk, so i hope you’re able to forgive me.”

he watches you sniffle and fight the grin that’s trying to creep across your face. “someone had their shot of respect women juice this morning, didn’t they?” you chokingly tease.

“five shots directly injected into my veins, every morning,” he jokes back, thumb sweeping over to catch your falling tears. “but i mean it though – i’m really sorry.”

“you’re forgiven, and i appreciate that more than you know. but if i’m being honest…it was something i’ve wanted to do for a while, too. i was just really scared because it was so unexpected and i wasn’t sure if i was ready for our relationship to change, or like if i would be emotionally available enough for you, y’know?” you blubber, hand reaching up to rest against his on your cheek.

“hey—”

“i really want this to work out.” tetsurou can hear your voice shake, and he’s sure you’re almost trembling. “you’re one of my best friends – i can’t lose you, tetsu. and what about grad school? what if we end up too far away from each other and video calls aren’t enough? what if you get tired of me or—”

“i know you hate it when i interrupt, but honestly (y/n), you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried. i’m gonna do everything i can to make this work, too, mmk?”

“okay,” you whisper. “okay.”

his thumb gently sweeps back and forth against your cheek for a little bit before speaking up again. “not to ruin the moment, but do i have permission to kiss you now?” his eyes shine despite the midnight sky, and you can’t help the small chuckle that leaves your chest.

tetsurou swears up and down that your kiss in response is much, much sweeter than the one at the party, and he can’t wait to see what the future holds for you two.

#kuroo x reader #haikyuu!!#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou x reader #hq #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo angst #i fully stan the fact that kuroo is highly respectful of anyone and especially women #no one can fight me on this #stay hydrated and get good quality sleep and eat some nutritious food and take your meds!!!

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fantasia-monogram · 3 years

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Seven to twelve

♥️ Inseong x female reader (female anatomy); mentions of other SF9 members.

♥️ This is set in the As the clock strikes midnight universe, right after the epilogue! Read it before this one to get the context.

♥️ Smut (2.7k words); y/n is a professional Domme. Inseong is a bisexual sub. Mommy kink, degradation, spanking. Mentions of other BDSM practices.

♥️ Quality Department leader Kim Inseong has two secrets: first is his love for kink, second is a massive crush on a hot guy from HR department. Every Thursday, a trusted Domme helps him deal with frustration keeping those secrets causes.

♥️ Disclaimer: this is just for fun! I’m not claiming that’s how they are in real life, it’s just my imagination doing whatever it wants. Read at your own discretion.

As you stepped back into the dungeon, you admired the transformation the room had undergone while you were taking a shower. Your previous customer made a huge mess (still, not even comparable to the mess you've made of him). You weren't the best at cleaning - you've had other talents that got you through life, after all - so you couldn't help but be amazed at the work the cleaning staff did in such a short time.

Gone were the wet stains on the floor, and a soiled rug had been replaced for a fresh, fluffy one. All the scary torture equipment was hidden behind partition that would automatically slide out of the nearest wall by a press of a button. Antique leather chair was switched to a cozy looking armchair with blankets laid out on the floor next to it. The mood of the otherwise pretty sterile space was warmed up thanks to pink tinted lighting.

All of those were a tell-tale sign who your next customer would be.

You opened the wardrobe and took a black satin-and-lace bodysuit out of it. Your usual tight corset and leather boots wouldn't be needed this time. After you put the garment on, you opted for classic shiny stilettos, and topped the outfit with a short flowy dressing gown.

Just to be sure everything was in place, you checked yourself out in the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door: the look was a blend of a retro housewife and a pin-up girl, complete with vintage style lingerie, aggressive eyeliner and red lipstick. Just as he liked it.

There were only minutes left to the appointment, so you stroke a couple more poses to see the outfit in different angles. Perfect. You crossed the floor in a few elegant strides, to finally take a seat on the armchair in the middle of the spacious room.

You had a pretty chill end of the workday ahead of you.

A soft, somewhat cautious knock on the door broke the silence.

"Come in."

There he was, entering hesitantly, and closing the door behind him in an awkward manner. Inseong - you had no interest in your customers' last names, it was something only the administration ladies kept for business purposes - was a tall, very tall man with broad shoulders, lanky limbs and a bit of a tummy; his face, though, was that of a teenage boy, with barely any wrinkles and nervous expression. From what he told you, he was some kind of a supervisor or a boss or something in the field of corporate banking. At that moment, however, with his black bangs covering his forehead, he was stripped out of all titles he might have held as a higher up.

Honestly, he looked pretty cute in a set of pink fleece pajamas with a print consisting of little yellow chicks.

He stood there, big eyes looking at you anxiously. You knew he was waiting for your sign - his wish was to experience your different moods, so you always kept him uncertain for a bit. It was more fun this way.

That night you decided to play nice, at least for a while. You put on your warmest smile, spreading your arms.

"Come on, baby, come to Mommy!"

Inseong didn't need to be told twice. He rushed from his place. In seconds, he sank onto his knees inbetween your spread legs. You sneaked your arms around his neck and harshly pulled him forward, only to let him plant his face right into your breasts.

Right, he had a thing for boobs. And muscular body types. That's why he chose to pay for your services in the first place.

He stayed like this for a good minute or two, occasionally rubbing his face against your soft flesh. You kept gently patting his head this entire time, until you decided that was enough and yanked him away by a handful of hair.

"Why don't you tell Mommy about your day, baby?" You cooed, still gripping his hair tightly. His eyes, looking even bigger, were all fired up already.

He was so easy to figure out.

"Y-yes… Yes, Mommy, I will," he stuttered. You let go of him, so he could sink back to the floor and lie his head on your lap.

You got back to combing your fingers through his black strands, just to keep the variety.

"There is this guy in the company…" Inseong started, his voice a bit hushed. "In another department. He's dreamy. But I don't think he's interested in me. I don't think he's interested in guys at all. Or at least in pathetic guys like me."

You uttered a soft mhmm to encourage him. Oh, so he came in to release the frustration. You already had a plan on how to help him with that, but that required waiting for a good moment to start the actual scene.

"I can't believe anybody would be able to resist my pretty baby," you sighed, staying in character.

"Thank you, Mommy…" Inseong replied shyly; he knew how to behave, or rather, how to reply to your compliments. "Actually, he spends so much time with that… I can never remember her name… She's a monster. Five and barely a half feet of a goddamn monster. I've heard they want to promote her to a leadership position soon. And she's so old! I can't believe Jaeyoonie is into older women."

Your eyes went wide at the name. No way. Glad Inseong couldn't see your face right now, you quickly calmed yourself down.

"Some guys are into milfs, you know that, right, baby?" You snorted. The things you had to do just to pace the appointment right…

"She's not a milf! She's only a year or two older than me," Inseong explained.

Come to think of it, you had no idea how old he was, and it was hard to tell by his looks only.

"Anyway, I'm sure he's fucking her. Or that awkward skinny boy always hanging out with them." Inseong started to sound pissed off at this point. "Now that I think of it, he could easily take them both! And that would mean he's into older women and younger guys. I don't fit into any of those demographics. What a nightmare."

"You never know," you concluded, although internally you were getting more and more suspicious of Jaeyoonie's identity.

"But there's more…" Inseong's voice broke at the last word. "There was a company party earlier that week… I drank too much and he saw me throwing up in the bathroom… I can't believe I embarrassed myself like that…"

That was the moment you were waiting for. You stopped your caresses immediately.

"Wait a minute. When was that party, exactly?"

You could feel Inseong tense up under your hand.

"Wednesday night…" He mumbled.

"Is that why you rescheduled from Thursday to Friday?"

You gripped his shirt at the back of his neck.

"Yes, Mommy… I was so hungover… I wouldn't be able to play with you…" Inseong started stumbling over his words. You slid your hand up, grasped a fistful of hair and pulled it back so he could face you in a very uncomfortable position.

The panic that flashed through Inseong's eyes gave you a solid rush of adrenaline.

"Good boys don't drink more than they could handle," you stated in a dead serious tone.

"B-but…" Inseong stuttered, "I have low tolerance. And everyone else was drinking…"

You tightened the grip on his hair, eliciting a strangled whine out of him.

"Then you shouldn't have drunk at all, you silly baby." You slowly stood up from your seat, dragging Inseong up on his knees, followed by a litany of pained whimpers. "You made Mommy sad. I've been waiting for you the entire day."

"Oh, no… I'm so sorry, Mommy…" Inseong babbled, on the verge of crying.

Not wanting to overdo it with his emotions just yet, you let go of his hair. He barely managed to feel relief, when you forcibly grabbed his chin.

"You're Mommy's favorite boy, but you need to learn your lesson" you concluded, staring straight into his panicked eyes. "What should I do with you now?"

Inseong went silent, nothing but anticipation pictured on his face.

"Oh, you look way too eager," you said, loosening the grip on Inseong's chin, "Go to the corner, hands on the wall."

"No, please!" Inseong cried out, although you knew very well he was just playing along. "Not the corner!"

"Should I make you go there on your fours?"

The guy mumbled a barely audible I'm sorry and obediently walked to the nearest wall. He took the usual position: propped on his hands, head hanging low, his broad back facing you - obviously, with the round butt presented to you in a shameful way.

To keep him waiting, you first took in the sight, unable to hold back a smirk. You knew soon he would be absolutely wrecked, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment and shining with tears.

Saying you loved your job would be an understatement.

Satisfied, you approached him, clicking of your heels the only sound in the room.

"I guess I have to spank you."

Inseong's head jerked up a little.

"I'm going to do this through your pants, though, and I'm going to use my bare hand only."

Inseong whined, head leaning down to previous position.

"One more complaint and I'm going to shove a plug into your hole and make you stand here for the rest of the night."

"I'm sorry!" He apologized frantically.

It's not like you haven't done that punishment before - you smiled at the memory of him coming untouched - but he really seemed desperate for some action this time.

You came closer and hovered your hand over the perfect curve of Inseong's butt. He trembled under your touch. So, so desperate.

"It's gonna be thirty, because that's how many hours I had to wait between the time you rescheduled to this meeting," you announced, causing Inseong to whimper quietly.

"Can I count?" He asked shyly.

"You're dumb enough to not know your limits, I think counting to thirty would be too much to ask."

With that, you landed the first slap.

You observed Inseong for a couple seconds before continuing. He didn't make a sound, but his arms shook, long fingers folding into fists against the wall. You wondered if he would even last the whole session.

Your predictions would soon turn out to be true: he started whimpering after each hit as soon as you landed the third one. When you approached the tenth, the whimpers turned into screams. Once you passed the first half, all he could do was to moan uncontrollably, his legs shaking so much you were wondering how could he even stand up at that point.

He didn't use the safe word, not even a single word of protest escaped his mouth either, so you knew it was fine to continue. He was so close to breaking. You absolutely adored the feeling of this moment approaching.

Finally, as you were raising your hand to slap Inseong's ass for the twenty seventh time, his knees gave up. The guy sunk down to the floor, still leaning against the wall. That turned out to be too much for him, though - ultimately, he slid his hands down, too.

You looked at him intently: Inseong, resting on all fours, kept trembling, his breathing so loud you could hear it from above. What an absolute mess. You were so amused you decided to end the session on a sweet note; however, your understanding of sweet was very... specific.

"What's that, baby? You can't take it anymore?" You cooed, approaching closer. Your shin brushed against his buttcheek.

"Mommy… I…" Inseong panted, visibly struggling to form a complete sentence. "Can I touch myself? I can't take it anymore…"

You almost laughed at how pained his tone was. Led by curiosity, you kneeled right behind him and leaned to take a close look: indeed, he was tenting in his cute pajama pants. Pathetic.

"Mmm, I'm not sure," you mused. "I don't think you've earned the permission to touch yourself."

"Mommy, please, it hurts," Inseong pleaded. He regained the ability to speak, but his voice started breaking.

"I want you to come, but I also want you to embarrass yourself even more, since you couldn't take your spanking like a good boy," you wondered aloud in an amused tone, "What should I do?"

You knew exactly, but hearing Inseong hold in his breath was worth every second of suspense.

"Anything… I'll do anything…"

Hearing that, you came to conclusion you've had enough of toying with him. You reached to ruffle his hair. He leaned into your touch like a cat.

"Dumb kittens like you don't deserve to be touched directly."

You lodged your thigh inbetween his legs, making him moan loudly at the sudden contact. He felt hard and heavy against your skin through the fabric separating you two.

"Work for it, baby," you commanded.

Inseong didn't need to be told twice. Disregarding all dignity, he started grinding against your thigh, his thrusts becoming more and more furious with time, until he couldn't hold back grunts escaping his mouth. You could feel his cock getting heavier; years of having to keep your urges to yourself during sessions gave you incredible self control, but Inseong's eagerness was turning you on so much you had to think of something quick. To ground yourself, you grabbed onto his hips, helping him grind even harder.

He looked so broken, though - with his head low on the floor, resting on his arms, and his ass high up, relying on you completely in his need for pleasure. The sounds coming out of him weren't making it any easier for you either.

It didn't take him long to finish at this pace. He stilled, arching his back, and came with a delicious, drawn-out moan. You quickly retracted your thigh, as you felt the wetness on his pants coming in contact with your skin.

You let him come down from his high. Once he was fine enough to sit up, you pulled him into a back hug. He sighed happily, leaning against your cleavage.

For good measure, you planted a couple kisses on his cheek and the side of his neck, leaving bright lipstick marks all over; he giggled uncontrollably at your affectionate gesture.

"Thank you, Mommy," Inseong purred, a smile adorning his pretty lips, "My head is so clear now. I feel so much better."

You wondered how he could sound so innocent with a huge wet spot in the front of his pants, not to mention he probably could barely sit with his butt burning from the spanking.

"I hope my baby has a good weekend." You kissed his cheek once again, this time letting your lips linger on his skin for a little longer.

Inseong's legs turned out to be still too wobbly to support him, so you helped him stand up and walked him to the door.

"You're gonna be fine in the shower?" you asked, a bit worried considering his weak state.

"I wish Mommy would join me, but I'm a big boy. I'll manage," he assured you.

To be honest, you wished for the same thing, but business was business, and Inseong was just your customer - no matter how much fun you had ruining him each time.

"Thank you, really. I needed that so much," he said, dropping the character. "See you next week."

You stared at the door for a while after he left, pretty sure there was something that slipped your mind during the meeting.

At last, it hit you: Jaeyoon, probably matching Inseong's ideal buff type, working a 9-to-5 job in some corporation. Could he be your old acquaintance from the BDSM community you met at a self defense course? You wondered for a while at the possibility.

Opening the wardrobe, you briefly rested your eyes on the clock. Seven to twelve. No time to muse over the past; you hoped those two would get together eventually, because if Inseong was the supervisor Jaeyoon couldn't shut up about all those years ago, then… well, they had some catching up to do.

#sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagine #sf9 smut #inseong smut #inseong thirst #inseong scenario #inseong imagine #inseong x reader #i was away for a while #contemplating shutting down this blog #tell me if you liked this one :(

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nevaryadl · 3 years

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Day 18 of the 31 Days of Apex: Celebrate cw: Caustic/Fuse, mlm fluff, minor alcohol consumption, slightly awkward flirting

A kiss.

Fuse had won his first game since joining the Apex games. Most everyone was excited for him as most everyone was excited for any of the newer competitors to win their first game. There was a thrill in it, and a sort of pride to watch a new coworker succeed, especially if one helped the coworker win by being on that team. And while Caustic did not care for many of his coworkers and really did not care about their victories... he was on the team that helped Fuse win his first victory and he did have a small kernel of... hmm... let us call it 'joy' when they were announced the winners. Just a small bit, because even he was not immune to helping one of the newer Legends get their first victory. Not totally.

"FUCK YEAH!" Fuse called as they all headed back to the dropship to take them home.

"Hey man, how's it feel?" Mirage asked, thumping the man on the back.

"Damned good!" Fuse beamed, throwing his metal fist up into the air. "I'M DROWNING IN STUBBIES TONIGHT!"

"Oh man, we gotta party at El's place. It like a tradition, amigo," Octane said, bouncing a bit as he tried to keep pace with Fuse's excited stride. Not that he had to try hard, given his own almost constant excited pace through the matches.

"Yeah?" Fuse asked Mirage.

"Yeah, nothing wild though, can't have a repeat of Rampart's first victory party..."

"It was one firecracker!" Rampart whined.

"It was the size of my head and destroyed the building across the street," Mirage deadpanned, making Rampart cackle. He turned and walked backwards to speak with the group. "Everyone's invited, first drink is on me, but buy your second and onward!"

Caustic... decided to do something very odd and out of character of himself, and decided to tag along. Today felt like 'a glass of whiskey before working on his experiments' sort of day, and if it was of the (rumored) high quality of Mirage's bar and he did not have to pay for it, well, all the better. Besides that, based on how Pathfinder was nudging Revenant's elbow and the tall, lanky bot let out an audible sigh, it looked like the literal murder machine was going, so Caustic would be the least offensive person there. Social gatherings were already very strange, but even stranger if it was him there and not someone else like Revenant because they were the men that they were. It would be for a glass and he would go back to his lab, enjoying the glow of winning a game with a new legend and having a glass of whiskey in his belly and he would sleep well that night.

Mirage's bar was lively after they had all piled in. True to his word, Mirage offered a free drink to everyone. Thankfully it was so hectic, for his own order of whiskey went unregistered except for a half minded question between three offered brands and ice or none. He could take his drink in a corner and sip it between huffs of his mask to keep his always agitated and scarred lungs calm and enjoy the burn of a good whiskey in his belly.

"Causy!" Fuse called.

Caustic glanced up as he let his glass fall away from his lips, setting it down as Fuse walked over in something that could have only been considered a strut. He earned it, the first game won was always the highest, well, high and very little compared to it.

"Yes, Fuse?" He asked, taking a moment to get a lungful from his mask.

"Was wonderin' if you can top this night off?" Fuse asked.

"Top this night off... how?" He asked, letting his mask fall.

"Well... you see... ol Fusey likes his drinks, he likes his parties," Fuse said, boldly sitting in the small booth with Caustic. And he already had a feeling he knew where this was going. Fuse had already slapped his ass on public television, his interest could not get more obvious. "So... being ol' Fusey... can you help me out by pashin' with me real quick? Don't feel pressured to say 'yes', I'm a big man, I can take a 'no'."

Ah... he wanted a kiss.

"You enjoy kissing to celebrate?" He asked, sipping his whiskey.

"Yeah! Nothin' like makin' a party better than pashin' with a looker," Fuse grinned, before ducking his head slightly and lowering his voice. "And if I'm bein' honest, mate? You? Are a looker if I ever saw one."

Caustic snorted. This man and his bold flirting... well it was not completely unwelcomed. Fuse was a good looking man, and within his age group to boot. So...

"Perhaps I can be convinced... what did you drink last?"

"Uh... this?" Fuse asked, holding out the bottle that he had been hold, and it was beer much to Caustic's cringe.

"I detest the smell and taste beer--"

"No wait, wait!" Fuse quickly said before making a dash towards the front counter. Several minutes later he came back with something that looked very similar to Caustic's drink. He sipped that while wiggling his eyebrows at Caustic, making him snort, before setting the glass aside.

"Whiskey kisses... not to be confused with whiskery kisses, which will happen, given our awesome facial hair situations."

Caustic just snorted again, but he was interested, especially if Fuse had washed away the taste and smell of beer. So Caustic took a lungful from his mask before leaning over as Fuse leaned in and gave him a good and proper kiss. And it was very nice kiss, not that he would tell Fuse to stroke his ego, one that they held onto for a moment, before Caustic's lungs started to burn and itch and he had to let go to quickly put his mask on to soothe his lungs again.

"Well... smart as can be, a looker and a good kisser... think I'm in love, Causy," Fuse grinned, cheeks flushed.

Caustic snorted, but he was smiling behind his mask.

#Apex Legends #Apex Fics #Caustic/Fuse #caustic apex legends #Fuse Apex Legends #cw: alcohol #long post/

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superspookywombat · 4 years

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The Good Vibes Witch {j.h}

Warnings: one use of ‘hell’, un-proofread writing

Requests (shortened versions) : “I would love to read fanfiction (one shot) where reader is a young witch, which decided to move to the town since she is traying to get hold of her powers and take a breath from life, just rest. (like the more scared or stressed she is the harder it is to use her powers) they could be like... she could change the reality, it will be realated to her imagination and the calmer she gets the more powerful she is? but not knowing the life there isn't that calm like she would like it to be. Turns out she is Jasper soulmate, the reason she get there was that Jasper persona was "calling her" and they seems to be perfect much since he got the powers to control emotions. She is really sweet and pretty shy women, but when needed can be really tough.” from @mental-breaker-74

And: “Can you make a jasper x reader imagine set in eclipse where y/n is a young witch (just young adult age and not 100+) who can kick new born vamp's ass ??” from anonymous

A/n: i’ve had a lot of writer’s block recently so this isn’t my best work and i’m sorry about that. also, i kept going between passed tense and current so idk what’s going on with me tbh

Enjoy :)

You weren’t sure what possessed you to drive your crappy little car to the East Coast, but there you were, on a bumpy little backroad because your car couldn’t go over 46 MPH. Maybe it was the promise of starting a new life in a sleepy town, somewhere you could hide in a cottage in the woods and be one with nature. You needed somewhere quiet- somewhere calm- where you could thrive and be in control of your powers. Something was calling you to the earthy town of Forks, something you couldn’t describe. If there was one thing you had learned by now, though, it was to always go with your gut.

You pull into a run-down gas station, where only one other car is there besides yours. You walk towards the door, hesitating before wrapping your fingers around the door handle and pulling it open. Walking up to the cashier and pulling out a twenty from your wallet, you gently tap the bell on the counter. The shrill sound vibrates your eardrums, and a man walks out of a hidden corner. He does a double take at you, before lifting his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead. You glance down at your shoes, trying to place your focus anywhere but the man. He holds out his hand for the bill, and you hand it to him, his fingers unnecessarily brushing yours and making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“What’s a pretty, young thing like you doing all on your lonesome?” He asks, leaning in close enough so that you can smell what he had for lunch. “Bad things happen to ladies that travel these roads alone.”

“I’ll be careful, thank you.” You say, reluctantly plastering a smile onto your face. You pull your arms to your chest protectively and glance over your shoulder repeatedly until you’re out of the store and into the open air. As you fill up your car, you look at your reflection in the driver seat window. It had been a spell gone wrong that left you 17 for the rest of eternity, but you hadn’t known it at the time. All you wanted was to be treated like an adult, but it backfired and froze your body and left you as a teenager for the last forty years. You had to move around every three to four years, or whenever people started suspicious of you not aging. You found that if you built a cottage in the woods, you could prolong your stay to about ten years. You didn’t need to eat, your body was literally frozen in time.

Once the machine clicks, you get in your car, locking it immediately and putting it in drive. According to your phone, you were about two hours away from your new home.

You almost miss the driveway to the plot of land you bought, it being tire tracks that lead to a cliff above the river. As soon as you reach the end of the bumpy drive, you step out and look at your surroundings. You squint your eyes, seeing flashes of white through the tall trees. Great, neighbors. You sigh and make sure that there’s no one watching before closing your eyes. Once you’re one hundred percent calm, you mentally reach down into the earth and pull at the metal, rocks, and wood. All around you, rocks lift from the riverbed, the breeze drying them before they settle into the form of a shelter. Wood from the forest floor drags over and makes a roof, the moss still glued to the bark.

Your new house knits itself together before dawn. You place your trinkets and potion ingredients on the wooden shelves, then lay out your tattered quilt on the makeshift bed. You inhale the earthy scent, then look around at your home for the next decade, hopefully.

Over the next few days, as you settle in, you focus your time on decorating your cottage. Flowers sprout from the grass, moss and vines rapidly plaster themselves onto the stone, and mushrooms stick up from the stumps decorating your yard. Because you only need a few hours of sleep per week, you use most of your free time knitting rugs to make the place warmer.

A week after moving in, a knock on your sturdy front door takes you by surprise. Why would someone come visit you? You obviously moved out here for isolation. You walk over to the window, moving the curtain aside to peek out and look at the visitors. A petite woman and a tall, lanky man stand outside, the woman holds wildflowers in her hands. You reach to open the door, but then remember your exposed cauldron. Swiftly pulling a blanket over it, you open the door and poke your head out.

“Hi, I’m Alice.” The woman says, holding her flowers out for you to take. You blink, before realizing you should take them. Opening the door all of the way, you gently take the flowers from her grasp. “We were out hiking and noticed your cottage, here- it’s so lovely.”

“Oh, um, thank you.” You say, mentally cursing yourself for being so awkward. You motion for them to come inside, glancing around the small room for anything incriminating.

“This is my brother, Jasper.” Alice says as you rummage for a free vase to put the flowers in. Standing up and deciding to find something later, you tuck your hands safely behind your back, looking up to meet the blond’s intense gaze. You look down at your bare feet, blushing.

“Nice to meet your acquaintance, ma’am.” He says, his southern drawl like a lullaby to your ears. Calmness radiates through the room and you feel your powers swell inside you. Despite the calm, something more powerful pushes its way into the room.

“What are you?” Alice asks, her thin eyebrows pushing into a menacing squint.

“Wh-what?” You stutter, backing up until the back of your knees hit your rocking chair.

“Alice..” Jasper says, but she shuts him up with a pointed look. He sighs, clearly giving in to the girl.

“I can’t see her, Jazz. And neither of us can hear her.” Alice says.

“I know what you are.” You say before you can stop yourself. There was a few in one of the towns you had called home for awhile. They both whip their heads to you, and you suddenly feel small. Why the hell would you say that? “I can feel it, the power radiating from you. You both are Cold Ones- more popularly known as vampires.”

Alice looks at Jasper with wide eyes. “How do you know that?” She asks. You close your eyes and focus on the sight of a flower blooming. When you open your eyes, you open your hands and a white lily sits in your palm. “A witch..”

“Something called me here. Someone called me here.” You say, and Alice looks to Jasper.

“We need to take her to Carlisle.” She says. They quickly walk out of your cottage, and you look to them with wide eyes.

“You carry her, Jazz.” Alice says nonchalantly.

“Pardon?” You ask, but you’re swiftly swept off of your feet. You clasp your arms around Jasper’s neck, a scream escaping your lips as he takes a running start and jumps off of the cliff. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Not particularly.” He says with a sly smirk. After demanding he puts you down, you jump from his grasp and follow Alice into the big, white house.

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After a few months of living next to the coven of vampires, you were rather good friends with them. Alice liked to drop by and knit with you, Rosalie liked to visit and drink a concoction of yours- Blood Tea, Esme gardened with you, Carlisle and Edward liked to sit and read on your bench, and Emmett enjoyed listening to you talk about the native species (even if it was just to know what was best to hunt.) You’d become close, so it came as no surprise when you found yourself spending more and more time with Jasper. He liked to spend most nights in your garden with you, stargazing, watching you practice magic, or even reading. You both fed off of each others’ calmness, making you more in control of your powers and him feeling relaxed. One rainy evening, it had happened so fast you didn’t even realize. You realized that you had fallen in love with the lanky blond.

“I know this is a lot to ask of you, and I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think you could handle yourself.” Carlisle had come to you the morning after a big party at their house.

“What’s happened?” You asked, pouring him a cup of tea. He took it, graciously, but made no move to settle in.

“We have to fight, and I think you would be very helpful.” He says, avoiding eye contact like a dog who had done something wrong.

“You don’t even have to ask, Carlisle. You know I’d love to help in any way that I can.” You assure him with a smile, though you feel unsure on the inside.

That’s what brought you to a clearing that you recognize from many games of vampire baseball, staring down at an army of newborn vampires. Jasper, right next to you, held your hand in order to strengthen the emotional connection between the two of you. Of course, that didn’t help you feel calm, because the butterflies surging through your body had the exact opposite effect on you. You take a deep breath, knowing that the vampires will sense you aren’t like them and take you on as an easy target. But they’d be sorely mistaken. As vampires and wolves rushed the newborns, you stayed on the sidelines, only stepping in every so often to stop a newborn in its place if it was gaining on your friends. But when you saw three piled on top of Jasper, you inserted yourself into the battle.

You threw your hands out, reaching for the organic material- or what was left of it- in the attackers’ body. You pulled it apart like cotton, and they flew up into the air before exploding into a cloud of dust. Jasper got back onto his feet, giving you a gracious nod. You felt lightheaded, but decided to keep going anyway.

A yelp alerted your attention, and you ran as fast as you could, stopping at an injured wolf. You tried to calm yourself enough to knit the bloody wound back together, then stepping back to let the wolf rejoin the fight. You stood amidst the battle, sending the newborns flying and exploding. Once there were few newborns left, you collapsed to the ground, feeling drained.

You kept drifting in and out of consciousness, but you could tell that you were being carried through the woods by Jasper before blacking out again. The next time you came to, you were lying on a medical cot in what appeared to be Carlisle’s office.

“Did we win?” You ask weakly, barely strong enough to raise your voice above a whisper. Jasper is quick to grab your hand, and you notice all of the Cullen’s surrounding the bed.

“Oh, good, she’s not dead.” Emmett says, earning a pointed look from Esme. Alice hands you flowers, reminding you of when you first met.

“You were unconscious, we didn’t know what to do.” Carlisle says.

“I’m fine, I think. I just pushed myself further than I’m used to.” You say, your mind still foggy. Feeling stronger, you push yourself up and give Jasper a kiss on the cheek.

“We’ll give you two some space.” Esme says with a smile, and you blush and lay back down, feeling weak again.

Over the next few days, Jasper helped you regain strength. He sat on your bed with you, reading to you while you lay against him. He was like a calm machine, which helped you recharge even faster. You taught him how to knit, and he recited his favorite poems over and over again (per your demand.) You made him a flower crown and he made you one (with Alice’s help.)

Though the whole vampire battle ordeal wasn’t overly pleasant, it brought you the love of your life, and for that, you couldn’t be more grateful.

#twilight #twilight x reader #jasper hale x reader #jasper hale #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #fanfiction #fanfic #Rosalie Hale #Emmett Cullen #edward too i guess

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Sin and Celebration

My Writing Fandom: Arrow Characters: Laurel Lance, Sin Lance (aka not Arrow’s version), Oliver Queen Pairing: Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen Summary: Laurel and her young charge inspire and attend the Queens' holiday party. Notes: AU where after Oliver leaves at the end of season 1, instead of falling into drinking and pills as a coping mechanism, Laurel instead puts her energy towards taking in one of the orphans from the Glades left without a home, thus introducing the character of Sin (and a more comics-accurate version of Sin at that) into the Arrowverse as Laurel's adoptive daughter/ward. *Can be read on AO3, link is in bio*

Another long day, or maybe it just felt that way thanks to it getting darker earlier and earlier most nights. Laurel had left the office to pick Sin up from school, and the two of them had gotten dinner out. She was trying more to cook at home, but some days Laurel just wanted the opportunity to relax with her young charge. Spending time with Sin, watching the small girl slowly start to open up more, was one of the few remaining bright spots in her life, and truthfully it had kept her going.

By the time they got back to the apartment, Laurel was ready to put the girl to bed and call it a night, but Sin tugged on Laurel’s hand just before they could cross the threshold. “Laurel, how come we don’t have one?”

“Have one what, sweetie?” Laurel asked, looking back as Sin pointed to the wreaths hanging on most of her neighbors’ doors. Come to think of it, Sin had been looking around with big eyes at all the lights and the big tree downtown, too. “Oh. Well, the neighbors must have decorated for Christmas.”

“But you don’t?”

They walked inside, and Laurel set her purse aside, shrugging out of her coat before crouching down to help Sin out of hers. “Not really. That’s okay though, isn’t it?”

She worried her lip. Being that Sin was originally from China, she ought to have done some research into holidays important to her culture; just because Laurel didn’t bother to celebrate any of the milestones she’d grown up knowing didn’t mean she wanted to rob Sin of that experience.

Sin shrugged. “I don’t mind. There was a little tree at the orphanage, and some of the kids said they used to get presents. I don’t get what it’s gotta do with a baby being born, but the lights and stuff were pretty.”

Laurel found herself smiling a little, even as her heart gave a sad sort of twinge. The baby she associated the most with Christmas hadn’t lain in a manger, but Sara was no more present than the son of God.

She supposed it didn’t hurt decorating a little and getting Sin presents. The holiday was so commercialized anyway, and her charge had clearly already been exposed to it. “Okay. How about tomorrow, we’ll take a look around the shops and you can pick out what we should put up around the apartment?”

That was what found Laurel out at the stores bright and early on her day off, wandering up and down aisles of tinsel, green branches and red ribbons. Sin’s brow was furrowed in concentration as she hunted for the perfect wreath for their door. Laurel was happy to let her take the lead, feeling pretty out of depth herself.

Keeping her eyes on the young girl meant that Laurel didn’t quite see the person around the corner until they crashed shoulders. “Oh, sorry.”

“That’s okay. Hey,” Oliver replied, a smile lighting his face as he took in her appearance.

Laurel found herself smiling back. “Hey.”

Things had become less awkward between them ever since Laurel had recused herself from his mother’s case once Moira had rejected the plea deal and had been set to be charged with the death penalty.

“I’m sorry, Adam, but I can’t expose Sin to something like this,” she had told her boss. “She’s curious about everything to do with my work.” Truthfully, Laurel herself didn’t favor the death penalty after her experience with Peter Declan last year, and she’d been grateful to get out of having to prosecute a woman she had known since her childhood.

In the present, Oliver smiled down at Sin and returned her shy wave. “What are you ladies up to today?”

“Shopping for decorations,” she answered.

His eyebrows rose up his forehead. “Wow, that’s a change.”

Laurel gave a half-hearted eyeroll. “What about you?”

“The same, actually. I’m hosting a party at the manor for my mother. Well, it’s a Christmas party, too, but I wanted to celebrate her being home with us.”

Laurel nodded. As unbelievable as Moira’s acquittal had been, she was happy for Oliver and Thea that they hadn’t had to face that loss.

“A party?” Sin asked at her side.

“Yeah, Ollie’s family has a party each year,” Laurel told her.

“Can we go? I’ve never been to a Christmas party.”

“Uh,” Laurel said, an awkward laugh leaving her. She patted Sin’s shoulder gently. “It’s not polite to invite yourself over to someone else’s home, honey.”

“That’s okay. Of course, you both are invited,” Oliver immediately excused. “Actually… that’s really not a bad idea, making it a family thing. Isabel, my co-CEO, she doesn’t feel I’ve done a lot to endear myself to the board,” he explained. “Maybe I ought to try getting to know them more as people, mothers and fathers. It’s my family’s company, it should feel like a family.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me,” Laurel told him. She knew he’d had some missteps early on with assuming the role — and Sebastian’s early attacks against him certainly hadn’t helped any — but she was glad to see him still trying.

“Laurel,” Sin said, tugging on her coat. She pointed to a wreath hanging just over Ollie’s shoulder. “That one.”

“Yeah?”

Sin nodded. Oliver reached and plucked it off the rack, holding it out.

“There you go.”

“Thanks. Okay, I think we just need a tree, and that should about do it,” Laurel decided. “You’ll send me the party details?”

“Yep,” Oliver agreed. “Uh, Laurel,” he called out before they’d gotten four steps back down the aisle. “The trees are outside.”

“I’m just grabbing a boxed one,” she admitted, looking back over her shoulder in time to see his crestfallen expression.

“But it’s Christmas. You have to have a real tree.”

Sin looked up at her with those pleading eyes Laurel was really starting to suspect her young charge had a lot more control over than she let on. She let out a sigh.

“Come on, I’ll help you get it loaded onto the car.” Oliver actually ended up coming over to help carry the thing up to their apartment and get it in place in the tree stand, then a call on his phone had him excusing himself to let them do the decorating. She followed Sin’s instructions on where to hang the ornaments on the higher branches and even lifted the girl up so she could put the star on top. Her budget didn’t love how much they’d spent today, but it was worth it for the smile on Sin’s face. It was a sight becoming more common as the months passed, but Laurel always felt a swell of pride that she managed to put it there. If she could make this one child happy, then maybe it hadn’t been a mistake that she’d survived the Undertaking when so many — when Tommy — hadn’t.

The night of the Queen’s party arrived, and Laurel led Sin up the steps after handing her keys off to the valet. She waved off the attendant coming to take their coats. “It’s okay, we can do it.” Sin liked knowing where her possessions were at all times, part of growing up with nothing, she knew. So Laurel led them over to the closet off to the side and helped her hang it up herself so she could see the whole process.

A four-piece orchestra was playing from the ballroom, so they followed the sound. Laurel was glad she had guessed right on the attire for adults and worn a deep green evening dress. Sin also blended in with the other kids in her sweater, skirt and patterned tights.

Waiters skirted the edge of the dance floor with trays of appetizers, some decidedly more kid-friendly than not. Clumps of people stood gathered around, talking and even smiling, though as Laurel watched Mrs. Queen making the rounds greeting people there was definitely still some tension there.

There were holiday-themed games set up for the children off to one side, musical chairs with Christmas carols serving as the music and a felt red nose with Velcro attached to one side for the kids to try and pin on a picture of what had to be Rudolph. Other kids were coloring pages with Santa or snowmen or dreidels printed on them.

“Do you want to go play?” Laurel asked her charge, as Sin was still sticking to her side. “You don’t have to unless you want.”

“Maybe just a little,” Sin decided.

“Okay. Come get me for anything, alright? Even if you just want to go home.”

Sin nodded and then jogged off towards the other kids. Laurel watched her go with a smile; she knew Sin was having a little trouble making friends at her new school, so to see her willingly engaging with others her own age was a good sign.

“She looks happy,” Oliver remarked, and it honestly didn’t surprise her to find him standing a few feet behind her.

“Yeah. Thanks for the invite. Looks like a succcess.”

Oliver smirked. “I really have you and Sin to thank for that. Almost all of our attendees are parents. If you hadn’t given me the idea to make it a family event, I imagine they wouldn’t have bothered to come.”

“I guess we’re helping each other out, then.”

A cheer went up from the kids’ side of the room. Sin had unerringly found Rudolph’s nose to pin the red felt to, and she was flushed with pride as she took off the blindfold. Laurel was tempted to go over and offer her praise, but she also didn’t want to interrupt the kids.

The orchestra started a new song, and she felt Oliver’s fingers brush her elbow. “Care for a dance?”

“Okay,” she agreed tentatively, allowing herself to be lead out onto the dance floor where Oliver’s secretary was already swaying with a lanky young man with brown hair. She placed one hand in Oliver’s and rested the other on his shoulder while his hand went to her waist. How many times had they danced like this at one of his family’s high society events, both before and after they had ever become involved? It didn’t have to mean anything more than it used to all those years before. They were still friends, after all.

They had nearly been something more, but when he had left last spring it had nearly destroyed her. She’d been lucky to find out the plight that children like Sin were facing after their homes, families or the orphanages they had lived in had been lost. Taking in Sin had given her someone to pour her love and attention into who wouldn't end up refusing it, a way to be needed. When Oliver had come back, even if she could understand why he had needed the time away, she had had to turn him down; she wasn’t about to simply forget the girl she had made herself the legal guardian of just because the man she had been trying to forget about the last five months had come back into her life.

Things with Oliver were just too undefined and ever-changing to introduce into the stability she was trying to give Sin’s life right now as well. There were times like now where she felt completely on the same page as him, like they could read each other perfectly. Then other times his decisions made absolutely no sense. So no matter how nice it felt to be held in his arms or to rest her cheek on his shoulder while they shuffled side to side in a world of their own, she knew all the while it couldn’t and wouldn’t last, and that when the song had ended, the distance would grow between them once again.

In fact, it was earlier. She felt Oliver stiffen for just a second, his fingers flexing against her back. His gaze was over her head, and a glance back showed her Mr. Diggle was clearly trying to communicate something.

“You need to go?” She guessed.

“Uh.” Oliver’s step faltered, though he avoided stepping on her toes at least. “Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. I should be getting home with Sin for her bedtime.” She withdrew from his embrace, smoothing at the folds in her dress.

“You’re a— you make a wonderful guardian to her, Laurel,” he told her. “I’m really glad you found each other.”

“I am, too. Goodnight, Ollie. Merry Christmas.” She turned and left the dance floor, finding Sin coloring at the table with a look of concentration on her face. “Almost done?”

Sin nodded. Laurel went to fetch their coats and helped Sin back into hers when she returned. She stopped by Thea and Mrs. Queen briefly to thank them for the nice evening, and then they were heading back out into the cold to wait for the valet to bring the car around.

“You really like him, right?” Sin asked, and Laurel blinked and looked down.

“Oliver?”

“Yeah. Does he like you back?”

Laurel smirked. That was the question of the year, wasn’t it? “What do you think?”

“I think so.” It was stated with a child’s matter-of-fact certainty, and she couldn’t resist reaching out to pat the top of the girl’s head.

“How’d you like your first Christmas party, Sin?”

“It was great! I hope we go next year, too.”

Laurel wasn’t sure she could see that far into next year. Things in her life seemed to change drastically all the time. But if she were a betting woman, there would have to be two constants going forward: this girl she had brought into her home and her heart, and the inescapable push and pull between herself and Oliver Queen.

“Yeah, me too.”

#lauriver #lauriverholidays2020 #laurel lance #oliver queen #arrow #green arrow #black canary #my writing

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suhoerections · 5 years

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Temporary Fix

➵ Pairing: Frat boy!Chanyeol x reader

➵ Word Count: 5.5k (bout 2- 3k is smut)

➵ Genre: Smut, some fluff???, Crack??? idk but defs smut

➵ AU: College

➵ Warnings: Unprotected sex || Fingering || Public sex ||

➵ Plot: Chanyeol is everything you need, he’s your temporary fix

➵ Tag List: Idk i just felt like yall would like to be tagged,,, @kyungseokie @ninibears-erigom @rosyyeols @chanyeolol @fairyyeols @taetaesbaebaepsae

➵ A/N: FUCK,,,, also its inspired by this song (yebo ik its 1D but leave my inner 12 yo fan girl alone) AND i made that moodboard thingie for the post so don’t repost it without credit or you’ll be worse than comic sans

Bodies moved around you to a pulsating rhythm that seeped through the frat house. The music was loud and some upbeat tune that droned in the base of your skull.

You worked your way through the ocean of couples grinding against each other, your destination the kitchen bench filled with enough alcohol to get three times the amount of people here drunk.

“Hey! Y/N!” The voice cut through the crowd of people, a lanky form weaseling through the horde to get to you.

“Hm?” You turned around, noticing the fluffy halo of Baekhyun’s black hair bobbing through the sea of bodies.

“There you are!” He exclaimed, the curve of his waist already attached to the form of some random guy, his lips swollen with a post make out pinkness. “I almost had a heart attack when I couldn’t find you.”

Your eyebrow cocked instinctively, a small chuckle filling the space between you.

“Baekhyun… I’m surprised you noticed I was gone.” Your eyes flicked momentarily to the blushing boy beside him, bashful dimples formed in his cheeks as a pink scattered the skin.

“Hey!” Baek sassed, “Just because I’m sucking face with someone doesn’t mean you can run off on me.”

You scoffed, arms folding over you chest at your best friend’s brashness.

“I’m not going to third wheel you and…?” You looked toward the boy standing next to him, eyebrow cocking in prompt for his name.

“Yixing.” He said shyly, black hair falling into his face, hand clasping Baekhyun’s tightly.

“You are not third wheeling! I’m meant to be your wingman!” A pout formed on his lips, a grumpy expression similar to a toddlers crossing his features.

“Baek, go have fun with your friend.” You urged, gently nudging his foot with your own. “I’m gonna get some drinks.”

“At least let us come with you.” He grumbled in response, lips forming a larger pout. “I want to make sure you’re safe.”

You shrugged, turning around and walking into the kitchen, Baekhyun following close behind with Yixing’s hand intertwined with his own.

The kitchen bench held a variety of cheap alcohol befitting to the college party, the granite surface covered in bottles upon bottles of liquor.

The glass of the vodka felt cool in your hands as you poured it into the red plastic cup, your eyes scanning the thankfully less crowded kitchen.

“Xing,” Baekhyun cooed behind you, his nimble hands reaching around to nab the vodka bottle out of your hands. “Do you want a drink?”

Yixing stood there, dimples forming again as a shy smile spread across his face and his reply sounded in the small space between the three of you; “Sure.”

He seemed out of place at the frat party, his oversized sweater and cute apparel screaming night at home rather than raging, alcohol induced, college student gathering. Though he obviously caught Baekhyun’s eye - his fluttering eyelashes and small smiles already indicating that he was more than interested in Yixing.

The taste of alcohol was prominent as you sipped the drink, leaning against the granite bench casually. Your eyes surveyed the kitchen - the room less active than the bustling living room yet also alive with conversations that filled the smaller space.

You must of caught his eye, because he approached you first, a hint of a smirk tainting his handsome features as he sauntered over to you, overconfidence lacing his steps.

“Hey beautiful.” He drawled, the basic introduction causing you to hold back a scoff.

Baekhyun must've noticed the stranger before you, his hand already interlaced with Yixing’s and disappearing into the crowded living area.

You forced a small smile onto your face, praying to whatever God that this stranger would leave.

“Hello.” You responded, already hiding behind your cup of alcohol, sipping the comforting substance.

Whoever this guy was, it was no doubt he was interested. His eyes were glued to your body in the tight shirt that accentuated the curve of your breasts and waist. The gaze of this stranger taking you in hungrily.

“I’m Sehun.” He introduced, his lips curling into a smirk and his inky hair falling into his eyes in shaggy strands.

You had to bite back the urge to respond with; I’m not interested, but you didn’t, opting for speaking your name with a small smile.

“Ahh, that’s pretty,” Sehun’s smirk widened and you anticipated the words before he said them, “Would sound prettier echoing around my room tonight.”

It took almost all your willpower not to cringe, not to rear away from the stranger in front of you and just run and hide in a corner. Anywhere away from him.

A scoff sounded from across the kitchen bench where you stood, bringing your attention to a handsome stranger pouring himself a drink.

His chocolate eyes met yours, twinkling with a kindness that you didn’t see in most people, his smile holding back a laugh as he overheard Sehun’s poor attempt at a pick up line. He intrigued you, his black, fluffy hair falling into his eyes in a shagginess that was cute and quite the opposite of Sehun’s over gelled strands. The worn leather jacket and plain white tee accentuated the bad boy vibe surrounding him.

Sehun must of noticed the split second exchange between you and the other stranger, your demeanour changing from closed off to open, but not for him.

“Hey sweetheart, how you getting home?” He spoke, trying to divert your attention back to him - and it worked, though you only did it out of courtesy.

“My friend is probably taking me home, he dropped me off.” You didn’t mean to sound so uninterested and bitchy but you couldn’t help it, your tone as monotonous as you can be without sounding like a complete robot.

“Friend? And he’s a he?” Sehun cocked an eyebrow, intrigued as to whether this was actually a ‘friend’.

You huffed an amused smirk, “His name is Baekhyun and he’s gay.”

“Oh…” He trailed, pausing momentarily as he tried to think of how to fill the awkward silence between you both.

“Don’t waste your breath bud, she’s not interested.” The stranger spoke with a deep voice, his grin hidden behind a cup and his demeanour casual as he leant against the granite bench. A small, appreciative smile crept onto your face as you turned to him slightly.

Sehun scoffed, a sour look crossing his face as he surveyed the stranger in front of him.

“Like you have a better chance.” He grumbled, but thankfully got the hint, stalking off to hit up some other chick.

You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t know you had been holding in, your eyes flicking to the man behind the kitchen bench.

“Thank you.” The relief laced the tone of your voice as you thanked the handsome stranger.

He shrugged, the gesture casual yet entrancing as his eyes danced across your features.

“You just look like the type of girl who’s tired of standing with somebody who doesn’t know what you like.” His voice was deep, husky and filled with mystery. A smirk fell across his features as his eyes wandered across your body in a suggestive gesture.

“I guess you could say that.” You spoke, a smirk creeping up on your features as you looked into the chocolate abyss of his sparkling eyes, “You saying you know what I like?” Your head cocked playfully as you spurted up your mustered confidence into the question.

An equally playful smirk adorned his face, his perfect lips curving mischievously. “I’m pretty sure I could figure it out.” He drawled, the deepness of his voice sending shivers of excitement down your spine. “I’m Chanyeol.” He casually spoke, eyes flickering down your body once again.

You could barely comprehend your name coming off your lips as your eyes met Chanyeol’s, his gaze seemingly putting you under a spell of him, though the moment was soon broken as a cold hand gripped your wrist.

“Thank God you’re here, Jongdae is playing 7 minutes in heaven upstairs and he’s only doing it to get in Minseok’s-” Baekhyun’s voice cut off as he surveyed Chanyeol standing behind the bench. A slight smirk toyed at the edge of your best friend’s lips as his eyes raked over the man in front of him. “Bring your friend.”

Chanyeol looked to you with a smile that seemed to be holding back a laugh, his lips dancing on the edge of his cup as if it was the only thing stopping him from bursting out with a chuckle.

“I’ll come.” He chimed in, deep voice relaxed and smooth yet his gaze trained on you with an unspoken question of ‘will you be there?’.

A relaxed shrug was the least you could muster without bursting out of nerves and excitement at Chanyeol’s implied interest.

“Why not?” You questioned, though it was left unanswered as Baekhyun looped an arm with yours, his eyes dancing back to Chanyeol with a flirtatious smirk.

“Hm I like this one better than the other guy.” Baek hummed in your ear, his gaze now on your features.

“Me too.” You cooed back, a smirk forming on your lips as you felt Chanyeol’s arm snake around your waist.

His touch was not one you were expecting but it was amazing nonetheless. The warmth of him seeping through the tight fabric of your shirt, his hand large and encompassing as his touch seemingly soothed you. A scent of musk and an earthy home tickled your senses as he moved in closer to you, the smell of him more inviting than that of sweat and beer most of the frat boys wore.

“Is it okay if I come?” Chanyeol leaned down to whisper in your ear, his body pressing against your own as you made your way through the swarm of people to the staircase.

“I don’t see why not.” You smiled, your body already melting into his inviting touch.

Baekhyun’s sudden break away from you brought your attention to him tugging on your hand, leading you both up the stairs in a rushed manner. “Hurry up,” He whined, lips forming a pout as he almost yanked you out of Chanyeol’s grip, “I saw some twink checking out Yixing and I need to make sure he’s not getting cornered.”

“We’re coming.” You assured, reaching the top of the stairs and following him down the hallway.

It was seemingly less busy upstairs, drunk people wandering around for a toilet and a few socks on door handles was all there was to see. Most of the partygoers were downstairs, knocking back booze and hot boxing smaller rooms.

Baekhyun knocked on the last door down the plain hallway, the frenzied bangs carrying out into the room.

“Jongdae better open this fucking door or I swear-” He grumbled, waiting impatiently.

A squeeze on your hip brought you back to Chanyeol, his lips ghosting your ear as he whispered over Baekhyun’s grumbles. “This Baekhyun? The gay friend?” His question tickled the shell of your ear, his breath tantalising and hot on your neck.

“What gave it away? Him checking you out?” You laughed, an amused smile lighting up your features.

“I mean-”

“Baekhyun.” A mop of brown hair and a cheshire cat smile appeared behind the now open door, “Took you long enough.” Jongdae cooed, his kitty grin spreading as his eyes landed on Chanyeol, gaze sweeping across his muscular body.

“I only brought them here so they can make out.” Baekhyun spoke casually, his hand waving in a dismissive gesture as he walked past the man in the doorway and into the dimly lit room.

A light blush scattered across your cheeks as you followed him in wordlessly, swallowing a thick ball of nerves as you heard Chanyeol shuffle in behind you and the door click shut. The only thing easing your beating heart was his hand gently settling on the small of your back.

A small group of people you were vaguely acquainted with sat in a loose circle on the floor, a few you remembered from Baekhyun’s friend group that he tagged along with to hit up gay bars. Their eyes watched as you and Chanyeol joined the circle, his hand snaking around your waist and pulling you into his warmth as you both sat.

“So~ Who wants to do the honors?” Jongdae smirked, eyes flicking around the small circle attentively, his gaze analytical and searching as his cheshire cat grin only accentuated the mischief in his look.

Baekhyun grabbed the bottle, his nimble fingers throwing it across the circle to hit Chanyeol square in the chest.

“You go first.” Your best friend smirked, his lips curving into a mischievous grin as his hand toyed with Yixing’s.

Chanyeol’s eyebrows raised above the line of his boyish cut hair, the rugged strands falling into his clouded eyes as his hand reached out to place the bottle in the middle of the circle.

Your heart rate increased as you watched the dim lights of the room dance across the glassy surface of the empty beer bottle. Chanyeol’s body was comforting as you leaned into him, fiddling with the hem of his white tee in nervousness and hope that it would land on you.

The neck of the bottle spun around in a circle quickly, the movement fast and blurring as it whizzed around in a spiral of tightly coiled anticipation.

The bottle stopped.

And your heart sunk.

It was like being dumped in cold water, your stomach doing a flip as the glass pointed in the dreaded direction of Yixing. A deep blush scattered his cheeks and as he seemingly sunk into his oversized jumper.

“Fuck off.” Baekhyun scoffed, reaching out to pluck the bottle off the floor and point it towards you, “You are not getting 7 minutes in heaven with Xing.” His demeanour was defensive yet his eyes sparkled as they met your own, urging you to go with Chanyeol.

A cocky smirk lit up Chanyeol’s features as his hand squeezed your hip gently, the action sending a shiver of excitement to run down your spine. “Fine then,” he spoke deeply, voice laced with confidence and adrenaline.

Jongdae shrugged, unbothered by the obvious cheating on Baekhyun’s behalf. “Whatever floats your boat, the bathroom is just there.” He commented, flicking his wrist in the direction of an ensuite. “If you make a mess, clean it up.”

A few snickers arose from the group as you stood with Chanyeol, heart beating erratically against your chest, muscles seized in a thrilled anxiety that rattled your body with arousal and desperation.

“You okay with this?” Chanyeol whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive flesh in a sensory pleasure that had you holding back a whimper.

“Perfectly fine.” You cooed back, an anticipatory smile creeping its way onto your features as you tried to soothe your beating heart - which only intensified as you stepped foot into the dark bathroom.

There was a moment of processing as the door clicked shut behind Chanyeol, sealing you both in the small room.

And that was it.

Chanyeol closed the space first, his movements desperate as he crossed the small space to you. The palms of his hands were hot, burning as they gripped your hips harshly, pulling you into his even hotter body.

Chanyeol was like a star - burning and intense as his lips hit yours in an intense crescendo of lust and want. His tongue was hot, the muscle moving against your own as you melted into his chest, fingers instinctively tangling in the inky strands of his hair.

He was a great kisser, fantastic in fact. His lips were plush and cushion-like as they moulded your own perfectly, his tongue teasing as if he could work it better elsewhere and his teeth nipped against your lip whenever the need for air had you pulling away.

It was heaven.

You lit up underneath his touch as he moved his hands around your body - Chanyeol being the switch to make you respond just how he wants it. It made you more aroused than you already were, the heat between your legs only heightening as he gripped your thighs tightly.

“Jump for me, baby.” Chanyeol directed, his voice gruff and dripping with lust as his fingers dug further into your thighs.

You obeyed; allowing him to lift you onto the bathroom bench with ease. A few bottles of various lotions and body washes crashed to the floor, the sound loud in the small space - yet you were both too occupied to care.

Chanyeol’s lips were on yours again, placing a sloppy kiss on your lips before trailing down your jaw and neck. His hand gripped your hip tightly, the other trailing along your exposed thigh. Your breath hitched, chest heaving against his wandering hand as his fingers teased and tickled the sensitive flesh close to your throbbing core.

His teeth nipped your sweet spot, your neck craning on instinct as he sucked a small mark into the skin. A smirk tainted his lips as he continued to mark and tease you, his fingers inching higher with every nip and tug against the delicate flesh of your neck.

A whimper escaped your lips as you felt your clit throb, the action sending sparks of pleasure through your body and a wetness to stain the cotton panties you wore underneath the skirt. The cotton panties Chanyeol was so close to touching, his fingers near enough to graze the wetness he had caused.

“Can I?” He breathed, the question heavy in the air as his fingers toyed with the elastic of your panties.

“Yes.” You responded, your statement barely a whisper - but it was all he needed to shove the cotton aside and bring the pad of his finger against your clit.

A whimper filled the small space as you gripped his biceps harshly, the sensation of your fingers digging into the chiseled muscle cause Chanyeol to moan low in his throat. He worked his calloused finger against the swollen nub, his breath hot on your neck as his other hand gripped your ass harshly.

The feeling engulfed your body in pleasure, tendrils of desire and arousal seizing you in a coil of pure bliss.

“Ch-Chanyeol~” His name fell off your lips, the two syllables breathy and half moaned as they filled the dark bathroom.

“Fuck.” He muttered the curse, deep voice turning you into a puddle as he pulled his finger off your clit, inserting 2 digits into you slowly. A whimper escaped your lips as he started hard and fast pace with his fingers, curling them to graze your spot with every thrust.

“You’re so wet, baby.” His breath got hotter on your neck, bringing his lips closer to nip the skin teasingly. Your fingers tightened in his hair instinctively, tugging on the messy locks as his fingers fucked you closer to your release.

“We need to get out of here.” You half moaned next to his ear, body arching into his hand.

Chanyeol pulled away, eyes meeting your own - the orbs glazed with arousal and need as he surveyed your disheveled form, body succumbed to his fingers. A low growl sounded in his throat as he pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his swollen lips before sucking your wetness off them.

Your breath hitched as you watched him suck your arousal off his fingers, the action sparking a desperation within you.

A desperation for Chanyeol.

“How do we go without the others noticing?” He questioned, helping you off the bench.

A devilish smirk lit up your features as you gestured toward the large window over the expensive bathtub. “How else?”

Chanyeol cocked an eyebrow, walking over to the window and poking his head out in question.

“Yeah, there’s a roof underneath. We can do it.” He turned back around, holding his hand out for you as an invitation.

“We better be quick, the others will be knocking on the door soon.” You noted, grabbing onto Chanyeol’s hand.

He climbed out first - insisting that he’d help you down. His lanky form accidentally banging on the window sill by accident.

“Yeol, be careful.” You giggled, watching him rub his head with a grimace, “They’ll hear us.”

Chanyeol rolled his eyes, helping you onto the platform roof outside the window. “Like they didn’t hear your moans before?” He countered, lips curling into a shit head smirk.

“Shut up.” You wacked his muscly arm gently, poking your tongue out in mock annoyance.

Chanyeol chuckled, the sound hearty in the crisp night air, a small breeze lightly carrying the melody of his laugh away. The moonlight hit his handsome features, the silver beams accentuating his beauty as he smiled at you. It took your breath away, the sound of the raging frat party drowning out in the singular moment on the roof that you shared with Chanyeol.

“I’ll jump down and I’ll help you off, ok?” He asked, walking down to the edge of the roof, being careful not to slip on the tiles.

“Okay.” You spoke, following his careful footsteps to the edge and watching him jump down with ease - his height making it possible to happen without hurting himself.

“Come on.” Chanyeol jokingly urged, his hands reaching up as if he was going to catch you.

You sat on the edge of the roof, being careful not to sit on the gutter as you shimmied to as far as you could get.

“Stop mucking around. Just jump, I’ll catch you.” He waved his hands gently, signalling you into his inviting arms.

You bit your lip gently - it wasn’t exactly the shortest distance down and you were scared you’d hurt him, but you took a leap of faith as you heard Baekhyun crash into the bathroom.

“WHERE ARE YOU SHITHEADS I’VE BEEN KNOCKING FOR THE PAST 5 MINUTES.” Baek’s yell carried out the window, prompting Chanyeol to mutter an urged ‘quick’.

Your eyes widened as you hopped from the edge and landing in Chanyeol’s arms securely.

“What’d I tell ya, baby cakes?” He teased, smirking as he pulled you into his chest.

“Shut up.” You teased back, grinning stupidly as you melted into him, his scent and warmth seeping into you invitingly. A small commotion from the window brought your attention back to Baekhyun, his loud voice being distinctive in the night air as him and a few others talked loudly from the bathroom.

Chanyeol laughed, the delicious sound making your focus on him once again.

“Come on, let’s go.” His hand interlaced with your own as he ran off into the night with you.

“A car?” You cocked your eyebrow, stopping outside a sleek, black mustang. Though it was one of the old ones - the type from the 60s that were hardly around anymore. It suited Chanyeol perfectly, the black leather and retro look fitting his James Dean, ‘bad boy’ aura.

Chanyeol smirked at your question, popping the back door open and waving a hand out for you to enter, “Ladies first.”

You smirked back as you walked up to the door, slipping into the dark interior.

“I parked it out here so no drunk assholes would bang it up.” Chanyeol spoke, closing the door and encasing you both inside, “But I suppose the seclusion is serving another purpose now.”

He started closing the small distance between you both, bringing his body close to your own. Chanyeol’s car smelt so much like him it was intoxicating and with him so close - you were drowning in him.

And you loved it.

“I suppose it is.” You cooed gently, leaning into his broad chest.

Chanyeol didn’t bother replying, his lips finding your own in the dark space, hands silently wandering your body. You kissed back, deepening it as you got hung up in him. His lips moulded with your own perfectly, tongue gently dipping into your mouth as he opened up to you.

A small whimper escaped you as he grabbed your breast harshly, kneading it through the thin fabric of your shirt and bra. Chanyeol growled in response - the sound sending arousal to run through you like a drug as he nipped your lip.

His hands started to wander more, the digits dipping under the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head as he kissed you harder, more desperately.

“Yeollie.” You moaned the nickname as he pulled away, only to have his lips to crash into your neck, sucking a dark bruise into the sensitive skin.

He broke away again once more, tugging your shirt over your head and discarding it somewhere within the car.

A gasp fell off your lips as you felt the cool night air on your nipples through the thin lace of your bra. Chanyeol smirked as he saw the perky nubs, bringing his fingers up to give one of them a quick pinch. The action sparked a small moan from you, fingers tightening on his shoulders.

“You’re so responsive.” Chanyeol praised breathlessly, ripping the delicate lace off your chest in an effortless movement.

“Fuck.” You breathed into the cabin, watching him discard the wrecked fabric into the depths of the car.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” Chanyeol spoke, bringing your attention back to his lips, the rosy skin brushing against your erect nipple teasingly.

Another moan filled the car as he sucked harshly on the sensitive nub, swirling his tongue around the nipple. He smirked into you, tugging the bud between his teeth, eyes flicking up to meet your own devilishly.

You melted at the eye contact, working your fingers up to tangle in his thick hair and tug gently.

The desperation for him was eating away at you, you needed Chanyeol hard and fast but he was toying with you - pushing you to your limit in the backseat of his car.

He groaned against your skin, the noise sending hot sparks of arousal down your spine as he tugged your panties off under your skirt. You inhaled sharply as the cool air brushed against your wetness, coaxing the hot arousal threatening to drip down your thigh.

Chanyeol’s fingers danced under the hem of your skirt, swiping a digit down your slit before inserting it into your entrance.

“You’re still so wet.” He cooed against your skin, bringing his lips back up to your neck and kissing the sensitive flesh.

You bit your lip in response, too invested in the way his finger twisted around inside of you to be bothered answering. A moan fell off your lips as he added a second finger, eyes meeting your own again as he watched your face contort in pleasure.

The pleasure he was giving you.

“Chanyeol~” You moaned his name into the dark space, whimpering as his fingers curled into your spot and a coil of pleasure built up in your stomach.

“Do you want to cum on my fingers?” His voice was thick, the deep tone touching places and making you feel things you never thought you could from someone’s voice.

“Y-Yes,” You responded, the single syllable hanging breathlessly in the air, “I want you to make me cum, Yeollie.”

Chanyeol moaned, the sound sending you closer to the edge as he elicited the noise at your words. “I want to make you cum,” He groaned heartily into your ear, “I want my fingers to be soaked in you.”

A whimper sounded in the back of your throat as you bucked your hips into him gently, desperate for more as you started to ascend to your high.

You wanted it so bad.

Your walls clenched around him as he added a third finger, bringing the pads of them to rub against your spot deliciously, his thumb already rubbing tight circles against your clit. The sensation was sending the coil in your stomach to tighten, tendrils of pleasure circled your abdomen as you felt your high near, felt the delicious snap of your senses about to explode. You moaned loudly, hoping that the car would conceal your cries of release as you continued to moan.

Chanyeol responded to every sound with harder rubs to your clit, curling his fingers firmer against your spot as you continued to let out the pleasurable noises.

It wasn’t long before his fingers dealt a final stroke that caused you to explode - your body arching in bliss as your orgasm washed over you in powerful waves.

“Chanyeol!” It was the only word you could articulate in the moment his fingers brought you over the edge, your body plunging into the abyss as he let you ride it out.

“Fuck you’re beautiful.” Chanyeol groaned, lips meeting jaw line in sloppy kisses as he pulled his fingers out. Your chest heaved as you tried to regain your breath, attempting to recover from the powerful orgasm he had given you.

Your eyes met Chanyeol’s once more as you splayed out on the leather after being completely wrecked from his fingers alone. He smirked, bringing his lips to your own in a wet kiss.

He pulled away, eyes still trained on your own as he brought the three fingers up to his swollen lips, parting slightly to allow for the digits to enter and be sucked clean. Chanyeol moaned as he tasted you on his skin, the action sparking you to regain your desperation from before.

“Delicious, baby.” He smirked again as he pulled his fingers out, the digits lowering to rest on his belt, “Can I?”

Your eyes widened as they flicked down to his bulge - it was large and you could tell he wasn’t small. A nod was all you could manage, your mouth growing dry at the sight and your pussy clenching around nothing as you watched him unbuckle the leather.

Chanyeol pulled his pants and boxers down enough to reveal his dick. The member was thick and large, the head red and begging for something. He hissed gently as he brought his hand up and down his cock a few times, pumping himself gently.

“You okay with this?” Chanyeol’s eyes bored into your own as you watched him intently.

“Of course.” A smirk fell upon your lips as you waited for him to reach out to you, for him to take you however he wanted, “Take me, Chanyeol.”

The two words were all he needed, eyes glazed in arousal and desperation as he settled his body over your own, laying you down on the leather seat. You gulped, watching him line himself up and get ready to pound you into the backseat.

Chanyeol moaned as he entered you, body flush against your own as he buried himself to the hilt - wasting no time at all. A moan fell off his rosy lips as he worked himself into you, your wetness making it easy for him to slide in. Your own moans mixed with his as you accompanied to the stretch, his considerable length stretching you perfectly.

He started off a gentle pace, allowing you to get used to it, Chanyeol soon got carried away, his hips speeding up with every thrust and his moans becoming more desperate as he started to get a little bit rougher.

He was amazing, his cock perfect and stretching you out in a way that you found no one else did. Your nails dug into his broad shoulders for leverage as he started to get more erratic, thrusting hard and fast into you.

The leather was creaking, the noises of his hips slapping yours and your moans being the only thing filling the cabin of his car. Chanyeol’s moans were even deeper as he was in you, the noises sending you closer to your second high, your walls clenching around him involuntarily.

Your legs wrapped around him tightly, the heels of your feet digging into the small of his back, trying to bury him deeper into you as you arched into his body, a loud moan cascading out of you as he hit your spot.

Chanyeol groaned in response, doing his best to fuck you harder and deeper within the cramped space. The coil in you started to tighten again, the post orgasm sensitivity making it easier to reach as your high loomed before you.

Your moans became more frequent and loud as you started to approach your high, your body and mind lost in the spiral of pleasure that Chanyeol was giving you. Your nails dug deeper into his shoulder blades, leaving angry lines of scratches on his skin through his clothed back.

“Ch-Chanyeol!” You choked his name out through a moan as the pleasure started to build up once more, become unbearable to the point where your orgasm washed over you with a particularly hard thrust from Chanyeol.

His hips stuttered as you came around him, a deep moan filling the space as he tried to thrust through it and guide you through the orgasm. Though he had to pull out, cumming just in time as his seed coated your thighs in a sticky mess of pleasure.

“Fuck.” He muttered into the dark cabin, eyes watching you through the pale moonlight.

You were wrecked, breathing heavy and wasted on the black leather of his backseat. Chanyeol leaned down and kissed you gently, catching your lips in a soft kiss.

“You can call me when you need me,” He muttered into your lips, “I’ll be your temporary fix, babe.”

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Unknown Number | C.HW

Genre: college!au - explicit smut/angst/fluff Word count: 16.8k Comments: this is a revision of an au that i wrote from when i was in a different fandom!! Warnings: graphic depictions of sex: fingering, oral (male and female), insertion, dirty talk, public sex, dom/sub themes.

In which two anonymous people sext each other, neither one aware that the other is their sworn enemy.

Commonly, at the ages of the early twenties, partying becomes an event that is scheduled almost every single week. Crammed bodies that emit heat, slick with sweat, sticking against each other on dance floors packed like sardines and in secret affairs tucked away in random quarters; the turbulent howling of frat boys who have found the beer keg and are attempting to sacrifice their weakest link to down it all in one gulp; almosts and maybes and hindered exchanges that stay sputtering in the stomachs of those who leave early filled with regret. A party is everything aggravating that stirs up irritation put into one area under the façade of something whimsical, and it is all worth it – until the morning after.

The dull, throbbing pain that bangs against your skull causes your eyelids to flutter open, the harsh sunlight that flows into your bedroom through the drawn curtains triggering the torment to grow worse as it fries your retinas, screwing your eyes shut as you let out a groan of agony, sore arms flying up to rest your hands against your forehead and to massage your temples.

“My head,” you hiss in pain, gulping the urge to curse loudly at yourself for deciding to drink so much the night before down your throat. A low chuckle emits from the side of your room which causes your body to jolt in surprise, turning your head and barely peeking out from underneath your eyelids at the origin of the sound, seeing your roommate leaning against the doorframe, trying to suppress his laughter. “Jesus, Kihyun. Knock next time.”

“You’ve been asleep for fifteen hours, I came to check if you were still alive.” Kihyun explains, walking towards you and holding out what you’ve made out to be a single pill of tylenol and a glass of water. “I told you to be careful with your drinks last night, you know.”

You slowly sit up, rolling your eyes as you leans against your headboard, graciously accepting the pill and water and downing it in one gulp. Your esophagus feels less dry and you relish in the fleeting moment of peace before another strike of pain emits in your skull and sends jolts of agony down your bones and nerves. You wince once more, closing your eyes.

“What happened last night?” you ask your roommate, attempting to recollect your memories of the night before in the darkness behind your eyelids but coming up blank.

“You got drunk,” Kihyun answers you, hands shoved into his pockets as if he were looking for something. “Then, after your 5th shot or whatever, you told me you were going to the bathroom. You were gone for, like, 50 minutes, so I tried phoning you to see where you were, but my phone was gone! Luckily, I found you on the floor next to the ladies bathroom,” he pauses and then lifts up his phone - his shattered phone - to your face. “Next to this.”

His eyes are sharp, pointed directly at you as you gulp and shrink down in confused guilt before an apologetic smile attempts to stretch on your face. “I’m sorry?”

“You should say that to the people you texted,” Kihyun shrugs, shoving his phone back into his pocket and crossing his arms. “You messaged every single person off of my contacts list. Your phone’s been going off for the past fifteen hours while you’ve been asleep.”

Your eyes widen. “Oh shit.”

“Oh shit, indeed.”

You reach for your phone on your nightstand and press the circular button rousing the device awake, and sure enough, your lockscreen is decorated with rows and rows of text notifications, each one coming from a different combination of numbers. An array of Who is this?, Wrong number., and If this is some sort of prank, please stop. It’s not funny’s causes your face to redden, putting your phone down onto your lap and covering your face in embarrassment.

“Please don’t tell anyone it was me,” you look back up at Kihyun, unlocking your phone and tapping on your text app, already conjuring apologies to the strangers.

“Your secret is safe with me. Have fun!” he reassures you, before pivoting on his heel and walking out your room, closing the door behind him.

Gulping, your eyes skim the texts that you decided to send from the night before, harsh and erratic words meeting your eyes. You groan in despair as you read each reply, tones of anger and confusion aimed at you - you had a lot to work with, and thankfully, you had the entire rest of the day to contemplate remorseful apologies. But deep within your notifications lies a reply different from the rest, rich words that hold sentiment and persona, lined in several sentences. The reply was from an unknown number, of course it was, but you can’t deny the peculiarity of the message.

And thus, almost apologetically, you leave it unanswered for the time being.

----

“No, dude, I swear on my life, I got the freakiest text message last night.”

Kihyun opens the dorm room to the sound of dispute, Jooheon’s voice being the loudest of all of them. Groans emit from around the corner and Kihyun could practically envision eyes rolling at the boys statement.

“I read the text,” Minhyuk says after a pause. “It wasn’t freaky at all.”

“Yes it was!” Jooheon argues, scrambling to grab his phone from underneath the mountain of review sheets and textbooks, hands practically shaking as he unlocks it, tapping his text app. He holds his phone to his friend’s faces, who lean in to inspect the text, before they all stare at him, deadpan.

“I told you so.” Minhyuk quips, shrugging his shoulders.

“Okay, so you tell me. If you got a text that just said 5 days. and nothing else - absolutely zilch - you wouldn’t be afraid?” Jooheon narrows his eyes at Minhyuk, but before Minhyuk could even begin to open his mouth to answer back in dripping sarcasm, Kihyun sits down on the floor and slams his books against the carpet, looking at them in curiosity.

“What’s going on?” asks Kihyun as he shuffles his papers around, looking for the review sheet he had been analyzing for the past few days.

“This random number texted us in the middle of the night,” Minhyuk answers Kihyun, before pointing towards Jooheon, who stares directly at his phone. “He’s afraid because the same number texted him 5 days.”

“A random number?” asks Kihyun, brain reeling as he realizes that it must have been (Y/N), but his face stays static at the apparent discovery. “Hm. That’s weird. What else did you guys get?”

“They copy and pasted an entire WikiHow article on how to bake banana bread for me.” Wonho pipes up from beside Jooheon. “It was kinda helpful. I think I might do it later.”

“I got a whole paragraph on how I’m obstructing their education by being loud in our shared class. Like, what does that even mean?” Minhyuk is obviously irritated at this message, furrowing his brows together. “I’m not even that loud. And what shared class?”

A sigh emits from Hyungwon, who has been silent for the past few minutes. He stares at his textbook, flipping through the pages as he talks. “I don’t know why you guys are over analyzing this. It’s just some person pranking us, it’s not that big of a deal.”

Kihyun almost freezes at the new insight, turning his head towards the lanky boy who he knows shares a venomous and strained relationship with (Y/N), internally yelling at the girl for acting so brash through her drunken actions.

“You got a text?” Kihyun asks him, voice surprisingly calm, however, behind the facade lies an expression almost synonymous to hellfire. Hyungwon’s mouth remains closed, eyes tearing away from the printed words of his textbook and towards his older friend. His expression is still, and his eyes are calm, but it is everything Kihyun needs to confirm that he is one of the receivers.

“Really?” Minhyuk questions. “What did it say?”

“What the text said isn’t important,” Hyungwon glances at Minhyuk quickly before looking back to his textbook. “Can we please just get on with studying? That’s what I came here for.”

“Hey man,” Jooheon pouts, practically sending Hyungwon a pleading expression. “You can’t just say you got a text and not tell us!”

“Yeah, he’s right!” Wonho points at Jooheon. “We’re your friends. You’re like… legally obligated to tell us.”

Hyungwon lets out a huff, biting the inside of his cheeks before looking back up at his circle of friends. “They sent me a long, long essay on why they hate me.”

Silence fills the air and Kihyun can sense tension following just behind as they all stare at Hyungwon. It’s only a fleeting moment before they all burst out into roaring laughter, tears threatening to fall from their brightened eyes as they double over on top of each other. Kihyun and Hyungwon watch the two in confusion before Kihyun decides to let out a couple of strained, awkward chuckles.

“Hey,” Kihyun clears his throat and pats Hyungwon on the back as the rest of the boys’ laughter dies down. “Like you said, it’s most likely just a prank, right?”

Hyungwon doesn’t even look at Kihyun in the eye, shrugging as he mumbles out a silent ‘yes.’ Minhyuk takes notice of this, pointing at Hyungwon in shock.

“Oh my god, he’s offended by the text,” Minhyuk says. “It must’ve been personal then, huh? They probably know you in real life. Oh my god, how funny would that be?”

Hyungwon rolls his eyes before looking back at his textbook, letting out a huff of air as he attempts to drown out the sounds of his friends.

Kihyun turns to Minhyuk, racking his brain for excuses. “There’s a low chance they know each other in real life,” Kihyun says. “I mean, that would be impossible.”

“Wait, but Minhyuk has a point,” Jooheon adds. “I mean, whoever this was, they texted all of us, right? They must know who we are. It just comes down to figuring out who it is.”

“Why are we still talking about this?” Hyungwon shuts his book, the plop of the hardcovers interrupting Minhyuk and Jooheon. “I came here to study, not analyze and dissect some girl’s cryptic text messages.”

Minhyuk raises an eyebrow. “Girl?”

Hyungwon freezes and Kihyun is almost about to crack, but luckily, Hyungwon opens his mouth before Kihyun could do anything. “She said something about how she hates the ‘girls can’t beat up boys’ stereotype because she claims that she could take me down easy.”

“Well,” Minhyuk says. “She’s got a point.”

“Shut up, Minhyuk.” Hyungwon glares at him, patience already begin to waver thin.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” Minhyuk throws his hands up in defense. “But hey. This is strong evidence. Whoever this masked texter is, they know us and they’re a girl. We’re a few steps closer to figuring out who the culprit is.”

Kihyun scratches the back of his neck as he remains silent, searching for a coherent sentence in his brain. “Well. Let’s stu-”

“Hey, Minhyuk,” Wonho looks up towards his friend from his position on the ground, laying on his stomach. “You said that you guys shared a class right? They could be in any one of your classes.”

“Oh my god… you’re right,” Minhyuk agrees. “I’ll question ever-”

Hyungwon interrupts him by noisily grabbing his papers and books, standing up and earning confused looks from his friends. He pivots on his heel and walks towards the door, turning the doorknob and opening it just a crack before looking over his shoulder. “I’m glad all of you have unanimously agreed to fail our finals. Since we aren’t studying, I’ll be taking my leave.”

The door slams shut, leaving the four boys in his wake.

“Geez.” Minhyuk scoffs, before continuing with his sentence prior to Hyungwon leaving.

As Hyungwon walks out the apartment lobby, the crisp cool autumn breeze dancing across the skin of his cheeks after he opens the door, his teeth clench in annoyance as the memories of the text messages he had received flash in his mind. He closes his eyes momentarily, before opening them again, hiking back to his own apartment complex, attempting to push the situation out of his mind.

Yet, no matter how much he seeks to overlook his feelings of irritation, he can still detect the weight of his phone in the pocket of his sweater, where the messages filled of anger and tirancy of an unknown woman linger on the screen the same way they linger in his memory.

He will delete them. After one more message.

----

Your phone emits a loud tone, causing your eyes to widen as heads in the library turn to look towards you. You quickly grab it to silence it, sending everyone apologetic smiles and glances before looking down at your screen at the text notification, raising your eyebrow once you realized whom it had originated from. That morning, while you had been apologizing to a series of confusion and states of anger, you had come across one reply a lot different than the rest; a paragraph filled with words of true irritation, personal anger, and you, in your hungover galore, decided to leave it be, finding entertainment in their message.

From - Unknown Number: so u texted my friends too. who are u?

You furrowed your eyebrows together as you scroll up to find your original text to try and figure out who this person could be - obviously, you must have some sort of connection with them or a similarity for his emotional outburst prior his recent message - but as you scroll up you are only given a dead end when you realized you must have deleted your first text while you was still drunk.

You sent: first of all thx for texting me while im in the library im p sure the librarian is on my ass now. second, i was drunk so it was probably nonsense. third of all thats for me to know and for u to never find out.

You put your phone down and pick up your pencil, finding the paragraph you were last reading, but before your pencil could even reach the lined paper of your notebook, your phone buzzes again. You look at the screen, seeing that the unknown man has replied to your message.

From - Unknown Number: whatever. just dont text me anymore. if u got smth personal to say then say it to my face and stop hiding behind a screen like a coward.

You sigh, setting your pencil down and picking your phone up.

You sent: mister u were the one who texted me today first. also arent u basically doing the same thing? if u’ve got something to say then come say it to my face.

From - Unknown Number: i dont even know who u are. just apologize.

You sent: no. goodbye.

From - Unknown Number: whatever. just lay off. i already got enough things to stress about.

You sent: i said goodbye.

You stare at your phone for what seems like an eternity, waiting for him to reply, but he doesn’t. You close your eyes almost thankfully, sighing before you delete the entire text conversation and shove your phone into your bag and dismiss everything before you continue to study. You had believed, foolishly, that this man never contacts you again.

You were wrong.

From - Unknown Number: hey should i buy pizza

You hold a spatula in your other hand, the sound of eggs frying filling the kitchen. It’s only the next morning and this unknown man had apparently not forgotten about your number and decided to ignore your farewell. You sigh, the inkling of regret that you had after discovering that you had texted multitudes of strangers becoming even bigger.

You sent: didn’t i say goodbye to u already

From - Unknown Number: yeah but like … im hungry

You roll your eyes as you flip an egg over in the steaming pan.

You sent: then text ur friends

From - Unknown Number: u see…. i got into a fight with them

You sent: wow. im so surprised.

From - Unknown Number: so should i buy pizza or not hurry up i got class in like 30 mins n if im late my teachers gonna bite my ass

You sent: dont buy pizza its still morning … buy a bagel or smth

From - Unknown Number: good idea. k thx.. good bye

You sigh before you dismiss him again, putting your phone face down on the counter as you slide your eggs off the pan onto a plate before stepping into the dining room to eat with Kihyun. You hadn’t seen him since he had left to go to Wonho’s apartment, a burly, intimidating looking man whom he had befriended in his psychology class. He looked down at his plate, taking few, sparse bites out of his bacon before he jumps at the sound of your chair scraping against the hardwood floors, sitting down across from him.

“You seem a bit jumpy today,” you quirk an eyebrow at your best friend. “Is something wrong?”

“No!” he says, far too quickly. “Not at all!”

“Kihyun,” you question after a beat, furrowing your eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”

Kihyun gulps, staring at his plate of bacon and rice before letting out a short sigh, setting his spoon and fork down and putting his hands in his lap.

“Remember when you texted a bunch off people off my contacts list?” his voice is low.

“Yeah? It just happened yesterday.”

“Well, um,” he sputters. “You texted Wonho, Jooheon, Minhyuk, and-” his voice lowers even more, becoming hushed as if he’s afraid to see your reacton. “Hyungwon.”

You automatically stand up, wide-eyed, jaw slack as you watch your friend’s face turn from fear to worry, waving at you as if to tell you to keep your temper in check and pulling you back to sit down.

It isn’t that you are afraid of Hyungwon, because it’s the direct opposite. The simple sound of his name causes a specific type of vexation to rise up in your bloodstream, and the two of you being in the same area brings concern to other people. It’s known all over campus that the two of you share hostile feelings towards each other, ever since you had caught him so blatantly cheating off your first pop quiz during the beginning of the semester - you weren’t the only person to catch him too, as your teacher called the two of you up to the front, believing you were allowing him copy off of you, and much to your demise, gave the two of you the automatic grades of zero. He never even apologized to you, the blatant difference in your statistics class’ grade so drastic from your other classes thanks to him.

“And what did I send him?” you ask Kihyun.

“He said that you sent him a long paragraph on why you hated him.”

You find yourself letting out dark chuckles, hands wrapping around your spoon and fork as you begin to work on your plate of eggs.

“Maybe drunk me had a point.” you say to a stunned Kihyun.

Soon, you find yourself forgetting about those text messages you shared that morning with the unknown man as well as your conversation with Kihyun, instead directing your focus on a word problem as you sit in your statistics class. The environment is quiet, much to your bliss, as you find that a perfect work setting to analyze problems in. But as they say, the universe only brings you the opposite of what you want, and on the other side of the closed door, someone knocks fervently and loudly, earning gasps of shock from other students are you.

“Mr. Chae,” your professor sighs. “You’re late. Again.”

You look up to see Hyungwon marching into class, a coffee in one hand and a small paper bag in the other. He meets eyes with you and you find yours rolling at the direct contact before looking back down to focus on your word problem. Minutes pass by and you’re on your next question, a much more difficult one, and you find yourself stumped as you rack your brain for an answer.

You hear a loud crackling a few desks away, but you ignore it.

You hear it again, this time a bit longer, but before you could turn around to see who it was, it stopped.

Just as your brain figured out a way to solve the question, the crackling continues once more, even louder and even longer. You turn around to find the culprit the sound originates from, and you find Hyungwon, just a few seats behind you, halfway into sinking his teeth into a bagel, the crinkly bag of paper he used to carry it to class now disposed of in a tiny ball on top of his textbook. He notices you turn around to look at him, sending you sharp eyes lined with venom before continuing to bite down into his bagel and chewing rather loudly. You turn back around, attempting to ignore the camel-like sounds from behind you letting out a huff of annoyance, every trace of the answer that was in your mind long gone. How he hasn’t been kicked out of this class yet is beyond you.

You sent: i need an idea for an essay

It’s currently 9:45 in the evening, and you sit at your desk chair with your laptop open on Google docs, and it seems as if you’ve been static since the clock hit nine. Kihyun was out volunteering at an overnight camp for troubled teenagers (“I have to go or else I’ll fail psychology,” he had said before leaving with a small gym bag packed with his clothes. “I don’t even know why I have to take psychology. I’m in the culinary field for christ’s sake!”), thus you were alone in your small two bedroom apartment, the only thing accompanying you is the ticking of the clock in the kitchen and the gentle thrum of the heater.

From - Unknown Number: i thought we weren’t gonna text each other anymore

His reply came rather quickly, you were a bit surprised - but nonetheless, you were desperate. You cursed yourself for leaving your criminology assignment until last minute - it’s due the next day, 8:00 AM sharp.

You sent: i know but its due in like 11 hours and i dont have a prompt so i dont have any idea how to start this and if i dont get it in then im done for

From - Unknown Number: what course??

You sent: criminology

From - Unknown Number: hmm……. prompt?

You sent: theres no prompt my professor said to just write anything. like literally anything that has to do with crim and im having the biggest brainfart

From - Unknown Number: how about police misconduct? or u could write abt the rights of defendants. or like… the concepts of conduct and causation.

You sent: omg………………….ur a life saver

From - Unknown Number: i know

You end up finishing your essay in only four hours, submitting it to your professor and closing your laptop and climbing into bed, stretching out your limbs and letting out a large yawn. You stare at your ceiling for what seems like hours before you sit up, grabbing your phone and unlocking it, your conversation with the unknown man appearing on your screen. You deliberate whether or not you should or shouldn’t, the blinking line next to the body of words almost mocking you, and you think, why the hell not?, before you hit send.

You sent: i just finished. thank you again. good night.

His reply came only seconds later.

From - Unknown Number: of course. sleep well.

You smile at the text for only a second before you quickly wipe it off your face, remembering that this man is a stranger, and no matter how nice he was being to you, he was still unknown. You let out a sigh as you delete the conversation, clicking your phone off and plugging it in to charge it, setting it face down on your bedside table. You stare at the ceiling, sleepiness beginning to coat your eyes, your last thoughts before drifting off are to never text him again.

You find it hard though, because the next morning, he texted you a hearty good morning!, and before you could even stop yourself, you texted him a good morning back. You find yourself replying to every text message he sends you, and even though you remind yourself to never text him again, that this message will be the last one, you still come up with a reply, hitting send before you could stop your thumbs from hitting the cold screen.

By and by, the heated debates that the two of you had started from had evolved into friendlier conversations filled with more personal details. You ask him heaps of questions; whether you should use the last of your paycheck to buy a book or to get more clothes, thus beginning a long conversation on the quality of clothing and store brands. He tells you to treat yourself to a high-end brand, which you found yourself scoffing at - but you find yourself walking to school just a few days later with a new knit cardigan, the designer label almost shining off the collar.

He asks you what your favourite television show is, leading to hours and hours of lists of recommendations and reviews of series and movies both on and off Netflix, conversing over plots, genres and pairings. He tells you that he loves comedy sitcoms, and reality shows, and you tell him your favourite genre, much to his akin. You tell him your favourite genre of music, and he tells you that his is EDM and R&B. He tells you his favourite shade is black, and you tell him the colour that you are most fond of. You learn that he has a deathly fear of spiders, and he learns of what lurks in your brain when your bedroom is dark and silent. He learns that you’ve never gone travelling, and you learn that he’s been to almost all of the continents of the Earth. You tell him your favourite time of day, and he tells you his; nine in the evening, when the sun has gone to rest and the stars decorate the sky in glimmering valour.

You joke, you bond, you laugh for what seemed like only days, to the point where the two of you hadn’t realized how long it had been since you both actually started talking. He’s the first one to text you in the morning, and the last to text you at night. He’s the first you text when you’ve got a problem, and the first to text when you’ve got nothing else to do. And even though he’s never asked for your name, he knows you; what you like, what you don’t like, what you aspire to be, and what you fear.

“Ms. (Y/L/N),” your professor speaks loudly, earning glances towards your way as you tear your eyes from your phone screen and back towards the front of the class. Your professor stands with her hands on her hips. “If you have something better to do, then I advise you to leave my class.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, setting your phone down. “It won’t happen again.”

You hear a snicker not too far away from you, and you already know who it’s originated from, your face already beginning to heat up rage as you push down the urge to turn around, hop over the desks and deck Hyungwon in the face.

“Please answer word problem number four for the class, miss (Y/L/N).” your teacher tells you, looking at you expectantly over the top of her glasses. You gulp, looking down at your workbook as you read the said question, cursing to yourself in your head for not knowing what it means and for not focusing in class. Minutes of awkward silence passes by quickly, but to you it feels like eons before you hear Hyungwon’s arrogant voice cut through the air.

“I can answer it for her, professor!” he says, gleefully. You can almost see his haughty smile lingering in his words. “Of the given data set, the median is 75, the first quartile is 69, the third quartile is 81, and the interquartile range is 81, which you subtract 69 from, which gives us 12.”

“Very good, Mr. Chae,” your professor nods and you ball your hands into fists. “Perhaps you should not only teach Miss (Y/L/N) the foundation of statistics, but also to focus during class.”

And with that, she turns back around on her heel and flips a page, continuing with her lecture. You turn around to find where Hyungwon is sitting a few seats back, a smug smirk on his face before he looks back at his notebook, jotting down notes. You tell yourself to calm down, to not let this situation take over your temper - and you do such as, but your fists stay clenched.

From - Unknown Number: so how was ur day?

You read the message as you unlock your front door, using your foot to kick it open.

You sent: terrible. how was urs?

You hang your keys on the keyholder beside the door and kick off your shoes, walking into the living room and finding it empty - Kihyun must still be working at the cafeteria. You set your bag down on the floor and look through the fridge, letting out a soft sigh of relief after finding a wrapped plate of food your best friend had left you before leaving. You put it into the microwave and punch out the numbers before leaning on your counter as you wait, pulling out your phone and seeing that the unknown man has replied.

From - Unknown Number: oh im so sorry… ah my day was fine! i finally got to prove myself to this girl i detest… i felt super cool

You furrow your brow as you read it, the first thing you think of was of what happened during statistics with Hyungwon. Your stomach drops for a second - what if you were texting Hyungwon? The beeping of the microwave snaps you out of your thoughts, and you shake your head as you click the microwave open, grabbing your plate. That would be impossible - this man is far too coherent, smart, funny and kind to be Hyungwon.

No, it can’t be Hyungwon at all. That would be absolutely impossible.

It was as if he had heard your thoughts though, because your phone buzzed again.

From - Unknown Number: by the way… am i ever going to know your name?

You read the message over a few times, dread setting in your stomach. You had already shared far too much information about yourself to this unknown man, he knows more about you than Kihyun does - you had been using him as a way to vent. You felt terrible thinking about it, but you were far too afraid to take things to the next level, even if it just meant knowing each other’s names; you loathed feeling vulnerable, and it feels much better to do it anonymously.

You sent: hm… i kinda like it better this way. us being anonymous.

From - Unknown Number: good. because i do too.

You smile as you read his answer, grabbing your fork and stabbing the pieces of lasagna off your plate and scooping them into your mouth. You were glad he felt the same way - perhaps he felt the same way because he thought the same way as you did.

You sent: oh yeah btw what was the first thing i sent u? i deleted everything while i was drunk so now i cant read any of the msgs i sent u that first night

From - Unknown Number: like. the very FIRST thing or… the very first few things

You sent: the very FIRST thing.

From - Unknown Number: you sent me “what are you wearing?” were u trying to like.. find me somewhere or smth?

Your scan the message that you had apparently sent before widening your eyes at the sudden realization, your face heating up in humiliation. Quickly, you type a reply.

You sent: oh my god……. i think i was trying to sext u

There was a brief pause before you saw the three dots pop up again.

From - Unknown Number: oh

You inwardly cringe.

You sent: PLEASE IM SO SORRY I WAS DRUNK it wont happen again i promise pls dont be mad at me

From - Unknown Number: omg no!!! im not mad at u.. im just …. beating myself up for being stupid

You sent: you’re not stupid at all omg ! i can see where u thought it sounded like i was looking for u…

From - Unknown Number: BUT THATS NOT A NICE WAY TO PRANK SOMEONE YOU KNOW

You sent: who said it was a prank?

You weren’t thinking when you sent it, but the millisecond after you hit send a wave of panic courses through you. This was it, this is the end of your new-found friendship with this anonymous man; he was going to track your number down and then figure out who you are and show the entirety of the internet about your texts and then humiliate you. You sit there, thinking of the worst, but your vibrating phone brings you back to clarity.

From - Unknown Number: what do u mean?

You blink at his response. But then again, you hadn’t been pleasured in that field for a very long time, and this man is anonymous - he won’t have anything to use against you. You think of having your own fun while he texts you, and plus, if anything goes wrong, you could always just block his number. Plus, sex is a safe-ground; no feelings, no emotions, no ties - just strict, pure physical lust.

Right?

Fuck it.

You sent: what are you wearing?

----

He is half certain that this is a joke, and, the other half is him hoping it isn’t. He wonders just how he got this unknown woman, whom three weeks ago he was just arguing against, to break through his skin defences to make him feel this way. He thinks about lying, telling the woman that he isn’t interested, that he wants emotional ties - but the last time he’s been with someone more than a year ago, and he’s already growing tired of handling things by himself, plus, his roommate, Changkyun, is out babysitting, leaving the house all to himself for the night.

Hyungwon gulps.

Fuck it.

Hyungwon sent: my pajamas

Hyungwon cringes to himself. He’s not the best at sexting, he doesn’t have much experience in it. There is a beat that hangs in the air for a second before three dots appear indicating that the woman has thought of a response.

From - Angry Girl: ………………. is that all?

Hyungwon sent: well…. yeah? u asked me what im wearing n i told u what im wearing… what do u want me to say

From - Angry Girl: dude have u never sexted before????

Hyungwon sent: i mean ….. its straightforward right ??? like …… i mean how else do u describe what ur doin .

From - Angry Girl: no !!!!! jesus … i should have expected this considering u thought i was looking for u when i asked u what u were wearing . the entire point of sexting is to get the other person aroused ….. how do u expect me to get aroused when u just sent me the most unarousing sext in history?????

Hyungwon scoffs at his phone, a bit insulted, fingers moving fast to type a reply, but before he could finish his phone buzzes with another message.

From - Angry Girl: get me to imagine what u look like w like …. extremities here n there. if i told u i was sitting here in shirt stained with lasagna would tht turn u on?

Hyungwon sent: well……………….no

From - Angry Girl: but if i told u i’m wearing a matching set of lacy black lingerie underneath my shirt with panties slowly getting soaked at the thought of you?

Hyungwon sent: oh

Hyungwon is far too busy staring at his phone, jaw slacked and eyes widened, for a few long seconds, that he forgets to sext her back. His phone buzzes, jolting him back into reality.

From - Angry Girl: hey.. we dont have to do this if u dont want to. i dont wanna make u uncomfy.

Hyungwon rushes to type in a reply.

Hyungwon sent: nooonooo!!

Hyungwon sent: no noo… !!!!

Hyungwon sent: its . just … like

Hyungwon sent: r u actually wet?

Her reply comes instantaneously.

From - Angry Girl: yes

Hyungwon sucks in a breath as he reads the text over and over again. He thinks of the fact that somewhere out there is a woman, who he has never met, and how she’s wet for him. The first thing Hyungwon does is screw his eyes closed in attempt to recollect his thoughts, which turns out to be horrible pain, because the moment his eyes shut, he thinks of her - see-through top clinging against her curves, her thighs squeezing together, her eyes filled with lust and her plump lips slightly parted - he thinks of (Y/N).

He quickly opens his eyes, cursing at himself for even conjuring up an image like that in his head, but the soft strain in his crotch area begs him to differ.

From - Angry Girl: so... what r u wearing

Hyungwon sent: white tee, black sweats and black boxers

From - Angry Girl: hmmm...

Hyungwon sent: are u touching urself?

From - Angry Girl: damn u learn fast

Hyungwon sent: are u touching urself?, he repeats, upper teeth pressed into his bottom lip harshly as the strain in his sweats begins to tighten.

From - Angry Girl: i have been ever since u told me u were in ur pajamas

Hyungwon grins, shifting positions on his bed.

Hyungwon sent: i thought tht was unarousing???

From - Angry Girl: it was. i just havent gotten fucked in a year

He licks his bottom lip as he types out a reply, his other hand fumbling with the waistband if his boxers before pulling them down. He double checks if his bedroom door is locked before he rests his back against the headboard, hands finding their way towards his cock.

Hyungwon sent: good. save urself for me then.

He begins to pump his hand up and down his shaft, slowly at first, as he waits for her to reply.

From - Angry Girl: jesus

From - Angry Girl: ur touching urself rn arent u? thinking abt how wet i am for yuo hmm??? do u wnat me as mcuh as i want you?

The typos in her sentence only brings more excitement to Hyungwon, picking up the speed of his hand wrapped around his length, biting down on his lip as he thinks of her, with her hands buried into her panties, back arched off of her bed, her other hand finding it just as important to write a reply.

Hyungwon sent: yes ido. i want you so bad

From - Angry Girl: are u gna cum soon? i want ur cum sobad. i want allof it inside me, i want u fillme up until its drippign out of me

That was enough to send Hyungwon over the edge, the straining knot that formed in his stomach untying itself as he releases, his groans reverberating against the walls of his room as his hips jerk against his hand. He closes his eyes, leaning his head against his headboard, reeling from his orgasm before he reaches over to his nightstand and cleans up the mess. Hurriedly, he types his reply, wanting to make things amazing for her as she did for him.

And as he does so, he thinks of her.

Hyungwon sent: god i wanna kiss ur neck and ur jaw and litter it with marks to show everyone that ur mine. i wanna move ur hands away from u and replace ur fingers w mine and have u ride them, hitting the right spot as i kiss u all over ur body and tell u how good u are to me. i want my name to be the only thing coming out of ur mouth. i want u to cum.

He sets his phone down, biting into his cheeks as anxiousness begins to roll over him. He isn’t sure if that sentence was good enough - this is his first time sexting. In addition, he hadn’t realized until now that he had been imagining (Y/N) doing all of this, and what shocked him the most was that he liked what he imagined. Like it a little too much, in fact.

His phone buzzes against his thigh.

From - Angry Girl: holy fuck

From - Angry Girl: shit i literally think i saw god when i came

He chuckles lightly, typing his reply.

Hyungwon sent: im glad to be of service to u!

He sits in silence for a few seconds, unsure of what to say, but then begins to type another message.

Hyungwon sent: what does this make us?

He wasn’t up for a relationship with a person he’s never met, even if they know almost everything about each other. He doesn’t even know what she looks like, or her name - but he does know that he wants emotion. He craves for it, no matter what form it’s given in, and this is the closet he has gotten to any type of emotion in almost a year.

From - Angry Girl: hmmm friends w benefits? but thru text... ?

Hyungwon sent: i like the sound of tht. you wanna do this again sometime?

From - Angry Girl: yes please

Hyungwon sent: good.. me too.

Just as he sends it, Hyungwon hears the front door begin to jiggle, announcing that Changkyun is just now arriving home. Hurriedly, he unlocks his door in case he were to come in and turns off his night lamp, jumping into bed just as he hears the door open and the sound of Changkyun kicking off his shoes. God knows how fast the younger boy would put together what Hyungwon had been doing prior.

Hyungwon: good night. try not to dream of me

Hyungwon sets his phone on the nightstand and quickly pretends to be asleep just as he hears Changkyun’s footsteps bounding towards his door, turning the doorknob and peeking in to check if he was still awake. When the door closes and when Hyungwon is sure that his roommate has fled to the kitchen, he turns over in his bed, staring at the ceiling.

Before sleep takes hold of him, he thinks one last thing.

How the fuck is he going to face (Y/N) now?

----

You did dream of him.

Chae Hyungwon, to be exact.

Since putting your phone down the night before, to waking up from a sinful dream and showering and cooking your breakfast, you have been red in the face. You hadn’t realized you were fantasizing about him until the unknown man’s last text was sent, when you arched your back from your bed as you came undone between your legs and whined out Hyungwon’s name. You had avoided eye contact with Kihyun, aware that he knows you far too well and fearing for him to realize what you have done.

“Your class doesn’t start for another h-“ Kihyun’s voice rings from the living room but is interrupted with the click of your front door.

The air is cool, the chilled breeze kisses your cheeks as you walk to campus, hands shoved inside your pockets, playing with the edge of your phone case that was situated inside of them. Last night’s events were amazing - it was the best orgasm you’ve ever had in a long time - yet the fact that he had been in your mind the entire time made your stomach twist in an emotion you can’t quite pinpoint.

You make it to your class, only to be met with a closed door. Of course, it wasn’t starting for another half hour. You let out a tired sigh, taking your backpack off and sitting down in the hallway, back against the wall as you fish your phone from your pocket.

You text him first today.

You sent: good morning

His reply comes quickly.

From - Unknown Number: good morning!! ur up early

You sent: i guess i still have adrenaline from what happened last night hehe

You sent: so what are u up to?

From - Unknown Number: im in the line at starbucks on my uni campus rn ... i might get a red velvet cookie. the class im heading to is like the perfect environment to eat

You sent: i didnt know environments counted in a good eating experience

From - Unknown Number: of course it does!!!! a good environment makes ur food even more savoury.

From - Unknown Number: i have acquired the cookie. im on my way to class now ... absolute dread

You sent: man .... u and me both

He doesn’t answer for a few seconds and you figure it’s because he’s walking or he bumped into a friend or something, so you use this time to get some extra sleep, laying your head against the wall and closing your eyes. Just as you are about to drift off, you hear the sound of someone clearing their throat down the hall, and you open your eyes, hoping it was your professor.

Oh god.

Hyungwon walks towards you in his usual gait, full of arrogance, holding a cup of iced coffee in one hand and a paper bag in the other. This time though, when you look at him, you don’t feel the same irritation that you have always felt - and suddenly your eyes catch sight of his fingers, and your mind flashes to the images that your brain had thought of just the night before. Your face turns red, looking away from him and closing your eyes. You hope to god he doesn’t notice your red face, which he doesn’t, because he barely spares a glance at you.

“Are you kidding me,” he curses upon arriving to the door. “The day I come in early, the door isn’t even open yet.”

Grumbling, he sits down against the wall a few meters away from you, putting his iced coffee and paper bag on the ground beside him as he fishes for his phone from the pocket of his jeans.

You feel your phone buzz.

From - Unknown Number: quick i might have enough time bc the professor isnt here yet...... should i go back to starbucks and buy a muffin

You let out a laugh, earning a glance from Hyungwon to which your face turns flat again, rolling your eyes at him.

You sent: no!!! what if ur running to starbucks n u pass by ur professor?

From - Unknown Number: you’re right you’re right.....ill jus get it later then

You sit like that for what seems like a good half-hour, texting this unknown man back and forth and learning even more about each other. You learn that he loves baked goods, and that recently, ever since you had told him to buy himself a bagel, his love for them had come back. He learns that you cook your own breakfast everyday, taking the time to eat and rest in the morning before the rest of the day ensues.

“Hyungwon!” a loud voice sounds from the end of the hallway. You turn your head, as does Hyungwon, and you find the man the voice originated from, dashing down the hallway.

Lee Minhyuk was in your criminology class, you knew him well because he in front of you, but not well enough to contact him at any time, or to say hi to him outside of class. He was a nice guy, he was friends with almost everybody in your university no matter what year they were in, but he was loud and distracted you from your work - you aren’t sure if you’re thankful for that or if you detest that fact.

“Minhyuk.” Hyungwon’s voice is calm, rivalling Minhyuk’s shout.

Minhyuk comes to a stop in front of Hyungwon, doubled over and his hands on his knees as be gasps for breath - you are unsure as to why, the length of hall he had just ran doesn’t even stretch on for that long.

“Where have you been?” Minhyuk asks between gasps. “I haven’t seen you since our last study session.”

“Oh you know,” Hyungwon replies, “Just studying.”

“Well come back, our study group needs y-“ his voice cuts off the moment his head turns and meets eyes with you, eyes widening and mouth forming a large grin. “Hi (Y/N)!”

You give him a smile back, letting out a gentle laugh. “Hello, Minhyuk.”

He decides to ditch Hyungwon, walking over to you instead as his taller friend watches on in a mix of confusion and shock, and finally, for the first time since you’ve seen him today, his eyes catches yours. You suck in a quick breath before looking back at Minhyuk.

“How’d you do on your paper?” Minhyuk asks, standing in front of you, hands shoved into his pockets. “I feel like I barely made the passing mark.”

“Oh! It was good, I finished it really fast the night before it was due,” you let out a chuckle. “I wrote it on police misconduct.”

“Oh gosh,” Minhyuk says. “You’re gonna get a good grade, lord knows how many times our professor rants about that topic.”

“One can only hope.” you joke, face falling and hand touching your heart before you break out into a smile. You could almost feel Hyungwon’s eyes burning holes into your body.

“Oh, hey, by the way,” Minhyuk pipes up after both of your laughter died down. “I have a question that I’ve been meaning to ask for a few weeks.”

You raise an eyebrow, curious. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Around three weeks ago, did you happen to get a strange te-“

“Mr. Chae, and Miss (Y/L/N)! You’re here early!”

The three of you turn your heads and find your professor striding down the hallway, fishing out the keys to the locked door in her purse. You turn to Minhyuk with a quirked eyebrow as to ask him to continue his sentence, but he just shakes his head.

“It’s alright, I’ll just ask you the next time I see you, alright?” Minhyuk shoots two thumbs-up at you, before pivoting on his heel and patting Hyungwon on the shoulder, narrowing his eyes at him teasingly. “And you. Stop ignoring us.”

Hyungwon nods, a small smile on his face before the two of you turn and walk inside your class. The only people present were the of you as well as the professor, who had also decided to go get something from the staff room, leaving you and Hyungwon alone, once again, in her wake. You almost curse to yourself outloud when flashes of the night before comes forward in your mind, biting down on your lip as you try to focus on doodling on the margins of your notebook. A crinkling sounds from behind you, and you turn to see Hyungwon, teeth half sunk into a red velvet cookie, realizing that you were looking at him. There is a pause in the air, silence filling the air between the two of you for a few milliseconds. The two of you simply stare at each other, something very out of the ordinary, before he glares at you.

You roll your eyes.

Maybe your thoughts last night were just a one time thing.

But they weren’t.

As the nights go by, and as text conversations come and go, you find yourself thinking about Hyungwon more and more, an activity that you would usually always push out of your mind every time he comes close to nearing your thoughts, but your attempts are futile. It’s even more easier for you to think of the tall boy because this unknown man was faceless, and every single text lined with lust only pushes you to moan out Hyungwon’s name.

There was this one time you managed to get the unknown man to describe the item of clothing he’d use to tie you to the bed, which was an expensive silk black button up with white pinstripes, and you went crazy at the thought. Then, just a few days later, when conversing with your desk mate during class, Hyungwon walked in with the exact replica of the shirt, and then suddenly it was more than hot; it was unbearably arousing, and you had to act like everything was fine, tearing your eyes away from Hyungwon and squeezing your legs together.

And then the unknown man decides that sending you paragraphs upon paragraphs about what he wants to do to you during class is a good idea. And now you’ll never be able look at Hyungwon wearing neckties or belts the same anymore. And now you can’t even say Hyungwon’s name in annoyance, nor look at him at all, not when he’s wearing that heavenly smelling cologne that he always sprays on himself every single day, making it even harder for you to not just shove all of the papers and books off of his desk and start riding him right there.

Then there’s the fact that Kihyun has begun to realize how much time you spend on your phone, asking you about who you’re texting all the time, asking if it’s someone he knows, to which you always reply with a quick no. It worked at first, but the more you say it, the more curiosity glints in Kihyun’s eyes, gleaming of mischievousness and knowledge that he actually does know what you’re up to on your phone. He’d continue to pester you to get more information out, but you’d just roll your eyes and push him away.

It’s nothing serious.

It’s not.

It is a half a year later and you had just come home from a third date with one of Kihyun’s friends from work - Shownu, his name was. He was a kind man; soft-spoken, intelligent, awkwardly endearing, and a gentleman. He took you out to an expensive restaurant, one with the most incredible view of all the city, and handed you a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. The dinner went smoothly, splendidly, even, and after a few exchanged jokes and laughs, he drove you home. He offered to walk you up to the front doors of your apartment building, which you accepted, and before you could push open your door, he leans in for a kiss, and as did you.

But you felt nothing.

No spark, no ignition of excitement, no eruption of butterflies, and no urge for you to ask him to come inside with you. Zero. Zilch. Nada. You had pulled back, giving him an awkward, but soft smile, but he had seemed to understand the underlying message, and he just smiles at you back, telling you that it’s alright and that he wishes you a good night before walking back to his car. You watched him drive away before pushing into the lobby, hitting the up button on the elevator, your spirits low as you wait for the doors to open.

As they did, you stumble into the elevator, cursing at yourself for thinking so stupidly. You had just rejected a handsome, kind gentleman, who was obviously interested in you, who probably wanted to fuck with strings attached, and who would have given you the entire world if you had just asked for it. Yet here you are, leaning against the wall of the elevator, watching the floor numbers go past one by one, not one ounce of regret. You wonder what the fuck is wrong with yourself, since it’s nearly been two whole years since you’ve gotten laid. Of course, only if you aren’t counting texting Hyungwon.

Your thoughts are interrupted when your phone beeps in your purse, and, almost agonizingly, it seemed as if all the excitement that you had been anticipating with your date prior suddenly comes out of its hiding place.

From - Unknown Number: i was helping my friend out w their crim assignment. thought of u the entire time.

Your stomach sinks. He thought of you. How disgustingly domestic. He doesn’t even know who you are, nor do you know who he is, yet he thought of you, and you hated it. Doesn’t he know how much those words mean to you?

He thought of you, the young woman who acts as if you’re tough shit but is too much of a coward to reveal your true identity and ruin the bond they’ve created. He thought of you, the girl who always makes it your job to leave a space between you and other people in your life, until this unknown man came around. He thought of you, making space in his life to talk to you, shifted things to give you a permanent space, and now you’re embedded so deeply into his system that it’s almost like it’s his job to see something and be reminded of you.

He thought of you, not because he needed to, but because he wanted to.

You finds yourself leaning against the door of your bedroom, locking yourself inside before lifting your phone up to type a reply.

You sent: what- but you freeze momentarily, thumbs lifting from the keyboard. How in the world are you going to finish this sentence?

What are you thinking? You’re starting a deep relationship with someone you’ve never even met! You don’t even know my name! I don’t even know your name!

What am I feeling? Why do I get excited whenever my phone buzzes? Why are you making me feel this way? I shouldn’t feel this way.

What are we doing? This isn’t right. I’m scared.

Your breathing is shallow and shaking, staring at the blinking line that seemed to mock you for your loss of words, and then your thumbs begin to move, falling on the reflex answer.

You sent: what are you wearing?

There is a pause in the air before the three dots show up again.

From - Unknown Number: black tee, black skinny jeans, black boxers.

You sent: thats hot

From - Unknown Number: you find everything hot

You sent: that’s bc everything u tell me is hot

Of course, your first thought is of Hyungwon, sitting on his bed, head to toe in black, forking his long fingers through his blonde hair. You gulp and your thighs squeeze together.

From - Unknown Number: what are u wearing?

You sent: a short red dress and black pumps, red lipstick, my hair is up.

From - Unknown Number: shit

From - Unknown Number: are you wet?

You sent: sooo fucking wet

From - Unknown Number: touch urself for me

You suck in a breath, staring at your screen. The two of you have been doing this for months now, yet, every time he orders you what to do, you’re surprised yet humiliated at how eager you are to listen to him. Obediently, you part your legs open, sliding your hands along the skin on inside of your thighs until you reach your clothed pussy. Letting out a sigh at how wet the cloth is, you circle your clothed clit with the tip of your finger.

You sent: im doing it through my panties

From - Unknown Number: push them to the side darling and once you do, push a finger inside yourself.

Fuck, you love it when he calls you that. Your face flushes as this unknown man takes control, and you loves it when he does; god it makes you go crazy. So you do as he says, pushing a finger inside of you, pumping it in and out, bringing a hand up to your mouth to stop yourself from whimpering too loud, knowing Kihyun’s just on the other side of your bedroom wall, sleeping.

From - Unknown Number: are you doing it?

You sent: yes

From - Unknown Number: good girl. now add another finger for me and fuck urself slowly. can u do that for me?

You sent: yes

From - Unknown Number: now, palm your breasts. tug at your nipples slowly, and i want you to keep finger fucking yourself while you do. keep your fingers sliding in and out of you, ok?

You sent: ok

You are obedient, your breath hitching in your throat as you open your legs wider, pumping your own fingers in and out of your body. You imagine him right beside you, imagining his low voice whispering the words at you, hot breath fanning your body, smooth and commanding, and you begin to feel a knot forming at the bottom of your stomach.

From - Unknown Number: move your fingers faster for me, curl them inside of you and rub the way just you like. i bet ur clit is throbbing and aching, isn’t it? it feels good to press on it while you fuck yourself hm? you’re such a good girl, you do thingsi tell you to do becuase you like it whn i tell u to fuck yourself.

You attempt to mute your whimpers by biting the inside of your cheeks, but your endeavours fall futile as you gently whine Hyungwon’s name far too loudly. Your trembling legs are apart, feet on both sides of your body as lewd sounds of your fingers fill the room. You’re almost sure Kihyun can hear you now, but you don’t care.

From - Unknown Number: ur not answeing me anymore. ur too busy fucking urself hm? ur too busy imagining that its me fucking u. that it’s MY fingers inside of you, pumping in and out of your body, that its my teeth tugging at ur nipples. how close are you to coming for me now? i bet it won’t even take you long to respond, fuck, i can just imagine u now. your hands between ur tremblign legs, biting down on ur tongue so u dont scream. but i dont want that. i want u to scream my name.

Your back arches off the wood of your bedroom door, and you know you’re close.

From - Unknown Number: scream my name when u cum. cum baby. cum for me.

And you do as he says, shaking as a choked back moan escapes from your mouth, barely managing to keep it silent. When you come down from your high, you rest your back against your door once more, trembling legs dropping to the floor. You barely attempts cleans yourself before lifting your phone to reply, fingers quivering against the cold screen.

You sent: fuck that was so hot

From - Unknown Number: did you cum?

You sent: cum is an understatement.

From - Unknown Number: good girl.

You sent: its your turn…

From - Unknown Number: oh no its all good. i already came haha

You sent: aw rly.. without my help?

From - Unknown Number: i imagined everything you were doing to yourself and it was hot… so, i guess u did help me in a way.

You freeze.

You sent: wait. you know what i look like?

From - Unknown Number: no but …. i have this … fantasy of what you look like.

You sent: and what does it look like?

From - Unknown Number: (y/hair/colour), (y/skin/colour), (y/height)....

From - Unknown Number: guiltily i think about this girl i detest. i’ve told u about her before. how funny would it be if you were her?

Your heart sinks into your stomach. This is the first time the two of you had ever talked about appearance, and this unknown man hit everything about you spot on. Dread pools around your heart in your stomach as you type out a reply.

You sent: haha who knows

You sent: im sorry i have to go now

You sent: ill text u tmr. good bye

Your phone buzzes one last time but you don’t look at his message, throwing it into your backpack as you finally get up to clean yourself, walking into your bathroom and changing out of your dress, assuring yourself that you aren’t running away but knowing full well that that’s the only thing you’re doing.

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You don’t text him tomorrow, you don’t text him the next day, the day after that, the next week, or the next month.

You haven’t texted him in five months, but all he did in those five months was think of you, your phone vibrating constantly due to messages from him. Dozens of them. They came in groups at first, but as the months go by, they come through sparser and sparser. At first, he hadn’t realized that you had stopped texting him, but when the first month passed, he grew worried, then they spiralled to apologetic, accusatory, and then he began to blame himself, and once again, spiralled back to apologetic.

From - Unknown Number: good morning!!!

From - Unknown Number: good mornin!

From - Unknown Number: u havent responded to my texts lately.. i hope everythings ok

From - Unknown Number: hello?

From - Unknown Number: if this is about the appearance thing i genuinely apologize. i dont wanna make things uncomfortable for u.

From - Unknown Number: u dont owe me anything

From - Unknown Number: can you please just respond to me one last time. im worried… i just need to know if you’re okay.

From - Unknown Number: my friend jus finished their crim course today. i thought of u.

From - Unknown Number: its been four months and a half… i graduate in a few weeks. i dont know why im sending this to u… i just thought i should tell u...

From - Unknown Number: i miss you.

From - Unknown Number: i wish i never met you. i guess it’s a good thing i never actually did.

It’s for the best, you would tell yourself, before swiping left to get rid of the messages he’s sent you. Still, you can’t ignore the dull pain each message sent to you cuts your skin and strikes you to the bone, even now, during the graduation afterparty, through the valour and cheers of the graduates knowing you’re about to turn a new page in your life, you cannot seem to let go of the words ingrained in your mind.

“Hey,” you feel somebody nudge your arm. “Is everything ok?”

Turning your head, you see Minhyuk, looking at you in worry. You give him a small smile, shoving your phone into the pocket of your short dress before folding your hands in your lap.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you reassure him. “I’m just kinda nervous. We graduated, after all.”

“Yeah, yeah, I understand completely.” Minhyuk pouts, nodding his head, but something hidden behind his pupils seem to tell as if he didn’t quite believe you. There is a beat before he begins to talk again. “Oh yeah, I completely forgot to ask you,” Minhyuk starts. “This happened like, a year ago, but it’s always been in the back of my mind.”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Yeah? What is it?”

“There was a random number that texted me, Wonho, Jooheon, and Hyungwon around a year back. They said something about being in the same class with me…” he starts, and your eyes begin to widen, but you force yourself into keeping a calm expression. “I’ve asked almost everyone in all my classes if it was them but they all said no. The only one left was you.”

You look away from Minhyuk, almost cursing to your drunk self for giving him such an obvious clue, and then thinking, why not? It is the end of your college career. After this party ends, you’ll most likely never see any of these people anymore, for the rest of your life. Plus, you were almost absolutely sure he wasn’t the unknown man you were texting the past year, right?

You bite the inside of your cheek before replying.

“Yes, it was me.” you confess to him, feeling as if a big weight had just been lifted off your shoulders. “I was drunk, and I don’t know what I was saying. I’m really sorry, Minhyuk. I apologize for any trouble I caused…”

Minhyuk’s eyebrows lift, his jaw slacking a bit. “Really?” he questions you, before grinning. “Oh my gosh, don’t be sorry! That’s so funny. I mean, I would have never thought it’d be you, at all!”

“Really?” you ask him. “What did I send you?”

“You told me that I annoyed you during class,” he pouts, before throwing an arm around you. “But that’s ok! You still put up with me anyways so that’s all that matters.”

You heave out a sigh of relief before letting out a giggle, throwing your own arm around him as the two of you playfully sway to the edm music coursing through the house, for the first time in the past year, almost feeling free.

But it was as if the universe timed it as a way to mock you, because when you opened your eyes to look at the lounge floor, the graduates dancing against each other in strained duress, almost laughably dividing into two for the tall man standing in between, your eyes meet Hyungwon’s.

“Hyungwon!” Minhyuk calls his friend, whose eyes flash from you to Minhyuk. “Come over here!”

You feel your stomach drop at the sight of him and at the sound of his name, seeing him walk over towards the two of you, holding a drink in his hand. He looks absolutely beautiful; his hair flutters over his face in loose waves, and although his roots are beginning to grow in, you can’t help but become slack jaw at how good he manages to pull the look off. His eyes are still trained on you, not one ounce of drunken stupor in his irises. He’s dressed in just a plain white dress shirt and a loosened tie, ditching the black blazer he had sported that morning during the graduation ceremony. As you look him up and down, you begin to remember the messages that the unknown man had sent you, and memories of your fantasies of Hyungwon cloud your mind.

Quickly, you look away.

“(Y/N).” his voice is low. “Congratulations.”

You are hesitant to look up at him but you do so anyways, meeting eyes with him again, his pupils laced with intent, but you cower from him for the first time in the years that you’ve known him, heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Hyungwon,” you say, the taste of his name rolling off your tongue begrudgingly identifiable. “Thank you. Congratulations to you too.”

Silence seduces the air between the both of you, unbeknownst to Minhyuk, who still continued to sway back and forth to the future bass music pumping through the speakers. Your eyes are now trained on your hands folded in your lap, and you could feel Hyungwon’s gaze burning into your skin.

“I’m gonna go get a drink.” you excuse yourself, standing up from the couch. “Congratulations again, you guys. I’ll see you around.”

You keep your head ducked as you make a beeline for the liquor table, ignoring the feeling of Hyungwon’s eyes on you. Hastily, you grab a can of beer, hissing at the sudden contact of coldness of the metal can, before you begin to chug it down. You don’t know why you’re so nervous around Hyungwon all of a sudden, as he doesn’t know you’ve been whining his name nor does he know of your fantasies, yet, ever since you had stopped replying to the unknown man, Hyungwon’s presence in your life grew more intense, even as you attempted to avoid him at all costs.

You are on your second beer now and you think about looking for Kihyun for him to watch your intake. You had lost him on your way into the party to the lounge floor which housed almost all of the recent graduates grinding next to each other, you don’t want to know what Kihyun is up to in that sweaty crowd, nor do you want to spoil his fun, so instead, you settle to sit in another seat, opposite side and far from where Hyungwon is.

You aren’t sure if it’s because of the alcohol, but you’re almost sure you can still feel his eyes still trained on you.

“(Y/N),” you hear Kihyun call, and you almost let out a sigh of relief at the appearance of your best friend, sliding into the empty spot next to you. “Come dance with me on the dance floor!”

“I’m good,” you smile at him. “I’m fine just sitting here. My feet hurt from wearing heels all day.”

“Are you sure?” he quirked an eyebrow, and you nod your head. He frowns.

“I know when something is bothering you because you act different,” he says, sighing. “And frankly, you’ve been acting different for the past few months. What is it?”

“Huh?” You look at him, panic setting in. “No, no! I’m not upset or bothered by anything at all. Don’t worry about me, Kihyun, go enjoy yourself.”

“I can’t enjoy myself when I know my best friend is wallowing around,” he pushes you playfully. “Come on. Is it Hyungwon?”

You freeze.

“Hyungwon?” your voice is quiet. “Why would it be Hyungwon?”

“(Y/N), me and him are pretty close, and I’ve known you since, like, grade school,” he tells you. “I know when you’re hiding a secret, and I know when you’re lying. It’s fairly obvious that the two of you were a thing, plus… you weren’t really discreet some nights.” He snickers and you punch his arm.

“Kihyun,” you look at him. “Me and Hyungwon were never a thing. We literally hate each other.”

“He looks at you as if you stole all the stars in the night sky for him and you practically look at him like a love-drunk puppy,” he tells you. “People that hate each other don’t look at each other that way,”

“Kihyun, I’m being serious,” you tell him, grabbing his hands and looking him intently in the eyes. “I’m not with Hyungwon. I’ve never been with Hyungwon. And never, in my life, have I ever wanted to be with Hy-”

Your buzzing phone indicating a call cuts your sentence off, and you thank the heavens for a way out of this conversation. You excuse yourself from Kihyun, who only nods and takes a sip from his red cup as you walk to a much more secluded area, away from the bounding music. You don’t read the caller id, swiping right to accept it.

“Hello?” you breath into your phone.

It’s absolute silence for a few seconds, and you think that it may have been a misdial and that they had hung up, turning around to return to the party, but you bump into something warm and tall. Looking up, your heart drops into your stomach.

Hyungwon stands in front of you, his own phone pressed against his ear.

The horribly familiar words roll off his tongue so easily.

“What are you wearing?”

Dropping your phone, you do the only thing you know how to do.

You run.

You run quickly, the sound of your heartbeat in your ears drowning out the sounds of the party, drowning out Hyungwon’s voice as he calls after you. It’s ironic, how many times you manage to find yourself running away from anything that has to deal with him, but you want nothing else than to never show your face in front of Hyungwon ever again. How could you, when the months you’ve texted that unknown man, the months you’ve texted Hyungwon himself, were filled with revelations of secrets and desires, something you haven’t ever told your own best friend.

The night is cold when you open the door, and you shiver momentarily before warmth surrounds you. You feel the worsted wool cloak around you, smelling Hyungwon’s rich cologne as he walks past you, searching for his keys deep in his pockets. You hear his car beep, signalling that it’s been unlocked, and a dread pools your stomach.

“Get in the car.” his voice is calm, but it sets humiliation aflame in the back of your throat.

“No.” you say, ridding of his blazer and letting it fall on the concrete ground.

Hyungwon pivots on his heel, looking at you with eyes filled with emotions you cannot decipher. He walks closer to you, grabbing his crumpled blazer, before standing up straight and towering before you.

“Get in the car.” he repeats, his calm demeanour less relaxed, voice strained against grit teeth. You listen this time, getting into his car and sitting on the passenger’s seat before he slams the door closed, heading over to the driver’s seat and doing the same. The time it took for him to turn on the engine and speed off into the empty streets is silent, you only wish for the rest of the car ride to be the same, but of course, it wasn’t.

“Why did you do it?” he asks you after a few minutes, his voice hush against the smooth purr of the engine, focused on the road in front of him. His grip on the steering wheel was tight. You gulp. “Did you think it was funny?”

“No.”

“No?” he turns his head towards you momentarily before snapping his attention back on the road. “After a year of making me go crazy, after a year of making me feel something and then tearing me apart, no is all you have to say?”

“N-No.” you answer again. You can see his fingers tense against the steering wheel.

“Evidently, you have a vocabulary,” his tone is venomous. “So use it.”

“Please stop.” your face is red with embarrassment, recalling some of the messages you have sent him, remembering the feeling that washed over you when you whined his name to an empty room accompanied with lewd noises. “Stop.”

“Stop what?” he asks you, voice still dangerously calm. “Stop talking? So I can pull something like what you did and cut all contact we have with each other? Is that what you want? Because I fucking know that that wasn’t what you fucking wanted. Because, hell, you begged me to keep going, you begged me to keep talking, you begged me to stay. Bullshit. You didn’t even stay with me, you didn’t even tell me if you were okay.”

You bite down on your lip, eyeing your fists in your lap. Your heartbeat is beating out of your chest at this point, but you can’t tell of what.

“I know you thought of me, (Y/N),” he says, after a few seconds. “You began to avoid me, and as I did you. I thought I was doing a carnal sin, I was supposed to hate you. I’m supposed to hate you. So why did I keep thinking of you?”

It takes all for Hyungwon to not scream then and there, the frustration finally getting to him, stepping on the breaks as his car screeches to a halting stop on the side of the road, next to a mass of trees. He pushes open his side of the car and gets out, running his hands through his hair, almost stressed, before kicking the tire of his car in frustration. You watch him go through a great deal of emotions before you decide to step out of the car yourself.

“I just wanna hear one thing,” he tells you, turning around, eyes pleading. “One thing. One single thing. An apology. A confession. A proper goodbye. It doesn’t matter. Just one thing, one more thing from you, please, (Y/N).”

“Why do you care?” you ask him, voice hush. “You aren’t supposed to care.”

He pivots on his heel, grabbing the top of his car as he looks at you, boring his eyes into yours, as if he were searching for something in your pupils. He bites his lip before opening his mouth.

“Is it not obvious, enough, (Y/N)?” he whispers.

“What?” you stammer.

“I care, fuck, I’ve always pushed it to the back of my mind but what happened between us just made it all the clearer for me that I do care for you,” he pauses. “I care for you because I’m in love with you.”

Your eyes widen at that confession, freezing in time.

“You can’t just say that to me like it’s nothing.” you whisper, and that’s when the tears begin to tease your waterline.

“I’m not saying it like it’s nothing.” Hyungwon’s voice grows louder. “I love you. I’m in love with you. Fuck, (Y/N), I’m in love with you, and I’ve acted like an idiot all these years trying to get your attention. I’m not saying this like it’s nothing. I’m in love w-”

He doesn’t finish his sentence due to your lips pressed against his, and if it were anything like the movies, you were almost sure you saw electric sparks flying between the both of you. He kisses you, his arm snaked around the small of your back and his other hand pressed against the back of your head, and you kiss him back, arms wrapped around his neck as you pull him closer. Your tongue finds its way into his mouth, hungry for him, pressing his body against yours, the same way the both of you had been imagining for a year.

He backs you up towards the hood of the car and slams you down, lips disconnecting from yours before re-attaching them to your neck, littering your skin with memoirs of him in the form of purple lesions.

“My name,” he whispers in between kisses. “Say my name.”

“H-Hyungwon,” you moan, used to his name slipping from between your lips, but the unfamiliarity of his body against yours causing you more excitement. He sucks on a certain spot on your neck, before licking it to soothe the soft pain. “Hyungwon, please.”

“What is it?” he coaxes you with his words just as much as he is with his lips, hand snaking up your body as he begins to knead your breasts through your red dress. Moans and whimpers fall from your lips at his simple touch, and he smirks to himself. “Tell me what you want, darling.”

“I want you,” you tell him, bucking your hips when you feel his hand sliding up your thighs. “I want you, Hyungwon, please.”

“Out here?” he challenges you. “On the hood of my car? If someone were to drive by, they’d see us.”

“I don’t fucking care,” the ache between your thighs and Hyungwon’s touch is the only thing on your mind. “Please just fuck me. Please.”

Hyungwon chuckles, letting his hand cup you through your panties, the wet material causing a strain to build up in Hyungwon’s crotch. He curses under his breath, lips coming back into contact with yours, swallowing your moans as his tongue dances with yours.

“You’re such a good girl, asking so nicely,” he whispers after pulling away, moving your panties to the side, fingers finding your clit, brushing past it as you curse out loud. It was humiliating how wet you’ve become just from his simple touch and his words, an arrogant smirk making its way onto his face. “So wet for me already, and I haven’t even been inside you yet.”

His fingers find their way back to your clit, softly running over your bundle of nerves, too soft for your liking as you whine, bucking your hips. He pulls his fingers away from your pussy, pushing your hips back onto the cold metal of the hood of his car.

His voice is low. “Be quiet or else I won’t fuck you at all.”

You retract your impatience at his words, biting down on your lips as he circles your clit with his middle finger, adding a bit more pressure this time. His eyes are on you, watching your face intently as you try to force back a moan. His free hand finds its way to your face, tracing your bottom lip with your thumb, before pulling his other hand away from your pussy. Gently, he tugs at your chin, signalling for you to open your mouth.

“Wet your fingers for me, darling.”

You oblige, opening your lips, letting his long fingers roam your mouth. Hyungwon watches as you suck on his fingers, tongue dancing across the two digits, eyes boring into his. The strain in his pants becomes tighter, but he wants to focus on you, instead imagining that it was his cock your tongue dances around. He pulls his hand away from your mouth, bringing you closer for a kiss. You groan into it as your spread your legs wider, wordlessly begging him to do something, to which he does, slipping his wet fingers inside of you.

The sensation shocked you at first, his long fingers filling you out well, but as they begin to move inside you all you can do is let out a moan against his lips, the sinful sound is music to his ears. His fingers are slick inside of you, moving in and out of you painfully slow at first, but as your kiss begins to become a little more sloppy, he quickens the pace of his fingers.

“You like that, hm? You like my fingers fucking you like this?” he mumbles against your lips, grinning as he hears you moan loudly. “Shit, look at you. You’re such a mess already, what will you become once my cock is inside you?”

You aren’t even able form words, the pleasure overtaking you and his words the only thing echoing in your ears. It was as if your hand sprung to life on its own, making its way towards his crotch, palming him through the fabric of his jeans. You felt his bulge, how hard he was for you, and knowing you were so close to it yet so far due to the layers of clothing, it drove you crazy.

“I want it, Hyungwon.” you whine, adding pressure to your hand as you pet him. He suppresses a moan, and obliging to your words, he undoes his jeans, pulling his cock free from underneath his boxers. You grab hold of him, already so stiff in your hands as you begin to jerk him off slowly, pumping your hand back and forth around his cock as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. He buries his head into your neck as he begins to buck his hips against your hand, moaning into your neck as he does.

“Fuck, this is s-so hot.” you whisper in his ear, beginning to feel the knot forming in your abdomen as his fingers pick up the pace. It is when the tips of his fingers brush against the certain spot inside of you when you let out a gasp, your hips bucking into his hand, feeling him smile into your neck. “S-Shit, I’m gonna cum.” A chain of curses fall out of your mouth, words you aren’t able to comprehend rolling off your tongue much as you come undone with just his fingers. You whine, legs trembling as he kisses your neck, chuckling lightly before pressing his lips to yours.

“It’s your turn,” you mumble against his lips, his cock still stiff in your hand. Precum had already began to leak out of his tip, coating him and your hand in a sheen of liquid. You pull away, looking into his eyes through your eyelashes. “I want to taste you.”

Wordlessly, he pulls you off the hood of his car and towards the passenger’s side, standing behind his car for protection in case anyone were to drive by and see. He lets his pants and boxers pool at his feet, before kissing you once more, hands busy grabbing your ass.

“Get on your knees,” he tells you, and you’re obedient, listening to him as you press your knees down into the concrete, hissing at the pain of your knees but thirsting for him to be in your mouth. You lick your lips as you look up at him, waiting for his neck order, and he nudges the corner of your mouth the the tip of his cock. “Open your mouth for me, darling.”

He enters your mouth, letting out a gruff moan as he does, the feeling of your tongue on his cock driving him crazy. He’s waited for this moment for so long, seeing you on your knees in front of him, listening to every word he says is so vastly different from the image he’s used to seeing from you - annoyed at him, nagging at him, telling him off. That thought alone is enough to send him over the edge, but he wants to savour this; he wants to savour you. You start off with a few kitten licks, feeling his cock twitch and rest against your face, smiling as you watch his, normally indifferent facial expression, turn into something sinful.

“You look so beautiful like this,” his voice is hushed, breathy. “With your lips around me.”

He cranes his neck back at the feeling of your mouth around his cock, bobbing your head up and down his shaft. He’s holding onto the roof of the car, using his other hand to comb your hair out of your face to get a better look at you, a mix of adoration and lust in his irises. You grab onto his thighs for balance, your knees already beginning to give out, and just as you do, you hear tires and the hum of an engine just a few meters away.

You widen your eyes, realizing that someone is about to drive past, pulling away from his cock.

“Did I say you could stop?” asks Hyungwon, reaching down and grabbing your chin, looking into your eyes.

“Hyungwon, what if they s-”

“Did I say you could stop?” he asks again, and you bite your bottom lip, a course of excitement running through you, feeling yourself throb at the thought of getting caught, and with that, you take him back into his mouth, licking strips from his base to his head before wrapping your lips around him, taking him to the back of your mouth, ignoring the hum of the engine and headlights passing you by. They had no doubt seen Hyungwon, he towers over his car with his height, but you didn’t care.

“Shit, shit, stop,” Hyungwon grunts as your swirl your tongue around his head, pulling you up, much to your confusion. “I wanna cum while I fuck you.”

And with that, he presses you against the side of the hood of his car, pushing the hem of your dress up to your waist. He bites down on his bottom lip as he teases your slit with the head of his cock, hearing you mewl his name and different variations of begging, wasting no time to find a good pace before slamming into you. The contact causes you mewl to break into a pleasured scream, his cock pumping in and out of you, stretching you out and making you grab onto Hyungwon’s white button up shirt, wrinkling the fabric, loud gasps and pleading escaping your mouth.

“Hyungwon!” his name escapes from behind your lips like honey as he slams into you again and again, lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin, grunts and gasping filling the air.

This isn’t anything Hyungwon has ever done before, fucking on the hood of his car like something less of a human, but he doesn’t give a damn. If someone were to drive by and witness the two of you fucking like animals, he wouldn’t give a shit; his thoughts are clouded with pleasure and all that he hears and sees at that moment is you. Your voice, your parted lips, the feeling your fingernails sink into the fabric of his shirt on his forearms, your walls spasming around him. He’s too needy and too desperate for you to care about anything else.

He brushes past your certain spot again, causing you to scream his name once more, widening your legs as he hits it again and again.

“I’m gonna c-cum. H-Hyungwon, I’m g-gonna cum, fuck, please.” you stammer out in broken sobs, the familiar knot appearing in your abdomen once again. You’re almost certain that you’re beginning to see stars lining your vision, words unfamiliar to one-another slipping out of your mouth in strings of pleasure.

“If you cum, I’ll never fuck you again.”

His tone causes you to whimper, trying to keep your high to yourself as best as you can, your breath already beginning to falter. You can’t stop your walls from spasming around him, clenching the muscles in your thighs to try and help yourself from going against Hyungwon’s word, but your attempts fall flat as his cock sliding in and out of you at that speed and at that strength only causes your desire to grow bigger and bigger.

“H-Hyungwon, please, I can’t hold it,” you mewl, letting out short gasps of breath as he continues to rut against you. Your cheeks are red with both embarrassment and agony, your knees already beginning to buckle. He leans over, kissing your neck as his hips move into yours rhy “P-Please, please, please, I want to cum. Please let me cum.”

“I said hold it.” Hyungwon’s breath is warm against the skin of your neck, his hands pulling down the front of your dress, exposing your chest. He moves his face, enveloping your nipple into his mouth, plump lips sucking onto you as his hand kneads your other breast. The feeling of his tongue circling around your nub drove you crazy, his eyes boring into yours. You can’t stand to keep your orgasm under wraps, your entire body trembles now.

“H-Hyungwon, p-please!” you cry out, your hands flying towards his hair, pulling onto his blonde strands as you feel tears tease your waterline. Your grip on his hair tightens with each thrust he pushes into you, as if he were leaving remnants of himself inside of you, a growing smirk teasing his lips as he watches your failing attempts to hold yourself back. You arch your back from the hood of the car, letting out gasps of shock every time you feel the knot in your stomach slowly untying, clenching all the muscles you know of to try and stop yourself.

“Such a good girl,” Hyungwon’s whispers, his eyebrows beginning to furrow together and his eyes glazing over, signalling that he is close to his orgasm as well. “You’re so good… Fuck! I’m almost there, fuck.”

Hyungwon bites down on his bottom lip, leaning back again as he grabs your hips, fucking into your even harder than he was before. At this point, you’ve lost all awareness of your surroundings, you couldn’t care less if someone were to drive by and see the two of you fucking on top of Hyungwon’s car, all you cared about was your release, one that you kept pushing back so many times you’re almost sure it’ll take a toll on your body once you let go. His hand snakes from your breast and back to your pussy, his thumb adding pressure onto your clit, a sensation that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as your jaw turns slack, letting out a moan of pleasure.

“I-I can’t take it anymore, Hyungwon,” you whimper, trying to push away his hand when you know all you want is to bring it closer. “Hyungwon. I can’t hold it, I-I’m gonna cum.”

“Then cum,” he whispers, looking down at you through his hooded eyelids. “Cum for me, darling.”

And you waste no time obliging to his word, the feeling of pleasure ripping through your body as you screw your eyes shut, stars behind your eyelids as you moan, Hyungwon’s name mixed with different curses and other lewd sounds. He still continued to fuck you through your orgasm, already sensitive from the amount of pressure that you’ve received throughout the night, and it causes your entire body to tremble and convulse.

“Fuck, fuck, (Y/N), I’m cumming,” Hyungwon grunts, before pulling out of you. He holds onto the side of his car as he pumps himself onto you, staining your pretty red dress and your trembling thighs, your name laced around sinful words and immoral moans rolling off his tongue.

You watch him as you come down from your orgasm, the juxtaposition in the setting almost laughable as you take in his beauty; his blonde hair stuck to his face with sweat, framing his features so nicely; his already plump lips even plumper now from all the body praise, kissing and licking every surface of you he encountered, his top teeth sinking into his bottom lip. You sit up from the hood of his car, a grin on your face before you grab him by the front of his shirt and pull him in for another kiss, he still grunts from sensitivity but still pushes his lips against yours, soft as you snake your hands around his neck.

And the night continued on like that, limbs entangled in one another in the backseat of his car now; the two of you are almost thankful that no one ever really drives on this road. He kissed you everywhere and as did you, making sure you savoured every part of him for all the years that you’ve missed, connecting your body with his - the only thing that divided the both of you was the thin layer of sweat on your bodies that accumulated as the night went on. You’ve lost count of the amount of orgasms he had given you that night, but it didn’t matter; the two of you have waited for this for far too long.

Dawn nearly breaks the night sky when quiet finally takes place in his car, the windows fogged up and chests slowly rising and falling now instead of rapidly panting. You lay your head on top of his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You think back on when he was simply just an unknown number to you, the feelings that you had formed for the unknown man and Hyungwon, and you suppress a giggle when you realize how many times the answer was right in front of your eyes.

“What’s so funny?” he asks amusedly, hands busy entangled in your hair, twirling strands around his fingers. He smelt of rich vanilla, a smell that you could not stand, once upon a time, but found yourself drowning in rapture now.

“Nothing,” you say, nuzzling your face into his naked chest. Your clothes had been discarded long ago, littering the floor of Hyungwon’s car. “I’m just thinking of all the times I could’ve figured out you were the unknown number. The answers were right in front of me the entire time.”

You think back on it; the first time he had texted you kindly, asking what he should buy for breakfast, and heeding to your word of buying a bagel, and how you ended up glaring at Hyungwon across your classroom that day for being so obnoxious with his bagel, the one you had advised him to buy in the first place. The day after the two of you started sexting, how he announced that he was going to buy a red velvet cookie, and thus, glaring at him again for being obnoxious with it. His friend from criminology had to be your mutual friend, Minhyuk, as well. It was almost embarrassing how many clues you had missed.

“We were literally texting each other even when we were a few feet away,” he laughs, petting your hair down. “We’re both dumb. We’re perfect for each other.”

You pout at him playfully. “Hey, I’m not dumb!” you tell him, to which he smiles at you with eyes that could compete against crescent moons. “You’re mean, I like you better through text.”

He chuckles. “So you wanna go back to just texting huh?” Hyungwon questions you, quirking an eyebrow. “Then I won’t be able to do this.” He leans down and presses his lips against yours for a few seconds, feeling your body ultimately melting into the kiss. He pulls away, grinning from ear to ear as you lay there, heat rising in your cheeks.

“Actually, never mind. I like you a lot better in person.” you say, after a few seconds of silence, to which he lets out a soft chuckle. He stares at you for a moment, eyes softening at your sight as a easeful smile graces his lips. Leaning down, he kisses your forehead.

“I like you a lot better in person too.”

Kihyun was right, Hyungwon really does look at you as if you stole all the stars in the night sky for him.

FIN.

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r00en · 4 years

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Still Good Chapter 9

Toshi beat’s himself up over the attack on U.S.J because of course he does. But Aizawa is there to kick him into shape and tell it like it is!

All Might x Reader (Oc)

No warnings this time. Just massive Fluff!!!

He had been given the okay to leave far sooner than expected. Even Young Midoriya was shocked when Recovery Girl gave into Toshi’s pestering and let him leave her office. It came with the promise to come back daily for check up’s and a few more rounds of treatment which in all honesty wasn’t the worst trade so he happily accepted the small Nurses demand.

“In truth I don’t think I could keep you here if I tried….she’s been in her office since we got back if you want to go see her.” Recovery Girl had a grim look on her face. The look she only ever seemed to get when a student was seriously hurt. And while she tried her best to assure everyone that Paladin wasn’t seriously injured and would most likely recover just fine with time she herself couldn’t shake that dark cloud of worry that hung in her office. Lingering between her two current patients and herself. “She’s still my granddaughter after all….” The poor woman and been rushing back and forth between offices for the better part of two days. Refusing to let Toshi recover next to Paladin for ‘personal’ reasons. In truth it was because his anger bubbled up in his throat every time he so much as thought about the state she was in. Knuckles white against the bed sheets and teeth clenched so hard it worried his doctor and student both.

Toshi thanked her from her help yet again. Suffering through a bit of light scolding for going too far and refusing to keep up his rest. His arms were heavily wrapped as was his side. He could feel the new scar already pulling tight against healthy skin. Another discomfort he would be forced to live with. A dark reminder of the day he wouldn’t be able to forget any time soon. His footsteps seemed louder than usual as he walked down the empty halls of the school. He kept his mind busy, prepped himself for what he might see when he walked into that office. Counted his foot falls to think of anything but the flashes of her mangled body and bloodied face. It wasn’t working. They came in waves like a fever dream. Creeping in the back of his mind when all he wanted to do was remember her smile and hear her little laugh all that seeped through what her broken bones and bubbled choke.

His hand rubbed against his tired eyes. The cloth of the bandages itching the skin of his cheeks. He could go home, distance himself. If he walked away she wouldn’t get hurt again. At least not physical. He could ignore her, be short and blunt and professional. Pretend that the torch he carried wasn’t burning just as brightly as it had from that first day. His fingers hovered near the door, clenching and clenching like he hadn’t made a decision yet. He would see her he decided. One last time while she was asleep. At least have one last memory of a peaceful look on her face before he punished himself with this new plan.

If he could make her hate him maybe that would be easier. Let that be the divide between them that let her move on to a safer relationship. “She already does…’” he muttered to himself. Sure of his words. “You let this happen. You couldn’t protect the one damn person you promised to….god damn it.” He wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there. Wasn’t aware when someone came sulking up behind him with a gruff grunt of displeasure.

“You gonna stand there all day beating yourself up or are you going to move?”

The voice jerked him from his self hate session and almost sent him into a mild panic attack. Jumping nearly a foot in the air Toshi spun around to come face to face with what appeared to be a mummy. Upon closer inspection it was just Aziawa. 'That’s so much worse!’ he whined. Secretly wishing it really was a horror creature rather than his fellow teacher. “You gonna move or what?” A blunt and angry sounding as ever. “…..Sorry were you going to-” “No. I already saw her. They kept me down here with her during my recovery.” Of course they did. It made more sense after all. There was much to discus between Young Midoriya and himself and apparently Aizawa had been unconscious for at least a day. Let them rest in a quiet room. It would do neither of them any good to have Toshi fussing in the corner.

The two men stood there at a slight impasse. If Aizawa didn’t want to get in the room then why did he bother stopping? Was he couldn’t to lay into him as well? Tell him how he was late to the rescue and all this could have been avoided. 'It wouldn’t be undeserved….it was your own selfish obsession with being the hero that caused all this. And when they needed you most you were-’ “Thank you.”

Toshi sputtered, blood spewing from between he teeth as he tried to catch the undignified act with his sleeve. Aziawa grumbled, unable to wipe the little bit that splattered on his nice fresh wraps but was kind enough to endure it. “I-I’m sorry?”

“I’m saying thank you. You’re not that old I know you can still hear….” He deserved that, the mild jab almost sounded lighthearted coming from his grumpy coworker. “I know you’re beat yourself up over this mess. Don’t. There is no way you could have foreseen the villains attack, nothing you could have done to stop it. They were going to show up one way or the other. It’s not on you.” Toshi wanted to argue, in fact he opened his mouth to do just that but was quickly silenced by the red eyed glare that was quickly leveled at him. “And stop treating Paladin like some delicate flower you need to protect. She’s a pro hero and an adult. You can’t baby her. She wouldn’t stand for that.” These hard truths felt like cold water splashed in his face. This whole time Toshi was being a different kind of selfish. His feelings, his emotions, his outcomes to his horrible fragility were all he could think about. Paladin, Aizawa and 13 all did their job and put their lives on the line to save their students and he was sitting around having a pitty party for himself. Ready to ruin his relationships and hide himself away from a shame he burdened himself with. No one else.

His shoulders slumped as he looked back at the closed office door. The lie that she wouldn’t be hurt if he stepped away felt raw now. She would be. Emotionally at least. Toshi knew where they stood, only their awkward fumbling and social inexperience getting in the way of honest feelings and action. He really would hurt her if he went through with such a horrible plan. 'Selfish….’

A hard smack with what felt like a solid block of rock knocked him hard on the head and nearly sent him tumbling. “W-what! Jeez what was that for!” Aizawa’s cast was held high enough to reach the lanky mans head, even if he had to stand on his toes to reach. “You’re an idiot. No wonder she likes you so much.” Righting himself and slipping his cast back into it’s sling Aizawa took a step back and looked out at the courtyard through the hall windows. The orange glow of the setting sun casting their long shadows against the wall behind them, slightly twisted from the relaxation of the glass. “I’m only going to say this once. If you walk into that office and start blaming yourself you’re going to upset her. If you keep dancing around your feelings, hating yourself like this things are only going to get worse. You’ll sink deeper into that dark place you keep sneaking off to when ever something bad happens….or when ever you doubt your feelings for her."

That hit Toshi like a brick...or a cast. Even Aizawa figured out so much so quickly. Was it really written so clearly on his face? "How did you-” “You get this look. You’ll stare at her with puppy dog eyes for hours on end and suddenly look like you’ve been hit by a truck…or you saw someone kick a puppy…” The dark haired teacher gave a shrug. “I couldn’t care one way or the other what you do. But if she wakes up and see’s you with that face she’s going to hit you.” Toshi shrunk back, raking his fingers through his sagging bangs letting out a small huff. Aizawa turned on his heels and headed down the hall, giving the worried hero another shrug as he passed. “Do or don’t it’s up to you. You both annoying me….” That wasn’t true, Toshi knew Aizawa almost adored the young nurse. He was always hanging around her during classes. Always finding excuses to at least stop by and say hello. He would even accept invitations to drinks for the teachers if she offer herself or was part of the group. To what extent Toshi didn’t truly know but in his own quiet way he knew Aizawa was trying to watch out for his friend. That made him feel mildly better. Sort of…

Once the dark haired man was well of of sight Toshi turned himself back around to face the door. What had he decided to do? Keep going the course and dodging around these strange feelings and emotions that he hardly had a grasp on? Distance himself and block off these feelings, force Paladin to hate him to protect her from all that he was….or better yet all he could no longer be for her? Or take Aizawa’s advice. Move forward. As he slid the door open slowly he still had no idea. No clue what the right answer was. He was almost afraid to look up, afraid to see her prone in bed. Quiet, almost lifeless and damaged. That guilt bubbled in his throat again like hot bile forcing him to swallow hard. His eyes still locked on his feet trying to build up the courage to face even her sleeping form. “Toshi?"

He though he was imagining her soft voice calling out to him. There was no way she was awake, sounding so normal and unharmed. She was a battered mess from the fight, she was broken and bruised and hurt. So very hurt. "I didn’t think you would be up so soon. Aizawa told me about what happened after I blacked out. I’m sorry I couldn’t do more to help….” No she really was talking. Apologizing to him! Of all the people she was the last one who ever needed to utter such nonsense. His head snapped up to see her sitting plain as day, his vision blurred from the tears that were welling in his eyes. Bathed in the orange glow of the widow, smiling at him. “I never was very good at offense, but you know that much. How is your side?” Her words were a muddied mess of white noise to him. Feet moving on their own his long strides had him at her bedside in a second. Lanky bandaged arms wrapped tight around her shoulders and smothered her against his chest. She still smelled like dirt and old blood but he couldn’t care less. Burying his face in her hair he let out a choked and shaky sob of a breath. She was okay. Somehow she was okay. Shocked and confused, but alive.

Her own arms were prone to her side, unsure of how to react to his sudden and rather unexpected burst of emotion. But slowly, ever so slowly she returned his embrace. Hugging his middle gingerly, mindful of his left as she nuzzled into his shirt. “It’s okay…” She whispered, smoothing her hand down his back to try and calm his rattling breaths. “I’m okay…really.” As if he didn’t believe her Toshi sunk to his knees with an almost worrying crack of his joints. With his height he was still eye level, taking her face in his hands and running his eyes over every inch of her that he could. Before he even had time to think, to remind himself that this was not the plan what so ever he rushed forward and captured her lips in the worlds most clumsy kiss. Putting as much of his desperate emotions as he could behind it. It earned him a small squeak of surprise but she wasn’t pulling away, wasn’t shoving him off. In fact after the initial round of shock she seemed to slowly, tentatively kiss him back. They were so careful of each other. So nervous and soft almost afraid to do much but sit there and soak in each others warmth but that was enough. It was more than enough for him. To finally feel her like this. As he pulled away from her, the small pop of their lips leaving each others, eyes locked in a haze it suddenly dawned on him exactly what he had just done. “I-I’m…..oh god I’m so sorry!” His hands flew off her cheeks and to his lap as he bowed low and hard. “I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me! T-that was so unacceptable! Jeez what the hell was I thinking! you can’t just- I shouldn’t have…I mean I should have asked but-” “Toshi.” The little giggles she gave made him peaked up. Dark eyes catching her with worry and fear. Her own hands gave his thin chin a little tilt and forced him to look back up at her. He complied, having no idea what else he could possibly do. Before he could shy himself away or stand and make a break for it she pressed forward and latched her mouth onto his again. More in control now. Less sloppy and unsure. It was his turn to whimper low in his throat. Hands moving back to her shoulders as if to steady himself. The broke apart slowly this time. Smiling and slightly winded. “I have…wanted to do that for a very long time.” She teased, letting her hands drop back to her lap.

“Really?” He couldn’t image anyone wanted to kiss an old bag of bones like himself. He was all teeth and angles…not soft and beautiful like her. But the grin he got from her had him blushing to his ears. Heat rushing down his neck and even too his shoulders. “W-well alright…would you-! I mean…it seem’s odd to ask now after…that but…would you like-” 'Think!….god damn it Toshi you’re a grown man act like it! You want to be with her, she wants to be with you. Follow the logical, normal social steps. Date, marry, live together. Ask her like a normal person!'

“Toshi?"

"Live together!” His blunder had him clamping a hand over his mouth lest he spit blood all over her clean sheets.

“W-what…you want to live-” “N-no I didn’t mean…well yes one day maybe but….h-hang on!” He pulled back, his chest rattling with wet coughs and desperate heaving trying to catch his breath. She helped, the saint, by rubbing his back carefully and offering some tissues from her side table. He gratefully took them, trying to look at least slightly presentable. Once he was mildly sure all the blood was cleaned from his lips and chin he turned himself back to her. Bowing so low his head almost brushed the mattress of her cot.

“W-will you please…be with me. A-as you’re lover! No…boyfriend? That sounds so….what I mean is…” Taking a shaking breath he pulled himself up, trying to ignore her little giggles at his odd and sudden display. His hands took her’s tightly. Holding them close to his chest. Those bright blue eyes shining as he finial managed to meet her gaze. “Please, I want to be with you. Fully and honestly. No more hiding my feelings, no more doubt. If you’ll have me….” He waited, watched the strange emotions run across her face as she pondered his question. Was he wrong? Was this all some strange misunderstanding? Did she not want to be with him. Her fingers moved carefully under his chin, her little thumb coming up to brush away a small spot of blood he must have missed. “I was starting to wonder when you were going to ask properly. Honestly Toshinori there is only so long you can make a girl wait until she starts to give up hope!"

Toshi couldn’t tell if she was joking. Wasn’t sure of much if he was being honest. But she was gracing him with that god damn smile again. Moving forward to rest her forehead against his in a rather soft touch that he quickly found to be one of his favorites. "Perhaps we should wait a bit before moving in together though….” Her teasing eased his racing heart. Lulling him into a much more relaxed state of comfort. This woman was wonderful…..his woman. The thought alone made him shiver as he moved forward to press one last kiss to her lips for good measure. Quick and tender. He had more than enough time to give her more.

“You’ll have to teach me….I’m ashamed to admit I’ve never done this sort of thing before. Being All Might never left much room for personal relationships.” It was tough to admit, a bit shameful really but if he was going to start with anyone he was happen it was his little Paladin. “Well you’re in luck! I happen to have read many teen romance novels as a young girl, so I’m well versed in all things love related to the highest degree of realism. But regardless of all that we can figure it out together….alright?” That sounded nice. He gave a little nod, grinning when she smiled up at him. Happy to spend the rest of his day’s right here like this with her.

His hand brushed down slowly to her neck, feeling the bandages there under his fingertips his worry flared back up. As if remembering the past few days in a sudden rush. Panic twisted his gut and he managed to work himself up so suddenly all over again.

“You’re okay?” He asked, voice broken and fearful. “You really are okay? Does anything hurt? Do you need me to get Recovery Girl?” His fingers smoothed back some hair that he displaced, letting his fingers untangle a few snags he caught. Treating her like glass. So very careful. “God…you were so…” He managed to huff out before hanging his head low. “I wasn’t sure. You were so hurt…so broken and I let-” For the second time today Toshi found himself on the receiving end of a sharp chop to the head. He wasn’t so sure he deserved this one. “Oh don’t even start with that Toshinori! You and I both know none of this was your fault. We are not starting off a relationship with you second guessing and blaming yourself! I’m fine really! See!” She held out her arms, though the left was bandaged up she hardly looked as bad as Young Midoriya or Aizawa. “Grandma was able to heal most of my wounds quick enough and my own quirk took over from there. I woke up last night. There might be some scarring though…it always happens if I don’t heal wounds quick enough.” Her fingers brushed over her shoulder and moved to a spot on her side where Toshi remembered the metal rod had been lodged. His own fingers brushed over that spot carefully, as if checking to be sure the horrible thing wasn’t still there. “She said I’m free to go home when ever I’m able.” He hummed, thankful that she seemed to mend just fine even with all that trauma. He should have known better. Aziawa was right, she was a pro hero and a good one at that. She knew how to handle herself even in the worst situations. Getting himself worked up was only going to effect him. She was fine.

“I’m glad…” He muttered, giving her temple a small peck as he stood. His knees screaming at him for kneeling for so long on the hard floor. He ungracefully plopped himself down in the chair next to her coat, lounging back with a heavy sigh as if he hadn’t truly relaxed until that very moment. He wasn’t sure he really had honestly. So much had happened, so much had kept him up. So much to think about. Paladin reached out carefully taking his hand that was hanging over the arm rest. He gave it a little squeeze, smiling over at her with a tired expression. Even with the horror these last few days had been in this moment right here, right now Toshi was perhaps the happiest he had been in years.

“Let’s go home.” He sighed, refusing to let go of the tiny hand that held so desperately to his.

#mha deku #All Might/Reader #all might x reader #Toshinori x reader #Toshinori Yagi #Recovery Girl #izuku mydoria

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moonbeambucky · 5 years

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Spills and Drills

Pairing: Dentist!Bucky Barnes x Reader [AU] Word Count: 4862 Warnings: fluff

Summary: Although you love sleeping in you learn that sometimes good things come to those who wake up early.

A/N: This is my submission for @teamcap4bucky Teamcap4bucky’s 2k Celebration Writing Challenge! My prompt was “Why are you staring at me?” Thank you as always to Sam @buckyofthemyscira for beta reading, I love you 3000! 💕 gif not mine

Hushed are the voices around you as the movie theatre lights dim to make way for the bright screen illuminating the upcoming releases. You’re comfortable in the red leather seat, with your hand digging into the bag of popcorn in your lap. The melted butter makes the salt stick to your fingers but you don’t mind at all, sucking them clean into your mouth after each handful.

Your name is called, no, shouted over the heavy thwong of the music in the movie trailer. You nearly jumped in your seat wondering why Shuri is practically screaming your name. As you turn to face her everything seems wrong. She’s wearing the same white dress she wore for her sixteenth birthday party, the white one with the fishnet collar her mother thought was a little too casual for the celebration. Shuri would always be her little princess even if she didn’t dress like one.

“What are you doing?” you questioned as she continued to shout your name. “Stop. No. Shuri, stop it!”

With a gasping breath you’re jolted awake, squinting one eye open to see Shuri standing above you, her palms are still pushing against your shoulders.

“Y/N wake up!”

Oh, it was just a dream. The tension in your body relaxes as you nuzzle your face back into the softness of your pillow. “Shuri stop, lemme sleep, it’s Saturday,” you groaned.

“I know it is, I was sleeping too until your alarm woke me up. That thing has been going off for twenty minutes. Don’t you have an appointment to go to?”

Your eyes shot open. “Shit!”

You get up, throwing the blankets off yourself as fast as possible to get out of bed. Why you decided to make your appointment at 8am you’ll never truly understand. If I get up early I’ll have the whole day to be productive, you mock yourself in your head.

With a wide yawn Shuri leaves your room, saying she’s headed back to bed. Your own bed looks so inviting, it’s calling out for you to come back. It was very tempting to cancel the appointment and go back to sleep but you wouldn’t.

Your dentist is a really nice man who worked with you a few years ago during an emergency visit when you didn’t have insurance. He reduced his fees to the bare minimum and even then let you pay him off over the course of a few months. He had a small practice in Brooklyn he ran with his wife and in the world of cheap deals on Groupon you knew he was struggling a bit.

In less than a minute you were dressed and rushing in to the bathroom to wash the sleep from your face and give a thorough brushing to your teeth. Morning breath was still heavy on your tongue so you made sure to scrape that well too. Checking your phone for the time you realized you might be cutting it close to your appointment, so you grabbed what you needed and headed out.

The subway ride was quick but you still had a few blocks to walk once you got out. The street was a lot busier than you expected especially for so early in the morning but that was mainly due to a new popular cafe that recently opened. The lines were crazy long and as much as you wanted to try their Instagrammable treats you figured you’d wait a little bit for the hype to die down.

Checking your phone once more you realized you had one minute to go and two long blocks to still walk. You picked up the pace and turned the corner at the cafe, looking down to secure your phone back in your bag and not paying attention to the person coming out of the door.

You collided with a solid frame, getting knocked back a bit but thankfully not falling. A dentist appointment is enough, you certainly didn’t need a visit to the emergency room. Something did fall however, the two cups of coffee the man was holding.

“I’m so sorry!” you blurted out, looking down at the mess on the ground, with coffee spilling out from the overturned cups.

Glancing up you saw the man standing there, still holding the now empty coffee tray in his hand, with his mouth gaping open in shock. Your own mouth dropped open while staring at what was possibly the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

Tall and well built, looking unfairly good in a sharp black suit with a simple white button down, casually left open at the top. His rich brown hair was cropped short with perfectly groomed stubble covering his jawline.

Realizing you were gawking at him you shook yourself free from his handsome aura and prompted yourself to actually speak.

“I’m so sorry, please let me pay you for them,” you offered, digging your hand into your bag to pull out some money.

“No need, it was my fault,” he replied, with the words falling from his perfectly pink lips like silk. “Did I spill any on you?”

You were definitely sure this was your fault but the sincerity of his tone combined with the sweetest look those incredible blue eyes were giving you would make you believe anything he said. In response to his question you shook your head, not knowing if you were even telling the truth since you couldn’t bother to pull your gaze away from him again.

“I’m glad to hear that. Could I buy you a coffee for your trouble? Although it might take a while with this line,” he chuckled.

Yes is what you wanted to say. You would have waited in a month long line if it meant you’d be with this incredibly handsome man but you were definitely late to your appointment by now and you simply wouldn’t cancel on your dentist like that.

“I’m sorry I have to go,” you quickly trailed off as your feet began to carry you in the direction you needed to be. “Again, I’m so sorry about the coffee!”

You really wished you had woken up earlier, maybe then you would have had a spare moment to actually talk to the hot guy and try your luck at getting his number. He did offer to buy you a coffee so that seemed promising but then you remembered the two cups spilled on the ground. Two cups of coffee for one person didn’t seem completely unlikely but a guy as hot as that is definitely in a relationship. Oh well.

By the time you reached the office you were slightly out of breath after deciding that you should speed walk the rest of the way there to make up for lost time. It didn’t help that you picked the wrong jacket to wear on the awfully sunny morning.

It took a moment to steady your breathing before you rang the bell and were buzzed in.

“Dr. Barnes!” you exclaimed, not expecting to see him behind the reception desk where his wife usually is. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

“That’s alright Y/N, it’s a just a few minutes,” he confirmed, checking the watch on his wrist.

You followed Dr. Barnes down the hallway whose walls were lined with posters of people smiling, showing off bright white teeth that advertised all kinds of dental products and procedures.

“My next appointment actually cancelled,” he said, turning his head back a bit as he continued to take you to the examination room. “Turns out they didn’t want to get up this early on a Saturday.”

“I can’t imagine anyone that would,” you remarked with light sarcasm while sharing a smile.

The exam room had recently been redecorated with beigey-grey wood running throughout the floor. The former textured blue wall paper was gone, replaced by a fresh coat of light grey paint on all but one wall that was a deep teal blue. Dr. Barnes’ old desk and bulky computer were replaced by a modern floating desk and a monitor that was clearly a touch screen, though a wireless keyboard and mouse were on top of the polished surface.

You knew Dr. Barnes wasn’t comfortable with new technology. His flip phone made you laugh every time you saw it but it only added to his endearing charm. His wife Winnie adapted faster to her new phone though she has asked you the occasional question or two.

“The room looks great,” you said, hanging up your jacket on the small hook on the wall. “Did Winnie do this?”

His lips were pulled into a smile as he shook his head, “No, my son actually.”

You sat in the dental chair getting yourself comfortable as Dr. Barnes pressed a button for the automatic cup filler beside you as he continued, “He’s been back for a while now.”

Dr. Barnes would often talk about his children as he made small talk during the exam. His son James had gone to college in Indiana and also studied dentistry. Dr. Barnes had hoped James would eventually work at the family practice.

“…If only he learned to be on time,” Dr. Barnes sighed.

He glanced over at the frame on his desk, an picture of his family from over a decade ago when the kids were younger. From your angle you could see bright happy faces and James smiling with mouth full of metal. The poor kid ticked off all the boxes that made up an awkward teen, braces, acne and a lanky body with long stringy hair that looked like it needed a good wash. Rebecca, his daughter, thankfully didn’t look like she had any of the problems her brother did, and Winnie looked as radiant then as she did now.

“Where is Winnie anyway?” you wondered.

Dr. Barnes smiled at the mention of his wife’s name and you found it endearing to see how clearly in love they were. “Sleeping in this morning. Rebecca’s asked her to come along later while she looks for a wedding dress. Knowing my daughter, Win’s gonna need as much rest as possible!”

His fingers slowly clacked away at the keyboard, making you smile as he used both index fingers to slowly type out your name.”

“With Becca engaged I keep telling James he needs to catch up.”

“I’m sure he appreciates it,” you chuckled.

Dr. Barnes pressed the backspace key a few times, clearly unable to have a conversation while he was concentrating on typing. He let his hands rest in his lap for a moment, running his thumb along the gold band that has long since settled in the groove it created on his finger all those years ago.

“I just want to see him settle down with someone nice,” he said, pressing his lips together to form a tight smile.

You know he meant well and having had similar conversations with your own parents you can only assume the conversations are just as awkward for James as they are for you. A few times you’ve tried to explain to your parents how dating is much different today from their time but they don’t always understand. The conversation about why “nice guys” on the internet don’t actually exist seemed to have gone over their heads so you definitely understand James’ suffering.

“If it makes you feel better my parents say the same thing.”

Dr. Barnes’ sparkling blue eyes lit up at you words, as a smile slowly spread across his face. “Well, can I interest you in my son? He’s much better looking than I am and not a single cavity!”

“No cavities you say? That’s the first thing I look for in a man.”

The crinkles surrounding his eyes were prominent as Dr. Barnes gave a bellowing laugh. After finally pulling up your chart he briefly went over your medical history before taking x-rays. He placed the lead vest on your body and positioned the arm of the machine in place so he could begin. The sound of an ancient ringtone stopped his actions and Dr. Barnes excused himself to take the call in another room.

The weighted vest was comforting against your still sleepy form easing your eyes to gently shut. It would have been very easy to fall asleep but the dentist’s office was not the place for a nap. Instead you forced your eyes open, with a gasp caught in your throat as your jaw dropped in shock at what you saw.

Standing in the hallway in front your exam room was the man you bumped into outside the cafe, holding another tray with two cups of coffee. All thoughts about his looks went away because no matter how blue those eyes were or how chiseled that jawline was he was clearly a crazy stalker.

“Dude, are you kidding me?” Your mouth hung open in shock as you continued to stare at him. “I asked if you wanted me to pay for the coffees and you said no so now you’re following me?!” What a psycho!

He stood there silently, gazing at you with a crazed look in his eyes.

“Why are you staring at me? You need to leave.”

The man did nothing but continue to stand there, his mouth hanging open in what you perceived as happy recognition. Who knows how many buildings he went to before finding the one you entered, and now that he was here what was he planning on doing to you?

Without thinking of the ramifications you shoved the lead vest off and grabbed the nearest dental tool on the tray. You wished it was the drill but instead it was one with a curved end. You’re not sure what it’s called but you know it’s sharp and you hoped it would do some damage to this lunatic if he tried to come closer.

The stranger’s mouth pulled into a wide smile as he dipped his head forward and let out a chuckle. His actions only made you more nervous so you gripped the tool even tighter and pointed it towards him in the most threatening way you could be with an instrument that scrapes tooth plaque.

“If you don’t leave right now I’m gonna call the cops!”

You knew it was a stupid thing to say, since technically if you did call 911 it would take some time before any police arrived, and realistically you should have called for Dr. Barnes instead.

“I– ” he begins before he turns his head to the side seeing a figure walking towards him.

“James!” Dr. Barnes proclaimed from the hallway.

James? As in pimple-face braces James? As in George’s son James? Oh no.

A metallic clang rang out through the exam room as you dropped the dental tool back onto the tray and jumped back into the chair. Your heart was pounding furiously in your chest as you quickly pulled up the lead vest and replaced it across your body, trying not to look like you just threatened your dentist’s son with a pseudo weapon.

“Hi Dad,” James responded in that beautifully smooth voice you heard not long ago.

Dr. Barnes came into your line of sight and seeing the two together made you want to kick yourself for not realizing it earlier. Their eyes were identical as was the little dimple on their chins though James stood taller than his father, and where Dr. Barnes was lean James was obviously muscular. The integrity of that shirt was put to the test the moment he got dressed and you found yourself growing hot at the thought of the younger Barnes in a state where his body would not be covered with clothing.

Dr. Barnes folded his arms across his chest, frowning as he huffed, “You’re late.”

“Sorry, I was bringing you coffee and then…” James stopped to share a knowing look in your direction, your own eyes flared with panicked anticipation wondering what he was going to say.

“... I bumped into someone and knocked them right out of my hand, totally my fault. Had to wait back in line again.”

Dr. Barnes swiped his hand down his face as he let out an expected sigh, “My son, the klutz.” He turned his head towards you, seeing the small curve your lips were pulled into. “See Y/N, this is why he’s single,” he joked.

James turned a few shades pinker with embarrassment at his father’s comment, especially when he locked eyes with you, seeing your own crinkling with unspoken laughter.

“Well it was kind of you to bring coffee but I’d rather you show up on time,” Dr. Barnes remarked.

James followed his father into your exam room as Dr. Barnes officially introduced his son. “Y/N, this is my son, Dr. James Barnes.”

“Bucky,” he said, extending his hand towards you.

“N-nice to meet you,” you replied, unable to contain the nerves in your voice.

Once again Dr. Barnes shook his head at his son’s actions, mumbling under his breath about how “Bucky” is not a professional name. It was all in good fun however as you could see the love they had for each other.

Turning his attention towards you again Dr. Barnes asked if you would feel comfortable with James finishing the exam and cleaning. “That call was from Winnie. She locked her keys in the car. So much for sleeping in.”

Your veins carried fear throughout your body as panic rooted itself deep into your bones. It’s not that you didn’t trust James or whatever he wanted to be called, in doing his job and Dr. Barnes would never steer you wrong but the fact that you would be alone with the hottest guy you’ve ever seen as his fingers probed your mouth made you feel more than awkward.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you lied through your ready to be examined teeth.

George smiled as he said goodbye, joking that he was going to call you later so you could let him know the truth about how James did during the exam.

The younger Barnes followed his father out of the room, telling you he would just need a minute to get ready, leaving you time to mentally prepare yourself.

You can do this Y/N. He’s just a hot guy. There are plenty of hot people out there. He’s just a normal guy with extraordinarily good looks. Don’t stare at him like he’s got a metal arm or something. Be cool.

Shrugging your shoulders you tried to physically shake off any lingering awkwardness, well as best as you could while still wearing the lead vest. With the morning you had you were glad you remembered to put on deodorant, especially now as you’re sweating in the chair, hoping the sweat stains under your arms that were definitely starting to form were not visible.

Footsteps echoed closer on the new wood flooring alerting you to sit up a bit more as you anticipated James’ arrival once more. He looked even better somehow, forgoing the suit jacket for a white lab coat.

“Time to get you out of that vest,” he said, scrunching his face up adorably as he corrected his words, “I mean, time to take the x-rays t-then you won’t need to wear the vest, heh.”

Responding with an awkward chuckle you felt slightly comforted by the fact that you weren’t the only one feeling nervous with the situation. You focused your eyes on the teal wall ahead, ignoring the way his deft fingers assembled the piece for the x-ray that would go in your mouth, holding a tense breath as he asked you to open your mouth and bite down.

Your mind was not helping you keep cool as it imagined his simple request in a more seductive scenario, hearing that smooth voice giving commands was not something you were turned off by.

You managed to make it through the rest of the x-rays with minimal squirming in your seat, as you combated visions of ripping his clothes off with thoughts of Shuri and her obsession with watching pimple popping videos. That girl may be a genius but there is definitely something wrong with her.

James’ fingers brushed against your arm as he finally took off the lead vest. “You’re hot,” he said causing your eyes to widen. “I mean from the vest,” he quickly mumbled.

Bucky was thankful his back was towards you as he hung the vest back up on the wall, rolling his eyes with embarrassment by his poor choice of words. It’s true, your body was feeling warm when his fingers gently skimmed across your skin but Bucky thought you were hot the moment you ran into each other outside the cafe.

He kicked himself for choosing to stand in line for coffee again instead of trying to talk with you before you left to give you his number. It took all the strength in the world not to drop the tray of coffee again when he saw you in the exam room. He’s truly never been happier to have been at work before.

Though Bucky had been practicing dentistry for quite a few years now being around you made him feel as nervous as he was during his first day of clinicals. He attempted to make small talk with you as he began the exam, an onerous task on your behalf as you could only communicate with a few sounds as your mouth hung open.

It was difficult not to look at James as he checked and cleaned your teeth. The bottom half of his handsome face was blocked by a mask but through his safety glasses you could still see those beautiful blue eyes, as clear as the ocean surrounding a tropical island.

Apparently you were lost in dreamy thought, unaware your tongue had strayed from where it was supposed to be during the cleaning.

“Stick your tongue out further,” he asked and you complied, focusing on the ceiling tiles above instead as he continued. “Okay, you can sit up and rinse now.”

Bringing the small cup to your lips you swished the water around your mouth and spit out a mess of saliva and blood.

“I never know what to do with my tongue,” you said, referencing your earlier action although hearing the words out of context you’re not sure if he knows what you mean. “D-during the exam!” you quickly added. “I know what to do with it.”

You heard a chuckle from behind, realizing your extra comment made things worse and you should probably never speak again.

Your mouth still felt unclean, though you couldn’t tell if it was leftover residue from the exam or the stupidity of your words. As you pressed the button to refill the cup you focused on the fact that in a few moments you would be getting your new toothbrush, paying the bill and leaving forever.

James spoke just as you began to pick up the cup, “Well, I’m happy to say your oral is good.”

The shock of his words caused your fingers to let go of the delicate cup, spilling water all over the floor.

“Health!” he shouted, catching his mistake. “Oral health!”

Bucky’s cheeks burned hotter than the sun and he didn’t need a mirror to know he was currently a deep crimson shade to match the level of embarrassment he felt. He wanted to disappear, magically teleport himself back to Indiana where he was not a bumbling idiot.

A gasp pulled his attention towards you as your hands simultaneously covered your gaping mouth while apologies spilled from your lips faster than the water.

“No, it’s okay, it’s my fault,” he apologized.

Bucky left the room, internally chastising himself for the ridiculous thing he said. He was thankful his father was not here to watch his descent into complete incompetence. There was something about you that made him act like a fool. He wondered if he could blame it on laughing gas, claim there was a leak in the nitrous oxide tank.

He opened the supply closet letting his shoulders slump as he exhaled a deep sigh. There was no way he could come back from this.

James returned with a large roll of paper towels in hand. Getting up from the chair you offered to help clean the spill but he insisted you didn’t have to. Instead you stood to the side, and despite how tempting it was to look at him bending over as he cleaned the floor you shut your eyes, pinched the bridge of your nose and wished you were still dreaming, hoping Shuri would wake you up from this nightmare.

His foot stepped on the pedal of the garbage as he dumped the saturated paper towels, pulling off his gloves to dump them as well. You still stood silently, inching your way out of the room, knowing you’ll have to find a new dentist because you could never face James or Dr. Barnes ever again.

Bucky rummaged through a drawer before turning towards you, “Do you want green or blue...or…. uhh, I’ve got orange,” he spoke of the toothbrushes.

“Doesn’t matter.” Get the toothbrush, pay the bill, leave forever.

James handed you a blue toothbrush and you wondered if it was a conscious choice, a reminder about his eyes even though this basic color falls short in comparison to the beauty of those sparkling sapphires.

Following him to the front you nodded quickly when he spoke about scheduling another appointment in six months. It didn’t matter, you would be cancelling it as the time neared. With the bill paid you gave him an awkward goodbye with a stupid wave that was immediately added to the long list of regrets for the day, and quickly ran out of the door.

A few hours later you were feeling better. You told Shuri everything the moment you got back to your apartment and even though reliving the disaster that was your morning made you feel embarrassed all over again, when she rolled off the bed from laughing so hard it allowed you to let go of everything and laugh along with her.

The buzzing of your phone on the table woke you from a nap you didn’t know you had taken. Seeing Dr. Barnes’ office number you remembered he said he would be calling you to check how things went.

“Hi, Dr. Barnes,” you said cheerily.

“Hi Y/N, this is Dr. Barnes. Not that Dr. Barnes though, it’s Bucky.”

“Oh, hi.” All of the nerves came rushing back as your heart raced with fear, wondering why he was calling you. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just you left your jacket in the office.”

You completely forgot about your jacket until you were nearly home and a gust of wind caused goosebumps to erupt all over your bare arms reminding you about the poor jacket you abandoned in the office. It was too late, the jacket was a lost cause, an innocent victim as a result of your awkwardness, now homeless because you were not going back for it.

“Oh… yeah,” you responded, trying to sound casual.

“That’s not the only reason I called.”

Bucky cleared his throat, forcing himself to say the apologies he’s been repeating in his head all day but this time to the person who needed to hear it.

“I wanted to apologize for today. I’m normally not…” He ruminated on his words, trying to think of something professional before settling on the truth “… a mess.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his admission and the sound eased some of the tension he felt immediately. If Bucky was being honest you thought you should do the same.

“Me too. I’d like to think I’m a lot more chill than I was today.”

“So threatening people with a sickle probe isn’t a normal part of your dental experience?” he joked, pulling more laughter from you. “In all seriousness, I’d like to return your jacket and maybe I could buy you that cup of coffee?”

Bucky’s voice went higher with uncertainty as he silently hoped you would say yes to his offer. The momentary silence was deafening as he waited for your answer.

“I’m not sure it’s a good idea…”

Bucky’s heart sunk to the floor. He was wrong to think you felt the same about him. Clearly you wanted to keep things professional, something he was clearly incapable of.

“…I heard coffee stains your teeth.”

Relief washed over him quickly, helping to slow the rapid beat of his anxious heart. His lips stretched wide across his face as he said, “Maybe it’s another excuse to see you again.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you chewed on your bottom lip to help contain the smile that threatened to spread all the way to Brooklyn. You decided to meet at a coffee shop in the middle, leaving you just enough time to get changed and attempt to look presentable again.

“I’ll see you soon Bucky,” you said, getting up and eyeing your closet for something to wear. “And I promise I won’t knock it over.”

“I hope not because it was definitely your fault this morning!”

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