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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 23: PRETTY BOY

emotions run wild when everyone is drunk and hardly coherent. quackity is always loud, but tonight is a full on assault on the senses (the ears, in particular). bretman simps for corpse too much for your liking. rae is happy for once. there’s a confession of love somewhere in there. sister james makes a very good impostor, but that’s old news, the real question is who gave you a knife? a new persona emerges that leaves the roaches quivering in their boots.

─── corpse husband x reader, a lil bit of everyone x reader (because she’s a queen) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: a lil over 7k.

author’s note: it’s the way i can’t follow a fucking calendar for me. sorry guys, i swear to god i thought i had one more day before thursday . the idiot award goes to me and i accept it with pride. anyway, i was excited to write this for a while! quackity is in mexico, that’s why he drinks, too. my fic, my rules, he’s too funny not to include. im also working on an extra w dream and mr quack so look forward to that, too! hopefully u like this part ily xx and as always lmk wat u think!!

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The outfit for today was picked with care and consideration. Hot, as always- you had forgotten your roots, your hoodie and sweats lay hidden in the bottom of your drawer never to be worn on stream again. You’ve changed. Clout really does that to people. Some viewers, naturally, find your hotness near insulting: how dare you rub your beauty in their faces, and so unabashedly, too?! If only you had a twinge of self-awareness, perhaps you would tone it down. But you don’t, and whether that’s by choice or not is the mystery the whole internet tries to solve (ARMY has been working diligently, and you admire their effort, though in the end their tireless labor brings no tangible results).

You went from hot to hotter. In all truth, the fires eating away at California can be blamed on you. You carry this burden in stride, in your platform overpriced shoes some girl scammed you on Depop with, in your fishnets, in your skirt, in your corset, in your rings and necklaces and chains. You woke up today and chose violence. Decided your existence will be a plague to the rest of the populace, and meant it (that, maybe, you took inspiration from a certain faceless Youtuber that so happens to be your boyfriend or whatever). You feel powerful. Like you could step on the world and the world would let you. You decide that it’s the way it should always be.

The smile on your lips informs of nothing good to your quaint, small audience of 40k. You change the lighting in your room from the soft cherry blossom pink to menacing violet. As fitting for a villain.

Perhaps California’s hellish sun has finally purged you of your bubbly, docile nature (arguably, you had never possessed it to begin with); perhaps it’s the forth mimosa you’re mixing as people slowly trickle into the lobby. Who knows?! Not you, definitely. What do all of those boring dead white European philosophers say? Embrace the unknown? Cheers, you’ll drink to that.

In stark contrast to your appearance, your room is a fucking mess. A war-zone of epic anime scale. Everything is scattered, well, everywhere. A perfect representation on what’s going on in your mind, always. You don’t like how people focus on your surroundings-- you’re the main attraction, hello? Are you not enough to sustain them? Must they beg for more?! Totally ungrateful. You shake your head in disappointment, as if a mother scolding her children.

noooooo! mom pls forgive me i will never ask abt anything ever again T_T

yall looking at the room? lol couldnt be me

feels like im five and my mum just told me i cant eat a pretty rock i found on the pavement:(

You can’t contain your sly grin. Eyes twinkle with a purplish hue, appearing all the more menacing. You tricked them once again, oh how absolutely evil of you. In your blind delight you accidentally spill champagne on your lap.

“-Oop, fuck.” You snort.

why does she sound like goofy

The scandalous drunk Among Us stream is about to start. You had been eerily silent through the greetings, and those that chose to approach you were met with a cold shoulder and minimal replies. All on purpose, of course. You wish to plant a seed of unease within them, and so far, it’s working. There are questions unanswered, jokes unsaid, Quackity unteased. It breaks your heart, but it must be done. You look into the camera, all vulnerable and devout, as if to say: I’m doing this for you, all for you.

pack it up yandere simulator

idk whats going on but i think im into it?

villain arc villain arc villain aRC VILLAIN ARC

“Hey, guys,” Corpse’s voices rings in your headphones, and not a blink later his astronaut appears in the lobby in a cloud of smoke, “Hi, Y/n.”

More sharp, excited hellos follow after. You merely hum, though give no further reply. As Corpse strays to your side, Charlie steps in in front of him, “BDA access only. You have a permit, bitch?”

“Y/n is being quiet-she’s being quiet, guys!” Quackity helpfully informs, as if the rest failed to notice your cryptic silence, “Don’t be sad Corpse, man, Corpse don’t be-she didn’t say shit to me either.”

“Y/n has decided to not waste her breath on the SDS.” Charlie voices, “And you know what? I actually agree with her for once.”

“SD-what now?” Dream questions.

“The Small Dick Society.” Charlie explains, noting Dream’s whine of protest, “Oh no, don’t give me that shit, weren’t you bitching about not being invited and not belonging to exclusive clubs? Congratulations, you’re finally part of one.”

“Wait!” Quackity interjects, “Am I part of it too?”

“Guess, Sherlock.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Corpse says. You nod to your audience, like he just spoke the God honest truth, and follow in his example. Your tentative sip unexpectedly turns into a greedy gulp, but you’re not complaining. The only slightly coherent thought that rings in your mind is drink tasty.

“Ignore them,” Rae chimes, “Y/n’s probably plotting something and using Charlie as a cover up.”

“I’d never.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them.

“Well you sure are very quick to deny it.” You can hear her smirking, can hear the proud lilt in her voice, like she caught onto your silly little scheme, like she has you all figured out. Your eyes narrow dangerously. The night behind your window pools dark, with far away city lights glimmering before they, too, seem to dim.

Your roommate is back on your shitlist. How her name was missed among the rest.

“I’m defending my honor.” You yelp, the playfulness back in your voice along with your sunny smile, “I can’t have my wifey slandering me online. At least do it in private, geez.”

If Rae’s such a good detective, you’ll give her a good chase. Perhaps you’ve been laying it on too thick. Made her too suspicious. She can’t out you yet--not when your plans are so grand, so fun. It would be a waste.

“Why weren’t you saying anything then?” Quackity questions.

“Do I need a reason not wanting to talk to you?” You shoot back. Your friends laugh and he tries to shriek something past their cackle. You lean back into your chair, the tension from Rae’s confrontation finally easing. You wink at the camera and bring a finger to your lips. The roaches swear to secrecy, elated by your wickedness. As appropriate, they spam devil emojis and various renditions of evil hohohos and hehehes. The apple truly does not fall far from the tree. You had raised them well. You raise your glass in solidarity. A few donations fall into your pocket, easily summed up as: make them suffer.

Muting the discord call, you give a single response, “Oh, I intend to.”

i hope this doesn’t awaken something in me

^already too late for me bro

As caught up in wreaking havoc among your viewers as you are, you miss Sykkuno’s entrance, though from what you can tell, Charlie gave a stern warning to back the fuck off to him, too. He’s playing into your plan so beautifully. Truly, you couldn’t do this without him. Back to stalking the chat you go.

Your eyes flicker to the game upon Bretman’s signature drawl and “Hi, daddy.”. You have no time to get offended at Corpse’s sweet “Hi, honey” back, because the next person to join the discord call and the lobby leaves you speechless. You knew, of course, you had been informed of the line-up, but still, you had never expected yourself to be so close to Jomes Chorles himself. You make a weird gesture with your hands, half wave half excited wiggle, as if you’re telling the audience to calm down, when, in fact, it is you that needs calming.

He goes saying his hello’s like doing a public service, name by name, before, lastly, uttering, “Hi, Miss Y/n. Loooove the vids.”

He’s a roach in disguise, who could’ve known?! Your audience is so diverse and unexpected, gosh, you’d shed a tear if the mascara wasn’t so expensive.

“Hi!” You reply with a grin, and it’s genuine this time, a glimmer of your old self, “Hi, I love your videos, too. It’s like, really cool to finally meet you.”

“Oh my God, you too!” Is his enthusiastic reply, “Okay, the energy in the studio today? Love it.”

“Is this all of us?” Quackity asks.

“Sadly.” James says with a note of disappointment.

“HEY!”

“Okay, guys!” Ash chimes, “Let’s do this! Proximity Among Us, round one, go go go!”

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Luck does not shine upon you during the first round- you are stuck as Crew Mate, your life cut short by Bretman who had the audacity to bite your head off. You’re positive Ke$ha wrote her hit single Cannibal about him, and if she didn’t, she definitely had a That’s So Raven moment and predicted it. It’s also insanely suspicious as after you are eliminated he sticks real close to Corpse, feigning innocence (and this is a controversial opinion you do not endorse) better than even you. It wounds your pride, having been picked off so casually, so quickly, and now stuck a ghost you roam the halls of the dying spaceship, lost, confused, heartbroken.

Charlie runs past you, not once even glancing in your direction. “Brother...” You mutter sadly, “Do you not see me here? Do you not feel... the loss of your twin’s heartbeat...?" Damn, these mimosas really are making you emotional. You sniffle and take a sip to calm the storm within you. No rage, just sadness. You are still processing your own tragic demise.

Suddenly, a meeting is called. There’s a horrible red X on your astronaut. You are the only one dead so far, and of course the rest won’t vote out the fucker. How bitterly you sit! With your arms crossed over your chest and your glare sharp enough to cut through glass. Fuck the sad shit, now you’re just angry. At the very least, the second Impostor could’ve given you some company!

“I knew something felt off.” Charlie is first to speak.

“Who the fuck killed Y/n?” Corpse questions, and his voice ignites a whole discussion that lasts much too short. The others skip, having no suspect yet. It’s much too soon to start pointing fingers, but you still feel like they should have at least tried. Pouting, you fix yourself another drink.

“Stop drinking!?” You gasp, exasperated at your chats demands, “I’m dead! What else should I do, the tasks?! Nah, fuck that. I’m done. I’m out. Charlie better employ his fucking detective skills because if the Impostors win, I will literally quit the game--yes I will, no I’m not bullshitting, fucking watch me.”

Thankfully, Bretman was caught venting, and you didn’t have to end the stream prematurely. The second Impostor, your roommate (oh, the betrayal, Rae, how could you?!) was voted out due to Corpse’s suspicion. Victory to the Crew Mates! The game restarts and you find yourself back in the lobby.

“Miss Y/n,” Bretman says, “I am sooo sorry for killing you first, baby. It was just too easy. I couldn’t pass it up.”

Giggling, Quackity chimes, “Sister slaughtered.”

“Oh my God,” James groans, “shut up!”

“Yeah, Y/n.” Charlie speaks, and there’s an accusatory note in his calm voice, “Why the fuck did you allow yourself to be eliminated first? Real noob shit, I expected more of you.”

“HUH?!” You frown, “What’s with the victim blaming?! I literally was doing my task and Bretman snuck up on me. It’s not like I had a weapon to defend myself!”

“You have been avenged,” Corpse states, “and that’s all that matters.”

“Thank you, Corpse!” You say, “At least someone cares.”

“Hey, I helped, too!” Dream pipes up.

“No, you didn’t.” Corpse shoots him down, “I was the only one.”

“You were not--”

“Literally was. Isn’t that right, Sykkuno?”

“Uhhhh-” Sykkuno trails off, “Well, we-we all helped!” You can hear his shy smile, and you just know he’s bobbing his head up and down at this exact moment, “We all helped. Team work!”

“Team work!” The rest echo, save for yourself, Corpse, Charlie, and the two Impostors. Silence speaks more than a thousand words or whatever. You pray to any higher power willing to listen to finally assign you the role of the villain, the one you were born to do.

Sadly, higher powers must have either shitty customer service or are in need of hearing aids, and you almost scream in frustration when your astronaut appears along with the others, the bold CREW MATE title chipping away at your master plan.

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“Hey, Y/n, hey! Hey, Y/n!” Rae finds you in Cafeteria, where you, metaphorically, are eating your feelings. Not that she needs to know, of course. She sounds chipper, a bit ditsy, and that must mean she’s sufficiently tipsy. You store that information for later, and forget about it as soon as you notice Dream and Sykkuno, like her very own personal bodyguards, trailing after her, “Wanna play a game?!”

“Is this Saw?” You inquire, somewhat lazy. You’d be lying if you said the alcohol wasn’t affecting you, it’s just instead of making you bubbly, it makes you mellow. This was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to terrorize everyone and laugh as they perished by your hand, yet here you are, wallowing in self-pity. The roaches start worrying. The donation jingle chimes.

BEATINGS & SLUTATIONS yns_fishnets donated 5$ mom just wait it out & dont worry youll get your vengeance soon lead them on!!!!

Your fishnets have a point!

“Saw?--No, no, haa, no it’s a drinking game.” Dream sounds like he has had one too many rounds of this mysterious game, and naturally, you are intrigued.

“Where we drink!” Sykkuno clarifies. Right, well that explains everything! If you had any questions, you surely have none now.

“Okay, so, name a category, and you have to, like, say a word associated with it...Or something along those lines.” You hadn’t even agreed and Rae is explaining the rules already. She knows you too well. It’s both a blessing and a curse, “Can be anything! Okay, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n start!”

“Uhh--” If only your brain computed as fast as she spoke! “Song lyrics! Wait--who drinks?”

“You fail, you drink!” She hurries, “Choke me like you hate me but you love meeeeee. Syk, go, go go!”

“Uhm, ah, I don’t wanna feel like this, uh, fuck?” He laughs--it’s a raspy, embarrassed little sound, “I don’t...wanna look like this? Dream, now you!”

“Wait, we’re singing Corpse’s songs?”

“Any song!” You urge him quickly, “Hurry! Or drink!”

“She say I kill her cat like I'm Luka Magnotta--”

“Hey! That’s cheating! You can’t use my song!” Rae protest.

“That wasn’t in the rules!” He counters.

“Y/n! Time’s running out!” Sykkuno exclaims.

“Oh, uh, will-will the real Slim Shady please stand up!”

NOT EMINEM WHAT THE FUCK

MOOOM WHT THE HELL THIS ISNT 2008 T_T

“Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine--”

“All...All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better, uhh, run better run, faster...-faster than my gun?”

“Uhh, shit--fucking hell.” Dream laughs, and Rae practically screams at him to keep going, “Alright! Okay! I’m singing--uh, you’re so golden, na na na na?”

“I tell you what a woman loves most,” You chime gleefully, “it’s a man who can slap but can also stroke.”

finally, the mother mother representation we’ve all been waiting for

i aint exactly gay but i aint exactly not gay >:)

the bis won

“I steal a few breeeeaaaths from the woooorld for a minute--”

“Mitski?!” You question, eyes bulging, “Baby, who hurt you?”

Even if you can’t see her, you know she’s waving her arms around and shaking her head, “Not the point! Sykkuno!”

“Uh, I-I, uhm, I don’t--”

“Drinnnnk!” You all chorus.

“It was a good concert,” You say, “Syk, I’ll drink with you.”

“Thank you, Y/n. That’s very kind of you.” He says softly, with a smile lining his lips. You grin.

“Oh, fine. Everyone, bottoms up!” Rae decides, and no one protest. A moment of silence passes, then, “Well, GG, GG, let’s do some tasks?”

Your enthusiastic Ariana Grande-esque “yuh” is cut short by the second meeting of game two being called. The first one to go had been Ash, voted out during a bathroom break as a joke, and you still feel a bit bad about that. Now, you notice Charlie has been eliminated. A sense of righteousness fills you--while you mourn for your brother from another mother and father and family tree, you feel like this is divine punishment for slandering you before the start of this round. Karma. Nothing much is discussed, and the meeting ends shortly with everyone skipping.

You spend a good ten minutes wandering around with Dream, who’s mission appears to be convincing you to join his Minecraft server, and really, there was no need for him to try so hard. You failed to provide him with a concrete answer only because it would've been to humiliating to admit that you agreed instantly upon hearing the word Minecraft.

That’s when things get fucking weird. Another meeting is called whilst you’re in the middle of fixing lights, and once the board with the members appears you audibly gasp. There had been 8 living, breathing astronauts rushing around the map, and now only 4 remain. You, Corpse, James, and Alex.

“What the fuck--what the fuck?!” You screech alarmed, noting Dream being among the perished crew, “I was just with Dream fixing the lights, I was just with him, what the fuck--”

“Okay, no one panic.” James says, “Let’s figure this out. Okay? Okay. Who else is close to Electrical?”

“I’m at Nav.” Quackity says.

“I’m at Cafeteria, but Y/n--” Corpse starts, “kinda weird that Dream died when you were with him?”

“I didn’t fucking kill him, I swear to God, Corpse, why are you accusing me?”

“Don’t be so defensive.” He says smoothly, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. We all have a reason to be sus, no? Considering you were right with him.”

“...It is suspicious.” James agrees, and a part of you dies inside. You understand their hesitance to trust you, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating!

“Guys, I didn’t kill him, I swear. He invited me to play Minecraft, I wouldn’t do that to him, not after that!”

Corpse merely hums, and it brings no comfort what’s so ever. The situation is spiraling, and not in your favor. Trying to salvage your chances at freedom, you try again, “Wh-James, James, you called the meeting, right?”

“Yeah, I found Rae’s body near Medical.”

“So I couldn’t have killed her and Dream at the same time!” You latch onto that piece of information, hoping it will save you.

“You could’ve vented.” Corpse points out, “Plus, there’s no telling how old the body is.”

“Killing five fucking people? It’s the work of one person, or else the game would have already ended. As it stands, I am no way sober enough to think all of this out.”

A brief silence hangs in the air; your lungs constrict from tension, from spilling words so hotly. You grasp your glass, as if for emphasis, and take a shy sip. It taste sweet, a bit too sweet for your liking. Must be your nerves. You drink again to wash the taste out of your mouth, which, surprisingly, doesn’t work. You whine a little, stomping your feet like a child about to throw a temper tantrum.

“...I believe her.” Quackity says. You breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Alex, thank youuuuuu!” You gush, batting your lashes as if he could somehow see you and that would somehow portray your innocence, “I knew I liked you for a reason!”

He mutes his mic, his spill of words lost to your ears, but chat helpfully informs that he’s screaming because you don’t hate him.

y/n out here collecting men like pokemon cards

Now all that’s left is to convince the others. You start with the one you know will work, “Corpse,” You address him in your sweetest voice.

“Y/n,” James warns, “don’t you dare--”

“Baby, I didn’t kill anyone, I’m crew mate, you gotta believe me.”

“She's innocent.” Corpse declare, thoroughly convinced.

“Oh my fucking God, you fucking simp!” James laughs, “She’s obviously manipulating you!”

“No, no, she isn’t. She’s innocent, I agree with Quackity. Now, it’s either you or him.”

“Could be you for all we know!” Alex accuses.

“Guys, time’s running out.” You mutter fretfully, noting the seconds tick by from white to red.

“I’m voting Alex.” Corpse says.

“What?! Fucking traitor! Fine, I’m voting for you.” Alex hisses.

“Ugh, hate agreeing with Quackity, but I’m also voting Corpse. Sorry, hon, nothing personal.” James says. The VOTED icons pop up beside their characters and you panic, pressing your mouse idly but it’s too late, there wasn’t enough time, and you cry as Corpse is thrown into lava. The chat spams F, and it feels like salt on a fresh wound.

In a second you’re back in Cafeteria, shell-shocked and trembling, and Quackity cusses because the Impostor is still among you. His frustration doesn’t last long as you watch in horror as Jams Chortles, beauty guru supreme, murders the only other crew mate in cold blood and all you can do is gape and let his cheerful laughter fill your ears. The screen bleeds red, informing of Impostor victory, the second one being Ash. Looks like you voted her off for the right reason, but little difference did it make.

“Corpse!” You yell past the cacophony of voices, all in varying forms of excitement or anger, beelining for his in-game figure, “Corpse, I’m so sorry, I panicked, I tried pressing the button but I wasn’t quick enough--”

“It’s alright, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He’s so calming, so gentle, you might burst into tears again. What did you do to deserve him? You wish he was with you so you could smother him in a hug. Alas, all you can do now is say “I kith you, mwah!” and rush to the other side of the lobby, as if to hide from such a bold display of affection, even if it was a joke (it wasn’t).

yall say corpse simps for y/n but the reality is y/n simps for corpse harder

queen stop its embarrassing

bhaddies can simp!! i wouldnt but its her choice <3

More deliberations, commentary, and short breaks. Once everyone has returned, the countdown starts. You’re still reeling from the chaos of emotions, the five stages of grief you experienced in 1 second upon Corpse’s unjust demise, that it takes you a moment, a single heartbeat to realize what you’re seeing on screen.

The letters IMPOSTOR hang above your astronaut, with Dream standing just behind you as your newly appointed partner in crime. And suddenly, all the sadness and the tenderness and sympathy vanish with a curt exhale. You slowly turn your head to the chat, muting the Discord call, your soft chuckle of disbelief turning into a full blown laugh.

it’s happening!!!!

omg omg omg omg

VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC

You slap your palm over your lips, trying to contain your wicked smile, to tone down your broken giggles, “N-No, I can’t laugh yet,” shaking your head softly, you look into the camera, “they’re all going to die.”

pack it up light yagami

this has awoken something in me.

^ same

The crew mates go their own ways, rushing to do their tasks like the diligent little workers they are. How adorable. Their grim fate is still miles away from them. The shit you’ll pull will be for the history books. Much like your outfit, which you picked keeping in mind your newfound thirst for blood, you had devised your plan of action with care and consideration. You had been mulling it over all day, drawing on paper like the absolute madwoman you are; hell, you even made sticky notes on who to go for first and what to say. Sure, being moderately drunk hinders your memory slightly (an understatement of the century), but you got a feel for what you’re going to do. It’s nothing short of evil.

Dream and you don’t exchange words, you merely nod at him-- which he, of course, can’t see-- but your criminal bond enables telepathic communication. You can hear his thoughts, ones that strangely sound like drink drink, drink drink. And really, who are you to refuse such an enticing offer?! As he fucks off to stalk his victims, or play pretend, you take a sip. The cocktail is still sweet, but this time it’s not the icky sweet you had tasted prior. You glance at your sticky notes, ones the roaches can’t see, and nearly spill your drink for the second time today as you jerk.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, shoving your headphones off and spinning in your chair. You hastily stand up, wobble -- the world is pleasantly funny right about now -- and giggle. Stepping past the mountains of abandoned clothes and pillows and blankets and anime plushies, you maneuver your way to your bedside table and yank it open, nearly taking out the whole drawer with you. In the mess of old diaries and bad drawings, pencils, jewelry, and stickers, you fish out something you should not be wielding in your inebriated state.

It’s a knife.

In midst of teenage angst you had ordered it off of Amazon with your mom’s credit card, all the while whining that it’s not a phase, mom, and it’s what all of my cool kid friends with fried hair have, and don’t you want me to fit in, don’t you want your daughter to be happy?! You think it’s about that time, the time of too much uneven eyeliner and black eye shadow, that she took to calling you little raccoon. Trash rabbit was your personal favorite, but she used it sparingly. When you presented your Macy’s outfit, holding up a fucking butterfly knife, to your dad, asking if it was a look, he glanced up from some boring business magazine all boring business dads read and said, with a bright smile might you add, “It’s a something!”.

Oh, how it gleams in the lilac light. You used to do tricks with it, back in eight grade maybe, and--what the fuck? Why did you parents allow you to buy it in the first place? Well, because you’re the only child, the only one important, of course they got it for you and clapped enthusiastically at your performances, because why wouldn’t they? The whining they’d face otherwise would’ve been harder to endure than a whole dance number to Panic! At The Disco’s greatest hits. Broadway looked so fucking shabby in comparison. Your mom said so, so it must be true.

Stumbling back to your extremely confused viewers, you take your seat, feeling a bit more grounded now that you’re not standing on your platform shoes anymore. Putting on your headphones, you grin at the chat that starts swimming, and not from too much drinking either. You do a quick flick of your wrist, one that thankfully doesn’t end in injury, and the sharp tip of the exposed knife points upwards, glimmering. It’s a rainbow colored one, because one, it’s pretty, and two, you weren’t hardcore enough for the jet-black or straight up military ones the other emo kids had. Cute and dangerous, just like you.

So you just sit there, holding it up, looking somewhat sly as the roaches capture this momentous moment with screen-caps. Someone definitely clipped you trudging past the obstacle course to obtain a weapon of mass destruction. You must be already trending on Twitter, though you can’t exactly log on and confirm your suspicions. You just feel like you might be, like you should be, because your audience wouldn’t let this slide. Thankfully, your friends don’t have time to check social media, or you’d be outed in an instant.

“Y/n?” Your roommates voice booms from your headphones, and you perk up with a stupid realization that you completely forgot about Among Us. Stuck at the start, at the lobby where Dream had left you, you see her astronaut waddling to you, “What are you doing here? Wait--Have you not moved from the beginning?” She can barely finish the sentence without giggling.

You grin, “I was looking for something.”

Your voice is soft, too calm for your usual frantic spill. You gently set the knife down, hand coming to rest on your mouse, fingers idly, slowly, bouncing on the buttons.

“...What were you looking for?” She’s none the wiser, the numerous drinks consumed tonight numbing her sharp mind. She would have noticed. Your eerie composure would’ve given it away in a heartbeat, or at least hinted at something being objectively wrong. But she sounds curious. Poor girl, hasn’t she heard? Curiosity killed the cat.

“A knife.”

“A knife?!” There’s something about her tone that implies a mental clicking, the puzzle pieces falling together, “You have a knife?!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

You think it would only be appropriate that the random sequence of killing animations renders the backstabbing one. You grin, biting your lower lip with a quiet snicker.

i love women

if evil bad...why seggy?

You take your time leaving her there -- in true serial-killer-to-be fashion, you stick around for a bit longer, admiring your handiwork, or more like the chat singing your praises. You joined today with the intent of making an interesting stream. You have no doubt in your mind that now it will be legendary.

You move down the hallway, and you let your imagination wander: you can almost feel the stuffy air of your helmet, can almost hear your loud footsteps echoing in all this hush, can almost see your reflection in the spotless tile floor. It’s not long before your second victim makes an appearance, running circles in Cafeteria. You hear his voice first before you see him, recognizing Alex by his unhinged screech of “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!”

“And what’s got you so excited?” How cool and collected you are, gosh, you barely contain the quiver of excitement that threatens to slip out.

“Y/n!” He exclaims, rushing to your side like a lost puppy--he’s really making this easy for you, he’s not even trying, “You just missed--Oh my fucking God, you just missed James, he-he called me tall, he called me fucking tall! Let’s go, let’s gooooo!”

“Well, you are tall, aren’t you?” You chime sweetly, almost as sweet as the drink that lingers on the tip of your tongue, “Real 6′3 energy, no?”

“Yes, yes, exactly! You get it, you fucking get it--” Once again, his mic goes mute, and you glance at the chat for help.

hard to transcribe what hes saying but hes taking shots and yelling that he loves you good job mom

hey, queen! girl, you have done it again, constantly raising the bar for us all and doing it flawlessly

mom plz dont kill alex hes too cute hes all uwu rn

Oh, how you’re about to break his poor little heart. If you had any good left in you, you’d spare him. You don’t, and you’re not taking requests at the moment, so all you do is smile at your chat and they know. They just do. Hive-mind shit, you’re all two-faced little fuckers.

You giggle, and it sounds a tad fake, “You’re so weird, Alex,” You start, and he’s back in the call, a sound of confusion echoing in your ears, “but I get it, you know. You’re weird. You’re a weirdo. You don’t fit it, and you don’t want to fit in. I mean, really, has anyone even seen you without your stupid hat?”

“...Do--” He sputters, bellowing a laugh, “Do you have that whole fucking monologue memorized?!”

“Is it because you’re bald?”

“I’m not fucking bald!” His giddiness is quickly replaced by anger.

You hum, pretend to think, lastly barking a “Liar.” before you kill him. His scream is cut off, leaving only deafening silence at it’s wake. Unlike with Rae, you don’t stick around. You didn’t appreciate how little he enjoyed your recital.

You run into James near Navigation, most likely on his way to Cafeteria. He ends his song mid-note, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Finally! Someone! I’ve been looking all over, where the hell is everyone?” You question, blocking his way, lest he accidentally stumbles onto the crime scene and easily pins it on you. You’re not done yet.

“Honestly? No clue. I’m searching for them myself, like, everyone’s scattered. I hope no one died.”

You smile. You tried not to, but you can’t contain it, “Me, too.” You echo the sentiment, urging him to join you, and he does. Too trusting. Everyone in this game is too fucking trusting. You lead him back to Nav, feigning that you have a task here. As you pretend to move the spaceship, you can’t help but ask, “Hey, James?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

A beat of silence passes, “Oh no, fuck that, I don’t like this at all.” He states, about to spin on his heel and bolt like he should do, but you’re quicker-- killer instincts and all-- and he’s dead before he makes it out the doorway.

“See, after your No More Lies video, I figured you’d only tell the truth.” Yes, this is the part of the anime where the villain monologues, only the hero in this case is an astronaut cut in half, and not exactly alive to listen to you. You hope James’ ghost sticks around, “Case in point, why the fuck did you tell Quackity he’s tall?” You eye the chat, which’s mostly spamming W and comparing you to Ryo from Devilman Crybaby. “Such a shame...” You murmur, pressing the REPORT button.

“What?! How are so many people dead?!” Ash gasps, her kind voice tinted with fear and confusion. Your three kills, like military stars on an uniform of a distinguished officer, are displayed on the board. Dream appears to be slacking, having yet to take a life.

“Someone’s been real fucking busy.” Charlie observes. It’s true, you have been.

“I found James in Nav, but holy shit--” You begin, exasperated, “--what the fuck, guys, how did we miss this shit? Where is everyone?”

“I’m at Electrical.” Corpse voices.

“And I’m with Corpse.” One sentence is all it takes to figure out your next target: Bretman. Revenge for being killed first in the first goddamn round, and for spending so much time with your boyfriend.

Eep!!! Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend!!! The word even makes you forget your thirst for blood, that’s how whipped you are. Sadly, it’s time to return to reality, to this grave situation.

“And what have the two of you been conspiring?” You keep your tone level, but that alone is enough to set everyone off. The unease you had planted within them before the game started is starting to bloom. However, if they suspect you, they don’t speak up, not yet.

“Fishnets, mostly.” Corpse says.

only partly a lie he was mostly talking abt u queen <3

corpse simping for y/n is the sweetest thing ever

the times corpse used y/ns name when talking abt y/n: 1. the times he used baby or my baby: infinite

“I’m wearing them right nyoooow.” Bretman drawls.

You hum, “What a coincidence. I am, too.”

“Wait--For real?” That seems to catch Corpse’s attention, because of course it does, you picked them with him in mind, after all.

“No peeping.” You tsk, obviously referring to his tendency to hop onto your stream unprompted. Whether he actually listens to your demands is beyond you, “Peeping means cheating.”

“For the love of fuck all, can we get back to the three dead bodies, please? Because I’m about to have a second coming of Christ moment and taste my consumed, digested beer for the second time.” Charlie interjects.

“I mean, anyone have any ideas who’d do this?” Dream takes hold of the conversation. Quiet, disappointed nos greet him. They have nothing to go on, no clues, not even a subliminal message. With everyone scattered, there is no way of locating the actual bodies and drawing a long red trail leading back to you.

You’re too good at lying, and Dream is too good of a publicist. People tend to trust his judgement, which is his main asset (besides his calm demeanor of course). When the Among Us gods chose you as Impostor, they made sure you had every advantage.

“Who-Who do you think it is, Dream?” Ash questions, “I trust you. I do. Just know that.”

“No fucking clue.”

“Y/n?” She tries again.

“Same. I’m a bit worried, though.”

“Let’s, uhhh, let’s skip?” Sykkuno offers. The consensus is to start voting at six. Your new mission is to make sure you dwindle the numbers down drastically before that can happen. You have no qualms about sacrificing Dream in order to meet your goals, either. Absolutely cold blooded.

Back at Cafeteria, there are words exchanged about Quackity’s body just laying there, forgotten. Blame is shifted: how come we didn’t notice sooner? Where’s Rae? And you mindlessly go along with their mourning, not really paying attention. Dream leaves with Charlie and Sykkuno, Corpse requests you stay with him and you sprout fake apologies. Not his time yet. Us girls need to stick together!, you sing, following after Ashley and getting further and further away from him, going deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of the spaceship.

You find yourself in Security with her, her cute astronaut pressed to the cameras, watching the live feed, “Let’s lurk here, okay? Maybe we’ll see something.” If only she saw who was standing behind her.

“Who do you think is the Impostor?” You ask, standing in the doorway, “Or, more like, who are the Impostors?”

“Honestly?” She ends her word with a little sigh, “I think it might be Corpse and Bretman. I haven’t seen them at all this game.”

You smile, raising your brows, tilting your heard, and you sound so kind, like a dear old friend about to deliver a tender message, “...Have you seen me?”

“SHIT!”

Too late. In one smooth motion she joins the afterlife. You cut the lights, venting mindlessly till you spot Corpse and Bretman panicking in Weapons. Your existence is still a mystery to them.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck--” Corpse mumbles, “Bretman, don’t you dare fucking kill me right now.”

“I’m not Impostor!”

“Okay, I’ll drink to that.”

They rush out of Weapons, most likely on their way to Electrical, and you trail after them like the Grim Reaper itself, biding your time till you can deliver the killing blow.

“Corpse?!” You call out, mild panic ringing in your voice, “Is that you?”

“Shit, Y/n? Where are you?” He questions. Crew vision is so sad, so small, how can he not see you standing almost right next to him? “Where’s Ash?”

“I dunno,” You say, “when the lights went out I ran. Please don’t kill me.”

“I’d never do that, baby.”

Too easy. They’re all too fucking easy. You bite your lower lip, trying to stop the laugh bubbling in your chest, to stop the lightheaded dizziness that overcomes you with a rush of excitement.

“Thanks, pretty boy.” You mutter, and it sounds a bit lower than you intended, a bit darker, something sinister lurking underneath cotton candy words. It instantly clicks in Bretman and he makes a noise, something like a whine, and you see him backing away, “I know I can always trust you.”

Whether Corpse notices the odd shift in tone, he doesn’t show it, “I like it when you call me that.” Is all he says, and you hear the smile in his voice, the appreciation. The trek to Electrical is all but forgotten. You slowly make your way to Bretman, “Where are you? Come here.”

“Just a minute,” You say cheerily, “I just need to kill Bret first.”

“Holy shit.”

“N-” Your victim’s sentence is cut off in a second, and you can’t contain your manic cackle this time, because the screen bleeds red, the words VICTORY splattered on it, depicting yours and Dream’s sneaky astronauts. You’re still laughing as the voices of your fallen friends ring in your ears.

“Y/n, what the fuck, you’re an actual monster.” Dream says, but there’s no actual weight behind his words, each syllable punctured with a laugh.

“I knew the second she asked me about my favorite scary movie that I’d get the chop.” James states.

“Wait, Y/n, did you kill everyone?” Corpse questions.

“She fucking did!” Dream answers for you, “I got Charlie and Sykkuno, and barely at that. What the fuck.”

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this.” You admit, giggling, raising you glass, “I toast to you, Dream. My perfect partner in crime.”

“I didn’t really do shit, but cheers.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh, “Y/n, Y/n, you don’t actually think I’m weird, right? Right?”

“No, she does.” James chimes.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO TO YOU, DUDE?!”

More commotion, more noise, and you just sit there, buzzed, snickering, reading the chat as the rest agree to play another round. You thank the people who donated that you had accidentally missed among the, you know, murder, reply to a few questions, bow dramatically to the many praises and invisible flowers you receive for such beautiful assassin work. When you look back at the screen, you throw your head back with a maniacal laugh.

Impostor again, only this time it’s with Charlie. Family bonds are often restored when united under a common goal. You’re so happy. So happy. You weren’t done terrorizing your friends yet.

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Project V

Pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You ask Bucky a favor of a lifetime.

Word Count: 4,233

Warnings: SMUT hehehe

A/N: This was supposed to be short but I enjoyed writing their banter wayyyy too much. And oh, this isn’t a friend to lovers trope lol and I have no plans for a second part to this. It is what is is for these two ;)

Edit: Will be doing ficlets for this AU every once in a while! Check out the first one linked below!

Project V Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

“You want me to what?”

Your best friend, Bucky choked on his own spit upon hearing your question. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he stared at you in disbelief, you didn’t even know his eyes could get that big.

The sun was high up in the sky, it was barely noon and the two of you were simply walking into the campus when you asked him such favor. Bucky almost wondered whether you were drunk to even think of that.

“You want me to what?” Bucky repeated when you didn’t say anything, his elbow nudging your side as the two of you continued to walk along the pavement.

Letting out a sigh, you shrugged and repeated your favor with utter nonchalance.

“I want you to take my v-card. You know, my virginity?” You said, annoyed that he couldn’t seem to comprehend your simple request.

Bucky stopped in his tracks and tugged your shirt, pulling you back when you didn’t stop walking. His face was the epitome of confusion with his forehead creased, brows furrowed and lips open agape.

“Is there no other way for you to say that without making me cringe?” He asked.

Rolling your eyes, you groaned. “What did you want me to say? ‘Bucky, deflower me with your magic stick’?” You said sarcastically.

Bucky gagged at your words and shuddered. “But why? Why the fuck would you even consider that?” He asked. He simply couldn’t understand why.

You continued walking ahead and slowed down your pace until Bucky decided to catch up. “We’re graduating from college in less than a year and I’ve heard you boast about your bedroom skills. I don’t wanna leave college without getting fucked, Bucky. And since I’m still single and probably will be for the next few months, I put two and two and voila!”

Bucky snickered, “You gotta be kidding me.” He said.

“Why? Scared that I might find out that your dick ain’t working well?” You teased, narrowing your eyes at Bucky.

He snorted, “Umm excuse me, this dick is the best dick that you’ll ever have. I just don’t want to ruin other guys for you.” He boasted, shrugging his shoulders.

“Then do me the favor.” You said, as a matter-of-factly.

Bucky turned to you with a smirk, the kind that made any girl on the receiving end, bend down on their knees for him. You were going to admit it, that look made your insides churn. In a good way.

“Oh, I’ll do you alright. When do you want it to happen?” He finally asked.

You stopped walking again and fist pumped in victory. “Friday night. At your dorm. And please, don’t make it weird with romantic gestures. I just wanna get fucked real good.”

“Well, if that’s the case then it’s a deal. Let’s shake on it to make it official.” Bucky said.

The two of you did your signature high-five to seal the deal.

You knocked on Bucky’s room and let out a sigh when it took him quite a while to open it. Although it was going to be your first time, you weren’t really nervous about it. Besides, you trusted Bucky and if there’s any guy you won’t regret having sex with, it would be him.

There were a few noises from inside that made you roll your eyes. The door finally opened, revealing a flustered Bucky with an awkward smile plastered on his face.

“The fuck took you so long?” You huffed out and stepped inside, surprised at how neat his dorm looked like.

His roommate Steve had always been organized but seeing Bucky’s side of the room all neat? It was a sigh to behold. You looked at your best friend with a stoic look, “Why’d you clean?”

Bucky closed the door and locked it, running his fingers through his hair as he shrugged. “I just wanted to.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Fine, I cleaned. I didn’t want you to think I’m disgusting.” he reasoned out.

You stared at him pointedly, “I don’t care about that shit, I’m just here to get fucked. Besides, I’m used to your mess. I said don’t make it weird, jesus.”

Bucky groaned, “You asking me to fuck you is weird in its entirety. How can I not make things weird?!” He complained.

You sat on his bed and unzipped your jacket, revealing a bottle of tequila hidden beneath. “This is how we make things not weird.”

Two shots later and Bucky was finally loosening up to the idea of being the one to take your virginity. He prepared for this to be honest, forced asked Steve to stay over at Peggy’s for the weekend and worked out immediately right after formalizing the deal.

“Do we have rules?” He asked.

“We’ll stay best friends after this. No weird feelings or whatever.” You told him to which he nodded in agreement.

“And just please do your best to make my first time good.” You whined.

Bucky craned his neck and stretched out his arms, “Alright, okay. I got this.” He said. “You ready?” He asked you.

You inhaled and let out a long breath, “Yeah, okay let’s do this.”

Bucky started by leaning in, placing a hand on your neck as he did so. You were ready for a kiss but he immediately stopped before you could even close your eyes.

“Do you know how—“

“I’ve made out with guys, Bucky. Jesus christ, I’m not that inexperienced.” You explained before looking at Bucky expectantly, urging him to continue.

“Should we drink again?” he proposed, obviously still feeling awkward.

“Fuck no, I don’t wanna do this drunk. I want to remember my first time, idiot. Can you just...” you groaned. “Just kiss me?” you asked, well, more like commanded.

Bucky apologized before deciding to just go for it. Snaking his hand back to your neck, he leaned in and kisses your lips. He started off slow and gentle, trying to get a feel of how you liked to be kissed. Bucky was definitely weirded out for kissing you, his best friend that he had known since first grade. Surprisingly, you were good at kissing, like really really good and this spurred Bucky to level up by taking your lower lip in between his teeth.

A small whine escaped your parted lips, allowing Bucky to slide his tongue into your mouth. You let out another whimper when you felt his tongue on yours, your hands falling onto Bucky’s thighs for leverage.

Just as when the kiss was starting to get heated, Bucky pulled away slightly before gazing down at your chest.

“Can I touch your boob?” He asked breathlessly.

And there goes the momentum.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You sound like a fucking virgin. And that’s coming from me, an actual virgin.” You said with disappointment.

“I’m sorry! It’s just... it’s not that I find you unattractive. You’re my best friend and I just don’t want to disrespect you!” He reasoned out.

As much as you wanted to get annoyed, you found Bucky really sweet for considering that. But good god, you’ve been wanting to get fucked and respect was the last thing on your mind right now.

“By all means, Bucky...please disrespect me and fuck me because my pussy’s been wet since this morning and I’m about to explode if you still don’t do anything.” You said exasperatedly.

Your vulgar words were all that Bucky needed because as soon you were done complaining, he wasted no time to grab your face to kiss you. This time, it was all teeth and tongue and you weren’t complaining. This was the kind of performance that you were expecting from Bucky and finally he was giving it to you.

One of his hands moved to cradle your head while his other slide down to your waist, moving you to straddle his lap as he sat on his bed. You let out a soft squeal when you felt the tent in his pants rub against your crotch, causing you to grab onto Bucky’s wide shoulders.

“Fuck, you’re already hard.” You panted against Bucky’s lips.

“Yeah well, I just realized you aren’t wearing a bra.” He responded before fisting the hem of your shirt, bunching it up until you lifted your arms up so he could remove it.

Bucky wasted no time to bend forward, taking a nipple into his mouth making you moan out loud.

“Hoooly fuck, Bucky. That feels so good.” You pant, pushing your breasts forward as you thread your fingers into Bucky’s hair.

Your body trembled from pleasure as Bucky continued to lap at your breast, his hand coming up to palm the other before tweaking your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. Unknowingly, you started rutting your hips against Bucky’s crotch, seeking friction to relieve the growing throb in your core.

Bucky lifted you up off from him and laid you down on his bed as he left kisses from your neck down to the valley of your breasts until he reached your stomach. He unzipped your shorts and pulled it down together with your soaked underwear, groaning at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Fuuuccckkk...” he rasped out, nipping the insides of your thighs as he pressed them down with his palms, opening you up to him.

“Have you ever been eaten out?” He asked, nudging his nose onto the skin of your bikini line.

You swallowed hard and shook your head, chest heaving as you anticipated for Bucky’s next move. “No.” You answered breathily and threw an arm over your eyes.

“Hold tight.” It was the last thing your brain was able to comprehend because Bucky immediately licked your entrance up until he reached your clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue making your toes curl.

“Ohhhh my god...” you moaned, your back involuntarily arching from the bed.

You felt Bucky’s lips curl into a smirk against your sensitive folds, almost wanting to smack his head for his cockiness. But then again, this was the reason why you wanted your first time to be with him. You’ve heard your friends share stories about how their first time went and majority ended up being either a huge let down or downright scary. You didn’t want your first time story to be like theirs so it was only right for you to ask Bucky a favor of a lifetime.

And so far, you weren’t regretting it one bit. Well, save maybe for what could happen afterwards. Whether this would affect your friendship with Bucky but right now, all you could focus on was how his tongue was skillfully fucking your cunt.

Your eyes popped open when you felt a finger prod at your entrance, your hand quickly grabbing Bucky’s wrist to stop him from further pushing a finger in.

“Wait, I’ve never been fingered.” You admitted, bringing your body up and leaning back against your elbows.

Bucky looked up at you and the scene was straight out of those female POV porn you’ve watched. His hair was sticking up in different directions, face in between your legs and his lips glistening with your juices. Your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the sight.

“You mean you never tried fingering yourself?” He asked, turning his head to press an open-mouthed kiss onto your thigh.

You shook your head, “I tried but it kinda hurts?” You told him meekly.

Bucky grinned before crawling up your body until his face was inches away from yours. He pressed a soft kiss on your lips. “Lay back.” He said, voice rough and low, leaving goosebumps in your wake.

Following Bucky’s order, you lay down on his bed and relax as he positioned himself on his side. He began kissing your ear, sucking your lobe as his hand went down to your pussy, spreading your lips open.

“Just relax, okay? Can’t fuck you with my cock just yet, gotta make sure you can take it.” He whispered into your ear.

Bucky started rubbing your pussy, spreading your wetness around before slowly pushing a finger in. You winced in pain, grabbing Bucky’s wrist to slow him down.

“You can take it, just relax.” He coaxed and you nodded, turning your head to kiss him.

Bucky returned the kiss, helping take your mind off of the way he was pushing in his finger until he was knuckle-deep into your pussy. There was a slight sting but bearable enough for you to let him continue with his movements. You felt his finger slide out and then back in with ease, the pain slowly transforming into a different kind of pleasure as he went on. Next thing you know, your hips were already moving to meet Bucky’s finger.

“Gonna add in another one, okay?” He breathed into your lips before biting your lower lip.

“Ow, ow, ow!” You cried out and slapped Bucky’s hand away from your pussy when he tried to insert another finger without even slowing down.

“The fuck, Bucky! Slow down, sweet jesus...” you snapped, frowning when Bucky responded with a chuckle.

“Sorry! I’m losing my patience here, I want to finger fuck you so bad.” He admitted, whispering another apology against your lips.

You relaxed and let Bucky rub your pussy again, gathering your wetness and pushing a finger in. A few more pumps and he carefully inserted another finger, swallowing the whimpers coming out of your mouth.

You stiffened a bit, biting your lip as you tried to ignore the stretch that you were feeling. “You good?” Bucky asked, waiting for you to nod before fully pushing his fingers in.

His movements were slow and careful then, helping you adjust to the stretch of having two of his fingers pump in and out of your pussy. Soon enough, you were moaning against Bucky’s lips as he increased the pace of his fingers. You could hear how wet you were and you never really thought it was possible for you to be this soaked. All the times you touched yourself, you got pretty wet...but not this wet. When Bucky said that he fingered like a god, you laughed at his face but now, fuck. He really wasn’t lying about it.

“Fuck, so tight. Can’t wait to slide my cock into your pussy.” He grunted and moved on top of you, pulling his fingers out making you whine.

He sucked his fingers while maintaining eye contact, making you blush timidly at the lewdness of his action. But god, you were so right for giving Bucky the honor of fucking you because his fingers alone brought you so much pleasure. What more if he actually started to fuck you?

“Gotta fuck you now. I’m so hard I feel like I’m about to bust a nut anytime now.” Bucky said, sitting up to remove his shirt, followed by his jeans.

He was in the process of unzipping his jeans when he suddenly stopped and looked at you, sprawled on the bed looking utterly fucked when he hasn’t even been inside you yet.

“Will you still suck my dick after I make you cum?” He asked hopefully.

You laughed out loud at his question, “You look so worried right now.” You teased. “But yes, fine. I’ll suck your cock later.” You reassured before sitting up to help him remove his pants.

Bucky then slid his boxers off, revealing his cock that you may or may not have seen in the past. It was an accident though and you didn’t meant to barge into his dorm while he was dressing up. You gotta admit, your best friend was blessed with a huge dick. And now said dick, will be the first one to enter your virgin pussy.

“Like what you see?” Bucky teased when he caught you staring as he put on a condom.

You smirked, “Actually I do.”

Bucky licked his lips as he laid on top of you, supporting his weight using his forearms as he positioned himself in between your legs. You kept your eyes on him the entire time, nodding and lifting your head up a bit to press a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Okay, I think I’m ready.” You whispered.

Bucky nodded too and nuzzled his face into your neck, “You sure?” He asked again.

You hummed, “Good luck and don’t fuck it up.”

Bucky lifted his head and looked at you incredulously, “Did you just...”

“Quote RuPaul before having sex for the first time? Yeah, I did.” You quickly answered.

Bucky scrutinized you, “You planned that didn’t you?”

You made a face, “Maybe.” You said, before the both of you broke into huge smiles.

Bucky laughed before kissing you again, “I fucking knew it.” He said before his face turned serious. “Ready?” he asked.

You nodded your head again, taking in deep breath as Bucky reached down to rub his cock against your pussy, making you whine. Kissing you again, Bucky lined up his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in until you gasped out in pain.

“You wanna keep going?” He asked worriedly, seeing your frown.

You closed your eyes and nodded, “Yeah. Just...just do it slowly.” You said.

Your hands went to grip Bucky’s back, nails digging into his skin as he pushed and pushed, until he was balls deep inside you. The pain wasn’t that bad, but it did feel like you were being torn apart. The veins in Bucky’s neck started to bulge out from the way he was holding himself back.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Squeezing me so good, I think I’m gonna cum if I move.” He grunted, nosing the skin beneath your ear.

“Please don’t make this embarrassing for both of us.” You said. “You can move now.” You added.

Bucky slid all the way out, leaving the tip inside of you before pushing back in slowly. You let out a moan, both from pain and pleasure. His thrusts started off slow, helping you adjust to his girth and gauging your reaction.

One particular high-pitched moan gave it away. It was at that moment that the pain turned into nothing but pleasure and a few more languid thrusts later, you were chanting Bucky’s name and begging for him to go faster.

You felt so full and you simply couldn’t explain how good it felt getting fucked like this. Bucky kept on whispering praises into your ear, spurring you on as he thrusted in and out of you. The bed started to creak, the headboard hitting the wall as Bucky quickened the pace of his thrusts. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning his name as you felt your abdomen tighten. You could feel it coming, an impending orgasm that you’ve only been imagining. Not even your fingers rubbing your clit made you feel this way, like there was electricity running through your veins.

“Bucky, fuck...I think...” you panted, hands sliding down to grab his ass, pulling him further to you.

“Can feel it, can feel you pulsating around my cock.” Bucky panted.

Your body stilled, toes curling and vision blurring when Bucky thrusted into you at a certain angle. Just like that, you let go and moaned out loud as Bucky continued to fuck an orgasm out of you. Biting onto his shoulder, you rode out the remaining waves of your climax before laying your head back onto the pillow, watching Bucky as he followed after you, spilling his seed into the condom after a few more thrusts.

“Holy fucking shit...” he breathed out, letting his body fall onto yours.

There was a moment of silence as the both of you recovered, your pants echoing in the room. Bucky was the first to move, sliding his softening cock out of you and sitting up as he removed the condom. He went into his bathroom and disposed of it before walking back to the bed with a wet wash cloth in his hand.

“Are you still going to suck my dick?” Bucky broke the silence as he casually cleaned you up.

You lifted your head up, “Are you still hard?”

Bucky shrugged, “I can be if you want me to be.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow.” you simply responded.

“So, how did I do?” Bucky asked, continuing to clean you up in between your legs.

You bled a bit, but not to the point of staining his sheets thank god. When you didn’t respond, Bucky worried that you might have regretted this but instead, he found you grinning up at the ceiling like an idiot.

“The fuck you looking like that?” He asked, unable to hold back the smile tugging at his lips.

You laughed and closed your legs, wincing a bit at the soreness but quickly recovering. “I can’t believe we just had sex.” You said.

Bucky set aside the towel and laid back next to you, “I certainly hope I did not fuck that up.” He said.

You turned to your side and smiled at Bucky, “You didn’t. Thanks, Buck.”

There didn’t seem to be any tension nor awkwardness between the both of you after. It was pretty normal actually. After taking a bath, you both decided to order pizza for late dinner. More conversations took place until you both fell asleep on the same bed.

A series of knocks stirred you and Bucky awake. He was spooning you when you woke up, his arm wrapped around your waist while his face was pressed on the back of your neck. You thought you were dreaming but the knocks continued and a familiar chorus of voices made you and Bucky sit up in panic.

“James, honey? It’s your mom. Open up!”

You and Bucky looked at each other, “Why the fuck is your mom here?!” You whispered and frantically searched for your clothes.

You slept in one of Bucky’s shirts and a pair of panties and for some reason, you couldn’t find your clothes from last night. Bucky frantically ran around the dorm, grabbing your bag and throwing it under Steve’s bed.

“I don’t know why she’s here! She didn’t text me!” He whispered, checking his phone for any unread messages.

“James, come on now. We want to visit Y/N too so we can all have breakfast together.”

You knew that voice all too well, it was your mom’s! Bucky’s eyes widened when he heard you mom’s voice. He just took away her daughter’s virginity last night, how the hell was he going to look at her in the eyes after that?

Bucky grabbed your arm and pushed you into the bathroom, warning you to stay quiet. You were about to protest but Bucky quickly slammed the door shut. Pressing an ear against it, you listened as Bucky hurried over to the front door, opening it.

“Mom!” You heard him say before greeting your mom.

“Sweetie, did you just wake up? You look like a mess.” His mom said.

“What are you guys doing here?” Bucky asked nervously.

There were a few movements that were too near the bathroom, you almost readied yourself for a grand reveal. Fortunately, Bucky seemed to have blocked the bathroom and tried to distract his mom.

“Well, we thought of surprising you and Y/N. We missed you both. Go get dressed so we can pick her up from her dorm.” You heard your mom say.

“Ohhh I uhh...why don’t you both head out first and I can go pick her up? We’ll just meet you both somewhere.” Bucky suggested.

“Oh sweetie, I wanted to surprise my daughter at her dorm.” Your mom said.

Fuck. You were so fucked. Your mom’s gonna find out that you’re no longer a virgin and that it was Bucky who took it. The same guy she entrusted you to upon moving out for college.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t tell her we’ll be meeting you. She’s uhh...I think she might have slept over at a friend’s actually. To do a project. So she might not be at her dorm. I’ll just pick her up.” Bucky quickly explained.

Sleepover at a friend’s? That wasn’t entirely a lie. The project? Well, the task of giving up your v-card could be considered a project. So no, Bucky wasn’t lying to your mom at all.

Silence. A few more shuffling and movements here and there. You heard the front door creak. Finally.

“Oh alright, James. We’ll go ahead. Meet us at the new breakfast place two blocks away from the university, okay?” His mom said.

You heaved out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll be there.” Bucky said and from the sounds of it, he seemed to be pushing both your moms out of his room.

“Make sure to pick Y/N up. I know she tends to skip out on our breakfast dates. Make sure that she’ll come, James.” Your mom warned.

True enough, you tended to bail out on your mom’s breakfast dates. Not because you don’t miss her, but because it was too early! You’ve turned her down a couple of times now so you knew what she meant. But Bucky, god. He just had to make everything into a double entendre.

And without shame, he looked into your mom’s eyes and offered her a charming grin as if he wasn’t balls deep inside her virgin daughter last night.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she does. I’ll make her come.”

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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Christmas Gram

▸ Jaemin x reader ▸ 1,876k words ▸ Fluff only ▸ No warnings, but this is inspired by his mini drama and his character is close to Han Daegang hehehe ▸ Requested and part of B’s giving back event, Ho Ho Ho?! See anon request message at the end of this drabble.

"Christmas Gram

Wherein your secret Santa will give you gifts depending on what’s demanded during the week. For our first week, you are required to give the person you got something fragile, the second week will be a stress reliever may it be a stress ball or whatever comes to your mind, and lastly something that will last forever.

Please leave the gifts on top of the desk of the person you got. Secretly. I repeat, secretly. Don’t ruin the fun."

Everyone acknowledged what your homeroom teacher just explained. Besides Valentine gram, everyone always looks forward to Christmas gram. The gifts given during Christmas gram are very special, but that depends on who got you. If you’re lucky you can get something even better than a tissue paper when the Christmas gram demands something soft. If that person who got you really cares for you, the gifts will be unique. But in your case, you never had a unique gift. It’s your senior year and you’re not keeping your hopes up.

Week 1: Something fragile

“Hey Y/n, are you excited for this year’s Christmas gram?” Yeji smirks while fixing her bag.

You rolled your eyes at her because she knew you got her for this year’s Christmas gram. “There’s no thrill with getting your best friend for Christmas Gram, I give you gifts since we were little” you whine and hand her your gift with a smile.

Usually, you get your gifts in the morning but this time, the day is almost ending and you haven’t had yours. Everyone else is either happy or whining about what they received for week one. Maybe you got really unlucky this year. “What did you get for something fragile?” You asked your seatmate, Jaemin, the school’s number one snob. But you can’t relate to that because you’re the only person who can talk to him.

“A saucer,” he says, pointing at the saucer on his table. “I can give it to my mom” he added.

The fact that he thought about his mom made you smile, but you feel bad for him for getting a freaking saucer for the first week of Christmas Gram. Even bad boys deserve a meaningful gift during Christmas gram. You weren’t that close, but he was nice to you. One time, when you were having a hard time editing something he came out of nowhere and helped you out, and you think he has the sweetest smile in this school, it was something you’ve never seen before and you wish he smiles more often.

“How about you?”

“I think he or she forgot to leave the gift. It’s alright though, Christmas Gram is about giving, and Yeji is happy with my gift to her” He nods and puts on his usual poker face again.

Four days after the start of week one, s parcel is sitting on your table with a note that says, ‘Sorry. The delivery took a while. Here’s something fragile for you, I hope you keep it beside your bed so you can look into something nice before you close your eyes every night’

Your secret someone didn’t even bother wrapping it nicely but the note is sweet. 'fragile' it says on the sticker. You made sure to open it with care and carefully remove it from the box. The moment the glitters hit the natural sunlight, it illuminates around the room and the fragile thing that you’re holding is illuminating beautifully which made you smile from ear to ear. You shake and shake the snow globe and watch the glitters float around inside. Fragile indeed, you thought. Definitely for safekeeping.

Week 2: Stress reliever

You were looking at Jaemin’s long eyelashes while he was fidgeting with his expensive camera. Completely spaced out and your mind is just thinking how the other students hate him for being who he is. If only others could set aside Jamin’s bad boy image, they will see how handsome this boy is-

“I can hear your thoughts. You think I’m handsome” he blurted out and brought you back to reality. He was just teasing you though and gave you a small candy cane. “Put it in your hot chocolate tonight if you’re into that,” he says then goes back to fidgeting with his camera.

For the second week, your gift got delayed again. This time you didn’t feel bad even just for a second, maybe your secret Sant will give it to you tomorrow. Who knows? The first gift was awesome.

Three days after the start of week two, you haven’t received any gift yet. And you know it’s not right to get sad about it, but you can't help it. Not to mention your studies and a lot of school activities are kicking your butt lately. You really needed that stress reliever.

“I had a stress ball for week two. You didn’t ask me what I got so I figured I tell you, what did you get?” Jaemin’s face looks unbothered. If you don’t know him well enough you will think that he doesn’t care but he does.

“I got nothing, and I’m done waiting,” you said a bit annoyed.

“Are you free after school then?” It was a bold move you thought. For starters, you’re not actually friends you’re just nice to each other. But maybe it’s time to change that, so you said ‘yes’ you’re free. He brought you to an animal cafe near your school where you can play with the dogs while having coffee, tea, or cakes. It was all smiles because of the cute puppies the whole afternoon and seeing Jaemin smile the whole time is such a sight to see. He doesn’t look like the Jaemin you see at school, this Jaemin is different. Which made you think, ‘what am I doing here with Jaemin?’

“Do you want to have a puppy?” He asked while giving the dog on his lap a tummy rub.

“Of course but my family doesn’t have time to go adopt or buy one so....”

“Ohh. Okay just asking”

The day ended with an awkward goodbye hug with Jaemin but it's the least you can do after he took out your stress and worries. You wore the smile that Jaemin gave you until you sleep oh so soundly that night.

The next day, you woke up happily on a beautiful weekend with no school works but a whole day of family Christmas decorating. When you went downstairs, you saw your family gathered in the living room gushing over something. “I think your boyfriend gave you a gift” your mom teased you.

“What boyfriend?” Then you saw a cute puppy on a box that your mom is carrying carefully with a smile. She was heading towards you to give it to you and there’s only one person you could think of right now. Jaemin. Your heart was so happy as you stretch your arms and reach for the puppy. It was an unexplainable feeling that you just screeching out of happiness, and express with a good amount of OMGs over and over again.

“He left it this morning, stayed outside the house until someone is awake. I think he didn’t want to leave the door on the doorstep”

Week 3: Something that will last forever

The week before Christmas break is finally here, and every student is excited to get their last gift and finally meet their ‘secret santa’. Rules are they have to hand you their final gift however they want, which makes everything even more nerve-wracking. And for your secret santa? You have a strong feeling that its Jaemin, you just don’t want to burst his bubble.

“Hey” you smiled from ear to ear as you greet Jaemin before the first period starts. You saw a green box inside his backpack just peeking while he gets his books then you pretend you didn’t see anything. “the puppy last weekend uhm-“

“You were stressed and besides I didn’t want to go to the cafe alone” he smiles innocently like he didn’t just gave you something that will change your life, “I hope you take care of it though and I hope that the puppy will relieve all your stress until you go to college” and just like that, after that short conversation he’s back to being quiet again.

The day went on and you watch your schoolmates receive different kinds of gifts from unexpected people, which made you smile all throughout the day. But you… you expected Jaemin to give you the gift before the day ends but he still hasn't. Until classes are done and everyone is bidding goodbye and carrying their gifts except you. Maybe Jaemin got shy? So you did what you do best, just shrug it off and wait.

While you were waiting for your mom to finish cooking dinner, you were scanning through places that you want to go over the Christmas break. There's ice skating, a carnival downtown, and- “You have a visitor” your mom knocks at your door and told you that someone is waiting for you outside. “He won't get in unless he meets you outside. Invite him for dinner” your mom added.

“He?” you murmured. You put on your jacket and head towards the door and you see Jaemin wearing a sweater with his hands inside his pockets. No gift, you thought. “Hey what are you doing here?”

“Hi uhm,” he scratched the back of his nape before he continues.

“I know you got me for Christmas Gram. And if you’re here because you don’t know what to give me, it’s totally okay Jaemin. You’re a great guy and the puppy is enough, don’t worry” you smiled sweetly and tried to comfort him.

“What no- I got Jeno. I just wanted to give you gifts because you said it’s the season of giving, and uhm… I don’t want to waste this opportunity. I see you get disappointed with your secret Santa, so I gave you the gifts. It's just my way of entering into your life” he smiled awkwardly and chuckled.

You giggled and feel the butterflies in your stomach, “that’s cheating” you said with a smile and came closer to him like you’re inviting him to come closer to you too.

“Yeah but you’re worth it,” he said, looking at your lips then to your eyes. “Did they make you happy?”

“Mhmm” Inch by inch your bodies come close and the next thing you know Jaemin is holding you by the waist, “what’s your last gift then?”

“Me” It was a quiet moment but you get what he’s telling you, “if we do this right then we can last forever. But if not, then at least we tried, right?”

“Yes, I totally agree. But right now, you’re about to meet my whole family because my mom invited you to dinner” you teased him and you watch him froze, “you’ll be fine. Everyone likes you because you gave us a puppy” you offer your hand which he happily grabbed and you welcomed him to your home. And that night is the start of a sweet love story between you and Jaemin.

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Dear Anon, thank you so much for requesting this! I’m not much of a fluff writer but I hope this gives justice to your request. Also, I made it almost Christmas day hihi.

story time: During our Christmas party (2018) my friends surprised me with a puppy and I was so happy that I kept on saying “oh my gosh” almost thirty times hahahah The dog that was given to me became a stress reliever not just for me but for my mom also. My mother loved her so much that she brings the dog to her work and carry her with pride. hahahah

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ceoofuwu · 3 years

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𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄... 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐂𝐄 ;; 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘹𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝟏.𝟓𝐤

𝐀/𝐍: Happy (belated) Birthday Shoto!!! as you can probably tell, this is a special scenario for this soft boi's bday (heck how could I not) so... please, enjoy!

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: obviously, you couldn't just sit and watch your precious boyfriend's birthday go by, just like every typical, boring day... he might not mind much but, with the help of a close companion, you manage to steal one or two smiles from his eternally unbending lips...

𝐓.𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

«You think this would be enough?»

«Definitely. Knowing him, it would be way more than enough».

«Right. Thanks Natsuo, I’m eternally grateful…!»

«No worries. I’m always here for you, little one».

His last words sent a sweet smile on your lips as you heard the characteristic beeping sound of the phone hanging up.

You snatched your jacket from the coat rack beside you and hurried outside, heading to the Todoroki Abode. Your home wasn’t particularly far from there so… it wouldn’t be such a drag to go on foot.

Besides, you’d have time to muse over the details for today’s surprise.

Shoto was generally indifferent to every day, no matter how special it was. He liked to keep things neutral and routine above all, which meant that he wasn’t particularly touched by any occasion that belonged out of the ordinary. However, his birthday was what you’d call… an exception to the rule.

Okay, no exaggerations, there wasn’t any radical change in his attitude but, he seemed a little more… upbeat? That day, it was easier to steal soft chuckles or short-lived laughs off his lips, more common to witness him cracking a cutely awkward smile, to have his heart warm up, engulfed by your welcoming presence.

That is the very reason why you had decided to consult your so-called aniki – which was none other than Shoto’s own big brother – about any potential ideas to make this unique day even more amazing.

God, you felt so blessed to have such a kind-hearted boy to watch over and help you.

Like so, you had arranged to pick up Shoto from his house and then head out for a supposed walk. Oh, how you were looking forward to seeing his reaction upon meeting with the real surprise…

You were probably too lost in your thoughts as the image of an all too familiar traditional house flushed before your eyes, sending your heart race inside your chest. Anticipation shaking your body, your feet suddenly picked up the pace, breaths coming and going irregularly, everything around you turning into a blur.

In a matter of mere seconds, you were standing in the doorstep your boyfriend’s home, the door opening before you even had the time to ring the bell.

«You’re a little late».

Cerulean and pewter glowed before you, a thin layer of empathy lacing them, the phenomenal mix making you feel giddy, filling your mind with fuzzy clouds.

«I know, I’m sorry… I came on foot…» you explained, your head ducked just slightly but sufficiently enough for you to avoid his intense, curiosity-filled stare.

«But we were supposed to walk together…?»

You giggled, getting a hold of his hand and dragging him outside, «…I guess I needed a warm-up…»

A smirk played about his lips, as his arm slithered around your waist, «We’d better get going then…» his eyes snapped to yours again, with a hint of mischief this time, «…before you get cold».

He made sure to close the door and then you set off, without him having the tiniest clue about the upshot of your relaxing stroll…

«Haven’t we got too far?» Shoto asked, head continuously turning from the right to the left in alert.

«Well… that’s the point…» you said with a playful smirk, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him along, your once relaxing walk, now being turned into an impetuous dash.

Naturally, the poor boy didn’t know what to expect. Were you planning to run away with him? Maybe do something more… satanic? In all honesty, he had every right to feel clueless towards your intentions.

Until you finally ground to a halt.

«An ice… rink?» he questioned, making sure he was not hallucinating.

«Hey, not just any ice rink! This opened…» you held your chin, then your index rose and your eyes sparkled as if in a light bulb moment, «…like a couple of days go…!»

«I don’t remember it being here before, indeed…»

«So… wanna go inside? Have a go?»

«Is that what our “walk” was about?» he asked, feeling that he had finally collect the missing pieces of the puzzle.

«Well… I wanted to surprise you… for your birthday… and Natsuo told me that ice skating would be fun…» you confessed, gaze down, cheeks slightly dusted with a light shade of red.

Shoto chuckled.

«I don’t see why we shouldn’t enter…» he said, acting rather indifferent, while he was practically performing a whole choreography inside his head at the joy that he was overridden with.

«What are we waiting for, then?» you nearly shouted, roughly dragging him along, and inside the ice rink.

Shoto looked natural, as if he was meant to be on ice. Both him and his skates moved fluidly. There was not one jerky movement. For what it’s worth, he had flatly refused to wear skates in the beginning, claiming he was better off without them, as the use of his quirk while in a battle would have him ice skate basically barefoot. You could understand what he meant by witnessing just a scope of his abilities. He balanced himself so easily; like he truly was an expert. He held his arms out at just below shoulder level. His head was forward, his knees were bent slightly. He continued to have his body loose throughout the entire time.

You on the other hand, had decided to stay outside and watch… at least for the moment. There were times he held out his hand, urging you to join him and resembling a graceful swan, moving naturally. Soon after, he would continue to glide across the ice cold rink with ease. To you, he was a winner in his own game; and watching him was enough.

«Hey, you brought us here, no fair staying out of it» he pointed out having just come in the rail without you noticing, lost in your trance as you were.

«… I suck at ice skating, Shoto…»

«I’ll be by your side. Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall…» he assured, motioning with his head to the rink, «…I got you».

«You promise?»

«I promise».

His stern, mesmerizing look was enough for you to be convinced and go fetch some ice skates. There wasn’t another person in the entire world you could trust as much as him.

When you were done putting them on, you slowly entered the rink, clutching your boyfriend’s hand the entire time.

«The trick is to feel comfortable in your skates. Don’t think too much about falling unless you wish to end up doing so, okay?»

«Got it» you breathed, holding the rail beside you as if it was your life line. Little by little, you walked around the edge of the rink while holding onto the wall and struggling to keep your legs as steady as possible, trying to get used to the friction of the ice.

«You’re doing great, Y/n…»

A smile made its way to your full lips, «… it’s not as hard as I thought…» you realized, feeling your legs stabilizing more by the second.

When you first step foot in the ice rink you felt frightened. But now, with Shoto, who was practically beaming at your progress, you were beginning to feel more dynamic and… confident in your abilities.

Then, you worked up some courage and in one fell swoop had abandoned the safety of the wall. After pushing from your anchor, you felt free as a bird, holding your arms out and smiling.

To both your surprise, you were balancing almost perfectly on the icy floor. Shoto took a “step” back from you carefully, wanting to test how far you could go.

Your arms were flapping around like an airplane propeller, eliciting several chuckles from your “instructor”.

Taking a deep breath, you started moving and glided forward for a short distance. You lengthened your left and right leg, alternating your strides. Subsequently, you took longer and long strokes, one foot after the other. Gradually, you were balancing on either foot, making the sport look easy.

«I can’t believe it!» you shouted, excitement rushing in your veins.

«I can…» two strong arms were suddenly wrapped around your waist, cautiously bringing you closer to half-cold, half-hot body. Without allowing you to contemplate any more on what should be your next move, Shoto twirled you, bringing your façade against his, his dazed orbs hypnotizing you as you harmonically glided across the rink.

«Did I mention how awesome this surprise was?»

«Happy Birthday, Shoto» you said, folding your arms around his stiff neck savoring the conviviality of his presence and the elation of the moment.

It was worth it after all... aniki*...

*in case you're not aware/are new here: aniki means big brother in Japanese hehehe 💕

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inseongsfoxybae · 3 years

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I want you forever

Pairing: Boyfriend Youngbin + Female reader; established relationship

Genre: Smut + Fluff

Warnings: Unprotected sex (reader's on birth control), heavy make out, handjob, blowjob, a pinch of dirty talk, cockwarming

Words: +1,9k

Author’s message: Hey, foxies! The expected second chapter of Good Morning Series is finally out. I really loved writing this fic and it ended up getting hotter than I previously had planned hehehe. Hope you enjoy it! Foxy kisses 😘

- @jsnyoung and @lost-inthedream, I guess you waited too long for this 🤭

P.S: As english is not my mother language, it may contain misspelled. Also, sorry for any other mistakes :)

Synopsis: A lazy second round in the morning turns into something much bigger than just had sex with your boyfriend.

**The bold sentences are prompts I found on Pinterest. Credits to the owners.

It was late in the morning when you felt soft lips brushing against the bare skin of your back. You were sleeping on your stomach as always, so your boyfriend had the perfect access to please you with his mouth. Your naked bodies were a memory from the rough sex that you and Youngbin had last night.

You slowly open your eyes smiling sweetly at the warm feeling his kisses leave into your body, one of his arms around your waist caressing your soft flesh. Youngbin roams all the extension of your back - from lower to upper - making you squirm and shiver, while he gets closer and closer to you.

"Good morning, love", Youngbin murmurs when he realizes you are awake. "Morning", you whispered back still groggy from sleepiness. He smiles and presses a couple of pecks in the back of your neck as little gasps slip from your mouth. “That’s so good”, you sigh leaning in on the sensation of his kisses in your bare skin. “I’m sure it’s not as good as you”, he whispers in your ear before kissing it.

You finally turn to him and feel a slight pain between your legs, but ignore it, and collect Youngbin's lips for a tender kiss. “Sleep well?”, you mumble very close to his face. “I always do when I sleep by your side”, he says and takes your lips for another sweet kiss.

“Baby...”, he breathes into your mouth as you simply hum. “... I have to say sorry. I was too rough last night. I guess you’re sore, right?”, he pulls away to look into your eyes. “Just a little bit, we don’t have to worry about it. And you don’t need to be sorry, baby. I actually loved our night”, you confess smiling and place a small peck on the tip of his nose, making him giggle.

You snuggle closer to him and hide your face in the crook of his neck, one of your hands slides through his hair, the other one runs through his chest and stomach. You love moments like this, with just the two of you and your bodies pressed together as one. Your fingertips outline his tattoos, coming and going in slow movements, he's so warm and soft under your digits.

Your mouth start its work on his neck too, kissing there sweetly, innocently, as he sighs and shivers slightly. “I love you so much, Y/N”, he whispers kissing your forehead. “I love you too, Binnie. More that I can express”, you mumble against his shoulder and he smiles. “Your love is as perfect as you. I wouldn’t ask much more of my life, you’re enough just the way you are”, he says in your ear and you melt into his body, snuggling closer to him.

Words can’t say how happy you are with him by your side, so you increase the intensity of your caresses on his skin, lingering longer with every single touch. Your lips find the sweet spots on his neck as your hand goes lower and lower through his abdomen, reaching his hips. Why am I feeling so horny all of a sudden?, you think to yourself, but just continue your assaults on Youngbin. After all, he is your man.

Youngbin’s breath starts to get stuck in his throat, his heart beating fast. “You’re turning me on, babygirl”, he groans with grinded teeth. “That’s what I want, baby. You took care of me so well last night. Let me make you feel good now”, you say biting a little portion of his neck as he grows. Youngbin gives in your teasings and grabs your hand moving it to his hardening member, making you squeeze it slowly. You wrap your hand around his length and start to palm him, your name being moaned into the lit room.

“Y/N… yeah, right there…”, he groans into your hair as you pick up the pace. You reach for his face to kiss him hungrily while he moans into your mouth, the sweet sounds that scape from his lips are music for your ears. When you feel he's going too far into the pleasure, you stop your motions, move to between his legs and swallow him whole, immediately sliding his dick in and out your mouth.

Youngbin grabs the sheets desperately, trying not to thrust hard against you, his now uncontrollable moans flying into the air. "Babe...", he calls you, his cock twitching in your mouth as your suck him mercilessly, "I'm close". You look up at him and see his eyes shut closed, his bottom lip being abused by his teeth, his beautiful face contorting with pleasure - the pleasure that only you can give to him.

Your mouth lets go of his member and your hands immediately assume the control again, palming him as fast as you can. And then he comes hard all over your breasts and stomach, your name falling from his lips as a hymn, his legs shaking uncontrollably under you. You lean in to collect his lips in a passionate kiss, before crawl off the bed to clean yourself in the bathroom.

Then, you realize how wet you are and, although the slight soreness between your legs, you still want him inside you. You come back to your bed and see Youngbin recovering his breath. “I want cuddles”, he looks at you and opens his inviting arms. Your heart melt with his cuteness, but you are too horny to just give in. “Can you spoon me instead?”, you ask sweetly but with second thoughts running trough your mind. Youngbin smiles and nods as you lay yourself against his chest, molding your bodies perfectly.

Let’s see how much “accidental” booty wiggling it takes to get him hard, you mumble inside your head as you snuggle closer to him, pressing your hips against his. He seems not to care about it at the beginning, but when your teasings start to get more frequently and shameless, you can feel his cock waking up again. “Baby, what are you doing?”, he groans into your hair. You just smile and reach for his head to move it to your neck, where his turned on being starts to kiss heatly as little gasps leave your mouth.

Both of you continue your assaults on each other’s bodies, moaning your names deliciously. “Youngbin…”, you call and he only hums, “... Bite my neck and press your hips into me”, you say through panted breaths. “Fuck me slowly”, you whimper and reach out for his hand grabbing your waist. Youngbin doesn’t waste more time to grant your wish and slide his hard member inside you slowly, thrusting carefully when he remembered you are sore.

Your short moans fill the room as he stifles his hidden in the crook of your full of love bites' neck. The overwhelming sensation of him taking you from behind and his hot breath on your skin is making you see stars already, your whines for him becoming louder when you beg him to go faster and deeper into you, as he complies.

Youngbin now stretches you at the perfect angle, touching all the right places, the pressure inside you getting stronger as you clench around him harder. He bites your neck again in a failed attempt to stop his own moans, but the pleasure is too much for both of you to handle.

"Bin, I'm close", you cry out when he hits your g-spot multiple times. "Me too", he groans into your ear, his member twitching inside you, picking up a faster pace. You scream his name in an unbelievable bliss as your orgasm explodes through your pussy, your whole body shaking with pleasure. Youngbin continues his deep thrusts into you, moaning a loud "I'M COMING" before reaching his climax as well, filling you completely.

The two of you are sweaty, breathless and disheveled, but your faces have the brightest smiles and your bodies are perfectly tangled, his softened member struggling to keep inside you just the way you both like to be after sex. Youngbin tries to pull you even closer to him, his mouth trailing sweet kisses along your shoulders and neck before nuzzling his nose into your hair.

You keep like this for a couple of minutes, smiling like two silly lovey doveys, sharing warmth and the same heartbeat. He gently pulls out of you and turns you to him to kiss you tenderly and have his deserved cuddles. You simply sigh into his body, feeling happy and blessed for having such a wonderful boyfriend.

You look up at him and find his cute smiling eyes staring fondly at you, making your heart melt as you smile back. "I love you, Binnie... So much", you mumble pressing your noses together. "I love you more", he whispers against your lips and kiss you softly.

"Y/N", he calls you when he broke the kiss and you meet his eyes. "I want this every day", he pauses a little to organize his thoughts. "I want to wake up by your side every morning and fuck you before sleep every night", he says and you let a soft laugh escape. "I want you every day, in every moment, in every part of the house", he smiles at you and finally completes. "I think it's time for us to move in together, huh?", he stares at you a little serious now.

You blink sometimes before understanding what he just spoke. You can't believe that, after three years dating, Youngbin is finally ready to share a home with you. "Ar-are you sure?", you ask and he nods. "Really?", you insist and he whispers a little "really". "Do you know this is almost a proposal, right?", you tease playfully, but his answer is serious: "I know".

"I want you, Y/N. Every day, in every ways, in everywhere, forever", he looks deep into your eyes and you feel like time has stopped. You reach for his cheek and glance at his mouth, whispering a soft "okay" as response. Youngbin closes the distance between your lips and kisses you passionately, deeply, purely, like there's no tomorrow.

"When you go to your place later, pack your bags and come back to me immediately", he murmurs against your lips. "I can't live another minute without you", he kisses you hungrily and lays you on your back, moving to the top of you. His skin is all over yours and you can't say which parts belong to him or to you anymore.

You're weak under his body, melted beneath his fingertips that roam through your frame, lost in the trance his tongue traces along your flesh. You're his, only his, completely his. He's the love of your life and you don't doubt it anymore. You'll go to your place tonight, will pack your things and move in with your man. Later, you'll get married and will start a family together. You want this, you need this and you'll have this.

"Youngbin", you moan his name while he kisses your ear and neck. He doesn't respond, but you know he's listening the littlest noise you're able to make. "I want you. Now. Forever", you finally say and feel his smile against your soft skin. Neither of you need more words in this moment, just the two of you and all your love for each other.

Youngbin takes you once again in this morning, now more passionate than never, and you don't feel any pain or discomfort, just your man wanting you, needing you, loving you.

#sf9 imagines #sf9 smut #sf9 youngbin #kpop imagines #good morning series

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missmorosis · 3 years

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Day at the Carnival

hi yall~ this is a request from my love @urmomoness omg DUDE I LOVE YOU

I’m so so so sorry this took like a week to do, it was honestly so so weird- I’m gross at flirting and honestly I hate how this turned out IM SO SORRY

also hehe excited for this fic exchange thingy we set up 😌

urmomoness asked:

okay from the prompt thing in your masterlist

hear me out hear me out

sokka x reader,,,, #1 & #11 from the fluff stuff

#1: “Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

#11: “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

This is suuchhhhh a cute combo and I feel like I didn’t do it any justice AHHHH!! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!

Pairing: Sokka x reader (my fav pairing omg)

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 1k!

Summary: Sokka and the reader spend a day at the carnival together!

*Set sometime in the future where covid is over!! Stay safe everyone!

Y/N was tired of staying home all the time. When quarantine ended, the first thing she wanted to do was something fun and social, so when she saw an Instagram post for a carnival later that week, she knew that she had to go. She called a “family meeting,” and everyone met in the middle of the living room, waiting for what Y/N had to say. Katara and Sokka made their way over to the couch, plopping down with some snacks in their hands, whereas Aang, Toph, and Zuko sat down onto the carpeted floor.

“OKAY. So, y’all know how we haven’t done anything outside our home for a while, right?” Everyone nodded. “Guess what I found.” She eagerly whipped out her phone and scrolled to the carnival advertisement post.

“It can be something fun for us to do together! Please?” She looked at everyone. “Go with me?”

“Only if you hold my hand,” Sokka wiggled his eyebrows at her, causing her to roll her eyes.

“Sure, it’ll be fun!” Katara and Aang began scheduling it onto their phones’ calendars, and Zuko nodded, signaling his approval.

“Why not?” Toph shrugged. Y/N clapped her hands in excitement. They were going to the carnival!

✧･ﾟ: *✧

Everyone stood outside the bustling carnival, unsure where to start. Sokka grabbed Y/N’s hand instantly and gravitated towards the food, dragging Y/N along. Aang and Zuko headed to the Hall of Mirrors, whereas Toph and Katara dispersed from the group to take funny photos of each other in the photo booth.

“Ooh, funnel cakes! Y/N look! Cotton candy!” Sokka jumped at the sight of all of the food the carnival offered. “Hot dogs!” Sokka grabbed two hot dogs, handing one to Y/N. “Sorry, I guess you only need the sausage, since you already got them buns.” He winked, and Y/N groaned. “I’m just joking!” He put his hands up in surrender, and Y/N slapped his arm in response.

By the end of a short 10-minute walk, Sokka and Y/N were full of sweet carnival treats, and Sokka’s eyes lit up once again as soon as he saw the carnival games.

“I need to get you a teddy bear!” He eagerly pulled her arm, making her laugh. “Come on!” He led her to a bright red and yellow booth. “Ring toss!”

“You know those things are rigged, right? There’s no way you’re going to win.” She rolled her eyes, but Sokka shook his head.

“What kind of carnival date would this be if the boyfriend didn’t get the girlfriend the classic carnival teddy bear?” He gave her a goofy grin as he walked up to the man running the ring toss game.

“One try please.” He spoke in that “Wang Fire” voice that Y/N always found hilarious, and this time was no exception. She giggled as he tried his best to toss the ring onto one of the pins. Squinting in focus, Sokka threw as accurately as he could, and surprisingly, it landed smack onto the middle pin. Y/N’s mouth swung open. Sokka gave her a quick “I told you I could do it” look before turning back to the man.

“Congratulations, choose your prize!” The man gestured to the rows of prizes, and Sokka picked out a blue teddy bear. He grabbed it in his hands and handed it to her.

“See, you were wrooong,” he sang in a sing-song voice, smiling. “What are you gonna name it?” His face lit up. “OH OH, NAME IT SOKKA JR.”

“No way.” She shook her head, laughing.

“Please? I got it for you,” he pouted.

“Nope. I’m naming it… Katara Jr.” He gasped, offended.

“KATARA JR?!? Come on, I’m at least better than Katara,” he argued.

“Are you sure about that?” She grinned at his insulted facial expression.

She would never tell him, but she knew that Sokka Jr. was the perfect name. She would treasure it forever.

✧･ﾟ: *✧

The sun was now setting in the sky, the sky darkening with streaks of pink and orange. It was the perfect setting to end the day. Everyone was full, happy, and ready to get back home, but they agreed to get one Ferris wheel ride together.

“One ticket per person, please.” The woman running the Ferris wheel held her hand out to collect the tickets.

Looking to Y/N, Sokka turned and whispered, “You don’t need a ticket to ride me!” Y/N ignored him and instead placed two tickets in the lady’s palm; one for her and one for Sokka. The woman let them in, and the two sat down in the Ferris wheel basket. They slowly moved up, and they heard the rest of their friends (except for Toph, who stayed behind) get into the basket behind them. They went higher and higher, watching the sunset together.

“You know, this is really beautiful. And I’m not talking about the sunset.” His voice broke the silence, loud enough for Y/N to hear, but not enough for the others to know what he was saying.

“Are- are you flirting with me?” She looked at him.

“You finally noticed?” Sokka kept his eyes trained on Y/N’s face, making Y/N blush. She had noticed, but she didn’t make much of it at the time. Here, it felt… different.

“Can… can I kiss you?”

“I’ve been waiting all day.” He gently leaned in to give her a soft kiss on the lips, and Y/N ate it up. As soon as he let go, she leaned in once again, longing for another kiss, and Sokka of course accepted. Behind them, someone groaned. Y/N whipped her head back to see Aang, Katara, and Zuko watching them. Y/N buried her hands in her sleeves out of embarrassment, but Sokka brought her back out, his finger pulling out her chin.

“Who cares?” He kissed her again, and again, laughing against her lips.

✧･ﾟ: *✧

After they got home, Y/N plopped onto the bed, her body sighing at the cold sheets beneath her. She carefully set Sokka Jr. next to her and kissed the teddy bear goodnight before heading off to bed herself.

She had a great time at the carnival.

hello and welcome to today’s edition of i hate it i hate it i hate it! :D

N E WAYS i hope you enjoyed (somewhat) annndd ILY!!

surprisingly i have a tag list now!! send an ask to join! taglist: @zuko-is-the-sun @urmomoness hehehe i love you guys :)

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#sokka x reader #sokka x you #sokka x y/n #sokka imagine #sokka #atla #atla imagine #atla x you #atla x y/n #atla x reader #sokka x yn

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ohkiyo · 4 years

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characters: Kuroo Tetsuro and younger sister reader.

warnings: none

word count: 1.3k

a/n: wrote this back in 2017 and decided to just post it now, because why not? hahaha. Also, I’ve have this recent obsession of making reader the hq boys’ younger sibling, I just found the concept adorable. I might write a few more in the future hehehe.

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“This is so tiring, can’t we just take a day off from practice or something?” Kenma complained, pulling his shirt over his head as he changed into his uniform, hearing this Kuroo chuckled.

“You’re hopeless; we just had a day off two days ago”

“Yeah, but that was too short” the pudding head grumbled, from his position beside him, Yaku just let out a sigh, no matter what he does, Kenma always finds things really tiring and bothersome. Yaku doesn’t even know why he joined volleyball in the first place, if he doesn’t like physical workout that much.

The sound of a phone ringing broke the silence coating the room as Kuroo opened his bag and grabbed the said device, answering the call without even looking at the caller I.D.

“Hello?”

“Hello? Tetsurou? Where are you?” He heard his mother’s voice from the other line, the muffled sound of people talking, and some yelling in the background.

“I’m at school right now mom, what’s wrong?” taking a seat on the bench, holding his phone between his head and shoulder as he bent down to tie his shoelace.

“I’m really sorry to interrupt you, but can you please pick up (Y/n)-chan from school? I’m still at the hospital, there was an emergency and I might be going home a bit late than usual”

As if on cue, he could hear the sound of gurneys passing by his mom.

“That’s alright, no problem, I can go pick her up”

“Thank you so much Tetsurou, I’ll buy you two cake later when I go home” once again, he heard her talking to someone else on the other line, before going back to him.“Alright, I have to go now, stay safe you two, bye”

“We will, bye” pressing the end button, Kuroo stood up, grabbing his bag and placing it inside his locker, before turning to look at Yaku.

“I’ll be picking up (Y/n) from school for a few minutes, if the coach is looking for me please tell him, alright?”

The libero wordlessly nodded his head, neatly folding his school uniform. “Cool thanks”

Kuroo walked out of the locker room, greeting the other members that were slowly starting to arrive, but stopped, and turned to look over his shoulder “Kenma, wanna come?”

Looking up from his game, Kenma just shrugs his shoulders before standing up and walking over to his friend.

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“(Y/n)-chan, your brother is here to pick you up” looking up from the storybook you were reading, you nodded your head. Returning the book back to the shelf, then grabbing your bag and walking over to your teacher, holding her hand before the two of you start walking to where Kuroo and Kenma were waiting by the gates.

Seeing your brother, your face lit up, letting go of your teacher’s hand and running over to him, screaming out excitedly. “Nii-chan!”

Kuroo chuckled, picking you up, giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Hello chibi”

“Kenma-nii hello” you waved at your brother’s friend who gave you a small smile and a wave in return, pocketing his PSP as he took your bag and carried it himself.

“We’ll be going now sensei, thank you” the teacher nodded her head, waving your group goodbye as you made your way back to Nekoma High.

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Opening the gym's double doors, both Kuroo and Kenma gave a greeting to everyone that was already inside, shutting the door behind them. Seeing the little girl their captain was carrying, the rest of the team walk over to them wanting to say hello. It wasn’t the first time they saw you, they’ve seen you a lot of times already, in their games or when they would come over at your house for a study session, but they could never get enough of just how cute you were.

“(Y/n)’s here” gently placing you down so you could interact with them, Kuroo stepped to the side, watching his teammates coo at his sister’s cuteness. Her small figure disappears among the tall body of his teammates as they crowd around you, offering you sweets and other snacks they brought with them.

“Oh, we have a visitor” hearing Nekomata-sensei’s voice, Kuroo walked over to him.

“Sorry sensei, our mother is busy at the moment”

Nekomata let out a hearty laugh. “No need to apologise, (Y/n)-chan’s welcome to watch us practice” then he walked off towards Coach Manabu to discuss the plans for this afternoon’s practice.

Kuroo turned to look where his sister was, and saw you walking over to their direction with Yaku holding your hand.

“(Y/n), stay here with sensei and coach, alright?” Kuroo led you to the bench where Coach Nekomata and Coach Manabu were sitting, still talking to each other.

“Okay!” He walked towards his teammates then started doing some stretches. With you watching silently from the sideline.

Once they were done with their warm-ups, they group themselves evenly and started a practice match against each other. From your place on the bench, you watch in amazement, your eyes following how they would jump, toss and spike the ball. Even though you had seen your brother practice in your backyard everyday, you always found it fun to watch him play.

You even told him once that you’re going to become a volleyball player like him when you grow up, a decision your brother wholeheartedly agreed on. He was so excited at the fact that you, his precious little sister, share the same love for the sport, that he started teaching you the basics the moment your mother deemed you were old enough.

“Watch out!” you snap out of your reverie at the sound of one of the players' voices. Focusing on them again, you saw them looking in your direction, fear written on their face, you looked up and saw that the ball had been tossed incorrectly and was heading towards you. Without thinking and without moving from your place, you positioned your arms, the same way you saw your brother do whenever he received a ball, and waited for it to land.

Despite being small and not having the required strength, you were able to return the ball to the closest member, you smiled to yourself, happy with your little achievement. Not noticing the shock look on the players faces and suddenly they were surrounding you, giving you praises and questioning you where you learnt that.

But Kuroo answered the question for you by saying “I taught her of course” with a proud look on his face.

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“Good job everyone, see you tomorrow”

“See you next time (Y/n)-chan!”

“Bye! Bye!” then they were off, heading to where the convenience store was located to have their post practice snacks, while you and your brother directly went home. Kenma had gone off somewhere saying he had an errand to do, so he couldn’t walk with the two of you.

“Nice work with that receive today, everyone was really impressed” Kuroo said, looking down at you chewing at a piece of biscuit that Kai had given you earlier.

“Really?” you looked up at him. A wide grin on your face, happy that the little practice sessions you and your brother would have, is actually paying off.

“Yup” he crouches down, picking you up and placing you on his shoulders. Gripping his messy bed hair, you close your eyes in content, the cool wind brushing on your face. “You’re even better than Lev, maybe you should teach him when you visit again”

You giggled, resting your chin on top of your brother’s head. “Can you teach me some more?”

“We can play a little when we go home, how does that sound?”

“Yes please!”

“Okay then. Hold on!” you grip his hair as he took hold of your legs before dashing across the street, your laugh echoing throughout the neighborhood.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu fluff #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #kuroo tetsurou imagines

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lokissweater · 5 years

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Flower Boy

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: At the end of every week, you find a different set of flowers resting on your windowsill, and you’re determined to find out who it is.

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff and like one curse word hehehe <3

Authors Note: thanks for all the feedback on Sticky Notes and Disneyland With Peter !! y’all really made my day LMAO

Word Count: 2,110

They were lilies this time, placed neatly on your open windowsill.

You couldn’t really remember exactly when you started to receive flowers, but it’s safe to say that it’s been going on for about a month, and you have no idea who it could be. You’ve received all kinds: lilac’s, carnation’s, poppy’s, sunflowers, and the list goes on.

At first you were creeped out. How did this person know where you live? And why was it only during the night? You lived in a two story apartment in Queens, the only way to reach your window is through climbing the fire escapes..

But as time went on, you grew to love the gesture instead of loathing it. You were a sweet person, and concluded that whoever was doing this must’ve been someone you knew.

You picked up the lilies and carefully placed them in a vase with water, swapping them out with the once beautiful roses you received last week. Like always, you walked to your window and leaned out to see if you could spot any source of movement, anything to pin point who it was.

But there was nothing, just the buzzing of cars and the chilly winter air hitting your skin.

Shivering, you rubbed your arms before leaning back. You’ll find out soon who it was, you were determined to. But for now, you smiled thinking about the sweet gesture and went to bed.

Monday soon rolled around, and as you sat in your seat waiting for the bell to ring, you wondered what breed of flowers you’d get this week.

“Don’t forget to submit your essays tonight!” Your teacher’s voice boomed over the bell as it rang, piles of kids ready to leave the classroom. As you reached the door, you bumped into someone accidentally and looked up.

It was Peter Parker.

“I’m sorry y/n!” He spluttered out quickly, squatting down to pick up the book you dropped off the floor. “I-I should’ve looked where I was going.”

His cheeks flushed as he peered up at you, shyly giving the item back. You smiled sweetly.

“It’s okay Pete, I wasn’t paying much attention either.”

His heart rate quickened at the little nickname you had for him.

“I’ll see you around?” You said, patting his rosy cheek gently before walking off, your touch sent him into a frenzy as he watched you walk away.

“Y-Yeah!” He called out, and you turned around to wave before disappearing from his view.

“That was hard to watch.”

“Shut up.” Peter grumbled, turning to look at his best friend.

“I don’t see why you don’t just tell her you like her,” Ned sighed. “You guys talk everyday, and have known each other since junior high.”

“Because she’ll reject me and never talk to me ever again.”

“But you don’t know that!”

“Yes I do!” Peter countered. He spotted you talking to someone from across the hall and sighed, “She’s too good for me.”

“You still giving her flowers?” Ned asked, hiking his backpack up as they walked.

“Yeah.”

“Oh god-”

As the week went on, Friday finally arrived. You were at home helping your parents prepare dinner, when you realized you forgot to take some dishes from your room back down to the kitchen. Quietly, you trudged up the stairs and upon entering your room, you stopped dead in your tracks.

It was Spider-man, looking at you through his mask with wide eyes, hand midway into placing a small bouquet of daisy’s on your windowsill.

You couldn’t believe it. Never in your wildest dreams did you think Spider-man was the one leaving you flowers.

Peter on the other hand, was about to have a heart attack.

“Y-You-”

Instantly, he stood and leaped up the fire escape, and you quickly ran to your window.

“Stop!” He froze and turned to look at you. “It’s okay! You’re fine! I just want to talk!”

He was this close to shooting a web to the building across from yours to leave, but when he looked at your pleading eyes, he sighed and climbed back down.

You led him into your room and sat him down on your desk chair; unsure why he seemed so nervous and stiff. It was only you.

You puffed your cheeks out, avoiding eye contact until he spoke up.

“I-I’m sorry for-”

“Do you know who I am?”

He hesitated, then nodded.

“How?”

“I’ve seen you.” He said vaguely. His voice sounded extremely familiar, but you couldn’t quite pin point where you’d heard it.

“You’ve... seen me,” You trailed off. “Where?”

“Listen I have to go-”

“Wait! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” You said guiltily.

Peter’s eyes softened.

“It’s just- this doesn’t make any sense to me.”

“I’ll come back tomorrow.” He promised. “But for right now, I have to go.”

“Okay.” You smiled nonetheless and watched him stand and climb out through your window. Just when you were about to leave your room, you heard him clear his throat.

“I-I hope you like them.” He said, referring to the daisy’s.

You turned around, cheeks rosy. “They’re my favorite actually, thank you.”

Peter beamed at that, and with the blink of an eye, he was gone.

You then gently picked up the daisy’s and like you’d done before, swapped them with the lilies.

The next day, Peter avoided you completely. Whenever he’d see you approach him, he’d either make a beeline for the restroom or just completely turn the other way, and you noticed. How could you not?

Peter Parker, the sweetest boy you knew and secretly but not so secretly had a crush on, was avoiding you. You figured he was just having an off day, but it became apparent when you straight up walked towards him to say hello and he turned his back to you.

When you came home and waited in your room for Spider-man, you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. What did you do? Surely there must’ve been some type of misunderstanding.

Or did he find out you have feelings for him?

Your eyes widened and you began to panic. To you, that explained everything. The avoidance, the look of discomfort he’d give whenever he saw you, all of it. You felt like crying, but your episode was cut short when you heard a soft thud to your left.

“Hey,” He greeted. As he sat down on your windowsill, he noticed the daisy’s he gave you in a vase with a cute little red bow wrapped around, and his heart warmed.

“Hey,” You responded with a smile. “Do you need anything? Water? Snacks? The need to tell me who you are?”

Peter laughed at the last part. “I-I’m okay. Thank you though.”

He had to admit, Peter missed you, even though it had only been a day since you guys have spoken. He missed your voice, or the way you’d always beam when you saw him, he really did. He felt so bad avoiding you today, but he couldn’t bring himself to face you. A part of him thought you secretly already knew it was him, and he didn’t know how to talk to you now without stumbling over his words or excessively sweating, not like he wasn’t before though.

As he sat there, he knew the right thing to do was to tell you who he was. But it was nerve wracking to think that not only would you know he was the one responsible for the flowers, but that he’s also Spider-man. Not a good situation if you ask him.

“Do you put all the flowers I give you in vases?” He asked you.

“Yup!” You pushed your desk chair back to reveal the little trash can you had, and tilted it. Its contents inside were a bunch of dead stems and flower pedals, accompanied by the occasional ball of line paper. “They all last exactly a week, so when you give me new ones, I just take the dried ones out. It makes me feel bad, but where else do I put them without making a mess?” You laughed nervously.

Peter nodded understandingly, and he envisioned your cute self putting his flowers in a vase. He found it quite sentimental, and it made him happy because he thought you’d might throw them away.

“Why do you leave me flowers?”

Peter cleared his throat.

“B-Because I like you.”

“You what?”

He only nodded and you looked at him uncertainly then, “Do I know you?”

He didn’t answer, but the fiddling of his fingers and the way he kept looking at everything in the room but you, was enough.

Gently, you scooted your desk chair right by your windowsill in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry Spidey, but you need to tell me who you are.”

Another nickname you made, just for him, that made Peter swoon.

“I know.” He sighed, taking your hand that was on his shoulder and fiddled with your fingers now instead of his, “I know.”

Your warm hand gave him a sense of security, a sense of comfort, and he intertwined your fingers together. “J-Just promise me, that whatever happens, you won’t hate me o-or think I’m weird.”

“I’d never!” You exclaimed. “You gave me flowers, there’s no harm in that.”

He looked at you and squeezed your intertwined hands, as if to make sure you wouldn’t leave once he revealed who he was. Your reassuring smile sent a shiver down his spine and he slowly raised the hand that wasn’t occupied by yours, and tugged off his mask.

Even though it was dark in your room, the moonlight that shone through your window illuminated his face perfectly, and you sat up straight in alarm.

“Pete?”

He dropped his mask and placed that hand over your already tangled ones, looking at you with pleading eyes.

“I-I know what you’re thinking, but please just hear me out,” Peter scooted a bit closer to you. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I just- I really like you y/n. You’re so sweet and nice to everyone no matter what they do, and you’re so beautiful that sometimes it makes me want to scream.”

You laughed, and he took it as a good sign to keep going.

“If you’d just give me a chance, I won’t let you down. And if you don’t want to then that’s totally okay I’m not going to force you into doing something you don’t want to do-”

“Pete.”

“-I mean what kind of person would that make me-”

“Spidey.”

“-That’s just horrible I know a couple people who-”

“Peter Parker!”

The boy jumped and instantly looked at you. “Yeah?”

“I like you too.”

He laughed, “No you don’t. You don’t have to pretend-”

“I’m not pretending!” You whined. “I really do.”

Peter looked at you, heart pumping and eyes wide. “You mean it?”

“Mhm! I do,” You said cheekily.

He looked at you skeptically. “You’re not.. freaked out that i’m Spider-man?”

“Nope.”

“Or the fact that I climbed your fire escape every week?”

“Nuh uh.”

“Or the fact that I want to kiss you right now?”

“No-”

Before you could register what he said, Peter cupped your rosy cheeks and kissed you with so much longing it drove him crazy, and you tugged at his suit to get him down from the windowsill as you stood up, arms wrapping around his neck to deepen the kiss.

You pulled away breathless, and Peter started to lean in again until his phone buzzed.

“Sorry-” He said quickly as he looked at his screen.“Shit, sorry flower, I have to get going. My aunt hates it when I’m out late on a school night.”

Flower.

Your legs felt like jelly at the pet name he gave you, and you felt dazed as he pecked your lips and tugged his mask back on. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school?”

“That you will.” You said happily, and just as he was about to climb up your fire escape, you realized something.

“Oh wait, Pete?”

“Yes?” He said, turning to look at you.

“Can you still bring me flowers?”

Peter’s eyes softened. It was a simple question, and yet he found himself again like he was when he first saw you, happy.

He’d take care of you, with every fiber of his being. You were innocent, sweet and radiant, and he’d rather die than let someone take those traits away from you. Now that you knew who he was, he wanted to be your own personal hero and keep you safe, no matter what.

“Of course I will, flower.”

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op-law · 3 years

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Charlotte Kato x Reader {I Need You} Ch 3

A/n: Alright I have put my detective skills to work and at first thought, Kato was around 7'7" but now that I've seen that he was slightly taller than Perospero when they stood next to each other on Big Mom's ship that estimate is not correct. So, I believe we can now assume he is over 10'11" in height since that is how tall Perospero is.

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(Y/n)'s Pov

Before I could even finish taking my first step into the house my mother had already started to speak to me from another room. "Oh, (Y/n) dear do you mind coming in here for a second?" Sometimes I thought this woman was just trying to annoy me on purpose but then again, she was my parent so it was kind of her job. "Yeah, one sec just let me take my boots off!" I didn't want to keep my Mother waiting long since it was always a guessing game with her trying to figure out what she could want with you. "Take a seat (Y/n) I'll make this quick I promise"

When my eyes locked onto the yellow fruit and kitchen knife sitting on the coffee table my mind started to regret even coming back inside the house. "What's the lemon for Mother... are we making lemonade?" As the older lady shook her head, she picked up the usually large knife and held it tightly. "No, (Y/n) we're not making lemonade though I can see about making you a glass later if you'd like" Alright I might have been overreacting but my brain was starting to think my own Mother was about to kill me. "T-Then why do you have a lemon and a knife?"

"Well, (Y/n) it has come to my attention that I need to make sure you are prepared for the big scary world out there that awaits you. We're going to have the talk together since I have neglected to educate you about how to handle when a guy asks to become intimate with you" I think my soul officially left my body after those last few words exited her mouth but it wasn't like I could just run out of the room now. "And what purpose does the lemon serve as?"

"The lemon symbolizes your purity and this knife is any guy who wants to take it. Don't look so scared (Y/n) I'm sure you'll find my talk inspiring or at the very least helpful for when the right guy comes along" As my Mother slammed the knife down, she cut the top of the poor fruit and I'm sure she managed to damage the table as well just based on the force she used. "Alright (Y/n) let's start with the basics. What do you do when a guy wants to have sex with you?"

"Runaway as fast as possible and never speak to that person again. Why do we need to have this talk Mother? I'm not a moron and I'm not going to sleep with some random guy unless I love him"

"I know sweetheart but we're going to have this conversation anyway so stay seated until I say you can leave"

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30 Minutes Later...

After my Mother had finally finished embarrassing to hell out of me, she left the room with this big ol' smile on her face though my lips were pressed into a frown. "You can go back to your room now sweetheart. I'll let you know when dinner is ready" Oh, I hope Kato's not too bored upstairs all by himself. As I got off of the couch my feet carried me up the steps before they stopped in front of my bedroom door.

"(Y/n) can you please help me with my math homework later? The problems are confusing me and we have a test coming up" Once I had agreed to help Yuki with her homework I disappeared into my room before my body pressed against the door and slid down to the floor. "Oh, good your back (Y/n). I was starting to miss you~ Hehehe"

"I'm sorry that I ke-... Hm, K-Kato w-when did you turn back into a man?" When my eyes locked on the man that was now sitting on my bed, I had to stop myself from screaming like the fangirl I was but somehow, I managed to contain my excitement. "It happened a few minutes after you left though I am unable to stand to my full height due to your short ceilings"

"Yeah, the ceilings in my world aren't that high since no one has ever been over nine feet tall. We're all short here but you know something? I didn't think you were this tall. Your height was never listed on your wiki page so I just thought that you were a little bit taller than Pedro. Are you hungry? I can sneak you up some food if you are but it won't be much"

"You know about Pedro... do you like him as well?" As I thought over his question, I picked myself off of the ground before I moved to sit beside him. "Nah, I'm not into Minks I prefer that my men be at least half-human. Why do you ask Kato? Hehehe. You're not jealous, right?"

"Hm, it doesn't matter much anymore since my older brother killed that Mink... I hope they're all okay we were heading to Wano Country but then King attacked our ship and sent some of us overboard in the process. I'm not sure what happened though once I went under the waves something hit my head causing me to blackout. I found myself in that corn maze after I had regained consciousness but thankfully you brought me home with you. Thank you again (Y/n). I'll forever be in your debt so if you need anything just ask and I'll do the best I can to make it happen"

"Oh, Big Mom's fine. She and Kaido were making an alliance or something of that nature" It was difficult to figure what emotion Kato was feeling though based on his smile I figured that he must have been happy to hear the good news. "Thank you for telling me about Mama... I am a little hungry but please don't feel like you need to keep me fed"

"It's no trouble Kato you're my house guest after all and I can't let my Pumpkin King starve~ Just wait here... are there any foods you don't like or can I bring you what I can find?" As I stood up from the bed, I waited in front of him though it didn't take Kato long to answer. "I'll eat whatever you bring me... but could you perhaps bring me something sweet?"

"Hehehe. I'll see what I can do~ Stay out of trouble while I'm gone my adorable little pumpkin man~" Sure, many people didn't think very highly of Kato though it was their loss and it only meant I could have him all to myself. "Hehehehe. You call me little but I'm twice your size (Y/n)~ I like you though so I'll let you call me whatever you'd like but I want something in return"

"Something in return?" At first, I was confused since Kato seemed to have this light pink color on his cheeks almost like he was blushing. "I would like a kiss" Now never in a million years did I expect Kato to say that to me but then again, we had just kissed while he was still in his pumpkin form and the man had said that it was nice. "Really, you want to kiss me again? That's surprising since not a lot of guys are interested in me... You want to kiss me because you're interested in me, right?"

"Yes, I find you very interesting (Y/n) and I've never met a girl quite like you before. You're a cute girl to so why wouldn't men be falling at your feet asking for your hand in marriage? I know in my world I would have gladly asked you to marry me... that is if Mama approved of you" Alright so I wasn't exactly sure how to respond to Kato's bold claim about possibly marrying me but thankfully my thoughts were put on hold as his hands gripped my shoulders. "What are you doing Ka-thmmm"

As the man continued to ravage my lips with his, my body was moved until it was pressed firmly against him. Though when I felt one of his hands dip down close to my behind I moved my arms back to try and stop him but unfortunately for me, I heard the door opening behind us at the same time. "(Y/n) can you explain th-th-th... W-W-What's going on in here!?" If Yuki continued to yell like this then it was only a matter of time before my mother came upstairs to investigate. "Shhhh! Don't say a word about this to Mom. Kato this is Yuki... Yuki this is Kato and he's officially my houseguest so please keep your mouth shut, alright Sis?"

"H-How in the hell did he even get here? Oh, fuck you're going to be in so much trouble when Mom discovers your keeping a grown Pumpkin Man in your room... Hehehe. I'll keep your secret but in exchange, you'll need to write my history essay for me~" That seemed like an easy task for me though Kato decided to speak up as he drew his weapon.

"Or we could kill you and bury your body in the woods where no one will ever find you"

"Kato! We do not unalive people in this world so put your sword away and apologize to my little sister right this second" I tried my best to keep my voice down low though I still managed to get my point across since the man immediately laid his sword behind him as he wrapped his arms around me. "I'm sorry (Y/n) please don't be mad at me"

"T-The Pumpkin man wa-wants me dead... I-I'll keep your secret but please keep him away from me... C-Can I get you anything, Mr. Charlotte?" Poor little Yuki looked terrified at the moment though at least now I wouldn't need to write her history essay, "Find me something to eat. I don't want (Y/n) to leave the room unless she has to" As I was pulled closer to Kato's chest, I tilted my head back and showed him a smile. "You're adorable Kato~"

"(Y/n) that man is twenty-eight and you shouldn't be making out with him in your bedroom" When I turned back to look at Yuki, I started to think over what she had said though age was just a number to me. "It's fine Yuki. Now go find Kato something to eat before you make him mad" As the man in question laughter started to fill the room Yuki's face was starting to look a little pale but she had already left the room before I could say another word.

"Do you think she'll tell on us (Y/n) and why did she bring up my age?" I knew exactly why Yuki had brought up his age though it would matter much in a few weeks since I turned eighteen on Halloween night. "Well, I am seventeen so she's probably just questioning why someone eleven years old than me is kissing her older sister. My birthday is on October 31st... is my age a problem for you?"

"Hm, that's not much of an age gap (Y/n). If I'm not mistaken Praline's husband is seventeen years old than she is but we're not allowed to speak about her anymore. Do people from this world look down upon relationships with such age gaps?" As I responded to his question, I removed myself from his lap before I flopped down on my bed right beside where he was sitting. "It's more common than you'd think but Yuki is just weird so try your best to ignore her. What do you want to do with the rest of our day Kato?"

"Can I cuddle with you (Y/n)? I don't get that much attention from others because of my appearance but you seem to like me enough" As my head tilted over at him, I held out a hand before I locked it around his. "Hehehe. Sure, Kato, I'd love to cuddle with you though I think I'll have a nap while you're doing that~"

"Alright, (Y/n) sleep tight~"

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End Chapter 3

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hjh-ceilo-monster · 4 years

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Hybrid AU : Full House (of troubles) KNJ+MYG

Summary : You who studied abroad moved back to Seoul after you graduate. You didn’t know what’s going on with your house until you arrive.That was when 2 men opened the door and stared at you confused.You were angry when they told you that your brother sold this house without your permission.You made a deal and undured living under the same roof.Soon you came across all of their secrets.

Author POV.

The people are busy walking around all over the place.These days lots of students interested in study abroad and Y/N is one of them.You dreamed about it since you were young and now her dream come true at last.

Walking along the ailse,you are looking for the suitcase section.After 4 years,you finally graduate and come back to your beloved homeland.When you pick up everything,you call a cab.Wanting to surprise your brother,you decided not to call him for picking you up.

“Go to xxxx please.” You tell the address of your house.The cab then depart from the front gate of the airport.

You notice there are a lot of changes while you are gone.The skyscapers spread though area from here to there,new malls,some part of town get the renovation and many other things change.

“What’s the schedule for tomorrow?” You mumble with yourself while checking on your phone.You remember tomorrow you’ll enter your parents company for like first time after 5 years.

The cab park infront of your house.You thank him before get off the car and get your luggage from the back.When you reach the door,you press the door bell. Waiting surprise your brother.

“Surpri- who are you?” The door open and reveal 2 men.

“That should be us asking.Who are you?” The pale guy turns the question back toward you while the other tall one behind him stands there and blink.

“No you guys answer me.Who are you and Why are you guys are in my house?”

(A/N : thanks to @kookscrescent because of this gif,I decide to write whole story so thank you.Let’s continue.)

“Your house?Uhhh miss,this house we bought it for 3 years now.” Now the tall one speak.

“What?But this is my house and I didn’t sell to anyone.How is that suppose to be happened?”

“Well if you want an answer ask the ‘Jin’ guy instead of tresspassing our house.”

“Jin sold this house to you?” Both of them nod.

Now I’m fuming,you must talk to him why on earth he sold your house without your permission.Trying to call that guy,the car arrive infront of the house.When he get out of the car,you run and grab his collar.Making th other 2 inside the house shock.

“How dare you surprise me with this?” Then you point toward the house.

“You’re here and sorry hehehe.”

“Tell me before I charge into your face,why did you sell my house?!”

“Better to talk about it at home.”

“But this is my house!”

“Please,get in the car first and we need to head home before father get angry. This is serious please.”

You sigh and get in the car like he says.This is a family matter again I guess. After that Jin goes to the door and apologize to the guys before come back and drive the car to the ‘main’ house.

“So tell me my lovely oppa,why did you sell the house?”

“It’s not me,I swear.It’s farther who sell the house.” You turn your face to him and stare.Although he didn’t face you now due to the driving,guilt is written all over his face.You sigh and turn back.

“What’s with the old man this time,try to force me go back to him?”

“I don’t really know.During this 3 years,I romed around for work and all.I didn’t get to know he sold the house until I came back from Australia.I knew this before you for a month.”

Y/N POV.

We arrive the place,my used to be home sweet home.We enter the house and some of the guards,housemaids and butlers greet me.I smile in return.Not gonna lie but I miss them.They were the ones who kept company and helped me all the time when I still lived here.

“Oh well,look like someone finally accept the truth.”

“And someone still interfer the others’ business.How’re you,still being a gold digger?”

Curious right? That’s my aunt or should I say my father’s wife.My father remarried for third time and I didn’t expect to be her.My house seems to be complicate but,I didn’t care anyway.

“Noona....” The boy runs down the stairs and hugs my waist.I pick him up and kiss him on the forehead.

“Hi,how was my boy doing?”

“Miss you so much.” I chuckle.

“Come back here Taehyung,you aren’t suppose to talk with her.”

“But she’s my noona.”

“She isn’t your sister,come back here before I get rid of your money in your credit.” He only pout and sigh before bid me a little good bye.

“Don’t worry,I’ll transfer to you.Give your account later.” I whisper and he smiles.

“Dinner is ready.”

One of the maid walks in and informs us.I nod and my brother walk inside the dinnning rooom.I walk after him with Taehyung and his mother.Soon the old man arrive and take his seat.

“How was your day mr.Kim?” His wife asks while stare at me.What’s with her?

“Good.”

He then turns toward me and start speaking.

“You’re finally here.”

“Better to explain to me why you sold my house,old man.”

“Well that’s my money,I do what I want.If I want to get rid of it,I do it.”

“As far a I know,the house belong to my mother.She bought it for.If you have permission from my mother which is lying in the grave,then I have no problem.”

“Why do he need to as-”

“Don’t interfer this,shut it and eat your meal.” I turn toward my aunt and glare before continue.

“I want you to be back here.”

“What’s for?Don’t tell me you miss me and feel guilty for what you’ve done with mom.That’s not you,old man.Tell me,what’s the point of me being here after all those years that you didn’t want to see my face.”

“Still straight foward,just like your mother.”

“Tell me now!” I start to get angry.The atmosphere tense along with my mood change.

“You’ll be married.”

“What!”

“Are you deaf,you’ll be married t-”

“No,I’m not deaf.Second if this your problem,solve it yourself.Not using me to whore around to get money.I’m leaving.”

“Where’re you going?” This time Jin ask me with worry.

“I have my place.Get rid house doesn’t mean I’m homeless and needs to run back here.”

Time Skip : Namjoon POV.

I’m sitting in the living room with Yoongi hyung.After the incident this morning,i still thinking about that girl.What’s going on with her?I felt worry toward the girl but, why?

“Hyung can we change the chanel,it starts to be boring.”

“Bring the movie,I think I probably gonna sleep if I watch it further.”

I get up from the couch and go to the shelf.Finding a movie,I ask him and he only tell me pick one.Scrambling along the shelf and find the DVD,the door bell ring.

“I’ll get.” Ihand him the DVD and walk toward the front door.When I open,I stand there with wide eyes.

“You..again?”

“Yeah can I uhh come in?” The girl asks.Her body shivers from the cold outside. Without thinking,I open the door widely and accept stranger into the house.

“Who is it Na- What is she doing here?”

“Hyung calm down.”

“No! I’m not gonna calm down when you accept the stranger into our house.”

“But h..hyung w-”

“Please let me stay.” Finally the girl speaks.Yoongi hyung shut his mouth and look at her instead of me.He squint his eyes and start growling.

“I need your help.Let me stay here at least,like as a rent.I need to live here.I have nowhere to go right now.”

Poor girl is pleading.I look at hyung then her switch back and forth.Hyung still growl but lower his voice now.I only gesture her to take a seat and start talking with her.

“Hyung please,let her stay.”

“Namjoon,I know you are kind heart to everything and eryone but this is another level.This is problem.How we suppose to let her live,don’t you remember our secret?”

“I know but,she also has a problem and she seems like an innocent who has a fight with her parents.Another point is this house belongs to her. According to the law,she can kick us out since she didn’t agree to sell this house.It’s the other who has no right yet look at her,begging 2 strangers to live inside her house,isn’t it a bit cruel?”

Hyung doen’t reply.He seems to think through what I’ve just said.The girl also listen to us the whole time but she faces the floor.Her luggage is beside her.No matter what,she still has the right in this house.

“Okay dude,fine.I’ll let her in.”

Day 1 : Author POV.

The first day for 3 of them are akward.Sitting in the dinning room,eating the breakfast with no one talk to each other.You try your best to talk but only Namjoon would aswer you.

“You need me to buy something back in here.I’ll go to the mall after my work.”

“That would be great,I think the list is on the fridge.Anything else from that depend on you.” He then turns to Yoongi.

“Hyung want something?”

“No,I’m good.”

You nod and take the list from the fridge afterward.Bid them a goodbye and leave the house to your work.

The whispers are everywhere when you enter the company.Some of them smiles while the others don’t.You greet the one who greet me,that’s all.When you arrive my office,you see Jin sitting in the room.

“How was them so far?”

“Not good and not bad,surprise I think.”

“Perhaps it’s because I tell them,you’re my sister.”

“You don’t need to tell them that.This gonna be akward day ugh.”

Jin only laugh at you and you stare with your dead cold eyes.He raises his hands up in defeat and leaving.telling you someone will arrive and give you a tour.

Day 3

Everything is in its place so far.You didn’t get any disturbance from your father. You live with these 2 men without problem and Yoongi start to talk a bit.Tiny bit like ‘Hi’ , ‘Good’ and any other short phrases.Well it has to start somewhere,isn’t it.

“Hello boys,I’m ho- huh?”

You see only Yoongi is on the couch,sleeping.However,that wasn’t the thing that makese you surprise.It’s because of the fluffy ears on his head that lay flat on his umber brown hairs.The second you notice his ears,you also come across his tail that swing gently at the end of the couch.

“That looks fluffy.” You don’t know got into you.You reach your hand and gently scratch his ears and hairs.He awakes immediatly and hiss.In the blink of an eye, blood oozing out from your hand.

“Hyung I think Y/N i- is back...”

You clutch your hand and startle.Namjoon quickly find the fisrt aid kit and treat your wound.Yoongi still hiss.His claw has a stain of blood on it.

“You’re a panther..hybrid?” Y/N quietly ask.Still scare of Yoongi who is now widely awake.

“Well yeah basically both o-”

“You too?” Namjoon only nod and look down.Taking of his beanie.His ears reveal,2 fluffy white ears.Snow tiger?

“I know you won’t like hybrids like others but please we need home.”

“I didn’t say anything,did I?”

Namjoon eyes sparkle with hope.You didn’t mind the fact they were hybrid all along.You just confuse how they can buy this house and live among people. Even though the society accept the hydrid and have the law protect them,a lot of people aren’t please with the idea.

“I surprise,yes.I hate you,no.Now tell me,how can you guys be able to find this house and bought it?”

Week pass

It’s been a week now that you live under the same roof as them.You guys share a lot of things.After you found out about them,you shared what happen to you to be fair.

“Boss this is the file for today’s meeting.”

“Thank you and just call me miss.I don’t really feel comfortable with that word.”

Your secretary nod and left.Working here for a week,changes make you surprise.All of them now more friendly toward you and get along really well.They thought I might be like my aunt which is understandable.Everytime she enters my section,she tries to boss around everyone.I always need to remind her who is the boss here.In fact,I tell all of my employee to not let her in my section without permission.

“The sales of our company by far is good.However,I want to change some product since it’s out of season.”

“Well sir,I think we should redesign the package and change the promotion as well.It might attract people more.”

“But we need to make it new and as quick as possible.A lot of company try to copy us from the observation for 2 years now.”

“So why don’t we let ms.Y/N handle with this.Isn’t she the best in this marketing idea?” Now my aunt speaks while glare at you.

“Okay if you want me to handle this project with my team,I will.Anything else sir?”

You accept the challenge and now turning to your father.Jin didn’t like the idea but,respect your decision.Taehyung sit there and watch,he clutch his mother arm since longtime ago.As a sign to not say anything or picking me up.

Yoongi POV.

I’m doing my music inside the studio.I’ve been doing this since the day before yesterday so basically I didn’t sleep for 2 days straight.I here the sound of the door open and someone enter.I think it must be Y/N.

“Hmmm smell weird here,where’s the smell from?”

I pause my work and get out of the room.Namjoon must smelll it too since he also walks down the stairs.We look at each other before enter the living room together.

“Hyung why are you so stress?”

“No I swear,it’s not me this time.”

“Y/N?” We look at each other.

We walk along the corridor and follow the smell.We arrive at the door which is wide open.Did this house has a wine cellar?For all those years I live here? No, this isn’t the time to think about the wine.Namjoon enter first and I follow in. Seeing Y/N sip the wine continuously make me worry a little.

“It must be her.” Namjoon whisper and I nod.

“Oh gents here you are.Take a..*hiccup*....seat,enjoooy.”

“She’s drunk.”

“I think we ahh!”

Namjoon exclaim all of sudden,the poor boy get drag by Y/N to sit on the couch. I sit to the right of her and take a sip as well.Who’s gonna say no to fre wine, right?

She’s blabbering her day out like an idiot.None of us speak.Nodding as a sign of understanding,she continue.Namjoon then reach his limit in no time.I’m now a bit light head.

“You guys are hot,you know that?”

“Same to you baby girl.” Namjoon say with his flirt voice.

“Reallyy?”

“Want to rpove it huh?” I spit,she nods.

I smirk.This girl ask for it.I start kissing her collar.Sucking on that smooth skin while my tails clutch around her waist.Namjoon seems to start his own move. Licking her cheeck,before kissing it.

“Here or bed?”

“Bed.”

I pick her up and carry her to our room,mine and Namjoon.Putting her onto the matress,we continue where we left.Me and Namjoon take our shirt off and continue to kiss her.We are into it so much that didn’t realize she already sleep.

“Seems like we should stop here hyung.Our princess is tired.”

“Very well.”

Y/N POV.

I woke up because of my head.It’s pounding like crazy.Why it’s so hot in here,I swear I open the aircon too the point it couldn’t get any cooler.Wait,tails?How on earth the tails strangle around my waist.I still move my hand along it until I hear the growl voice.

“Holy shit!” I spring myself up and rest against the bedframe.

“Why so loud?”

“What’s going on?”

I’m fully awake.Looking the surrounding,I notice lots of things.First this isn’t my room.Second,why I’m on their bed? Third,Why they only wear pants?

“Oh you wake up.” Namjoon speak.

“5 minutes.” Yoongi reply.

“Guys,get off.”

Now we’re all in the dining room.Sitting under the silence,the air seems to tense more than usual.

“I..uh...we are sorry.” Namjoon mumble.

“We shouldn’t take advantage of you.” Yoongi continue.

“No,It’s my fault.I shouldn’t let my gaurd down in the first place.Anyway,can any of you explains these?”

You lower your shirt to show your collor bone.Covering with pinkish+purple and red everywhere.Namjoon point toward Yoongi while Yoongi lift his eyebrow. Then he start speaking.

“I thought you like it last night.”

“Yoongi...what should I do with you?”

“Ooohhh our princess gonna punish us because we gave her hickeys last night?”

“Not you too,Namjoon.”

“Not a bad idea.”

They smirk and look at each other before turn back to me.They suddenly throw themselves onto me and I start pushing them.It all turn into pillow fight.Giggles and chuckles can be heard everywhere.All of sudden the door bell ring.

“I’ll get it.” Yoongi disappear from the room and walk to the front door.The silence appear for awhile before run back with the boy he carry on his shoulder.

“Hyung what’s that?”

“Taehyung?No no,you are going to be ok.Dont’ die,guys we’ll go to the hospital.”

We get Taehyung to the hospital.I didn’t know what happen but,worry about him to death.Namjoon and Yoongi try their best to comfort me.When the doctor come out,he inform me he has a fever and somes injuries.He can leave after wake up and a few check.

“She did it to you again,didn’t she?” I mumble while caress his hand.He’s a good boy and always happy.

I remember since young,he never get to live his life like the others.Me and Jin needed to be there for him all the time.His mother force him to be perfect in every way since she afraid I’m gonna take my father company.

“Noona,noona...”

“Tae you awake?” I hug him.Namjoon insist to call the doctor for him.Yoongi prepare a glass of water for him to drink.

When everything is alright.All of us come back home.Taehyung beg me to live here for awhile.The boys don’t have any problem with it.I prepare the guest room for him and call Jin about this.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t pick up your phone.”

“It’s fine hyung.I have noona now.”

He tell me and Jin everything.How he struggle to persue his dream,study film, and work a part time job for it.He with his friend,Jungkook,work at the cafe.When that lady find out,she force him to quit the job and send someone to ‘warn’ Jungkook.He was with Jungkook and tried to help but end up like this.

“From now I’ll be your guardian and I’ll help you with what you want.”

“I’ll help you fee until your graduate Tae,don’t worry.”

“Hyung..noona...” He cries and hugs us tight.Yoongi with Namjoon prepare the dinner.All of us have a nice meal afterward with delightful atmosphere.

Months later : Author POV.

They all live happily.Taehyung study hard,Jin come to visit us every weekend and me is living with the boys very well.You aren’t gonna believe that 3 of us date each other right now.They claim to me that you were their ‘mate’.Tae and Jin seems to be happy with me.

Jin also come by one day and invite all of us to his mother’s party,well my father’s first wife.She is kind like always and enjoy the hybrids’ company.At first it’s a bit akward but,they get comfortable around her at last.Yoongi in that day talk the most with Jin’s mother.Jin even claim his mother has just got a new son.

“Y/N someone is at the door?”

“I’m busy,can someone check who’s there?”

“Me and Joon hyung will get it.” Tae and Joon then go to the door.Jonn look outside and sense something wrong.When Tae twist the nob,Joon grab his hand immediately.

“Everyone come here.I think something’s fishy.”

Yoongi come out of his studio while Y/N walk up to them.When they gather around and Y/N check the door,her eyes widen.

“Tae,you need to hide right now.Your mother send some men to get you.”

“But noona...”

“Call Jin and tell him.We’ll handle this,go.”

Yoongi open the door.Namjoon and you step out as well.Talking to the guard whether they have anything to do with you guys.When they try to break in,Yoongi start to growl out.They get the guns out.Namjoon charge at them and start fighting.It’s a mess.However,those two manage to beat them down.

That night 5 of them gather in the house and start planning what’s to do. Taehyung wouldn’t be safe anymore as well as them.Jin prepare a pent house for Tae.Asking his mother to let her men take care of it.You,Jin and the boys now continue to discuss what can they do further than guar Taehyung.

“I’ll need to do some documents for yu guys.I think she’ll find the way to get you guys.”

“I’ll let Hoseok deal with the documents.” Jin reply.

“I don’t know if it’s allow here but..”

“Me and Namjoon is thinking that maybe you should become Tae’s guardian like officially his guardian by law.” Yoongi continue what’s Namjon pause.

“I don’t know if I can.However,I do know who can.” Y/N look at Jin and he nods as a sign of understanding the situation.

Weeks has passed.You guys leave the house temporary and live with Taehyung at the pent house.Taehyung become Jin adopt brother under the name of his mom.You are the second guardian along with Jin,the third.Everything seems to fall in place until...

“Hyung!Noona!” The boy run toward you house.Knocking the door like crazy. Yoongi open up and feel unfamiliar with the face.He growl at the poor boy who is sweating like waterfall.

“I need you guys.He..he is missing.”

“Who’s there love?” You ask before reaching the door with Namjoon.When you see the boy,you immediately recognize him.

“Jungkook,what happened?”

“Noona! Taehyung...hyung got caught.” He show message that he got after found things out.

“Get in the cars everyone.We’ll track Taehyung down and get him back.”

“Jin hyung..how about him?”

“Kook tell him and let him deal with the police.Yoongi,be fast.I won’t stop you this time.Namjoon I trust your sense.” You talk with the others.Kook call Jin. Namjoon’s tracking down while Yoongi drive the car to the full speed.

“What happened next with appa?” The little boy ask Y/N.She smiles and continue the story.

“Well let says that it’s a mess.Your appa is strong though.He fight for what he wants.Me and your uncles can save him that day.That lady end up in jail and we live peacefully until now.”

“And appa meet eomma and married.Then they have us.”

“Yes,minhyun.Alright kids,time for me to go.”

“Will you come to meet me and mina again?”

“Of course,I’ll bring my trio as well next time.” They cheer up and bid you a good bye.You take your leave.Taehyung come inside the room,hug you before you go. His wife then bid you a good bye as well.

Arriving your house,you enter.The boys run to you and hug you.Their tails swinging with joy.The fathers soon comes out and kiss you as a greeting. Welcome you back after take care the twin for Taehyung.

“Mama will we get to see them next time?”

“Yes dear,you’ll.We’ll have a picnic.”

“Yeah I love picnis.I’ll get a beautiful dress.” You grab your daughter up.

“You’ll always be beautiful princess.” Yoongi kiss her cheek and she giggles.

“Appa up.” The twin now try to clime Namjoon.He then picks up the boys.

“Who’s ready for a movie time.” I speak and they cheer.Their fathers just giggle. Let they leave us and prepare thier own snack.

“Be careful Soobin,Yeonjun and take care Eunbi as well.” They replay afterward and go into the kitchen.

“We miss you.” This time Namjoon come forward and hug.Yoongi join him and kiss me at his mark,the collarbone.

“Let get in,the kids are waiting.”

“They won’t notice trust me.Beside we’ll get to enjoy our night afterward.Jin hyung gonna pick them up to his mother again.” Yoongi speak.

“And we gonna have our quality time with our princess.” Namjoon start kissing but interupt by the sound of arguing from the living room.

“Seems like they’re in trouble again.” Yoongi walk in and Namjoon follow.You admire them for awhile.Yoongi deal with his princess,Eunbi,while namjoons deal with his boys.

“Full house of troubles.” You enter the scene.

Hi guys,finally I write something again.The last one seemed lik no one enjoy.A little sad but nevermind.Okay first,thanks to @kookscrescent for an inspiration of Namgi fanfic.I hope you guys like this oneshot.See you next times,thanks for reading.

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scoups-ofsuga · 4 years

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LEE SEOKMIN X READER || A Final Kiss

one shot, drabble drama (?)

Hope yallz doing well, im not as active as i used to sadly hehe, but i still love writing ^^ just took a break i guess ??, im working on making a comic rn, and hopefully i finish the first chapter soon ^^ please look forward to it ! Here is a short drabble, i believe im a bit rusty hahah sorry sorry ^^

You walk down the streets quietly, and the sun is just beginning to set. You make a turn but you hear a weird clacking noise behind you, but you try to take no mind. You enter a tunnel and the clacking sound bounces of the wall, your heart beats faster and you hasten your steps until the weird sound seem to have stopped.

You sit at a nearby bench, catching your breathe,

“W-What was that” you huff heavily, taking out your inhaler you bring it to your lips,

“Um, excuse me-“

“AHHHH !!” You jump out of your seat dropping your inhaler and cough violently,

“Ah ! Im so sorry ! I didn’t mean to scare you” he panics to your side and caresses your back as you continue to heavily cough, and breathing in your inhaler.

“Are you better ?” He softly asks after things have calmed down, you both are just sitting on the bench in the park. You give a small nod.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, I didn’t mean to” he looks down on his lap in remorse,

“Ah no its okay, it was by accident anyway” you smile it off despite it almost becoming a heart attack.

“So, is there anything you need from me sir ?” You say as you look to him,

“Ah it’s nothing in particular .. it’s just..” he hesitates,

“It just ?” You prompt him again,

“It’s just I wanted to see your face” he says slowly, which catches you off guard,

“Um, Excuse Me !?”

“Ah No! Im not a stalker or anything ! Its just that,,, you are Yona right ?”

“Wait, how do you know my name ??” You inch away from him,

“I swear I’m not a stalker !!” He waves his hands in panic,

“It’s just that, I know that, that’s not your ‘real’ face” he says and cautiously gestures to you. You then calm down a bit, lowering your guard “you are the receiver of the face transplant, right ? The donor is my girlfriend”

“I just saw you walking, I didn’t mean to follow and scare you” he slowly starts to tear up, “I just miss her so much” tears slowly start dropping from his eyes, and hit the ground as he lowly sobs.

Your heart starts to aches. It must be hard to be living in a world without the one i love, but her face remains.

You reach out to pat his back,

“Um, Thank you — I’m really grateful for your girlfriend, she’s my hero”

He laughs and look up to you, “haha, she would be proud and happy to be a receiver of her face”

The man stops and looks at you with such care, such longing; pain and joy mixing all at his eyes.

“I-it was no problem, thank you as well”

“well, it’s getting late we should head home— i’ll walk you”

“Ah please no, my house is just near”

“Please, let me do this ! May this be a repayment for scaring you hahah”

And you couldn’t say no, so you finally agreed and he walked you home.

You arrive at the front of your home, and as you were bidding your goodbyes you couldn’t get the feeling that he wanted to say something,

“Come on, just spit it out” you say nonchalantly, his cheeks blush as he flusters,

“Um, if it isn’t too much trouble ,,, can I..” he stops at his words, “can I kiss your forehead ?? It’s something I always do when me and my girlfriend part”

You were taken a back but really couldn’t say no, so you agreed to his request.

“This will be the first and last time I’m allowing this” you raise a brow and he heartily laughs, “let this be my, final FINAL goodbye” he says

You stand parallel to him, and prepare yourself. You smile to him like telling him ‘okay, I’m ready’ he chuckles lightly and slowly he stretches out both of his hands and holds you warmly at the small of your neck, his thumbs resting on your cheeks. You heart starts to raise at his touch, you avert your eyes to not see his gaze. He slowly draws you closer to him, you close your eyes shut. And to your anticipation, he plants a kiss at the middle of your forehead, just between your eyebrows; warm and tender, sweet and soft. A kiss full of love and sorrow, you could almost tear up.

On his release you look up to him and see his glossy eyes twinkling from the street lights around, his eyes then crescent at his awkward smile and the built up tears break and stream down his face.

“Thank you” he says shakily, “well, you should get in, don’t want you getting a cold now hahah”

“Ah yeah, haha” you try to hide the flush of your cheeks. “Well good night mr ?? ”

“Ah, it’s Lee Seokmin and Goodnight, take care”

A/N: WAAAAH oki kunda random heheh but i missed the community ú _ù) stay safe everyone !

#sebong #seventeen #seventeen imagine #seventeen one shot #seventeen fanfiction #dokyeom fanfiction #lee seokmin fanfiction #dk fanfiction #dk seventeen #one shot #drama #drabble

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fatgirlwritesscenarios · 4 years

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I Really, Really Love You

((A/N: It’s really interesting to go through these and see how far I’ve come in my writing. Makes one think...))

Pairing: HoshixReader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3,413

Summary: Dumb surprise schedules are dumb and Hoshi has never hated them more than he did tonight because they were ruining his perfect birthday plans with you! It also doesn’t help that one of his dongsaengs appears to be trying to move in on his girl on said birthday, but at the end of it all, he had nothing to worry about.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Hoshi was a nervous wreck and it wasn’t because of anything good. He had just received the news from Seungcheol that their one night of freedom became a surprise appearance on a radio show about to air in a few hours. That wasn’t the problem, though. The problem was that he had already promised you a night out all to yourselves in celebration of your birthday. Your birthday wasn’t until the next day, but since Seventeen’s schedule was jam packed for a while, he practically made a blood oath that you would have all of his attention the night before.

He promised this two weeks ago and you were going to be so upset.

“Oppa, I’m here!”

Well…speaking of losing his life. You came bounding through the door with a heart melting smile directed straight at him. Considering how often you were at the dorm since the two of you started dating, you had dropped all formalities and don’t even bother to knock anymore, especially not if they were expecting you.

“Jagiya!” he exclaimed, catching you in his arms when you jumped on him, “You look great!”

“Of course! I have to look good for our night out.” Oh, you looked so excited…why did this have to happen to him? “Speaking of which, why are you dressed yet? Are you still getting ready?”

Hoshi swallowed his nervous lump when you analyzed his half-dressed state, avoiding eye contact with you, “Actually, Y/N, about that-”

“Is Y/N here? I heard her name.”

“And I heard her voice.”

“Y/N-noona! You’re here!”

“Happy early birthday!”

Like responding to a dog whistle, all of Seventeen tried to pile into the entry hallway to greet you. You brightened up even more at the sight of them, saying your hellos in turn. Hoshi was beginning to hate the close relationship you had with the boys because they made you just that much happier and he didn’t need you happier right now. Not when he was about to disappoint you.

How he hated disappointing you.

“Noona, you’re dressed really nice,” Dino observed, giving you the once over, “Oh! You’re supposed to go out with Hoshi-hyung, aren’t you?”

“That’s right! An early celebration for my birthday since he’ll be too busy on the actual day tomorrow.”

He was starting to feel sick. Joshua looked at Hoshi, brows furrowed, quite perplexed. “You didn’t tell her yet?” he asked quietly.

Not quiet enough. You whipped around jut as Hoshi shook his head. Your eyes drilled holes into him, the smile dropping from your face, “Tell me what?”

“Well, Jagi…” Hoshi wrung his hands together, “I…I was thinking that…we…could stay in tonight and celebrate your birthday with the rest of the members!”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, “Why? You promised me we would go out. Just the two of us.”

“I thought it would be more fun this way!”

“Oppa…” Your voice grew hard and your crossed your arms. “Stop lying to me. Why?”

Hoshi was defeated. He took a deep breath and locked eyes with you, “I won’t be able to take you out tonight, Jagi. We have a schedule in less than three hours.”

“Are you serious?!” you screeched, the shift in atmosphere compelling the others to make their retreat, “Hoshi-ah!”

“I know, Jagi, I know and I’m really sorry! I didn’t know they were doing this, I swear! They just told us a few minutes ago!”

You scoffed, positively peeved by the sudden change in plans, all of which didn’t involve your birthday celebration in the least. Hoshi stepped closer and took hold of your arms, stroking them to soothe you.

“Please don’t be mad, Jagi. More than anything, I wanted to take you out. I wanted you all to myself, too.” He cupped your cheeks when you continued to frown and kissed your lips. “Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” you mumbled, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, “I’m disappointed. I was really excited for tonight, especially since you’re going to be busy for the next few weeks. I really wanted to spend time with you before that happened.”

He frowned with you, but nodded in understanding. He hated being away from you just as much as you hated being away from him, probably more. There wasn’t much that could be done about it, though, not right now and the only thing Hoshi could offer was a short movie night in with the rest of the boys.

“Y/N-ah, you should stay!” Mingyu appeared out of the blue, making the both of you jump, “That way we can all celebrate with you! I’ll even cook dinner if that’s what you want!”

“Yah, what are you doing there? Were you eavesdropping?” Hoshi questioned while you laughed.

“I was worried about her! I don’t like it when she’s upset either!” Mingyu came around and placed his hands on your shoulders, snuggling up to you and accomplishing two things:

Making you smile and Hoshi jealous.

“Yah! Aren’t you too close to my girlfriend?” he whined, you waving him off.

“He’s harmless, Jagi. He’s just trying to make me feel better since my birthday celebration was ruined.” You had to be a little sadistic and relish in Hoshi’s whining coupled with his fingers roughly carding through his hair, obviously feeling aggravated and guilty that he had to break his promise to you.

Satisfied, you turned to look at Mingyu, who had gotten a little too comfortable hanging on to you, though you ignored it; “Thanks , Mingyu, but I think I’m just going to leave,” you answered, your smile soft.

“What?! Why?!”

You laughed at their echoed question, Mingyu and Hoshi staring at you as if you just confessed a promiscuous sin to them. You shook your head and waved your hand dismissively again.

“I wouldn’t be able to enjoy myself knowing that everyone’s going to be antsy and trying to get ready for your schedule at the same time. Besides, the original plan didn’t involve the guys, so it wouldn’t be fair to just spring it on them like this,” you answered, shrugging and smoothing your hands over your outfit, “Besides, I’m dressed too nice to just stay indoors! I think I’ll call up a couple of my girlfriends and go out with them. Just to put the outfit to good use, hehehe.”

“What? Go out with your friends? Go where? What do you plan on doing? You’re not going to drink, are you? Or to a club? It’s dangerous for a bunch of girls to go out like that, Jagiya. I’ll worry about you!”

“Aish, Oppa,” you reprimanded him, shoving his shoulder lightly, “Enough. I’ll be fine! I wasn’t thinking about clubbing, although that actually does sound like a fun idea.”

“Jagiya!”

“Fine, fine! No clubbing! But I am going out tonight and you have to rest up for your schedule.” You sidled up to him and slid your arms around his neck, kissing away his pout with cute pecks. “I’m going to be fine, Hoshi, I promise. And don’t worry, I’m not mad at you. Just promise me that we’ll do something when you have free time?”

“We’ll spend the whole day together, Y/N. Whatever you want to do and wherever you want to go, I will take you and do it with you,” he promised, wrapping his arms around your waist and pecking your lips before holding you tight, “…Oh! Wait, wait! Don’t go just yet! I have something for you!”

He pulled away and rushed into the dorm towards the bedrooms, leaving you and Mingyu to giggle to yourselves; you had forgotten that he was still there and almost felt badly for showing PDA in front of him.

Almost.

“I’m sorry that your plans had to be cancelled with Hoshi, Y/N,” he apologized, “I know you were really looking forward to it.”

“Yeah, I was,” you sighed, “but it is what it is. I knew that things like this would happen sometimes when I started dating him, but that doesn’t make it any less disappointing. It’s okay, though, I know Hoshi and I will do something in honor of my birthday.”

You both fell quiet, Mingyu nodding his head thoughtfully and shuffling his feet. “…Well, if you don’t mind, I do have an idea,” he said, piquing your interest.

When Hoshi came back with a small box of your favorite treats in his hands, he found you and Mingyu smiling excitedly at each other, chatting animatedly about something. He suddenly felt leery.

“Jagi, these are for you,” he announced, face nearly splitting in half with a smile when you squealed and lunged for the gift, “I was going to give these to you tonight after dinner, but now will be the only time. What were you two talking about?”

“Oh,” you glanced back at the younger, “Mingyu and I planned an outing tomorrow for my birthday!”

“You what?!”

“Yeah. He told me that the Performance Unit is going to be busy all day tomorrow, but everyone else will be done by late afternoon. So he offered to take me out to celebrate. Isn’t that sweet of him?”

“A little too sweet,” he mumbled, glaring holes at the other male who smirked and shrugged his shoulders innocently.

You clicked your tongue and smacked his shoulder, “Be nice. He’s just being a good friend. Thank you for the gift. You get some rest and good look on your schedules. Fighting!”

You gave his cheek a kiss, hugged Mingyu, and peeked your head into the doorway to the living room to bid goodbye to the rest of the boys who all echoed their own farewells after you. You made your exit to the sound of Hoshi making you promise to call him once you were with your friends…and once you were at the place you were going to hang out…and once you were home just to make sure that you were safe.

When you were gone, Hoshi turned a sharp look to Mingyu even though the younger one had already turned around to return to the living room. Hoshi didn’t trust this outing that Mingyu had arranged with you, especially not since he started picking up on these vibes that were rolling off of him in waves when it came to you. Hoshi was far from oblivious to how much Mingyu cared for you. The only thing he didn’t know was how deep those feelings ran…and he really didn’t want to find out.

*~*~*~*~*

The schedules for the next day went according to plan, the Performance Unit having their extra appearances just as Mingyu had stated that kept them out longer than the rest of the group. However, since everything had gone so smoothly, they were released early and allowed to return to the dorm. Their early was your late, though, and chances were that you were getting ready to go to bed. Regardless, Hoshi hoped that he could at least spend the night at your apartment with you, maybe pick up some ice cream or something and watch a movie on Netflix for the last few hours of your birthday.

It sounded like a great idea! Now if only you would pick up the phone so you could agree with him!

He called your phone for the umpteenth time, but it went straight to voicemail for the umpteenth time. Same thing with Mingyu’s phone; the both of you having turned your cells off. The younger should have been back at the dorm by now and you should have been home, answering his phone calls, letting him know that you were safely back. The lack of an answer from either one of you made him feel as if a block of lead was sitting in his stomach.

“I’m sure there’s a good reason for it,” Jeonghan had tried consoling him as Hoshi paced back and forth, staring at his phone expectantly, “Don’t worry so much.”

“Yeah, hyung. Y/N is in good hands with Mingyu!” D.K. added.

“No, I don’t like it,” Hoshi declared, worry reflected in his eyes, “They both should have been home by now. There isn’t anything they could possibly do together that would take them this late into the night without one of them picking up their phones.”

He paused in the middle of the room, making up his mind. “I’m going to Y/N’s. Just to make sure that she’s okay,” he announced, already heading for the door.

“Hold on, take your mask!” Joshua advised, handing him his black face mask.

“Thanks, hyung!” Hoshi slipped the mask on and pulled the hood of his jacket over his head before jogging out the door, silently slipping into the night and starting out for your apartment.

It was a twenty minute walk, tops, but felt so much longer as negative thoughts filtered through his head. Why did you both have your phones turned off? Why were both out so late still? Did something happen? Were you in an accident and suffering at the hospital? Were you attacked? Were you laying kidnapped!? Or worse, lying dead somewhere?!

These thoughts were making him feel sick, gaining minimal relief when our apartment building loomed just ahead. He turned the corner and picked up the pace, nearly missing the two people that were stationed a few feet ahead of him. A shriek filled his ears, startling him out of his troubled thoughts. He knew that sound anywhere, having heard it many times as you tripped over countless objects with your clumsy self.

He slowed to a stop, watching in a daze as Mingyu kneeled in front of you as you took perch on the bench outside your apartment complex. Your heels were off and he had his hands around your ankle, watching your face intently even though he was smiling so big. You were laughing in response to whatever he said, but all Hoshi saw was Mingyu getting far too close and comfortable with you for the last time.

“Yah! Yah! What are you doing?” Both you and Mingyu snapped your heads up at Hoshi’s shout, watching as he sprinted towards the two of you and grabbed a startled, frightened Mingyu up by his collar.

“Hoshi, what are you doing?!”

“Hyung! Hyung! What’s wrong?!”

“You! You’re what’s wrong! I’m not dumb, Mingyu. I know exactly how you feel about Y/N, I just never knew how much and to what lengths you were willing to go,” Hoshi sneered, his eyes alight with an angry, jealous fire, “But I don’t care if you’re taller than me or stronger than me, Y/N is mine! She’s my girlfriend! I love her more than you could ever imagine, more than I ever thought I could possibly love someone, and I will fight for her, even if I have to fight you!

“Hoshi, STOP! AH!”

“Jagiya!” Hoshi exclaimed, turning to watch you fall to your knees when you tried to stand, your face pinched in discomfort.

He quickly gathered you up in his arms and placed you gently back on the bench, replacing Mingyu as he held your ankle in his hands tenderly.

“What happened?” he asked, looking at you first and then cutting a sharp look to Mingyu, “What happened to my jagiya?”

“Hoshi,” you called, drawing his attention back to you, “It’s not Mingyu’s fault. He tried to protect me as best as he could. We were chased by fangirls and I twisted my ankle. He carried me all the way back here from the main street.”

Hoshi looked between you and Mingyu, finding the younger looking away remorsefully, as if he felt guilty that he couldn’t do more to prevent your injury. You gained his attention again with a hand to his cheek.

“I know how he feels about me, too, Oppa. We actually talked about it.”

“You confessed to her?!” Hoshi jumped up, Mingyu beginning to cower away from the intense look in his eye, “That’s too far!”

“Hoshi!” You grabbed hold of the front of his shirt and yanked him down again, hissing at him. “He did not confess to me! I figured it out on my own and we talked about it. You have nothing to worry about. He knows that I only have eyes for you, as should you know as well! Besides, it’s just a little baby crush. He’ll get over it and move on to someone better.”

You grinned at the younger who appeared to blush while he looked away shyly. Hoshi looked between the two of you, his bottom lip pouting out slightly. “I tried calling you both earlier. Hundreds of times, but your phones are off. How come?” he questioned, voice a grumble.

Both you and Mingyu looked confused, looking at Hoshi and then looking at each other.

“Our phones were off?” you muttered, diving into your purse to retrieve your cell, Mingyu going into his pocket. After a moment, you started laughing, “Oh no! We forgot to turn our phones back on!”

“Oops,” Mingyu mumbled, flinching as if he had been hit.

“Yah, why were they off in the first place?”

“Because the place Mingyu and I went to said that we had to,” you explained patiently, flinching when Hoshi aggravated your injury by pressing down on it a little too hard, “It was some kind of Zen, performance thing with a new age dance ritual. They instructed everyone in the audience to turn off their phones to keep the electrical waves from interfering with our chakras.”

“…Where exactly did you take her?!”

“Hey, I liked it! Don’t yell at him anymore!”

Hoshi grumbled under his breath, still tending to your wound by gently massaging it. You sighed and cupped his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to lock eyes with you. “Oppa, I need to know that you understand,” you started gently, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs, “I need to know that you’re not mad at Mingyu. He’s young and he had a small crush on me because I was the only girl that was around a lot, so it was almost natural. But he loves you as well, Hoshi, and he would never do anything to hurt or betray you intentionally. Don’t be mad at him…please.”

Hoshi smiled warmly and kissed your palms before moving to stand up, facing the quiet Hip Hop Unit member who had taken to keeping to himself lest he make the situation worse. He eyed his hyung warily and gulped. Hoshi held his gaze before bowing his head.

“I’m sorry, Mingyu. Please forgive me for my brash actions. As your hyung and a leader, I shouldn’t have allowed myself to get so angry.”

“No, hyung, you had every right to be mad. I’m sorry for causing unnecessary trouble for you. Please forgive me.” Mingyu bowed back in return, his head lower.

The two men then stood straight, Mingyu fidgeting slightly and asking with a wary smile, “So…are we okay?”

Hoshi beamed as bright as the sun, “Of course!” And then he was embracing the younger, you and Mingyu sighing in relief.

Mingyu stated that he would head home and let Hoshi take care of you, bidding you a good night as you thanked him for a wonderful evening. When you two were alone, Hoshi gave you his full attention and dove in for a well-deserved kiss, his hands cupping your cheeks and his lips playing lovingly against yours. He stole your breath away without hardly even trying and when he pulled back, you were dazed and flushed.

He placed your purse and your shoes in your lap before hooking one arm under your knees and wrapped his other one over your back, hoisting you up into his embrace. “Let’s get you inside, Jagiya. I want to take care of you and spend the rest of your birthday with you,” he murmured, softly sealing his lips over yours.

“I’d like that,” you replied just as quietly, laying your head on his shoulder and nuzzling into his neck with a smile, “And you can tell me about your schedules from today.”

Hoshi shook his head, “We can talk about my schedules later. Right now, I just want to focus on you…I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He kissed you slowly, “I really, really love you.”

“I really, really love you, too.” You sighed against his lips, giggling and relaxing in his embrace as he turned to carry you all the way up to your apartment like the princess you are to him.

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Crazy Little Thing Called Life

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A/N: This isn’t even that long and it took me forever to write it. I had a friend’s birthday vacation to go to so I couldn’t work on it for three days! My friend who’s helping me edit it, told me to not give up on the story cause I was kinda worrying like, do people not like it? Is this a stupid idea? I don’t know but I almost gave up but no, I will promise to finish the story with all of my heart! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this next chapter! BYEEEE :]

~with lots of love, Jazzman~

Summary: A road trip/vacation between two old friends turns into something more(basic plot but whateva)

No songs todayyyy

Pairing: Ben x reader

Word Count: 4741

Warnings: Language, hehehe some tiny fluff thrown in, and horrible writing skills :)

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Ch. 5: Pancakesss

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The next hour or so (you weren’t really paying attention at this point) went by okay. It could’ve gone faster but it wasn’t too slow. Most of the ride anyway, was just you and Ben jamming out to music. You and Ben both had a similar taste in music. You both liked the oldies but couldn’t stay away from some of the more popular music now. When you both weren’t jamming out, you would be grubbing on food over in the back. Of course you had to bring your trail mix because trail mix slaps. Ben just decided to bring some chips because he said that raisins are gross, especially mixed with salted peanuts. He was so goddamn picky that it got on your nerves sometimes. Like who would turn down a perfectly good bag of trail mix? Which ultimately lead to your next argument.

“Trail mix is the superior snack, it has saltiness from the peanuts, sweetness from the M&M’s, and the raisins just add more fucking flavor! Mr. Jones, you are in the wrong here!” You looked over at him for his response.

“The peanuts are okay, but it just doesn’t mix with M&M’s because who likes salty chocolate? And who even likes RAISINS?!”

“Actually, get your facts straight sir, many people like salty chocolate. Also I LIKE RAISINS! I’M LIVING PROOF!”

“Your not a fucking raisin, Y/n.” Ben rolled his eyes at you but looked back towards the road because it was getting pretty dangerous now that you were driving through the mountains.

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!” You huffed in frustration. “What’s so great about your cHiPs that make it so much better compared to my trail mix? Hmmmmmm?”

“Chips are just an easier snack, dear.”

“The fuck you mean EaSiEr?”

Ben sighed. “I mean more portable and they don’t make such a mess with the chocolate melting and they just taste better.”

“Point not proven. Trail mix is superior, end of story.” You turned back to your trail mix and continued eating.

You hated driving through the mountains because it terrified you. Everything about it was scary. The fact that if you made one wrong turn you could plummet to your ultimate death, that you were scared of heights, and that rocks could just come tumbling down at any moment. Which is why Ben tried to distract you from it because he knew that you would have a panic attack. It’s happened before. It was on a family trip to California with Ben’s family, of course, and you started having a mental breakdown and started hyperventilating. Poor Ben had seen it happen so many times to the point that he knows exactly what to do if it ever happened again.

Luckily though, you were okay this time which was weird. You weren’t about to go into full freak out mode. You felt… fine. You snuggled into Ben’s sweater some more and laid back to relax. Before you knew it, you passed out.

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When you finally woke up, you weren’t in the mountain range anymore. You were on your way to your Uncle’s house. Driving through the big neighborhood and streets. The streets were really confusing. Ben looked like he didn’t know where he was going. Luckily, you had already pulled out your phone to use the GPS. If you didn’t, you both would have been lost in the never ending streets and houses. Ben pulled up into your Uncle’s driveway and parked. The house was huge, at least 2 stories tall. You’ve been here before when you were like five but you can’t remember much. And everything you did remember was mostly a blur. Your thoughts were cut short when Ben called from outside the SUV to get out or at least hand him the keys to get in.

You grabbed the keys, jumped out of the car and sprinted over to the front door where Ben was. You ran through the grass and up the porch steps until you were face to face with the door. You were way too excited for this.

“Took you long enough.” Ben said as he walked up behind you. You didn’t notice that you passed him on the way.

“Sorry, got caught in my thoughts.” You were good at running but right now, you were too tired.

“Well? You going to open the door love?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it.” You huffed as you put the keys in and finally opened the door. Of course the first thing you noticed about the house was the smell. The smell of the house was mixed in with the breeze of the ocean and the beach. You loved it. Ben on the other hand didn’t really care. He just walked in and was amazed by how big it was. You closed the door behind you and turned left to see Ben looking around amazed by the living room. You walked into the living room after him. There was a fireplace with the flat screen TV above it. There was a couch facing the fireplace with one small couch chair on the east and west side of it, facing each other with a rectangular coffee table in the middle of it. On the west side of the couches, there was a giant window to see out to the front lawn. On the east side, it led into the dining room. There were sliding wooden doors that separated the dining room and the living room. You opened the doors and walked in. There was a long rectangular dining table in the center with 3 chairs on the longer sides while one chair on each of the smaller sides of the table. To your left, there were two doors that lead to your Uncle’s office, but he told you not to go in there. On the opposite end of you and the long dining table was the kitchen. It had a bar top that had all the information like the wifi password and rules to the house that your uncle had left you two. The fridge was one of those double door ones, you forgot the name of it. On the right side of the dining table, there was the stairs that lead up to the bedrooms and everything. You decide not to go up there just yet because you wanted to check out the backyard. The door to the backyard was through the kitchen.

You had completely forgotten about Ben until he appeared beside you in the kitchen, you make your way to the back door and open it. The backyard was beautiful, there was a wooden plank cover over the rustic looking porch chairs and coffee table. Along the backyard walls were beautiful vines going up and down. There was even a palm tree in the back corner of the yard. The grass was actually green unlike back in Arizona where most grass died from the heat. The string lights that hung everywhere matched so well. You were definitely going to turn them on tonight. And maybe Ben too.

“So, you gonna stand here and look at the grass all day or are we going to get the stuff from the car and claim rooms?” Ben’s sudden statement made you jump, you were so lost in thought. You’ve been doing that a lot today.

“Awww, I was planning on just looking at the grass, why you gotta ruin my fun?” You pouted but of course he always caught your sarcasm so it didn’t matter. You stepped down to the porch from the steps and walked up to the gate that lead into the driveway. The gate was rusty so it made an awful creeking sound that made your face scrunch up in disgust. Ben just covered his ears in pain.

“We need to get oil for that, ‘cause there’s no way I can deal with that for the next two months.” Ben walked passed you towards the car to get the stuff out of the trunk.

“I think I got some in the car somewhere and if not then maybe my Uncle got some.” You walked over to the trunk and opened the back door. Grabbing both yours and Ben’s suitcases and placing them on the concrete and climbed in and crawled inside the SUV to check if anything else was left. You turned around and sat on the edge of the car and just dangle your legs around. Ben came back from the driver's seat and saw you just sitting there. You put your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands. You looked… sad and he didn’t know why.

“Hey, what’s wrong love?” Ben walked closer to you and put a hand on your thigh.

“Nothing, I’m just thinking, I guess.” You looked up at him but didn’t move your head. Ben decided to grab both of your hands in his. You sat up at his touch and looked him in the eyes. Those fucking green orbs were really going to kill you.

“Thinking about what? I know that when you think too much, you tend to get caught in your feelings.” And he was right, because right now your feelings were caught for him. But you couldn’t tell him that.

“I’m fine, really, I was just thinking about the next two months.” You give a sly smile but it quickly disappears. Ben gets in between your legs now and his face is just mere inches from you. You can feel his hot breath on your face. Your hands are still in his.

“Are you though?” Every second Ben kept getting closer and closer until his stupid phone went off. He let go of your hands and grabbed his phone. His mom was calling, you loved her to death like your own mother but wrong time to be calling. At least for you.

“Sorry, I got to take this.” Ben whispered as he answered the phone. He put it between his ear and his shoulder to keep it in place as he grabbed his suitcases and headed for the back gate. You huffed in frustration, so close but so goddamn far. You jumped out from the back of the SUV and slammed the doors. You grabbed your luggage and start heading for the house, your grip was so tight on the handle of the case that your knuckles were turning white.

Once you entered onto the back porch, you let go of the suitcases and closed the gate, forgetting about the horrible screeching sound it made. Once it was locked you turned back to the backyard door and sighed. You had it so bad for that man but oh boy was it so complicated. You grabbed your things and made your way to the door and walked in. Ben was nowhere to be seen, maybe he was already upstairs. You passed through the kitchen and up the stairs you went. The stairs had five steps leading up and then a platform, then going to the left up another fifteen or so steps and then another stupid platform with five or six more steps turning left leading to the second floor. It wouldn’t be so difficult if it was just you but no, you had to carry two suitcases up with you.

Once you got up there, your legs were about to give out. The first bedroom on your right was your Uncle’s and it had two giant white doors to it. The second door on the other side of it was one of the rooms you or Ben would be staying in. It was a bright pink color and it had a queen size bed with a window on the wall with the bed frame. The closet was on your left and it was a small one but it would do. The dresser was on the wall near the door and it had a big mirror. Then on the right side of the room, there was a door that lead to the bathroom. You decide to leave your stuff in here for now until you explored the rest of the house. You walked further down the hall. There was another room on your right but you weren’t too worried about it because it was more of a kids room. And next to it was another bathroom. Between your Uncle’s room and the kids room was the laundry room. At the end of the hall were two other doors. One on the right, it leads to a small living room with a balcony. It had a futon and a TV along with a small table in the middle. The room on the left was closed so you decide to open the door. It was a light baby blue color and basically identical to the pink room besides the balcony it had on the right side. The closet was a walk in on the left wall near the bathroom door. Ben was lying on the bed, all sprawled out.

“Hey Benny Boy, you still on the phone?” You walked in slowly only to find out that he was passed out. “Okay then…”

You walk through his bathroom into your room since they were connected. You walked over to your pink fluffy bed and belly flopped onto it. You were so tired from everything and all you wanted to do was take a nap but you knew you couldn’t. You had to unpack and get everything situated. Then you could sink into your new pretty pink bed and fall fast asleep.

You get up and groan. It wasn’t even that late yet, it was barely 4:30 pm. The sun was still out and luckily, it gave some natural lighting in your room. You sit down next to your bags and start to go through them. You put your bras, underwear, and socks in the top drawer of the dresser, your shirts in the middle drawer, and your pants in the bottom one. Your nice clothes on the other hand, were going to go in the closet to hang up. You brought a couple colorful sundresses in case you decide to go out somewhere and a couple of late night dresses in case you wanted to go out and have some fun. You place your shoes, sandals, and fuzzy slippers at the bottom of the closet. After, you went and put all of your makeup, brushes, and whatever you had for your skin care routine. You had finally finished unpacking when you checked the time on your phone to see it was 5:30 now. You didn’t realize you took that long. You really wanted to go out on the first night but you were just being lazy at this point. Maybe you and Ben would get some Postmates since you really didn’t feel like driving.

You walk through your bathroom and into Ben’s room. He’s still in the same place as he was an hour ago. You walk over and violently shake him until you hear him groan.

“What do you want love? I’m trying to sleep.” He rubbed his eyes with his fists and looked at you.

“I want to sleep too but you need to get unpacked and I’m hungry, should we get Postmates?” Ben scooches over to make room for you to sit down on the bed. You sit down and the next thing you know, Ben’s arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you down with him onto the bed to lay down. You should have known by now that he would do this.

“Ben! C’mon, we gotta get you unpacked!” You try to snake away from his grasp on you but it doesn’t work. Now your back is against chest and he’s breathing down your neck once again like back at the hotel.

“Your not going anywhere sweetheart. Let’s just relax for a bit… Hmmmm… How does that sound?” You can tell that he’s dozing off so you try to break from his arms. This time you actually get out. Once your free you shake Ben and push him off the bed.

“Fine! I’m up!” Ben pushes himself up from the floor and sits back against the bed.

“Took you long enough.” Mocking his words from earlier. You turn back to the door and open it.

“What do you want from Postmates?” You call back as you walk down the hall.

“I don’t know, your choice, surprise me!” Ben yelled back from his room.

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Ben had finished unpacking when the food arrived. You just decided to get some chinese food because you were craving it all day. You got Ben his usual and even then he was complaining.

“You didn’t surprise me!” He whined like a little child.

“If I did, you would complain anyway about how the food was different.” You said back from the living room while stuffing food in your mouth.

“Whatever, I’ll still eat it, I guess.” Ben said as he walked into the living room and sat next to you on the couch. You decided to put Netflix on and binge watch Sugar Rush. Ben loved this show and so did you. You both loved baking shows and it was quite odd since neither of you could bake.

“Stop being a prick Benny. You know I’m right.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.” Ben’s little nicknames for you were cute but sometimes you felt like his little pet. It didn’t really matter to you, sometimes you would give Ben little nicknames too like Benny Boy or Benji.

“Okay well anyways, I put on Sugar Rush.”

“Is this really how we’re spending our Thursday night? Watching Sugar Rush while eating Postmates and being lazy bums?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I don’t care. We can just go out tomorrow night.” You shoved more food into your mouth and looked over at Ben.

“M’sure but we just got here and I’m so ready to go and do something.” Ben said as he stuffed his face with food. You poked Ben to make him look at you. When he turned his head to face you, you had stuffed your mouth with noodles and they were just dangling from your lips. Ben started to laugh uncontrollably and almost choked on his own food.

The next hour went by pretty quickly and the next thing you know, you and Ben had finished your food and wandered into the kitchen to find something to do. Ultimately though, you found nothing and just ended back on the couch, watching Sugar Rush. It got cold pretty quickly so you got up and went upstairs to get yours and Ben’s blankets that your grandma had given the both of you. You ran back down stairs and sat back down next to Ben. You handed him his blanket and snuggled into yours. Even with the blanket though, you were still freezing.

��Hey Benny?”

“Yes love?” He looked over you. You were on the opposite end of the couch, nearest to the window while Ben was on the other end.

“Am I the only one freezing to death?”

“Your cold? I’m fine,” Ben said as he snuggled into his blanket some more. “Do you want me to keep you warm Y/n/n?”

“Please!” You basically threw yourself at him when he said that. You snuggled up against his side while he draped his arm around your shoulders. Ben’s body heat made you ten times warmer. You rested your head on him and dozed off.

Ben didn’t realize you fell asleep until he started getting tired too. He tried to get up but you wouldn’t budge. Usually he would just pick you up and carry you to your room. Instead he just let you sleep there and soon enough, he fell asleep too.

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When you had finally woken up, Ben wasn’t there anymore like back at the hotel. You didn’t care this time though, because he can’t be flirting with some random desk girl here. The sunlight shone through the white curtains of the living room window giving the room a soft and angelic feeling and look to it. What really caught your attention though was the smell of pancakes and fresh fruit. You flipped over to look into the dining room but the doors were closed. You got up and wrapped your blanket around your shoulders as you made your way to the sliding wooden doors. You parted them slightly to just have a peak, your eyes wandered until they fell onto Ben cooking. Your heart melted at the fact that he had an apron on. He looked adorable in it and his cooking was quite good too. You moved the doors to step into the dining room before entering the kitchen with Ben. You snaked around him to grab some fresh strawberries from the bowl he left on the counter.

“Hey! Those strawberries are for breakfast!” Benny said as he swatted your hand away from the bowl, but not before you could grab a couple.

“Free for all.” You turned back around and went on the other side of the bar top to watch him and his skills at cooking. As Ben continued cooking, you looked over everything your Uncle had left you. You had forgotten to go over it yesterday since you were so tired from unpacking everything. Your Uncle had left you a note that read:

Dear Y/n,

If you’re reading this(which I hope you are!) then you have finally made it to my house. All of the papers under this note are of some importance so make sure you read through them carefully! The wifi password shouldn’t be too hard to remember and if anything happens make sure to call and tell me. I will be away for three months but you are planning to only be here for two so I probably won’t see you when I get back. I have a groundskeeper so don’t call the police when you see a random guy walking around the backyard. That would be bad! Anyways, I hope you and Ben have a great time in San Diego and don’t do anything stupid!

-Sincerely, Your Uncle

P.S.: I forgot to mention to not go into my office or my master bedroom because privacy! Bye!

“What you reading over there love?” Ben said as he flipped the pancake that was in the grey pan.

“Just reading a note my Uncle left us.” You looked through the papers under the note and they got long and boring so you decided you’ll go through them later. Right now though, the smell of the pancakes really had your attention. Before you could say anything Ben saw that look in your eyes.

“No, you can’t have any pancakes until I’m done!” Ben swung the spatula in the air. You sighed in defeat.

“Fine, I’ll just go upstairs” You grumbled as you heaved your way up the flight of stairs to your bedroom. All you wanted was some of Ben’s pancakes but no, you had to wait until he was finished in the kitchen. Whatever, you’ll just find something to do in the meantime. And that something was going through Ben’s stuff. When you were back home, or Ben’s home to be exact, you would rummage through his clothes and play dress up. Ben was your judge, he critiqued you on your sense of style and how good you look. You loved how big his clothes were on you, baggy shirts and his basketball shorts were your favorite out of them all. Even though he didn’t play the sport, he still owned a few pairs like every basic teenage boy out there.

You walked into his closet which was bigger than yours but you couldn’t do anything about it. The first thing you looked for was a t-shirt. You went through his many drawers but you couldn’t make up your mind on which one to take. Until you find his soccer jersey, you decide to change your shirt for it. After finding that one, you look into his other clothes to find his basketball shorts. You didn’t really have to choose because they were just different colors so you chose the black ones. You looked like a bumble bee with Ben’s yellow jersey and black shorts but now all you had to get was his socks. You liked his socks more than your own, you called them his soccer socks since you couldn’t remember the name of them, but they were long and usually black. You tried to hurry and find his socks before Ben came up here to look at what you were doing. As you were digging through his sock drawer, you hit something hard, like a book. You digged through his collection of soccer socks until you found it.

It was a plain baby blue journal that said Ben on the cover. You didn’t want to invade Ben’s privacy but it was already in your hands so who cares? You open up to the first page which read: DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER! -Love, Ben’s Diary.

Ben had a diary?! That you didn’t know about? Impossible! Ben’s not very good at keeping secrets so it really was a shocker to find out that he had this tucked away in his sock drawer. You wanted to continue reading but before you could even turn the page, Ben called you that the pancakes were ready. Nothing was going to stop you from getting those pancakes, even if it meant leaving Ben’s diary. You would come back for it later anyways. You quickly closed the book and covered it back into the sock drawer. Before you left, you also grabbed a pair of his soccer socks and slipped them on. You jumped up and slid down the hall to the stairs.

Ben saw you coming from a mile away, what he didn’t expect was you dressed in his clothes. What really caught his attention was the socks. You went through his sock drawer? Usually he wouldn’t mind but he had his diary in there! He didn’t have much time to think until you came into the kitchen.

“Pancakes!” You sounded like a five year old.

“Yeah, I know. Here,” Ben said as he handed you your plate of food. “I can see you decided to play dress up again, love.”

“I did!” You scurried over to the table and sat down and started munching away at the pancakes, Ben even gave you most of the strawberries from earlier. At least the ones he didn’t put into the pancakes.

“Alright well, I’m going to go change myself. I’ll be back in a bit.” He said as he ran off to his room, tripping over some of the steps on the way. Ben sprinted to his room and into his closet. He went through his sock drawer and found his diary at the very bottom. He knew that you knew that it was here. What he didn’t know was how much of it you read. He closed the drawer and stuffed it into the top shelf.

You were stuffed from the food and still kinda curious about Ben’s diary. Of course you weren’t going to bring it up to him because you didn’t want him to not let you dress up anymore. Once you rinsed off your plate and silverware, you made your way up stairs to where Ben was. You slowly opened the door but to no avail, he wasn’t there. You decided to just flop on his bed instead and snuggle in his blankets which surprisingly already smelled liked him. He didn’t even sleep in the stupid bed yet. You started to doze off until you fell asleep.

What Ben didn’t expect when he came out of the bathroom, was you wrapped in his blankets, sound asleep. God, he just wanted to snuggle next to you all day but if that happened, neither of you would wake up until 7 pm. It was only noon, maybe a little nap wouldn’t hurt. Ben decided to climb into his bed with you and pulled you into a cuddle except this time, your head was on his chest while his arms still wrapped around your waist. You put your arms in and cuddled in some more. It made Ben’s heart skip a beat or two, he never wanted this to end.

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