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Teasing San
San x gn reader
Summary: MINORS DNI You've been teasing your boyfriend San for days, he surprises you at home and gets his revenge (sorta)
Trigger warnings: cnc? (san surprises reader by sneaking up on her so idk),
Content warnings: names (sweetheart, baby, sugar), oral (m receiving), choking (briefly), san’s got a big dick (obviously), cnc? (san surprises reader by sneaking up on her so idk), plz lmk if I forgot anything
Words: 1.5k
You'd been teasing your boyfriend San for days while he was away on his work trip. He’d only been gone a couple of days to do photoshoots for his new album but you’d been needy since he left. You didn’t get to spend a lot of time together due to his idol schedule and you working a full time job while doing college online, but you made the most of the time you had together.
Even your time apart could be enjoyable, despite how much you missed him. You had learned that it was exhilarating to tease him when he couldn't do anything about it. Sending him suggestive pictures of you in just a towel, in the new underwear you bought, (your personal favorite) with something in your mouth (a sucker, a pencil, an ice pop, etc) anything that reminded him of having his cock in your mouth.
You knew you were in for it when he finally got back, but you couldn’t help it, it was too much fun reading his texts.
“You that needy baby? Why don’t you use the toys I bought you and send me a video of that?” (You never would of course, because you loved when he would try to tell you what to do when he couldn't do anything about it)
“Baby, you just love watching me squirm don't you? Well I love watching you cry for me, and you will once I get my hands on you.”
“You just love pretending it's my cock between those pretty lips don't you?”, were the kinds of things he would text you.
San wasn't due back till this evening so you decided to work on an assignment to pass the time. Putting on your headphones, you hit play on your playlist and open up your laptop, trying to focus and not think about your boyfriend.
After a while you thought you heard a noise from the kitchen but quickly dismissed it since you were focused on your assignment. Without warning you felt a warm hand on the back of your neck that made you jump. You attempted to whirl your head around but couldn't because of the strong grip on you. Your breath picked up as the hand made its way around to the front of your neck and cupped your jaw, before moving down to grip your throat.
By this time you recognized the grip as your boyfriends, the musky scent of his cologne enveloping you. Your eyes rolled back as his grip on your throat tightened. He pulled your headphones off and began leaving territorial kisses along your neck. Licking a stripe from your shoulder to your ear, before leaving kisses along the curve of your ear causing you to let out a shaky gasp.
“Working on homework baby?” San asked breathily, clearly as affected by your reaction.
“Was…was um ... waiting on you…” you muttered, unable to think clearly as you craned your neck to the side, yearning for more of the feeling of San’s velvety lips on your neck.
“Yea? Did you miss me?” He asked cockily. “Sending me all those slutty pictures, knowing I couldn’t touch you for days. Driving me absolutely insane.” His hand that wasn't around your neck, moved to your desk, caging you into your desk chair as San continued his assault on your neck (and your sanity).
“Mmm” you hummed at the feeling of his nose drawing a line from your shoulder to your ear before stopping at your ear again before nipping at the tip of it.
“Words baby, did you miss daddy?” He asked, using the nickname he knew never failed to make your pussy drip.
“Yes daddy…missed you,” you whined.
Quickly he spun your chair around so you were face to face. His cat-like eyes dark with want, lust, and dominance. After not seeing him for days your brain short circuited at how beautiful he was. His muscular arms fighting to rip out of the holes of his black t-shirt, and his jet black hair falling perfectly into his face.
You fought the urge to brush his hair away from his eyes, instead you leaped up from your chair and crashed your lips into his, startling your boyfriend.
You were never normally so bold, but your want for him was greater than your self control.
His velvety lips slotted perfectly with yours, immediately opening up to let your tongue inside. You took time exploring each other's mouths, relearning each and every curve of each other's lips, and memorizing the taste of each other as if it would be the last time you saw each other. San nipped at your bottom lip before asserting his dominance by lapping at the roof of your mouth, causing you to whine and tilt your head back so he had better access.
San walked you both over to the bed, never once relenting his attack on your mouth. He sat down at the edge of the bed, leaving you standing between his legs. This position giving him the perfect access to trail kisses between your breasts and down your body, all while keeping eye contact with you.
You released a whine when he stopped at the waistband of your joggers. Your boyfriend chuckled at your obvious neediness. “What? You don't like being teased? How do you think I felt the last couple of days?” He asked with a smirk. You let your eyes droop to the floor, partially because you weren't prepared for his retaliation, and partially because you were so aroused you were afraid if you looked him in the eye he’d see how desperate you were for him.
“Get on your knees for me sweetheart, show daddy how much you missed me,” he commanded, leaning back on his elbows.
Immediately you got down on your knees and began undoing his pants, leaving kisses on the bulge in his boxers, earning you a sharp hiss from your cocky boyfriend, confirming that he was just as affected and needy as you were.
Releasing his hard length from his boxers, you began leaving kitten licks along his shaft completely ignoring the tip of his cock, where you knew he needed you most.
“Baby please,” San whined pitifully, letting his dominant act slip. “Haven't you teased me enough?” he begged, earning a giggle from you. You decided to give him what he wanted though. Looking him in the eyes you finally took his girthy length into your mouth. He was so thick it was difficult to fit his entire cock in your throat but you tried anyway, gagging on his weeping cock.
You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, savoring every drop of precum. You could feel every ridge of his cock as it slid in and out of your mouth. San groaned at the sight before him and placed his hand in your hair, stroking affectionately. “Your so beautiful with my cock in your mouth baby, so much better than a fucking sucker,”
You moaned around his cock at his words, you loved it so much when he told you how beautiful you looked choking on his cock.
“Your tiny fucking mouth is going to be the end of me,”
You began bobbing your head faster and hollowing your cheeks more to show him how much his words had an effect on you.
“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep that up,” he groaned out in warning, his hand grabbing a fistfull of your hair, trying to control your movements. You fluttered your eyes up at him. He was a sight to behold, with his head thrown back and his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he let out the most pornogrpahic groans you’ve ever heard.
You reached up to pump the length of his cock you couldn't fit in your mouth, and used the other to massage his balls. You were sure he was going to fall over the edge soon, his hot length twitching in your mouth.
“Fuck baby, fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna fill that dirty little mouth with cum baby, fuck,” he gritted out, his hands gripping your head and bobbing you faster on his cock before releasing his load into your throat. His salty cum coated your tongue as you released his cock.
“Show me,” he panted. You stuck out your tongue, painted white with his cum. He smiled, “Now swallow baby.”
You followed his directions, his warm cum coating your throat as you swallowed.
“Good girl” he cooed as you stuck out your tongue again to show him you did what he asked.
You giggled and smiled at his praise.
“Can you hand me the water baby?” you asked, voice raspy after his sudden (but welcome) assault on your throat.
“This one?” San asked, pointing to the glass on your nightstand. You nodded your head.
He handed you the glass, and you finished it in a few gulps.
“You didn’t leave any for me,” San commented. You looked up at him slightly confused. “Doesn’t matter, I know of something else I’d rather have anyway,”
“Wha…” you were cut off by your boyfriend picking you up and laying you on the bed, his soft lips trailing up your leg towards your sopping cunt.
“You’ve teased me for days sugar, its time I repay the favor,”
Authors Note: I hope ya’ll enjoyed! This is my first time writing anything with the intention of sharing it, and the first time ive written anything period in a long time lol. I really want to start writing more so please let me know if you have any requests!!
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"You're such a perv" Head Canon w Sister!Reader
A/N: Forgot I had even written this also haven’t looked at my replies or anything, so sorry for that I’ve just been doing an assignment that I have due in 2 days. But enjoy this in the mean time
Warnings: Perv! Aegon and Aemond. Non con. Dub con. Incest. Smut. Degradation. 18+
「︎ Aemond 」︎
It was a complete shock, finding Aemond on top of you in your bed.
You had only been taking a nap, the afternoon sun making you super tired. Next thing you know Aemond had woken you as he was sat between your legs. His hands cupped your tits as he sucked at the skin of your stomach.
"Aemond," you whimpered, wriggling away from him. You looked down, noticing the wet trail that covered your skin. Saliva coating your nipples and neck, purple marks already forming on the areas. "What's wrong with you?"
Aemond rolled his eyes, scoffing. "Don't be a fucking tease, you know you like it."
"You fucking perv," you hissed, trying to get off the bed but Aemond snatched you back down by your ankle.
"I was going to be nice," Aemond admitted, a dark laughter leaving his lips. He snapped off your pants and you could feel your juices clinging to it as it was pulled away. "But not now."
His palm slapped at your clit, making you whine and squirm. A few more slaps and you were limp and dripping onto your mattress.
Aemond pushed himself in with one full thrust, clamping his hand around your mouth to keep you quiet. "We don't want mum to hear. You don't want her to know that her daughter is a slut, do you?"
This had you clenching around him, pussy throbbing from his words.
"Especially for your big brother."
Your eyes rolled back, a muffled moan spilling from your lips as you came around his cock. Not even bothering to hide how good this was making you feel. Before you knew it, you were begging him to suck on your tits and eat you out, anything to have you cumming for him again
「︎ Aegon 」︎
For you this was nothing new, you knew Aegon had been stealing your underwear for a while. You knew this because your dirty underwear would go missing for a few days, only to return back mixed in with someone's else's washing. Of course your mother would blame herself, saying she must of got them mixed up again.
It was only when you found out what Aegon was doing with it, that you completely freaked out.
The one time you didn't think of boundaries, you found Aegon touching himself in his bed. His hand was wrapped around his dick, pumping it relentlessly with a piece of red material hanging between his fingers.
It was your lace panties.
"Aegon, you fucking perv," you yelled, making your way to storm out of his room. "I'm so telling mum what you've been doing."
But Aegon was fast, yanking you back by your hair and throwing you onto the bed.
You screamed at him, kicking at him as he tried to climb on top of you. "Mum," you shouted, pushing him away from you.
"No one's here, idiot," Aegon chuckled, ripping at your yoga pants. They were easy to tear apart as he ripped them down the middle, leaving the material hanging off of your legs. "You're not wearing any panties."
"Yeah because you stole them all," you hissed, whimpering as he pinned your legs down with his hands.
He grabbed the lube bottle from the side, squirting the cold liquid all over your bare pussy to get it wet. "This will have to do." Aegon slid his cock against your folds, ignoring your pleas as he pushed his body weight against you. His cock slapped at your clit, prodded your entrance and teased you for what felt the longest minute before he finally thrusted it in.
"No," you whined, biting on your bottom lip as he slid into your tight walls. "This isn't right."
Oh but you were moaning with in seconds as he rubbed his thumb against your clit, making sure to have you squirming underneath him until you came around his cock.
"You're such a tease, little sister. But don't worry I'll fuck the bratty nature out of you. Turn you into my whore."
From them on he wouldn't need to steal your panties as you would let him use your cunt whenever he wanted. But he still likes to take them, normally making sure to get you to soak them with your juices before he took them off of you.
#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen imagine#aemond targaryen smut#aegon targaryen x reader#aegon targaryen smut#aegon targaryen imagine
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leave it to me (peter maximoff x mutant!reader)
a/n: i forgot i wrote this last summer so here you go! it's literally just flirting + fluff
I layed in my room and watched the fan on my ceiling spin for the last 54 minutes. I wanted to rip my head open and take out my brain. I had so many things to do that i actually didn't know where to start. My room was a fucking mess, piles of clothes were everywhere. I had to sort out my thoughts after getting off the phone call with my mom. (It wasn't pleasant.) I had to get dressed since i was still laying in my underwear and black top. I was exhausted, because I couldn't sleep at all. Oh and i didn't do my homework, so Charles won't be happy about it.
But instead of doing any of that, i counted minutes and stared at the ceiling. Like a fucking genius. My powers were also occupying me— blue stripes sliding down my arms and floating around. They weren't completely useless in this situation—I could use my telekinesis to clean my room, but I was too lazy to even do that.
Nobody checked on me, which was kind of a relief at first, but now...I wanted somebody to help me. I had so many things to do I was beggining to think it's impossible.
"Open the dooooor," I heard distant voice from the other side. It was Peter. "You've been there for hours, come onnnn!"
Hours? That can't be possible. "I can't get uuuppppp," I returned in the same tone, smile spreading across my face. I loved being in his presence and I wanted nothing more than to open the fucking door, but there was a problem.
I didn't want him to see this mess.
"Use your powers, stupid." He shouted.
"Uhhh, I'm naked." I lied unsuccessfully. God, I'm so miserable.
"Now, that was just horrible." And he bursted through the doors. Despite not being fully naked I mentally slapped myself for not at least putting some clothes on. My head was hanging from the bed and i was looking at him upside down.
His eyes were filled with amusement, scanning my current position. I'd probably laugh at myself too.
"What's the problem here?" Then he added, "Besides the obvious..."
I thought I might cry. My eyes were burning. "God, I think I'm the worst student here." I put my hands over my face. "Look at this mess!" I showed around the room.
Worry covered his features ,"Hey, hey, hey! You're not the worst student. Here, I'll help you."
I wanted to hug him so bad. He was the sweetest person I've ever met, truly. But I still felt bad for not doing anything.
I wanted to get up, and help him, but he put his hands on my shoulders, "Leave it to me. Now watch."
Before I even got a chance to protest, he started cleaning everything up.
And for the next 5 seconds I watched him use his super speed, going from one corner to another, putting everything back in it's place. It was really something else.
My room was finally clean. Oh my God I could burst into tears.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I jumped from the bed and threw myself at him, hugging him like my life depended on it. He chuckled and hugged me back.
He whispered, " Now I wish i could also run through your mind, 'cause I know something's bothering you, but unfortunately, I can't." Even that made me smile.
"It's okay. My room being normal again is enough." I broke the hug, taking my papers that were due tomorrow. "I should probably get to—"
"Oh and I forgot to mention, while I was walking around, I accidentally heard Professor say something about this specific assignment..." He explained, taking the papers from me. Was he sent here to take care of my problems? I really wanted to know.
"No way. What's in it for you?" I asked suspiciously.
"I am in your room. I am talking to you. And you're asking what's in it for me?" He raised his eyebrows and I felt my neck burning.
"Well if i'm such a prize, you should come here more often." I meant it in a joking way, but it just sounded...wrong.
He smiled, "Oh, I will, don't worry."
#x men comics#x men first class#x men x reader#xmen#peter maximoff#peter maximoff x reader#quicksilver#evan peters fanfic#evan peters x reader#evan peters#ahs#ahs fanfic
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Something Better || Chapter 2: Familiar Grounds
Ghost x Reader x Soap
Fic is below the cut, please read Chapter 1 first if you haven't!! Please enjoy !!!
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Word Count: 4,500+
Warnings: guns and gunfire
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You stared at yourself in the mirror. Goddamn. You couldn’t remember the last time you looked at yourself. You looked like hell.
You had dark bags under your eyes from sleepless nights, your skin had a sickly tone due to lack of time outside and inconsistent meals, your once muscular arms had gone soft due to inactivity, and your eyes that once sparkled with life were dim and lackluster. You ran a hand through your hair, letting out a long sigh. You had a lot of work to do.
You called Laswell the next day, accepting the position. You could hear the smile on her face as she explained the next steps. As soon as you had completed your recovery, you would be under her jurisdiction for the next few months as she showed you the ropes. Then, you would be assigned a task force. Now, all you had to do was recover. Easy enough.
It was in fact, not easy. You thought bootcamp as tough, but this was just downright torture. Everyday, your nurses would push and bend your leg in a new, painful way. But you would show up everyday bright and early, eager for more. And every night you would collapse into bed, exhausted, your mind too tired to plague you with nightmares.
You got yourself to begin eating more, making sure to leave your plate practically spotless. Your nurse openly cried in front of you when she saw your clean plate.
Slowly but surely, your stamina was returning as well as your muscle definition. You were able to walk further everyday without assistance from a cane or a nurse, though you still had a noticeable limp. But eventually, you would have to resort to using your cane, though you wouldn’t admit it.
Two months pass, and your doctors declare that you’ve completed your recovery. The nurses who have been with you since day one decided to throw you a small party to celebrate, bringing in plates of snacks and drinks. You were happy to see them look at you without pity and sympathy, just joy and pride. The party was full of laughter and smiles, and occasionally a few tears. Especially from your personal nurse, who practically saw you as her child. Then, the day came for you to be discharged from the hospital.
“Now, just remember sweetie… I’ll always… I’ll always be here for you.” Her eyes well with tears once again and she chokes down a sob. You smile gently and nod. She breaks down and wraps you into a bone-crushing hug, being mindful of your lower back and leg. You awkwardly pat her back. She fans her eyes and takes a deep breath, before returning to helping you pack your few things. You walk out of your room, a content smile gracing your face. A different nurse walks with you to outpatient, as yours is currently being consoled by the others. You give her a grin and a wave goodbye, causing her to break down once again.
The nurse walks you to outpatient and you see Laswell waiting outside, leaning against her car. The nurse gives you a small hug and wishes you well. You thank her and return the thought, before turning and leaving the hospital for the first time in months. You take one step outside, and breathe in the fresh air. You take another step and-
“AH!” You cry out, a sharp, searing pain rips through your right leg. You would have collapsed to the ground if Laswell hadn’t caught you. And then you realized something. You forgot your fucking cane.
“You alright there, L/N?” Laswell asks, helping you stand up straight. You hiss through your teeth as your thigh begins to spasm painfully.
“...Yeah… Forgot my damn cane…” You mumble, slightly embarrassed. Right after those words leave your mouth, your nurse comes running out the doors, clutching your cane.
“I can’t believe you! Trying to leave without your cane! You should know better!” She chastises. You just have to stand there, clutching your returned cane, as your nurse chews you a new one. Laswell stands behind you, a small amused grin on her face. Eventually she calms down, and gives you another hug and kiss on the cheek.
“Be careful dear. I better not see you here again unless it’s to visit, alright?” You roll your eyes slightly and smile.
“Yes ma’am. Take care now.” You wave goodbye as Laswell opens the passenger side door for you. You see her hand move to take your cane for you, but stops herself. She rounds the car and gets in on the driver’s side as you tuck your cane next to your seat and pull yourself in. You throw your small bag of belongings in the back seat and buckle. Laswell takes off the emergency break.
“You ready to begin, L/N?” She says, turning her head towards you. Eyes full of determination, you nod. She smiles. “Alright. Let’s get started.”
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From that moment on, you spent nearly every single day by Laswell’s side. She assigned you classes to take, mission logs to read, training simulators, she even brought you to mission debriefs. She watched your progress closely, praising you when you completed an assignment, and correcting you where you messed up. After four months of training, she finally decided you were ready for your first official assignment.
“You’ll be assigned to one of our low stakes task forces to start off with. If you do well, you’ll be moved to higher stake task forces. Got it?” You gave Laswell a curt nod, taking in each and every word she said. You two were on your way to meet with the general to get your first mission before you met with the task force. Your cane hung around your arm. You didn’t want the general or the task force seeing you walking with it, even if you did have a noticeable limp.
The two of you reach the general’s office door. “Now, General Evans is just going to state the mission, it will be up to you to figure out how to accomplish it.” Laswell said, looking at you. You nodded in response. She gave you a nod back and knocked on the door.
“Enter.” Said the voice from inside. Laswell opened the door and the two of you stepped inside. General Evans was standing in front of his window, looking outside. He turned once the door closed and gave you both a smile. You straightened and saluted him, slightly hiding your cane behind your back.
“At ease, you must be Officer L/N, the retired vet, right?” General Evans stuck his hand out. You took it and he gave you a firm handshake.
“Yes, sir.” You replied. He smiled at you and gestured for the two of you to sit at the chairs in front of his desk. He took his place behind his desk and laced his fingers together.
“Alright, so, we’ve got some important intel at one of our bases in the Bahamas, but a local terrorist group has invaded it and claimed it as their own. So we’re sending task force 125 in to infiltrate and reclaim the base. It should be easy enough, the group isn’t large and won’t have the same gun power we have.” He explained. You listened intently, mind swimming with strategies and plans. You could see Laswell watching you out of the corner of your eye.
“Got all that, officer?” You nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, I expect this to be resolved by 0800 Friday. Dismissed.” You nod and stand, saluting the general once more before you and Laswell leave. Once outside the office, your leg trembles and you finally resort to using your cane for support. Laswell glances at you, but doesn’t say a word.
“Right, let’s go meet the task force.”She says. You nod and both take off down the hall, albeit slower than you would have liked due to your limp. The two of you head to the training room of the base. As you approach the door, you lean your cane against the wall and walk in without it. Laswell hesitates a moment, looking at your cane. But you’re already through the door.
There’s only one group in the training room today, that being task force 125. As you enter, you see the captain stop and look at you. He motions for his men to stop as well. You see that the team is decently sized, about 10 people including the captain. Laswell steps in behind you and stands at your side, arms behind her back.
“Well, you must be our new strategist, right?” The captain approaches you, almost sizing you up. He notes your posture, how you lean all your weight on your left leg. You think you hear him let out a huff. You straighten your back, much to its discomfort, and stick out your hand.
“Officer Y/N L/N. You must be Captain Fischer, or am I mistaken?” You say, eyes boring into his own. He hesitates slightly, before gripping your hand tightly and shaking it.
“...That I am. And behind me are my men. Get over here, boys!” Fischer turns his head and yells. His troop kind of awkwardly walks forward, and a handful salute you and Laswell. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Laswell’s eyes slightly narrow.
“Alright, here we have Privates Bradley, George, Stephenson, White, Foster, and Woods. Then it's Corporals Park, Garner, and Pittman. You got that, officer?” Captain Fischer says, a slight snark in his tone. You nod.
You know exactly what this team is like by just looking at them. During your years of service, you’ve encountered people like them before. They’re young, reckless, and think themselves unkillable. They’re egos are high because they’ve been placed in a task force. Little do they know, their task force is just the clean up crew. Compared to you, they’re just a bunch of rookies. But you know that you have to start somewhere in order to move up.
“Pleasure to meet you all. Now, let’s get started shall we?” You say, hands behind your back. You explain the mission to the team, word for word, exactly how General Evans gave it to you. You notice that they halfway listen, a couple of the privates eyeing you up and down.
“This mission should be easy in and out. I’ll have the plans ready by,” You glance down at your watch. “0200 this afternoon. By then, I expect you to be ready for debrief and packed for the plane that leaves by 0700. Copy?” You saw the Captain’s eyes roll slightly. But you didn’t let it bother you. You saw Laswell slightly smile next to you.
“Copy that. We’ll be waiting.” He says. You nod, and dismiss the team. They shamble away, glancing at each other, chuckling. You let out a breath you were holding and grit your teeth. Your leg had been throbbing the entire time, but you didn’t let it show. Laswell nudged your side. You looked over. She was holding out your cane to you.
You stood there for a second, then took it, gratefully leaning on it for support. “Thanks.” You say. When had she grabbed it for you?
“No worries. Now, let’s get you the intel you need for the mission.” And with that, you two took off back down the hall.
You spent the morning planning how the mission would go, considering every countermove, attack, even what the weather would be like. You double, triple, quadruple checked the intel you received, making sure it was 100% accurate. You wanted to prove yourself to Laswell and make sure this mission went smooth as butter.
Exactly at 0200, you met back with the task force. Though, you had to wait about 10 minutes longer for the entire team to show up. You went over the plans with them, detailing where they would infiltrate, where the intel was located, and where the enemies would be located. They half listened, occasionally yawning loudly. You ignored them. At least it wasn’t your ass going on the mission.
Later that day, Laswell walked with you to the black top to put you on the plane. Task force 125 was surprisingly on time and packing their things into the plane. You saw the captain look you up and down, taking in your cane, and whisper something to one of the corporals, smirking. You once again, ignored it. You and Laswell stopped in front of the plane.
She turned to you. “Alright, L/N. This is your first mission. Don’t mess it up now, understand?” You nodded. She patted you gently on the shoulder. Her eyes softened. “You’ve done good so far, now’s your chance to prove yourself, got it?” You gave her a smile, and nodded again. She glanced at the task force and back to you, then leaned down next to your ear. “Try not to let them bother you that much, they’re just a bunch of idiot rookies.” She whispered. You chuckled slightly.
“You got it, Laswell.” You said, a smile on your face. She returned the smile and patted your shoulder again.
“See you in a couple days, officer.” She said. You saluted her and she walked back into the base.
You took in a deep breath, and walked onto the plane, clutching your bag, cane clacking against the ground. You could see the soldiers eyeing you from the corner of your eye. You tried not to let the embarrassment build up in your gut.
The engines rumbled to life as you and the task force settled down. And the plane took off into the sunset. You hoped to God this mission would go as planned.
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“Fischer, what’s your status?” You said into the microphone, watching the body cam feed intently. You had landed in the Bahamas just a few hours ago, but there was no time for rest and relaxation, much to the team’s dismay. It was just past midnight, and you had shoved their asses right out into the field. You knew night missions tended to go smoother, as the enemy wouldn’t be expecting it. At least, from your experience they didn’t.
“Tired as hell, but moving forward.” He responded, a snarky tone to his voice.
“Copy that, keep proceeding, you’re about 1 click away from the base. Keep low to the ground, there’s a chance for night guards.” You said into the mic. Fischer grunted in response. You shuffled around the various screens, looking over your people’s shoulders. When you arrived, you were given a small team to help you monitor the task force’s radios and cameras. You listened to the idle chatter over the radios between the team’s members.
“Officer L/N, we’ve got visuals on the base.” Said a member of your group. You went over to him and looked at the camera. Private Stephenson had been the first to approach the base.
“Private, we’ve got a visual on the base, keep low and keep an eye out for guards.” You said to him. You heard him sigh.
“I’ve got it.” He replied, before inching closer to the building. You furrowed your brows. What the hell is he doing?
“Private, stand by, wait for the others to arrive.”
“I said I’ve got it. This shit’s easy as hell, I’ll be in and out, 2 minutes top.” Stephenson said.
You frowned and were about to start to order him to wait again, when you saw a glint of metal from his camera.
“Stephenson, get to the ground. Now.” You said, eyes fixed on the sniper rifle that was steadily aiming for his head.
“What, why?”
The rifle stopped, and you knew what was about to happen.
“Get on the fucking ground, NOW!” You yelled. Stephenson hesitated slightly, but dropped to the ground right as bullets whizzed past his head. You gritted your teeth. The fucking idiot just alerted the base to their presence.
“Goddammit Stephenson, you just let the whole base know you’re here.” You grumbled on the radio. He said something back, but you had already switched back to Fischer’s channel.
“Keep to the trees, Stephenson was kind enough to let the group know you were coming. Expect more targets to leave the base. They’ll be looking for you.” You said, pinching the bridge of your nose. Bunch of idiots… Your team was never like this… You stopped that train of thought before it could continue.
“Roger that.” Replied Fischer. You watched as the team slowly approached the edge of the treeline, a couple retrieving Stephenson from the edge. You and the team watched carefully as members from the terrorist group exited the building, just like you said, looking around. You scoffed slightly at their weapons. General Evans was right, they wouldn’t stand a chance against what you had. But they had the advantage now of expecting the team, and you could tell they weren’t going to be scared off easily.
“Let’s just go in, guns blazing.” Said Corporal Garner.
“Negative, they’re expecting you now, you’ve lost the element of surprise. They’re weapons may not be the best, but they have the advantage right now. Remember, they outnumber you, it’s 10 against 20. Best course of action is to lure a handful into the woods and take them out.” You said, watching the targets scan the treeline.
Fischer scoffs. “Please, we’re better trained than them, we can take them.” You see him get ready to charge, along with the others. You grit your teeth, and your team looks at you with apprehensive eyes.
“Do. Not. Engage. You’re going to get your shit rocked. Lure a handful of them into the woods and take them out with your knives.” You say, attempting to keep your cool.
Fischer straight ignores you. You hold your head in your hands as you watch them charge out into the open. Gunshots echo through the radios and you watch the screens, your face set into a deep scowl. Just as you said, the team is quickly overwhelmed and are forced to take cover behind a couple fallen trees.
“Captain, we’re taking on too much fire! What do we do?” Yells Corporal Park. You stand there, waiting for Captain Fischer to respond. He doesn’t, and in the silence you can tell he’s panicked as hell.
“Captain. I’m going to say this slowly so it gets through your thick fucking skull. Throw one of your smoke bombs at the targets. Once the smoke has filled the area, you, Park, Garner, and Pittman charge and take down as many targets as you can with your knives. Do not use your guns, they’ll be able to see the flash and hear the sound, alerting them to your location. Before the smoke clears, enter the building and have the rest of the team shoot down the rest of the targets. Retreive the intel and get your fucking asses back to base. Copy?” You say, voice low. You couldn’t help but let some of the venom enter your voice as you spoke. Your team was looking at you apprehensively.
Fischer was silent for a moment. “Roger that.”
“Good. Now begin.” You replied. You watched as he executed your plan. He threw the smoke bomb, and as soon as smoke filled the area, he, Park, Garner, and Pittman jumped over the fallen tree and sliced down at least half of the targets. They slipped through the open door and Fischer motioned for the others to begin shooting. Gunshots rang out through the night air as they stepped through the base.
“Keep your guns up, the base could still have targets inside.” You say through the radios. Fischer, Pittman, Garner, and Park reply with a curt ‘Copy’. Right after they replied, a terrorist jumped into the hall with a gun, but was quickly shot. They inch down the hall, towards the intel room. Finally, they entered and quickly found the intel you were looking for.
“Good. Now get your asses back here.” You say. You get a quick ‘Roger that’, and watch as they exit the building. The rest of the team have already taken care of the targets, their bodies splayed out on the ground. You huff and take off your headset. You gently set it onto the table, an attempt to appear you’ve kept your cool. But you and your team both know that it’s just a ruse. You were fucking pissed.
Your boots clamped on the ground, your cane clacking angrily on the concrete floor as you tore down the hallway, people quickly getting out of your way as you rushed past them. Your right leg was screaming at you for the harsh speed, but you didn’t care. You had a score to settle.
You arrived outside right as the task force returned. They looked nervous and as soon as they saw your figure striding towards them, scared. Captain Fischer stepped forward, mouth open to speak. The only sound he let out was a small cry as you hooked your cane around his knee and tugged, causing him to fall. You grabbed his collar before he hit the ground, getting him down to your level. You brought your face close to his.
“Listen here you ignorant, egotistical prick. I don’t give two fucking shits if you like me or not, but you do not ignore a direct order, do you understand me?” You savored the fear in his eyes. He swallowed and gave you a single nod. You loosened the grip on his collar and let him fall to his knees. You glared at the team around you, they shrunk under your gaze.
“You all could have died tonight because you decided you were more intelligent and experienced than me. You’re fucking lucky I didn’t leave you all out to dry out there. I know you think you’re better than me because you’re faster, stronger. But let me tell you something.” You leaned forward, your voice low. “You disobey an order again, and I’ll fuck you up so bad they won’t know which side is your ass and which is your head. Am I clear?” The team hesitated a moment and let out mumbles of ‘yes’s and ‘okay’s. You scowled once again.
“When I say, ‘Am I clear?’ I expect a fucking ‘Yes, Officer.’ Now, once again, AM I CLEAR SOLDIERS!?” You yelled, posture straight, feet apart, arms behind your back. The team stands stiff as boards, and salute.
“YES, OFFICER!” They yelled in unison. You sigh, looking at all of them. You hold out a hand to the Captain, who’s still kneeling. He hesitantly takes it and you pull him to his feet.
“Good, now get the hell out of my face. We’re leaving by 0900 so get some rest.” They scurry away, the Captain hesitating slightly, looking at you, before he ran off. Once they’re gone, you let out a gasp and clutch your right leg. It was killing you the entire time, but the anger had thankfully sheltered you from the pain. For a bit at least. You hobbled back inside and made your way to your assigned quarters.
You closed your door and leaned against it, savoring the darkness of your room. You had a headache coming on, and you were thinking about the mission. You pulled out your phone and texted Laswell.
You put your phone back into your pocket, not expecting a response. You shambled over to your bed and collapsed in it, exhausted. You weren’t going to worry about changing. Your eyes began to drift close, when you felt a buzz. You quickly pulled out your phone again.
You smiled at your phone. Setting it on your nightstand, you rolled over and pulled your blankets up to your chin. Letting out a sigh, you drifted off to sleep.
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After that mission, task force 125 treated you with respect. They executed every order you gave them as effortlessly as possible, and listened intently to your debriefs. You worked with them for about 2 months, before Laswell transfers you to another task force. You’re surprised when the team wishes you well, Captain Fischer giving you a hearty handshake as a goodbye.
For the next 6 months, you bounce between task forces, each one providing a new and more intense challenge from the last. You plan, strategise, and give orders effortlessly. You’ve had no casualties in any of the teams you’ve worked with. You began to develop a sort of reputation as this incredible strategist, the one who got things done without losing men. Eventually, you developed a codename, Harbinger.
Even with your reputation, you still couldn’t escape the judgemental gazes of the teams you worked with. Their eyes would immediately be drawn to your cane, to your limp. You could tell they wanted to ask, but no one ever did. You never gave them the chance.
One day, as you wrapped up a mission with your latest task force, 326, Laswell entered the intel room where you were monitoring the team's return.
“Oh, Laswell, nice to see you. What are you doing here?” You ask, turning away from the screens. She came to your side, and you saw her clutching a folder. She smiled at you and handed over the folder. You gave her a curious look, and opened the folder. Inside were four documents. You skimmed through them. They were files of the soldiers, John Price, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, John ‘Soap’ Mactavish, and Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. Your eyes widened slightly. These were the members of task force 141. You looked back at Laswell, who was smiling.
“You’re being transferred to task force 141 with me, L/N. This is your last mission with 326. Tomorrow we’re flying over to Greece where they’re stationed to meet them.” She said. Your jaw dropped. You’re going to be task force 141’s strategist, along with Laswell. The task force 141. You’ve heard the rumors about them, about their strength, resilience, and teamwork. They all moved together as one, and were considered unstoppable. You’d heard what they did with the Hassan mission. You studied their debriefs intently. And you were about to meet them.
“Are… Are you serious? Do you think I’m ready?” You ask. As excited as you are to work with such a strong team, you can’t help but feel a bit apprehensive. Are you skilled enough to be trusted with the lives of these soldiers?
“I’m certain of it. This is what I’ve been training you to do, remember? Since day one I’ve been wanting you on the team, but the higher ups wanted to be certain you were ready. You’ve proven to be more than skilled enough to work with task force 141.” Laswell says, smiling at you. You look back at the folder in your hands, thinking.
You look back at Laswell, determination present in your eyes. “What time do we leave?”
She smiles.
“That’s more like it.”
You hand her back the folder, and the two of you leave the room. You can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings to the table.
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Hiiii !!! I wanted to thank yall for your support of this series !!! Ive never had so much fun writing something before !!! Next chapter we'll see our task force 141 boys!!! Have a wonderful day !!! Ciao !!! <3
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I FIGURED OUT THE THING-
Anyways, may I request a Draken x skateboarder male reader? Specifically a fluff fic please!
I do hope you enjoy~!
Title: Drinks for Two
Characters: Draken x Skateboarder!m!Reader
Contains: fluff <3
Fandom: Tokyo Revengers
Full request below the cut
All characters are 18+
MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI
(This may not be smut, but I still want the above to be followed)
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"Yo! Kenny~!"
Rolling up to Draken, who was sitting on a park bench with his phone, you slowly looped around him, maintaining perfect balance on your skateboard despite your hands in your pockets as you faced him with a dopey grin. You had to turn forward to gently kick up for speed, but you kept the trick going. "Fancy seeing you here~"
"I texted you," Draken chuckled, sliding his phone away as he carefully watched your dizzying trick. "You even responded to it."
"Oohhh right!" You stopped your board, taking your phone out as if you genuinely forgot. "I did!"
With a huffed chuckle, Draken stood up, hands in his pockets as you stopped in front of him on your board. "So, ready to go?"
You stepped off your board, kicking it up into your hand as you confirmed. "All set!"
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The coffee shop was bustling, but that didn't stop you two from getting your coffees and sitting outside in the spring weather. The two of you discussed different things, from Draken informing you of how Mikey has been, to you telling of a dream where your favorite fictional character stole your cup ramen while you weren't looking.
The two of you had been quite busy since your last date, with Draken helping Mikey with the gang and you focused on your college studies, you two had at least agreed to put time aside today to have a lunch date starting with coffee.
"So how are those studies?" Draken asked, sipping his slightly sweetend beverage.
After taking a sip of your drink, you groaned, sitting back in your seat. "I have an assignment due online in a couple days, but I swear that teacher didn't cover any of those questions in class! He gave us one formula to use, but the assignment has something else completely!"
Draken chuckled, looking over at you with a smile. "Can't you just search those questions? I heard there's websites that the teachers actually rip from."
It was like you were given the grace of God herself, sitting up faster than you slouched back. "You're kidding..."
"Nope. I've heard if you put the question into a search engine, usually the first two results or so should take you to a site where the whole assignment is. They should have the answers on them, and some should show the work so you should be able to copy from that if you really need to."
Dramtically, you placed your torso on the table arms extended as if you were bowing, careful to avoid your coffee. "I owe you my education." Draken couldn't help but rest a hand on his chin, propping himself up on his elbow as he gazed down at you with such admiration. When he didn't say anything, you slowly sat up, feeling a bit awkward from his gaze. "Wh-What are you looking at?"
"I'm looking at this adorable, one brain cell having guy before me," he replied.
Feeling a blush creep up on your face, you furrowed your brows, hiding your face behind a sleeve as you gazed away. "Sh-Shut up. You don't mean that..."
"That you have one braincell?"
"That...I'm adorable." Let's be real, you never really minded his playfully teasing nicknames for you. It was whenever he complimented you that felt like a lie.
"Okay, then not adorable. But...you're so cool, so badass. I mean, look at you." At this point, you were fiddling with the hem of your beanie, eyes darting back and forth between him and at something nondescript in the distance. "You have this style that's just...wow. And your skating tricks? Down right incredible. How on earth did I get so lucky to snag someone as cool as you?"
This praise was just too much but...you weren't complaining either. You had to admit, that despite your feelings whenever he called you "adorable", you always felt this sense of pride when he complimented other aspects of you. Though this was almost like an overload but in a good way.
You tugged your beanie down in front of you, mostly to hide the red that was trying to spread on your face. "H-Hey! Isn't the sushi place opening soon?! W-We should get going s-so we can get a good seat."
Draken chuckled as he finished off his coffee, tossing it into the nearby trashcan from where he sat before standing and heading off. "Yeah, c'mon, you tomato."
"I-I'm not a tomato!" you argued, quickly following him before dropping your board to the ground and hopping on it, rolling past him with a shit eating grin that read "race ya!"
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Five times Mycroft hated sewing and the one time he didn't!
I know, I know!
A BBC Sherlock FanFic in the year of "We've buried that show years ago, Donna! What the fuck?!"
But I got such a lovely prompt from a friend (I did specify this fandom, but only because I forgot the only other fandom we share. Which isn't that much less... controversial, I guess xD)
Also, I love Mycroft, in any iteration I have watched or read, but especially this one! So enjoy ^^
1. A Toy
As so many things in his life, Mycroft's forays into sewing started with Sherlock. The baby brother had been announced a few weeks ago and the due date was looming ever so closer!
He had tried to find the perfect gift for the child to be born, but nothing was perfect enough in his mind. No matter, he was Mycroft Holmes! Genius par excellence! He would just make one himself!
A small stuffy would be child's play for him! (If Mycroft cared about puns, he would have congratulated himself for this one!)
A few weeks, multiple meters of fabric and a few bags of stuffing later, the young redhead stood at the side of the bassinet that held the screaming, unhappy brother he would care for deeply!
As well as a small misshapen lump of fabric, Mycroft would for ever deny was made by him.
2. A costume
Despite popular opinions and rumours, spread by jealous little brothers, Mycroft was never too big as in too high in weight for the costumes of the school play! He was simply too high in... height.
So, when the theatre group was planning the show and all the costumes had to be made, he foolishly agreed to make his own, to lighten the burden of his classmates. It was always beneficial to be a good sport in group projects, after all.
So he found himself once more in front of fabric and thread, but this time accompanied by a sewing machine.
After more unsuccessful versions than he'd like to remember, the Holmes' housekeeper took pity on him and not just helped him to conceal the crimes to fashion, but also with the final costume.
Even years later, his peers liked to comment on his talents not just being mental, but being skilful hands as well!
3. A brother
Now, this one could be considered cheating, or waxing poetics, about a young brother, with too much mind and more importantly too much heart and not enough guard rails, because those chafe and burn.
But it isn't, because before the rehabs and the dealers being scared off and found and removed, there was an accident, a thief, a knife and a first aid kit. Mycroft doesn't like to remember it, the warmth, the red, the urgency! (The fear, oh god, the pure terror!) But the man was arrested, disappeared, honestly, and the brother safe in a cage, to try and get him back. But at least Sherlock was alive enough to rebel at that!
4. A skirt
Now, this one wasn't as bad, frustrating or horrifying as the others. All things considered, the objective had been cleared, so having to sew up Anthea's skirt, that got ripped during the assignment, one of the last he had to fulfil before rising up into the more strategic areas of his job, was of almost no importance or consequence. Except for the fact that it got ripped while defending him from the very talented operative in possession of the file they were after. Even with his shoddy job of it, due to the fact he hadn't touched a needle and thread in years, she was presentable enough that they wouldn't stand out in public.
Anthea gave him a travel kit for the promotion. It was overwhelmingly sentimental! (It had it's fixed place in every briefcase!)
5. A coat
After the absolute mess of things on the roof of St. Barth's, Mycroft held his brother's coat in his hands. During the commotion on the pavement, someone must have ripped it, trying to get to Sherlock. (An army doctor, trying frantically to reach his best friend, the focal point of his life.)
With the ruse being pulled off and a man left devastated and another in the lion's den, all that remained was a ripped coat. The outer layer ripped and the inner lining soiled with blood and other fluids in order to shatter beliefs.
So Mycroft went to work, meticulously cleaning and repairing the coat, except for one gash....
+1. A coat Part Two
… that one he finished on the way to get his baby brother home, back to his family, where he belonged.
By now, Mycroft had enough practice to make the coat look undamaged, and the relief he felt, when Sherlock slipped it one and stormed out in a strut, to mock John for his moustache, he pondered if maybe it would be a worthwhile endeavour after all...
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Drunken Mishap {HS} Pt.2
read pt.1 here
warnings: angst, mutual pining, cursing.
alright I hope you enjoy this, I suck at writing part 2′s.
word count: 3.2K
I groan as my alarm goes off waking me up for the day. I swear I don’t remember setting an alarm this early. Brooke groans being woken up as well and I smack my phone seeing the time is 10:30 am. I groan shoving a pillow over my face to go back to sleep but that's interrupted by our door being slammed open.
“Wakey wakey sleeping beauties” Niall announces and Brooke and I both groan and I push the pillow further into my face.
“Go away,” I mumble through the pillow and Brooke lets out a small hum of agreement. A body lands on top of me and I let out a breath of air at the sudden pressure put on me.
“Get off!” I yell throwing my pillow off my head and smacking the body on top of me. I see Harry on top of me and everything from last night hits me at once and I push myself away from Harry.
“Get out both of you. We’ll meet in the common room in ten.” I mumble avoiding eye contact and any interaction with Harry.
“Fine but if you’re not in there we’ll be back,” Niall says heading out of my room and Harry is still sitting on my bed. I look at him and roll my eyes.
“That means you leave too,” I tell him and he looks at me with a somber expression.
“Can’t we talk?” He asks and I scoff shaking my head.
“No, I don’t want to talk to you now go,” I demand and he drops his head getting off my bed and I flop back down onto my bed.
“Close the door!” I yell and a couple of seconds later I hear the door shut. I pop my head up and look at Brooke seeing she’s already looking at me.
“Why are you mad at Harry?” She asks and I let out a sigh.
“We got into an argument about the guy I made out with and I snapped at him and said that he had no control over me because he’s not my boyfriend and how come when he goes and makes out with random girls it’s okay but when I do it it’s not okay and he had the audacity to call me a whore and tell me that no one wants to be with me if I keep doing this shit.” I summarize the argument to Brooke and she lets out a gasp.
“What the fuck! That’s so not cool at all!” She nearly yells and I nod my head.
“Yup. I’m just going to ignore him right now I just need time to think.” I tell her and she nods her head telling me she understands. There's banging on our door and we groan knowing our time is up. Niall yells at us opening the door and I know it’s time to face the beast.
“Shut up! We’re up what do you want?” I ask him and a smile plasters his face.
“What do you mean what do I want? It’s time for our family breakfast. Did you hit your head? Are you feeling okay?” Niall starts shooting questions at me and places his hand all over my face feeling my temperature. I smack his hand away moving away from him.
“Stop it! I just forgot.” I explain and he lets out a huff.
“We were supposed to leave 10 minutes ago hurry up both of you,” Niall tells us and I give him a salute and he leaves closing the door.
Brooke and I get ready and we both look in the mirror and I nearly laugh at how different our outfits are. Brooke is wearing a granny sweater with blue jeans with Doc Martens while I’m wearing a black crop top with light blue ripped skinny jeans and blue and white checkered Vans. We head out into the common room and Niall and Harry are waiting by the front door. Niall lets out a sigh when we emerge.
“Let’s go.” Niall pushes us all out the door and I take the lead walking towards the dining hall. Harry is right next to me and I don’t bother talking or acknowledging him and I listen to Niall and Brooke’s conversation about an assignment they have due in their shared class. I hear a huff come from Harry and I almost ask him what's wrong but I stop myself.
I feel my heart break a little bit every time I don’t do something I normally wouldn’t think twice about doing. We get to the dining hall and we all get our food, we decided to eat here so we find a table in the corner that fits all of us. I sit next to Niall and Brooke sits across from me leaving Harry in front of Niall. We all dig into our food making small conversation about what we each planned to do today.
Everyone wants to hang out but I just want to be alone so I tell them that I’m going to do homework in the honors lounge and they all nod in understanding. When we get back to the room I grab my bag and Harry speaks up stopping me before I leave.
“If it’s dark and you want me to come get you from the library just text me.” He tells me and I shake my head.
“I’ll be fine no need to worry about me,” I say not bothering to look at him as I leave the dorm. I feel bad that I’m prolonging this but I just can’t wrap my head around how those words flowed out of him like it was second nature. I can’t help but think that maybe he’s thought this about me for a while and last night was just the perfect opportunity for the words to come out.
I take in a deep breath trying to will the tears away until I can get in private. I make my way to the honors lounge in the library and lock myself into one of the private study rooms and I throw myself onto the chair. I open my laptop in front of me and the wallpaper makes me break.
It’s a collage of photos of Harry and me from freshman year to senior year. I run my eyes over each photo and I cry for the girl in the photo. She has no idea that the boy standing beside her is going to break her. I let the tears flow as I think back to every interaction I’ve had with a guy that Harry was there for and if maybe I should’ve known that this would happen.
All I can come up with are the times I turned to Harry after my last couple of boyfriends had broken up with me because I wouldn’t sleep with them and Harry was there to comfort me and reassure me. It fucking sucks that Harry is the one that hurt me and all I want is for him to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be okay.
A loud sob escapes my chest and I throw my hand over my mouth trying to quiet it as I lean forward curling into myself as the sobs escape my throat. I cry until I physically can’t anymore and my eyes and chest hurt from being overexerted. I take a few moments to calm myself down, taking gulps of air in as I catch my breath. I check the time and see hours have passed from when I left the room and I’ve received a couple of texts from my roommates.
Brooke asked if I wanted to come join them to get food, Niall asked if I wanted him to bring me food, and Harry texted me to tell me to eat something and that he can still come pick me up from the library.
A small smile graces my face at the fact that I was able to find friends that truly cared for me and I know I can’t keep putting this conversation with Harry off for much longer. I wipe my face with the bottom of my shirt and I leave the honors lounge heading into the library and seeing that it’s dark outside.
I let out a breath when I see a person standing by the door and I recognize it as Harry. I guess this conversation is going to happen a lot sooner than I thought. He perks up when he notices me and immediately opens the door when I walk over to him. I thank him and the cold air hits my body and I let out a small shiver.
“Here. I figured you forgot your jacket.” He speaks up handing me a sweatshirt that he was holding.
“Thanks,” I mumble grabbing his sweatshirt and putting it on. I’m immediately wrapped in his scent of vanilla. We walk for a minute in silence and I clear my throat.
“Why did you come?” I ask him looking at him and he lets out a sigh looking over at me.
“I just didn’t want you walking by yourself in the dark, it would kill me if something happened to you because you were mad at me.” He explains his voice is scratchy and I can see his eyes are red. It's an unspoken agreement that we are both hurt over the words said last night. We walk in silence to the dorm and when we get to our room I stop outside the door making him pause.
“We should talk,” I mumble and he agrees, opening the door and holding it for me. I throw my bag in my room muttering a greeting to Niall and Brooke before I walk out and head down the small hallway to Harry’s room.
Harry is pacing the small space in between his and Niall's bed and he looks up at me when I close the door. We stare at each other not saying anything as we try to figure out the words we want to say. I walk closer to Harry and he looks down at me as I stand right in front of him. I take a deep breath in before starting.
“What you said yesterday really hurt me. You had no right to call me a whore because you were mad that I called out your double standards.” I state my voice firm and unwavering. Harry flinches when I say whore and he looks down at me with guilt and sorrow filling his eyes.
“I know. Sorry doesn’t even cover how horrible I feel for saying that to you.” He mutters shamefully and I let out a sigh jumping onto his bed because standing feels like a lot of work right now.
“What made you even think that you had the right to say that to me?” I ask him genuinely wanting to know why he said those words. He looks conflicted before he sighs shaking his head.
“I- I don’t know.” He stutters out and I let out a scoff.
“Seriously?” I ask looking at him my eyes widened.
“You don’t fucking know why you called me a whore and how no one is going to want to be with me if I’m a whore.” I state bewildered that he won’t tell me anything.
“I- I can’t explain it.” He stutters again and I feel tears start prickling my eyes. They aren’t tears of sadness, they’re tears of anger. One thing that everyone close to me knows that when I get really really angry I cry and that means that they’ve fucked up.
“Seriously Harry! You’re going to stick with the I don’t know why I said what I said story instead of fucking admitting why you said that shit! I know you like the back of my fucking hand and you never say anything you don’t fucking mean so tell me why the fuck you said that!” I scream at him as the tears flow down my cheeks and Harry truly knows he’s fucked up. He doesn’t say anything instead he just stares at me and I’m over it.
“You know how fucked up I am because of guys. You have been there to hold and console me after guys broke up with me because all they wanted from me was my body and I wouldn’t give that to them. So you didn’t need to remind me that every time I find myself slightly attracted to another guy they probably only want me for my body and they won’t want me for who I really am.” I grit out between my teeth and I get ready to jump off his bed to leave but his hands plant themselves on my thighs stopping me. I pause and look from his hands to his face and he’s already staring straight into my eyes.
“You’re right Y/N.” He starts, taking in a deep breath before continuing.
“I had no right to say that, especially after everything we’ve been through.” Tears start falling down his face and I drop my eyes down to his hands which are pulsing on my thighs. It hurts to see us both so torn up over this.
“I don’t know how to explain what I did without exposing something that I swore I’d never tell you.” He picks up his hands dragging them across his face and dropping them to his side.
“Please Harry. I need to know.” I whisper using the last of my energy on him.
“I was jealous.” He starts and my head shoots up and I’m about to go off on him again but he stops me by putting his hand up.
“I know it sounds horrible that I said that to you because I was jealous but it’s the truth.” He explains and I let out a scoff going to jump off again but he places his hands on either side of me caging me in.
“I was jealous that he got to do what I’ve been wanting to do for years.” He admits whispering in my ear and I feel myself freeze.
“W-what?” I stutter feeling my cheeks flush and my body heat up.
“I was jealous that this guy you’ve maybe seen around campus once and talked to for 30 seconds got to kiss you and hold you when I have been here for 4 years and never once got to kiss you when all I’ve wanted to do was kiss you and call you mine,” Harry admits to me looking me dead in the eyes and I feel my breath catch. My mind is running rampant with thoughts that I can barely focus on one and I feel my chest tightening.
Harry sees my panic and takes my face in between his hands holding me still as he instructs me to breathe with him. I focus on his eyes as I try to match my breathing to his and I let out a small cry.
Harry pulls me into him as I break again. He rubs my back with his hand as his other holds my head to his chest. I listen to his beating heart and feel his chest vibrate as he shushes me. When I calm down enough Harry pulls me away from his chest and looks me in the eyes.
“The words I said to you I should’ve never said, there is no amount of words to express how sorry I am that those words came out of my mouth, I have never once thought you were a whore or that no one would want to be with you because for god's sake all I want is you.” He speaks again and I nod my head understanding his words.
“I think about you all day every day. Every time I see you it feels like my heart is going to burst out of my chest. Every time you cry or are hurt I hurt with you, it hurts me to see you upset because you deserve only happiness. You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met and you’re all I want. Not want need. I need you Y/N.” Harry begins crying again as he admits his deepest feelings to me and I let out a small laugh dropping my head.
The balls in my court. I either break our hearts and end this friendship, or I take the risk and hope that we work out. I look up again and our eyes say everything.
“I need you to Harry,” I admit flicking my eyes between his and he lets out a sigh of relief pulling me into him. Thinking back we always acted like we were more than friends, we were always there for each other no matter what was going on and often we were quite possessive over one another when it came to other guys and girls in our friendship.
Harry pulls back staring into my eyes and one of his hands comes up cupping my jaw as his thumb rubs up and down my cheek lightly and the other holds onto my waist keeping me in place. One of my hands rests on the nape of his neck and the other tangles into the curls on the back of his head.
Our eyes roam each other's faces flicking from our eyes to our lips and neither of us wants to make the first move. I take in a shaky breath before speaking the words that could make or break us.
“Kiss me please,” I whisper unsure and Harry’s eyes widen slightly in surprise before a smile breaks across his face. He readjusts his hand on my jaw as he leans in. I close my eyes and his forehead touches mine his lips barely grazing mine. I let out a shaky breath as he speaks to me his lips brushing against mine with every word.
“If we do this, there’s no going back because I won’t be able to.” I nod my head against his and whisper out a shaky yes as I wait for him to make the move. His lips ever so lightly press against mine and I immediately respond to his kiss. His lips are soft and he tastes like mint. He pulls away so only his forehead is touching mine and we both release a breath. I open my eyes and see he’s already looking at me.
“I’m in love with you Y/N L/N. Have been since we first met.” He mumbles against my lips and I let out a sigh of relief.
I admire him for a second before speaking the words that I’ve been wanting to tell Harry for years, “I’m in love with you too Harry.”
He immediately presses his lips to mine after the words come out of my mouth. This kiss is making up for all the times we’ve wanted to kiss and chickened out. It’s making up for all the times we’ve watched each other get hurt by other guys and girls and never said anything. It’s making up for everything. His grip tightens on my waist as he pulls away from the kiss again and we are left catching our breath.
“I could do this forever.” He whispers and I open my eyes to look at him as I smile. His eyes are shining with happiness and I’m sure mine are as well.
“Yeah, forever sounds good.”
A/N: there we go, if you want me to write anything you can request it, i’m down to write pretty much anything, otherwise I’ll just post when I get inspiration which varies.
#harry styles#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles imagine#harry styles angst#harry styles and y/n#harry styles au#harry styles fluff#frat harry
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fun fact be me three years ago have 3000 word summary / breakdown / analysis midterm on play. procrastinate write it all in the last 4 hours before its due submit @ 11:58 go to bed content and at peace with the world.
6 weeks later outlook goes Ding while i'm breaking down a crape myrtle in the backyard . prof has ripped out my jugular, "essay contains extensive evidence of plagiarism".
die instantly. freak out. generally no longer at peace with anything ever. dress up drive hours to prof's campus violently ill within 24 hrs of first receiving the email
omw there, outlook goes Ding while we're pulling off the highway. prof has replied to my "okay what would you have me do" email with "come see me during my office hours bring rough drafts of your work and any sources you may have referenced"
>did not reference any sources , entire essay was just interpretive prose on the subject from the stressed vacancy of my mind
>cant even remember reading the play or even Writing the essay very much at all: it was 6 WEEKS ago and id written it all in one sitting while drowning in just-starting-3k-word-midterm-due-in-4-hours insanity
>having written it all in one sitting, what else do i not have: Any Rough Drafts. At All
i do not reply to the email.
be me walk into prof office with no sources rough drafts or really any knowledge in ur brain about the topic you wrote your midterm about because you forgot it all within .2 seconds of hitting the submit button.
"i saw in your email you mentioned bringing in rough drafts - i dont have rough drafts. i wrote it all in one sitting"
"you. wrote it all... in one sitting."
"yes"
needless to say he throttled me for not citing any sources on a midterm (though through the whole conversation i was knawing on my tongue to refrain from pointing out that i merely Had no sources to cite). and then gave me an 105 on the assignment.
cite your sources kids
I would post this with a funny meme of looking shocked but also last minute panicked writing with no sources is a thing I'm almost sure I've done, good on you for making it work
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Late Night Talking
We've been doin' all this late night talkin'
'Bout anythin' you want until the mornin'
Now you're in my life
I can't get you off my mind
leeknowxreader
2k words
(fluff and angst a little but not really)
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2:24 am
unknown: so when do you want to work on the project
you: ummm who is this?
unknown: lee minho? from creative writing?
unknown: sorry just kinda figured you saved my number when i wrote it down…
you: omg sorry :/ i totally forgot to do that
you: but dude the project just got assigned today and it’s not due until a month from now…
unknown: well technically it was assigned yesterday
you: ya know that leads me to my next thought
you: why are you awake at 2 am???🤨
unknown: why are YOU awake at 2 am?
you: touche
unknown: i have a lot of things outside of that class so i just want to get this project done
unknown: so when do you want to work on it?
unknown: hello???
unknown: QUICKLY!!!!
you: holy cow calm down my guy. i was brushing my teef
you: and ur the one with a life outside of class
you: what days are you free🙄
unknown: lets meet at the library on friday at 3. does that work for you?
you: yes sir🤑
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11:14 pm
lee minho from class: you left your sweater in the library
you: now why didn’t you tell me when i was walking out🤨
lee minho from class: i didnt notice until after you left
you: and you just remembered at 11:15 at night…
lee minho from class: i forgot about it. I stuffed it in my bag when i left cause i had to catch my bus
you: hmmm sure
lee minho from class: ?
you: i seen you eyeing it when we were writing
lee minho from class: if youre suggesting that i want to steal your sweater, youre wrong
you: yea sure i believe you
lee minho from class: i dont want your sweater y/n.
you: geez a name drop😟you must really not want it
you: what is it about my sweater that repulses you minho?
you: the little puffy sheep?
you: the yellow sleeves?
you: the cropped fit?
lee minho from class: im just gonna bring it to class on monday.
you: i- ok
~
3:58 am
you: do owls live in nests?
you: minho?
you: i know youre awake🙄
you: u dont sleep
you: minnie~
minho: ok first of all never call me minnie ever again
minho: second of all im not google
minho: third of all why are you awake and wondering?
you: ok mr points😒 you caught me😒 i was bored and i knew you’d be awake to entertain me😒
you: so…
minho: so what?
you: ENTERTAIN ME!
minho: how?
you: idk send pics
minho: HUH???
you: NO
you: OF YOUR CATS
you: YOU HAVE CATS DON’T YOU?
you: i saw your lock and home screen. sorry for assuming😔
minho: oh yeah. i have 3 cats sooni, doongi, and dori
you: send pics dude.
minho: here.
minho: *insert pics of 3 cats*
you: awwwww so cute
minho: do you have any pets?
you: i used to have a hamster
minho: used to?
you: yea… he passed
you: rip cedric the entertainer😔🙏����
minho: interesting name
you: i was obsessed with madagascar when i was younger
minho: the island?
you: the movie?
minho: never seen it
you: 😧😧😧😧
you: WHHAAAAATTTT
you: we gotta watch it
minho: together?
you: i-
you: well not together
you: unless you want to
you: haha
you: …
you: um well. my my my would you look at the time. gotta wake up early for class
minho: goodnight y/n
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12:47 am
minnie: i cant believe you know the loud menace
you: who? jisung?
you: its kinda hard not to know him
minnie: yea but thats really just a facade. hes actually pretty shy
you: honestly i can tell
you: in class most days hes on 10 but every once in a while he might be at a 4 or 6
you: but whenever im with him we’re both at a solid 8
minnie: yea your personalities seem to match quite nicely
minnie: you’d probably get along with changbin and hyunjin. their both loud and annoying like jisung
you: geez minho, arent these people your FRIENDS
minnie: they’re leeches
minnie: chan, jeongin, and yongbok i like
minnie: seungmin is a whole other story
you: well id be happy to meet them. you live with 2 of them right?
minnie: hyunjin and yongbok
you: why don’t we work on the project at your place one day?
minnie: trust me you dont want that
minnie: we’d never get anything done
minnie: also the loud one told me you have my contact saved under ‘minnie’ 👀
you: WHAT😧😧😧
you: LEE MINHO USING AN EMOJI???
you: HAS THE WORLD BEEN THROWN OFF ITS AXIS😟🤯
minnie: haha
you: and hes back lol
you: yes i maybe might have you saved as minnie
you: but it just shows that ur moving up my friendship ladder
you: were bestie now😁❤️🥺❤️🔥
minnie: define ‘besties’🤨
you: jerk.
you: well im gonna try to work on some hw before going to sleep
you: goodnight BESTIE😤🖤
minnie: goodnight y/n :)
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10:19 pm
minnie: congratulations. youre the first girl to not be charmed by thee hwang hyunjin
you: awww thank you thank you *pagent girl wave*
you: also ive known guys like hyunjin before. i know exactly how to crush their egos😈
you: besides i was too distracted by changbin’s chest😩🥵
you: ive been in need of a new pillow😴🥱🤤
minnie: gross y/n
minnie: im gonna send him this
you: shiiiiii ill send it myself
you: no shame in my game. hes hot
minnie: …🧍🏻♂️
minnie: moving on
minnie: you can just send your files for the project to me. ill put it all into one document and email it to the prof
you: aye aye captain
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12:08 am
bestie minnie: wanna come by the dance studio tomorrow
bestie minnie: or today i guess
you: will changbin be there?
bestie minnie: hyunjin, yongbok, and jisung will😒
you: sigh🙄 i guess
~
4:11 am
you: can you proofread my lit paper?
you: ive been writing since 12 and i can barely see straight
bestie minnie: send it.
bestie minnie: im gonna facetime
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5:33 am
bestie minnie: i know your probably sleeping but i just had the weirdest dream and you were in it
you: omg what was it about?
you: omg what was i wearing?
you: omg did i smell good?
bestie minnie: noooo y/n ur not supposed to be awake😩
you: well i am and im curious🤨
you: answer the questions boy🤨
bestie minnie: ok…
bestie minnie: it was really strange…
bestie minnie: have you been awake or did i wake you?
you: MINHO UR STALLING
bestie minnie: alright alright. In my dream we were dating
bestie minnie: MS Y/N L/N DO NOT LEAVE ME ON READ😤
bestie minnie: i knew i shouldn’t have told u😩
you: SORRY
you: i was imagining it
bestie minnie: i havent even explained the dream yet…
you: I WAS GETTING A HEAD START
you: hold on now🤨
bestie minnie: what
you: u said u had a weird dream
you: what was so weird about us dating
you: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨
bestie minnie: idk. ur my friend
you: lee minho did you just friendzone me😭
bestie minnie: NO
bestie minnie: YOU DIDNT ASK ME OUT
you: ugh thats even worse😩
you: my bestie thinks im undateable😩😩😩
bestie minnie: IM NEVER TELLING YOU ABOUT MY DREAMS EVER AGAIN
you: 😭😭😭 gn min
bestie minnie: goodnight y/n🙄
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3:01 am
you: waffles or pancakes? no further questions asked
bestie 4 da restie🖤: waffles
you: HA
you: changbin owes me 5 bucks😈
bestie 4 da restie🖤: ur with changbin at 3 in the morning?
you: no were texting
bestie 4 da restie🖤: oh
you: ???
bestie 4 da restie🖤: do you guys text often?
you: what are you getting at mr🤨?
bestie 4 da restie🖤: nothing. just curious.
you: not as often as i text u if that is what u want to know minho.
bestie 4 da restie🖤: i was just asking y/n.
you: yea sure. i gotta go
bestie 4 da restie🖤: oh. well goodnight <3
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2:50 am
bestie 4 da restie🖤: madagascar 2 isnt as good as the first one but i liked it
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10:11 pm
bestie 4 da restie🖤: im sorry if what i said the other night upset you
bestie 4 da restie🖤: i just miss talking to you. you didnt wait for me after class today, so i figured something was up
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4:22 am
bestie 4 da restie🖤: ok this time i really hope youre not up but its been a few days and i really just miss u a lot so here goes
bestie 4 da restie🖤: i like u a lot y/n. i think i have since the first time we met up in the library and you came rushing through the door in that cute sheep sweater. i like talking to you. i like the sound of your laugh. i like that my friends like you. i like that youre always awake and willing to talk. i like that you remember my cats names. i like that your favorite movie is madagascar and that you forced me to watch it cause now its one of my favorites. i like that youre yourself no matter who youre around. and i like that you stuck around and did everything you could to befriend me cause i know im not the easiest person to talk to. im moody, blunt, and reserved which most people take as rudeness but you didnt and i really really like that about you. and i know you like changbin but i just had to say that
bestie 4 da restie🖤: ok im gonna turn off my phone before you can reply
you: WAIT
you: dont go
you: at least let me read it before you go ghost
bestie 4 da restie🖤: ok
you: wow
bestie 4 da restie🖤: ok turning off the device now
you: NO!!! IM TRYING TO GET MY THOUGHTS IN ORDER AND MY HANDS TO STOP SHAKING BECAUSE I LIKE U TOO
bestie 4 da restie🖤: wait what?
you: ok first of all i dont actually like changbin. i mean i do like him as friend and he is hot (sorry) but i genuinely really like you minho
you: second of all sorry ive been ignoring the past couple days. i wasnt upset about what you said. i was just a little annoyed but also it made me realize how much i liked you because i was happy that you sounded jealous but then i got scared cause i was afraid you didnt feel the same and i didnt want to ruin what we had
you: and third of all I SEEM TO REMEMBER YOU FRIENDZONING ME THE OTHER DAY SO WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT???🤨
bestie 4 da restie🖤: WELL YOU ALWAYS SAY IM YOUR BESTIE i thought you didnt like me the way i did
you: ok valid but i call everyone bestie min
bestie 4 da restie🖤: i know but it just hurt a little more when it was directed towards me
you: omg can i facetime rn
bestie 4 da restie🖤: why?
you: cause i know ur pouting and i wanna see 👀
bestie 4 da restie🖤: …ok😒
~
2:22 am
min❤️: hated madagascar 3🤢
you: thats why i didnt wanna watch with you
min❤️: and you didnt warn me? worse girlfriend award
you: u shouldve taken me not wanting to see it as a sign. not knowing my tells, worse boyfriend award
min❤️: ok well now i wanna see the first one
you: and whats stopping you?🤨
min❤️: ur door
you: HUH???
min❤️: im outside
you: 🚨WEIRDO ALERT🚨WEIRDO ALERT🚨
min❤️: just open the door🙄
you: when hes bossy😍🥵
min❤️: geez
min❤️: WHAT WAS THAT NOISE??? ARE U OK??? WHATS TAKING U SO LONG???
you: sorry i was laughing so hard i fell off my chair. coming now <3
min❤️: remind me again why i like u?
you: would you like me to copy and paste your confession🥺
min❤️: JUST OPEN THE DOOR
you: hehe love u
min❤️: love u too
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a/n: that other minho fic im writing seems to be putting up quite a fight. its always the middle for me, like i know how i want it to end but everything in between is a struggle. but i decided to write this in the meantime just for funsies. ive always been good at writing dialogue (probably because im a screenwriter lol) so this was fun for me. if i dont finish the other minho fic, i think ill write something with han or changbin🤔 ive been really into harry’s new album and this idea came to me. i hope you enjoy and as always feedback is greatly appreciated :)
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Keep Biting Pt 3/4
Rating: Mature for eventual smut / CW for this part: none / By: me
After the picnic, I stopped assigning Diana chores. It was awkward at first, we stood next to another with the uncomfortable silence that strangers have. Soon though, we obtained a certain comfortableness. She would still read books aloud, but now we would discuss what happened or how we felt about the characters. I tried to teach her how to play chess but after she began stealing the pieces I gave up. We visited our park several more times. Each occasion spending multiple hours before heading home in the darkness.
Once I fell asleep while she was reading. In the morning I awoke covered and my head propped on a pillow. A note left on the coffee table that simply read “you fell asleep” with a winky face. The note still resides in a keepsake box. Yet I’d never admit that to her.
Somehow, our routine changed. She came over most days now and the darkness only grew under her eyes.
“Are you not sleeping?”
“What do you mean,” She questioned. I pointed to her eyes.
“Oh. I’ve been working more nights. You know how cases drag on.”
“No, I don’t. Why don’t you do it during the day?” Her eyes studied the ground. Then suddenly it hit me. She wasn’t working during the day because she was here during the day. She could’ve pulled it off working only a few nights a week. But now, visiting several days, time has caught up.
“You don’t have to visit that often if it’s making you miss work.” For the first time since I met her, irritation flashed across her face.
“I’d rather be here than working a job I hate anyways.”
“I thought you liked your job? You said you’ve been doing it for years.”
“No,” She glowered,” I’ve been searching for the supernatural for years. I’ve been working with a shitty company for years because it’s been the only way I could get information without spending the majority of my time being a fast food employee.”
“Why don’t you quit? You obviously hate it.”
“Listen, your privilege is really showing.” I sat baffled.
“How is this at all related?”
Her fingers tightened around the cushion. “I can’t just get up and leave my job. I have bills to pay and need to eat alright? If I could I would sit in a mansion all day but I live in a run down apartment where the electricity doesn’t work half the time okay?! No decent job wants to hire an “eccentric woman with no degree”.
Diana curled into herself on the couch silently and began rubbing her temples. I left her to her wallowing for a moment due to the flood of realization that hit me as she had raved.
She came here and worked for free, sure the work usually was never hard but still. When she left here, she went to work for hours of the night or returned to an apparently shitty apartment. Guilt overcame me. Had I been a recluse so long that I forgot human sympathy? I bit my lip to avoid spilling tears and divulged myself in thought until a plan was devised.
It took several attempts to coax the words out, still unsure if it was even a sound idea.
“Would you consider… moving here?”
She looked at me blankly. As if not a single thought was going on inside her head.
“I know someone that can help you get a better job. The bookstore owner and I have a history. I could see about getting you a job there. You could save until you have enough to afford a better living situation,” I muttered, regretting the offer just by the silence.
“Are you sure?” Finally meeting her eyes, they were almost afraid. As if the offer was delicate or that it could be ripped away.
“I wouldn’t offer if-”
Suddenly her arms were around my neck. She halfway stood, halfway laid on top of me. This. This will be the start of what I owe her.
Later that night I discussed the move with my brother, Andrew. I had little doubt that he would mind her temporarily moving in and the conversation confirmed it. The next day he briefly met her before leaving for work but spoke very little. Despite being convincing in a business manner, he was not a very social person. With that out of the way, we left to start packing her apartment. Pulling up to the rundown brick building, the reprimanding began. How could I not have known the state she had been living in?
Cracks ran up and down the exterior walls alongside single slider windows. Inside, plaster had begun peeling off the mucus colored walls. To the side were three sets of washers and dryers atop one another. Most of them likely broke, considering the grime layer and poking out wires. In the right corner a staircase sagged.
No wonder she looked so relieved when I offered the room, I thought.
Diana lived on the second floor third apartment. In a space so cramped and unpalatable, her space was inviting. Cracks in the dark brown walls were covered by various posters or fabric. The one window held cut up dollar sheets as curtains. The kitchen stood at the back and was cut off by the bathroom walls. Her bed stood in the center of the room, facing the door and using a huge tapestry for a cover. Above it, a mixture of Christmas lights hung. Reds, golds, and greens danced when she turned them on.
Paint was scattered everywhere. On the walls, floor, bedpost. Everywhere.
“I didn’t know you paint.”
“You could say I’m a jack-of-all-trades in regards to creative stuff.”
“I suppose you could. Where are all of the paintings?”
Suddenly, the floor became very interesting to her.
“You have to promise not to laugh at them,” She muttered.
“I swear.”
“Okay then,” She sighed. Squatting, she pulled various canvases from under the bed. And unceremoniously plopped them down. There was a lot to take in. Several were of a fae woman. A pang of jealousy struck me. She sat on a tree stump in the woods. Long blonde hair framed a soft freckled face. She wore a flowy long sleeve blue shirt tucked into brown shorts. Whoever this woman was, she was gorgeous.
“Who is this?”
“Oh. No one anymore.”
“Who did she used to be?” Diana’s face crumpled a bit as she chewed her lip.
“I thought… She could be someone. She decided to be no one. Sorry, I didn’t realize those were the ones I grabbed. I really thought I threw them away with the last haul.”
Confusion spread across my face. “Haul?”
“Yeah I have to get rid of a lot of them. Not a lot of space here.”
I stood silent for a while. How could she throw such beautiful work away? Despite the jealousy my chest nurtured, the paintings were still beautiful. She was able to give the woods a personality, make a painted woman become real.
“Please never get rid of another one. I’ll take it.” She smiled for the first time since arriving.
“Okay.”
For half an hour, I studied different paintings. Some were oil, others were watercolor. All of them encapsulated lots of colors. My favorites were of nature. Somehow, she was able to paint the details so many would miss. Pink veins on purple flowers, pollen swelling on the stigma, light strands during nighttime. I could stare at them for hours and still find something new. It took her pulling me away to finally focus on the task at hand, packing. We packed her makeshift tapestry cover, paints, clothes, art, christmas lights, posters, and kitchenware before arriving at the half broken bookshelf in the corner. It looked as if the top half had fallen off, but what was left was stocked beyond its capacity. Books that hadn’t made the cut for the actual shelf sat on top.
Scanning the titles, it hit me that almost all of them were related to the supernatural. A few of the titles read True Fairy Tales, More Bawdy Tales, and Catch A Magic Fish, Cook A Magic Meal.
She caught me staring, and abashly stated,” I told you I liked the occult.”
“You did. I just didn’t realize you did this,” I gestured to the enormous book collection,” much.” Red flushed across her nose as her lips curled down.
“What did you expect,” she retorted,” I’ve spent my life dedicated to learning about all supernatural.”
“I didn’t mean it as an insult.” Diana sighed, dropping her arms defeatedly.
“Sorry. It’s just when most people realize how into this kind of stuff I am, they get… difficult.”
“Difficult?”
“The best reaction is usually being insulted.”
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem with me.”
She smirked. “Well I’d hope not.”
The guest room was already furnished with a four post bed, dresser, rug, and a few other items. The walls were half paneled with an emerald wallpapered top. To me, it was quite simple but Diana was ecstatic, practically running circles around the room. She threw the tapestry over the guest cover, put away clothes, and was deciding where to put the Christmas lights when she realized she had her own bathroom. I noticed her old apartment didn’t have a bathtub. Only a small grimey shower. Right then, she decided the first thing on her agenda was to take a hot bath. I showed her where the towels were and the extra bath salts. Her eyes lit up as she grabbed several.
“I’d be careful with which ones you use. Too much makes the smell way too strong.”
“You’re probably right,” she laughed and handed me back half of what she took. I raised my eyebrow but let it slide. If she got a headache it would be her own funeral. With that, I began to leave but only got as far as the door before hearing a large crash.
How does she manage? I thought, hurrying back to the bathroom door and knocking.
“Are you okay? Do you need help?” There was some moving around before an answer.
“Um. I’m not sure.”
“Well can I come in? Are you decent?”
“Yeah.” Evidently, our versions of decent differ greatly. Behind the door, she was grasping the sink counter wearing a bra, underwear, and tights. Salt beads covered the floor and it was all Diana could do not to slip. Instantly my face was red hot and I swished around.
“I asked if you were decent!”
“What? I’m fine! What can’t resist the view?”
Even without seeing her expression, I could hear the tease in her voice.
“Ugh. Fine!” Facing her, I held out my arms. She moved, steadying herself.
“Now to deal with the bigger problem,” She complained, surveying the floor. Bending down, she began scooping the salt in handfuls and returning it to the container. Instead of focusing on her blue bra that formed a v shape, I joined her. My eyes very intensely staring at each handful of salt. Finally, we had finished.
“I’ll be more careful when I put them in the bath.”
I huffed,” thanks.” With that, I moved to leave. I was almost out the door when a missed couple of salts touched my foot, sending me flying backwards.
I heard my name, then a feeling. Soft flesh had caught me from behind. Arms gripped under my armpits, keeping me suspended in the air. My heels touched the ground but not enough to keep me up alone. Then I realized, my head was on her chest. Looking up, she was staring down at me. Pink glazed her face. My hands moved on their own, grabbing her upper arms. During this, our eyes refused to break contact. Oh god, my sun was staring at me. Funny enough her eyes looked more like an eclipse. Her pupils were wider than normal. At least, wider than when she read to me.
The brown that was usually so soft and warm, now was the color of looking into the light with your eyes closed. The intense colors, specifically the dusky umber, you see right before opening your eyes. Right before being blinded. She stood, I hovered, like this for moments before I was able to utter a few words.
“What? Can’t resist the view?”
She didn’t respond. She took in a long, deep breath before helping me back to my feet. I smiled. She smiled. I took that as enough to leave.
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ok so a) turns out the animation project was due next tuesday and i was panicking over nothing rip (but also lucky me cuz i still havent figured out how to add the song into it yet sbdnd)
b) i started rewatching er again from the begining and i am still questioning whether or not one of the characters named carol will wind up being a romantic fo or not (been tryna figure that out for literal ages and i still have no clue if shes gonna be my girlfriend shdhdj)
and c) i remembered that i had downloaded the arts and culture app google has and decided to scroll through some of the art i had liked on there that i used as references for assignments for my art history class and i came across one that i completely forgot about called "the birth of venus" by alexandre cabanel and because im fixated on carol again, ive decided to attempt to draw her as venus and my bi ass is going bonkers over it (i should really draw more of my fo's as different rennaisance artworks. i remember doing a sketch of lisa lisa as the "venus of urbino", but i dont think i got around to finishing it shdbjd
Oh oh my gosh... Well, that’s good you have more time at least!
Oooh, I’m not familiar with ER I’ve never seen it but hey! If she’s f/o material for you maybe it’s a sign for you to let her into your heart maybe. Even if she’s not a romantic f/o, it’s cool to have some crushes too.
Oh my gosh dfkjdsf
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[14:38] Although it was spring and the weather was starting to warm up, you set out on a mission to make hot chocolate with marshmallows for yourself and your boyfriend. With expertise, you finished whipping up the beverage and carefully balanced the two mugs in your hands (which were overflowing with whipped cream). As you walked into your shared bedroom with Johnny, you saw that he had assembled a blanket fort using all the items that he could find in the house. There was a little shuffle as Johnny heard your arrival and crawled towards the gap in the make-shift door, beckoning for you to join him. Carrying the two mugs carefully, you crouched down into the opening and slid in snugly in front of Johnny, with your back resting up against his broad chest. You handed him his cup, indulging in your own cup soon after. He took a sip from the hot chocolate and dramatically whipped his hair against your hear. You turned around to meet his eyes in curiosity, but before you could, you noticed the mini milk mustache decorating his upper lip. You couldn’t help but to snort at your goofy boyfriend.
“Hey! Don’t laugh at me,” he commanded, trying to sound serious, but his farce only lasted for a second. Johnny broke out of character when he saw the way that you were practically glowing as you finally began to laugh, sounding loud and mellifluous and full of life. Once again, he was reminded how much he was hopelessly in love with you. And that, for him, was alright. He could remain in this moment forever - with you sitting between his legs comfortably, full of mirth and joy that would have him grinning from ear to ear.
#nct#nct 127#nct 2018#nct johnny#johnny seo#johnny soft hours#nct soft hours#kpop#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#kpop soft hours#nct imagines#nct drabble#johnny imagine#johnny drabble#issa bit short#i forgot i had assignments due rip#i need some hot chocolate#But all the local groceries closed#AHHHHHH#ya girl be struggling#idk where to get groceries now#ig i'll just live off of grass now#spring#soft feels#all these ancestors be hunting and gathering#but im just suffering and suffering#and i oop#timestamp#also this is bad ik
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hii!! can i request a throwback of mr and mrs jeong plss~
throwback || j.j
genre: fluff and suggestive
warnings: mrs jeong the sweetest girl, mr jeong the bad boy, flirting
note: anon i hope this i what you meant because i got really excited to write this
taglist: @luvjeongjaehyun , @seuomo , @anya-writes-stuff , @lolalee24 , @minijaems , @multivoice
you walked into the wild class, holding your books to your chest while closing the door shut. as you walked to find a seat, you had nasty glares thrown at you from girls with colored headbands on.
“pass it you dump!” someone yells. the smell of cigarettes rushing through your nose and burning them.
you find a seat that was in the back and not near the group of boys smoking cigs.
bang bang bang!
a sudden bang causes the boys to scatter while throwing the cigarette butt out the window. “quiet down, now! today we have a transfer joining us in class, so be respectful! please, come.” the teacher says gesturing you to the front.
wow, this is so cliché. 
you walked up with your things still in your hands. “go on, dear. introduce yourself.” she says going to her desk and taking a seat.
“um, hi. i’m y/n, kim y/n. i’m originally from ohio but i moved because my dad had a job offer. please take care of me.” you look at the teacher who nods, dismissing you from the front.
as you walk off, she calls for you. “y/n, i’m sorry. i forgot to say, we have assigned seats. why don’t you..” she hums, “why don’t you sit over there by the window.” you nod with a silent sigh, making your way over to the nasty smoking area.
“alright, now—! ugh.” she grumbles at the phone ringing but picks it up. “Mrs. law? um, yes. sure, i’ll be there in a few minutes, thank you.” she hangs up and turns to the class.
“i forgot that i had a meeting so i’ll be back soon. in the meantime, grab a packet and do it. it’s due today after class!” she says grabbing a few of her items and leaving the classroom.
you sigh, going to stand up until a packet is slammed on your desk.
“so,” the guy licks his teeth. “y/n, was it?” you look up at the boy and you nod.
he pouts a bit. “cmon, pretty. talk. your voice was so sweet.” you hang your head back down, ignoring the comments he made.
everyone starts mumbling as the door gets pulled open and then slammed shut.
“oh, my god! it’s him!”
“she’s sitting in his spot!”
“he’s so hot!”
everyone babbles over the boy who had just walked in. “hey,” the guy says, throwing his backpack on the desk next to you.
you don’t care to look up, instead focusing on the worksheet. “get out. you’re in my seat.” he says kicking the desk.
you sigh and look up. the boy who stared down at you with evil suddenly softened his glare. “sorry, what?” you remove your airpods from your ear. “n—nothing.” he clears his throat and sits next to you.
everyone starts ouing when hearing the boy stutter over you.
“dude,” jaehyun gets smacked by a friend of his. “are you just gonna let her sit in your spot like that?” jaehyun rolls his eyes. “it’s just a seat.” he sighs and glances at you.
“she’s gorgeous.” he thinks to himself.
it was lunch and you were sitting alone at a big table. no one wanted to sit by you which you didn’t really mind or care.
you slightly glance at the people who joined you. it was the same group of girls from your math class. “y/n, right? wow, you’re so.. pretty!” they squeal.
“anyways, enough of that— saw you talking to my boyfriend earlier, talk to him again and i’ll rip your hair out. got it? thanks, babe!” she says walking away with her friends following behind.
“so much for a nice school with nice people.” you sigh, picking up your milk carton and finishing it.
you got up and looked straight ahead of you. the boy from your math class. he was staring at you while drinking his banana milk. he looked away when he noticed you had caught him.
you grin a little and walk away to dump your tray.
you were grabbing your gym clothes from your locker when someone slams it shut. “y/n, right?” you sigh getting annoyed of that question. “mhm.” you nod reopening your locker and grabbing your gym clothes.
“well, i’m jaehyun. jeong jaehyun. i’m from your—?” you cut him off with a nod. “—math class, i know. look, i’m gonna be late for gym, i have to go.” as you try to walk past him he pulls on your arm.
“what’s the rush? cant be a little late to class?” you yank your arm back. “i’m not the type of skip class or whatever. i’m here to actually learn and to actually get education.” his lips turn into an O shape.
he smirks. “feisty.. i like it.”
it had been a week later and jaehyun hadn’t showed up to school. you made two friends, ten and johnny. they were also in your math class.
johnny helped ten with math and you would sit back, laughing to yourself as johnny gets frustrated with ten.
“hey, does.. jaehyun do this a lot?” johnny hums and ten tilts his head.
“do what?” they both say.
“skip school a lot?” they both nod.
so it was normal to them.. interesting.
monday came around and the popular boy came back, his hair still fluffy. “hey pretty.” he greets you with a grin. “me?” you look around while pointing to yourself. “no, the girl with weird glasses— who else?” you laugh making his ears turn red.
cute.
“she laughed.” his voice memoed to him.
“my glasses aren’t weird.. i find them cute.” you saying taking your glasses off and looking at them. clear baby pink in a round shape.
“they’re especially cute when you’re wearing them.” he flirts making you snort. “stop, no.. no flirty comments, please.” you giggle making him suck in a gush of air.
he sits next to you. “your laugh is so adorable, did you know that?” you scrunch your face up. “adorable? as if.” as he tries protesting against your denial the bell rings.
you started to notice the progress with jaehyun. he came to school everyday with his fluffy brown hair and a pair of fake glasses, exactly your shape but in black.
he explained it to you and said that he wanted to match with you so you wouldn’t be the only nerd in class.
but what you didn’t know was that, the only reason he attended school was to see you.
you were his motivation into coming to school.
“here.” you sit up when something is thrown on your desk.
you look up holding the banana milk carton. “it’s for you, drink it.” jaehyun says throwing his backpack on the ground and then sitting by you.
“thank you.” you mumble, opening the carton.
jaehyun leans in closer. “hm? couldn’t hear you, pretty. speak up.” you clear your throat and lean in. “thank you.” jaehyun grins and nods, leaning back up.
a few months later and you and jaehyun got closer, to the point where you and him started dating.
people taunted you and him for dating at a young age.
“freshmens and already dating? lord, that isn’t gonna last.”
you and jaehyun decided to ignore the rude comments, they had no clue about the chemistry between you and jaehyun.
you knew he was your soulmate.
you came to class early and saw another carton of banana milk but this time, a note was attached to it.
‘im jude and i’ve recently transferred. i’ve heard so much about you. meet me in the library at 5? XX.”
you crumple the note up and open the carton of banana milk, chugging it down before tossing it in the trash.
“nope.” you say after taking a deep breath.
years past by and throughout those high school years, your amazing boyfriend jaehyun had stuck by your side.
whatever problems you went through, he helped and was always there. he would drop everything just for you.
wanted ice cream at four in the morning, the man would wake up and get you some ice cream from the convenient store by his house then he’d drop it off for you.
if you needed a hug from him, he’d drive— sometimes even walk, to your house just to give you a hug.
once, he beat a group of guys up for catcalling you and making you uncomfortable.
it took years for jaehyun to get better. he quit smoking just for you. he quit drinking at a young age just for you. he did everything because of you, and he didn’t regret a thing.
it’s been over a decade since you and your lover met back in high school. you don’t regret a thing.
true love is real.
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Kinda feeling like a walking disaster area today.
#look#it hasn’t been a great start to my day today#i forgot a homework assignment and had to do it in class and email it to the prof#i literally dropped an entire bowl of oatmeal on the floor this morning and had to go without breakfast#i was almost late to class due to needing to clean up the mess before it hardened and turned my floor into a goopy mess#and I have a test later today that I don’t feel ready for in the slightest despite studyingfor#in a subject I would rather rip my eyes out in than continue to stare at#personal#im having potstickers and a cup of tea.#i need it
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Here Comes the Sun: XXI. When You Were Young (Daryl Dixon/Reader)
Series Masterlist: Here Comes the Sun
Summary: Daryl Dixon scares the hell out of you climbing out of that damn creek. It takes hauling his ass halfway across Georgia and taking a bullet for him to realise that you're not half bad. He slowly starts to come around, despite grumbling about how much he doesn't like your singing, or that you can't use a gun for shit - and don't get him started on that ugly yellow tent of yours. It takes him a while before he starts to see for himself that he's found a best friend for life, and that he doesn't actually mind the colour yellow that much, after all.
Words: 5907
Chapter Warnings: Language, Insecurities.
You snapped the book shut and looked up at your class, who stared back at you in complete awe. You laughed, taking in their expressions. The first time you had read this novel, your face looked something similar to how theirs did now. You couldn't help but let out a little laugh, uncrossing your legs and standing up from your seat. Immediately, they started to chatter amongst themselves about the ending, and the volume rose as their voices ricocheted off the walls of the small classroom.
In the last couple of months that had passed since the takeover of Woodberry, the prison had been completely transformed. It was barely recognisable from how you'd first found it. The cells each had a bed, and now resembled actual rooms. The field had been tilled and converted into farmland courtesy of the Greenes, and you even kept livestock in wooden pens. Best of all, Rick and the others had set up a classroom for you to teach the children. You could remember it like it was yesterday. It had certainly been a well-kept secret, and almost everybody had known about it but you.
Daryl and his team had scavenged some desks and school supplies, as well as an old blackboard that reminded you of the one you had first written your name on. They'd even brought back a wooden bookshelf - which they had to tie to the roof of one of the vehicles just to get it home. Over the course of the next few weeks, it began to collect books, filling up more and more each day.
Your first assignment had been for your students to create a poster on any book of their choice - and as a result, they also filled the white space of the walls. Before long, the former guards’ office resembled an actual classroom, brimming with colour and, surprisingly, children eager to learn.
"Okay, everyone!" You called out, clapping your hands to get their attention. "Now that we've finished this book, I want you all to write your own short story in response to it."
The group started to murmer amongst themselves again, and you yelled out over the chatter.
"It can be a sequel, or even something different inspired by it." You explained, your voice getting lost in the crowd. "Be as creative as you can."
It was a real learning curve getting used to teaching younger students. Though, it was a lot more rewarding than you thought it would be. You remembered teaching Carl briefly at the Greene farm, which felt like a lifetime ago now. You never expected for your class to grow to the size that it was.
"I'm looking forward to reading them all tonight before bed." You added, once they had settled down enough to do so.
It was a tradition for you to do all of your marking in the evening. It filled up your time and kept you occupied until Daryl returned. He'd been going on a lot more runs recently, and it made you worry less when you had something to take your mind off it.
"Any questions?" You asked, and saw a flurry of hands go up in response.
"Teacher!" A young girl called, waving her arm to get your attention.
You smiled almost unknowingly. If adults had even half the enthusiasm of children, then maybe a lot more would get done around here.
"Yes?" You answered, and nodded in her direction.
The legs of her chair lifted a few inches off the ground as she swung back a little, and you fought every teacher-urge inside of you that said to pull her up on it.
"Is Mr. Dixon going to read them with you?" She giggled, and suddenly you forgot about the chair.
You couldn't contain the snort that left your mouth from the name 'Mr. Dixon.' You'd have to tell him about it later.
"I meant questions about the work." You chided gently, but the smile on your face told another story. "Though, he might. So make them interesting."
Once again, you were unable to control the class as they got rowdy, and you just shook your head.
"You don't want him to fall asleep when I read them to him, do you?" You added, as you started to hand out the paper.
The children spent the next hour or so furiously scribbling out their stories in messy handwriting that you'd be tasked with deciphering later. Daryl had been gone for a few days on a run, but he was due back at some point today. Though, you wouldn't put it past him to conveniently arrive home late, to get out of marking duty with you.
When the time came to dismiss your class, you were given a lot of hugs and waves from everybody as they left. Perhaps it wasn't the most professional, but nothing really was these days. You were lucky to even still have a profession given the circumstances. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a figure looming in the entranceway, holding the door open for the children as they left the classroom. It was Carol, and she gave you a warm smile when she caught your eye. You beckoned her in after everyone else was gone, and she made her way shyly towards you with her arms behind her back.
The two of you had grown even closer over the last few months - all of you had. Though, you and Carol got along like a house on fire. She had the most brilliant sense of humor tucked away, and you were often lucky enough to get a glimpse of it when she felt mischievous. Daryl had given the pair of you the nickname 'dynamic duo' - and you thought that nothing could suit you both better.
"What are you doing here, Peletier?" You asked in a mock stern tone. "I don't remember giving you detention."
The woman smiled sheepishly at your teasing, before more confidently sitting down on your desk and stretching out her legs. From behind her back she brought out one hand, and placed a fresh, red apple over your paperwork. You laughed immediately, and so did she.
"I've always been a good student." She told you, with a grin.
You hummed to yourself, unconvinced. You started to collect the loose sheets of paper from your students' tables, and the woman hopped off your own desk to help you.
"I caught the end of your lesson. I hope you didn't mind me listening in." She admitted, and you shook your head in response.
Normally, you got nervous if you were being observed. One time, Daryl dropped by to give you some supplies you'd asked for - and you'd gotten so red that the children made fun of you for the rest of the day. Yet, Carol's presence made you calm; she always was the one to have your back.
"They seem to really love you." The woman added, nonchalantly.
The compliment really did warm your heart. Even before the world ended, all you'd wanted was to gain the approval of your students. Except, that was the one thing that adults struggled to give.
"I just want to make it fun for them." You explained, picking up another hand-written story.
You could tell whose it was just by the handwriting. At this point, you'd gotten to know all of the children so well that they felt like part of your extended family; everyone in the prison did.
"I know they should be learning practical skills, too." You went on. "But I can't let them forget how to read and write."
You were mumbling to yourself, and barely noticed as Carol handed you the other half of the papers. You filed them all into a neat stack, and placed them onto your desk. Except, you now noticed a book sitting on it that hadn't been there before.
"I came to give you something." Carol said, pointing. "Well, to return something."
Your eyes widened as you read over the title. It was in pristine condition, with a shiny cover and an unbroken spine.
"It's not the same copy." The woman explained.
You could tell; it was much too neat to be the one you'd brought with you to Atlanta. That one had crinkled pages and a ripped cover even before you had leant it to Carol.
"I asked Daryl to keep an eye out for one on his travels." She admitted, and you perked up at the name. "Thought maybe you could read it to the kids one day."
You held the copy of The Little Prince in your hands, your eyes glancing over the delicate illustration of a young boy lost amongst the stars.
"Carol, you didn't have to do this-" you said quietly.
The woman cut you off before you could go on, nudging you gently with her shoulder.
"I did. I wanted to." She corrected, and you finally looked up to meet her eyes. "I'm sorry for what I did before."
She said the words quietly, as though ashamed, and this time you were the one to elbow her back and shake your head. She gave a small smile.
"I liked the part with the fox." She told you. "Where he says that important things can only be seen with the heart, not the eyes."
You looked at Carol with a dumbfounded expression.
"I did read it, you know." She laughed.
So, the two of you did finally get to discuss the book together, just like you'd hoped to do all that time ago - back in the warm summer shade of the Greene farm.
When you spotted that mop of hair from across the courtyard, you knew instantly who it was. Well, the crossbow and that familiar leather jacket also gave him away. You started to run in his direction, before you spotted a group of your students and slowed down to an embarrassed jog. The man eyed you, and you could make out his taunting smirk even in the distance.
It hadn't been that long since you'd last seen him, but your heart still ached to feel his arms around you. You never knew how lonely the nights could seem once you got used to sleeping besides someone you loved.
You approached Daryl casually, feeling eyes on you. There were people working the fields, and others on the fences dispatching walkers. Even if they seemed busy, you weren't oblivious to their side-eye glances every now and then.
"Hey there, Stranger." You finally greeted the man. "Was starting to forget what your face looked like."
With the influx of survivors, Daryl had taken on even more responsibility than before. He was out for longer and home even less, but you knew it couldn't be any other way. You knew that - but it didn't stop you from resenting the fact.
"Too many damn mouths to feed." Daryl grumbled, pointing to the string of squirrels hanging from his belt. "These people are eatin' like kings."
You laughed at that, thinking back to the last harsh winter where you'd all had to survive on some questionable meals, to say the least.
"Ah yes, the luxury of fresh squirrel." You teased, eyeing the dead animals strung up by their tails.
You made a face, and Daryl made one back.
"I'll give yers away if ya gonna keep bein' picky 'bout it." He warned, but it was much too light-hearted.
Still, you held your hands up in defence.
"Okay, okay." You replied, sending him a mischievous smirk. "I'm sorry."
The tension was thick between you, despite the banter. Even as dirty as he was, you wanted nothing more than to fall into the man and press a number of kisses to that face of his. Yet, you refrained. Maybe you could get him into the shower first, away from all these people as well.
"Just take a look at your hair, Dixon." You remarked, once you finally noticed it. "Are you growing it out for me? Because I said I had a thing for guys with long hair?"
It hung over his face, and he pushed the loose strands away from his eyes with the back of his hand. It suited him, but he was definitely in need of a good shampoo.
"Yer really pushin' yer luck today, aren't ya?" Daryl muttered, taking a step closer to you.
You couldn't hide the smile that had spread over your face. Even an exchange as simple as this left you beaming. There really was no one else who could make you laugh quite like Daryl Dixon.
"You've been gone for two days." You reasoned lightly, trying to hide the way it actually made you feel. "Am I not allowed to have missed you?"
He tended to tease you about it, so you tried not to make a big deal whenever he returned home. Yet, you failed every time.
"What d'ya say?" Daryl asked, rubbing his ear.
He'd probably gotten mud stuck in there. It wouldn't surprise you - given how filthy he looked.
"I missed you." You repeated, begrudgingly.
Daryl narrowed his eyes, like he couldn't comprehend what you were saying in the slightest.
"Hmm?" He prompted, waiting for you to explain again.
You huffed and shook your head. You would be dragging him into the showers as soon as he got to the cell block.
"I miss-" you started, before the realisation kicked in.
You immediately slapped the man's chest with the back of your hand, and a smirk spread over his face.
"You're messing with me!" You yelled, and he shrugged his shoulders innocently - like he was completely oblivious.
You attempted to shove him again, but this time he caught your wrist and pulled you in close. Your chest hit his, and you felt the warmth you had been craving. You didn't care anymore about the curious stares, and it seemed that he didn't either. Daryl wrapped his arms around your waist, and you snaked your own over his neck to pull him down to you.
Your noses touched, and you smiled against him. The two of you stayed like that for a few seconds, just taking in the sight of each other - and the feel. You could tell that you'd unintentionally gathered a bit of an audience. The new members of the community rarely got to see Daryl like this, so you often got quite a few looks whenever you were together - and a lot of follow-up questions when you were alone. You ran your fingers through the ends of his hair, that went all the way down to the base of his neck now.
"Well, if you're not going to let me cut it, the least you can do is let me braid it." You whispered, your face still close to his.
You'd threatened it once before, but you were more adamant this time.
"Ya can fuck off." Daryl grumbled back, but somehow he managed to make it sound affectionate.
You laughed lightly, and finally gave him the shortest of kisses that only left him wanting more.
"I think the words you're looking for are 'I missed you, too'."
Daryl Dixon was a stubborn man. You'd realised it from the moment you met him. He was the type to stick to his guns, even if they weren't loaded. You'd seen him argue his way out of something even when he was wrong, and convince you of his viewpoint even when you were right. Daryl Dixon was stubborn - but he always cracked eventually when it came to you.
"Don' say nothin'." He snapped, and you bit your lip to hold back the laugh.
"I didn't say anything." You quipped, as naturally as you were able.
You plucked another daisy from out of the grass, and handed it to the child. She took it in her small fist, and threaded it through the man's hair - messily between the braids you'd given him.
"Yer face says it all." He grumbled, his own looking like thunder.
Daryl was sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a few of your younger students. They'd begged him to let them put flowers in his hair after eavesdropping on your earlier conversation, and you'd said yes before he could even reply. He was a stubborn man, but he was also a people pleaser.
"Mr. Dixon, what's your favourite flower?" Another girl asked politely, twiddling a bluebell stem between her fingers. "We'll see if we can find it."
You laughed, but quickly disguised it as a cough.
"Yes, Mr. Dixon." You chimed in. "What is it?"
If looks could kill, you'd be dead ten times over. Except, the man didn't look all that intimidating with stray daisies interwoven in his hair, and loose plaits that were in the midst of being braided by clumsy hands.
"Stop bein' a lil' shit." Daryl bit back.
Though, he immediately got punished for it.
"Teacher, he said a bad word!" One of the children exclaimed, pointing to Daryl like he was a shamed dog on the naughty step.
You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure, and watched as the man did the same.
"Daryl Dixon, if you swear like that again we'll have to wash your mouth out with soap." You scolded, in your most teacher-like voice.
The children laughed their high-pitched laughs, and you could see a small fire burning behind the man's eyes.
"'M gonna murder ya in yer sleep." He mumbled below his breath.
You yanked on the strand of hair you were braiding, before half-heartedly apologising and claiming it to be an accident. Daryl flinched, and whipped his head around to glare at you.
"What the f-" he started, but you narrowed your eyes at him. "Frog." He finished, and you lost it.
You let out what was perhaps the most unattractive snort of your life, which was much too bold to be disguised as any sort of cough. You knew you'd pay hell for this later, but for now you just wanted to relish in the power. You had Daryl in the palm of your hand, his hair quite literally wrapped around your little finger. He turned to glance at you, but you tugged again - but more gently this time.
"Jus' watch what yer doin'." He reminded you, before muttering some more underneath his breath. "Are ya tryin' to scalp me?"
Somewhere in the midst of the exchange, Deputy Grimes has sauntered over with an expression equally as smug as the one you wore. He had Judith in his arms, resting over his hip, and looked down at Daryl with a grin as he approached. He was wordless, but when the two of you made eye contact it was hard to remain that way.
"Jus' don't." Daryl sighed, sounding completely defeated.
"I didn't say anything." The officer replied, and at this point you couldn't deny that there were tears in your eyes.
Daryl looked up at Rick and squinted from the sun. He shook his head.
"Yeah, yeah. Tha's what they all say."
Rick watched the exchange in amusement. It had been refreshing to see him so relaxed during the last few months. You thought that he really deserved a break - and it seemed that he was making the most of it by spending time with his children.
"What did you do this time?" The man asked Daryl.
He shrugged in response, before one of your students reminded him to keep still.
"Nothin'." He grunted, seeming to be at the end of his rope. "Dunno why 'm bein' tortured for feedin' the lot of ya."
The string of squirrels had been passed along to the cook before the children had all but seized Daryl and demanded that he played with them. You may have had some involvement in his kidnapping, but you were only a bystander, really.
"Quit complaining, you big baby." You reminded him, before tucking a flower behind his ear.
Daryl had a vacant stare, but it soon became a warm one when he noticed Judith making some gurgles and smiling in his direction. She had her arm outstretched towards him, and Rick lowered her down so that she could be closer to what she was reaching for. The baby smiled a gummy smile, and ever so gently patted Daryl's head - eyes wide at the array of colourful flowers there. The man stayed completely still and allowed her to do it, and you just watched. You wished you had Glenn's camera during moments like these.
Not long after, the officer said his goodbyes, and left with his daughter. She peeked over his shoulder at the two of you as they walked away, and it made your heart melt as you looked at her.
"She's so adorable." You said, to no one in particular. "I want one."
Daryl choked, and you smirked at him deviously.
"Just kidding." You admitted, as though you hadn't almost caused the man to have a heart attack.
Daryl spluttered again before standing up. Most of your students had left the two of you alone, having gotten bored during your chat with Rick. You watched as the man shook out his hair, letting the flower petals float to the ground like leaves from a tree.
"Jesus Christ, woman." He muttered, looking in your direction. "Calm down, would ya?"
You smiled as you helped him untangle the braids.
"There's only so much a man can take in one day." He went on.
Before long, Daryl’s hair went back to looking just as messy as it had done before, and you once again prompted him that he needed a shower. So, the two of you headed back to the cell block, and you slipped your hand into his to also remind him of how much you'd missed him.
"You never did say which flower was your favourite." You said, once the thought came into your mind.
You glanced over at the man as you walked, but he just gave a small shrug in response.
"Dunno." He said quietly. "Guess I like the yellow ones."
Despite wanting to spend the night alone with Daryl, cuddled up under blankets in your cell as you read him some imaginative hand-written stories, the two of you had been convinced otherwise. Usually, alcohol wasn't permitted inside the prison - something about productivity and sharing that you hadn't really paid much attention to. But, since a lot of people had just returned from a long run, an exception had been made so that you could celebrate.
It was hardly anything, really. There was barely enough to go around to get you tipsy, let alone drunk, and there were only a dozen of you sitting around the campfire - taking swigs from your plastic cups. The spirits had been diluted to stretch it out a bit more, and you were reminded of being a teenager again, swapping out vodka for tap water so that your parents wouldn't notice.
Even so, your body hadn't had alcohol in a while - not since the Jack Daniels you'd all polished off back at Hershel's farm. Already, your head felt fuzzy, and your laughs sounded giddier than you'd intended. You were all sitting on the ground, out in the field. It almost felt like that first night you'd cleared the prison - except so much had changed since then. Rather than tentatively holding Daryl's hand in the dark, when everyone else was asleep, you were now sat in between his legs as his arms held your waist. His chest was warm against your back, and you could feel it rise and fall regularly.
You could also smell the alcohol on his breath, but you didn't really mind. It was rare that Daryl did drink - even when it was available to him. You liked the fact that he could relax for once, since he always seemed to bear the burden of looking after everyone else.
"You two!" Tyreese shouted, catching your attention.
Across from you, the man sat beside his sister, Sasha. Vanessa was also next to them. Out of everyone here, you knew the three of them best. Admittedly, you hadn't got around to learning everyone else's names yet.
You looked up, startled, and Daryl chuckled softly at the way you flinched in his arms.
"How'd you meet?" The man asked, and offered a smile in your direction.
If there ever were such a packed question, it would have been that one. It was the type of question that required a whole book to answer - like one of the stories you'd set for your students to write. You glanced back at Daryl, only to find that he was already looking at you. He remained silent, so you raised an eyebrow at him before realising that you'd be the one answering.
"It was really romantic, actually." You spoke after a few seconds.
Everyone else's chatter had died down, and you suddenly felt very exposed as you became the centre of attention. Except, liquid courage always did work wonders where you were concerned.
"The first time I met Daryl, he told me to fuck off and called me a mule." You announced, like you'd been waiting for the perfect moment to do so.
Your audience erupted with laughter, and you took in the looks of disbelief around the campfire - feeling satisfied with your choice of words. Except, it didn't last long. Daryl jabbed you in the ribs with his elbow, and you shot a glare back at him.
"Tha's not what happened." He argued, and everyone fell quiet once again to listen to what the man had to say.
It was rare that they got to see Daryl like this - letting loose and talking without being prompted to do so.
"Jus' fought off two walkers only to have some chick yelling at me, sayin gimme yer hand like the ghost of Christmas past or some shit." He explained, his voice more animated than you'd ever heard it. "Thought my time had come."
A few more chuckles could be heard in response, but Tyreese eventually spoke up.
"Can someone translate for them?" He asked, and it was then that you realised just how much detail you'd need to tell this story of yours.
So much had happened between you and Daryl that you'd need countless sheets of paper to recount it, unlimited words and a number of chapters. You leant back further into the man, deciding how to officially introduce it.
"Well, it all started with this yellow tent." You said, and the others listened.
You went on for a bit, taking sips of alcohol between your words. Everyone seemed enraptured by you, and it even seemed like Daryl was hearing the story for the first time, too. It felt strange to recount it in such a way, and it made you realise just how much had happened since the world had ended.
You smiled as you finished, deciding to give one last summary to your captivated audience.
"So basically I pulled Daryl up from a cliff-face, then hauled his ass halfway across Georgia, before finally taking a bullet for him."
The alcohol had long since ran out, but everyone had stayed to hear the ending. Maybe you were oversharing, but spirits gave you loose lips - and you always did have a bad habit of running your mouth.
Tyreese started clapping slowly, before pointing at Daryl where he sat.
"You, brother, are one lucky man." He remarked with a smile.
You heard Daryl grumble something next to your ear, before addressing him back.
"She leaves out the part where she stuck 'er finger into my wound and sang outta tune next to me for three hours straight."
You bit your lip before finishing off what little was left of your drink.
"Minor details." You mumbled.
Some of the men you didn't know were murmuring amongst themselves beside you, but your head was too foggy to make out what they were saying. Perhaps Daryl could, since he had a scowl over his face. You didn't have time to question it, though, because Vanessa soon interjected with a laugh.
"So you're telling me that you now share a bed with the same guy who had walker ears around his neck when you first met him?" She teased, and you beamed back at her.
"Yeah-" you muttered, before sighing dramatically. "Sometimes I question my own judgement, too."
The walk back to your cell was more of a stumble, but no one had to know that. You and Daryl both made it there in one piece, so no further questions needed to be asked as to why you were missing a shoe, or who you'd tripped over along the way. It had seemed all fun and giggles, until you realised that it had been one-sided fun and entirely your own giggles.
Once you entered the room, you finally noticed how quiet Daryl had been. He toed his boots off wordlessly and threw his leather jacket into the corner. He knew how much that frustrated you, but he seemed too wrapped up in his own thoughts to care.
You walked up to the man and snaked your arms around him from behind, so that your chest was pressed to his back. All day, you'd been craving for the two of you to just be alone - but now that you were, he seemed too agitated for his own good. You thought that you must have missed something, because Daryl definitely didn't seem like himself.
You rubbed your palms along his chest slowly, but he stopped you with his own hand, and pulled away. He turned to face you, and you cocked your head to the side as you took in his expression. His eyes were narrowed, and he was chewing at his lip like he always did when he was confused. Eventually, he shook his head.
"Yer too good for me." He stated, like it was a fact. "'M a lucky man." He went on. "Why'd ya want someone who wore walker-"
"Whoa, slow down there." You cut him off.
He was reciting all of the things that had been said over the campfire, you realised - except they'd all been playful jokes, and he knew that. The man sounded like a broken record, but you couldn't quite put your finger on what had made him break.
"Someone's had too much to drink." You reasoned, but raised an eyebrow as you did so.
You weren't convinced yourself, but you had no other explanation as to why he was blurting out the things that he was. Daryl was a big man, and the amount of alcohol he'd drank was nowhere near enough to get him drunk.
"'M fine." He confirmed, but you knew there was more going on. "Jus' the truth, s'all."
The man looked down at his feet as he spoke the words, and you sighed.
"We are not doing this again, Daryl." You warned, and took a step closer to him.
Ever since more people had been coming to the prison, Daryl had seemed to convince himself that there were plenty of better options available to you - all without consulting you about it, of course. It had gotten to the point where you'd snapped at him, almost a month back, and it had escalated into a fight. You understood where he'd been coming from - a few people had gotten a little too friendly with you on more than one occasion. But, you'd convinced him that you were right where you wanted to be, next to his side.
You'd thought that had been the end of it, but something must have happened to bring it back to the surface.
"I see the way they all look at ya. Like they want ya." Daryl snarled, like he was seeing things that you couldn't. "They were talkin' 'bout it right in front of me."
And suddenly, it all made sense. The men you had noticed staring and mumbling had set Daryl off. You realised that he must have heard what they were saying - and that it must not have been good. Yet, part of you still felt frustrated that he had even listened to it. You'd spent the whole night recounting how you met the man, and how much he meant to you, only for your words to be completely unravelled by words of others that were insignificant.
"So?" You finally responded, more forcefully than you intended.
Daryl's head snapped up to look at you, and you met his eyes in return.
"I go through the same thing with you."
The man was silent for a few seconds, like he couldn't fully comprehend what you'd said.
"What?" He asked, and you shook your head.
"Just because you're blind to it, Dixon, doesn't mean that I am." You told him.
You placed your hands over his chest again, but this time he didn't shrug you off.
"They look up to you. You're a hero to a lot of these people." You explained, like you'd truly accepted the fact.
You could feel the heat radiating off the man from underneath the tips of your fingers, and you took another step closer to him so that he could feel you, too.
"You don't think there's days that I hear women giggling about you? Talking about you like you're some knight in shining armour who rescued them from this world?" You said, chuckling a little as you did so.
At first, it had killed you to see. Every time you noticed someone staring at the man, or whispering about him when they thought you couldn't hear, it made your blood boil. But, after a while you became numb to it - mostly because Daryl never even spared them a second glance.
"It makes me feel pretty shitty, too." You admitted, as you let your fingers rest over the first button of his sleeveless shirt.
You looked upwards at him, and he gave you a small nod - so you started to unbutton it.
"But then I come back to our cell, and I'll see that you've left me flowers on our pillow." You went on, smiling in the direction of your mattress, where you had missed the man’s presence over the last few days. "Or I'll notice a new cassette tape in my walkman without you even saying anything."
You reached the last button, and shrugged the material over Daryl’s shoulders so that you could see his bare chest.
"And then I forget about all those other people." You confessed, and pressed your palm over his heart. "Because I'm reminded everyday that you're mine."
Daryl immediately placed his hand over the back of yours, and squeezed it gently.
"I'm yours." He agreed, and this time leant down to give you a kiss of his own without being prompted.
It was soft, but you'd missed the feel of him - and it made you impatient. You could taste the alcohol on his lips, and so you broke away before you became too intoxicated by it.
You hooked your fingers around his belt loops and pulled his body closer to yours - so close that his bare chest was warm against you, and you could feel his heart pounding.
"Then show me." You said, and he did.
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8. “We need to talk about what happened last night.”
25. “It’s an office with huge windows, everyone can see.” “So?”
marketing director!mingyu x f!reader
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warnings: a little bitt of angst, a little bit of fluff, suggestive themes like voyeurism briefly mentioned
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Kim Mingyu - Marketing Director
The nameplate on the door sends a shiver up your spine, knowing that the man you had accidentally pulled in for a drunk kiss the night before during the weekly company bonding dinner, was sitting just behind the door. He was pissed, had pushed you away, made a big deal in wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in disgust. Causing you to sober up quickly and regretting it.
It’s no secret that God had taken his sweet time when creating Kim Mingyu Marketing Director of GoSe Enterprises. He put all the Greek Gods you spent your free time reading about to shame. You’ve been crushing on him since he sat in the cubicle next to yours for years. The two of you had developed a nice easy-going friendship. He was sweet, funny, and always offered amazing advice, both on personal and professional matters. You were practically head over heals for him.
Then the promotion came, granting Mingyu with an office on the southside of the company building. Huge windows overlooking the city below, and the office. A nice fancy gold nameplate with his new job description underneath it. Naturally, the two of you grew apart, ripped from one another without a warning. He was no longer rooting for you and your ideas. Instead, he was the one turning down all your project proposals. He was the one assigning you the revision tasks he knew you hated doing. He was the reason for the random spikes of anxiety throughout the workday. He was no longer your friend, he was your supervisor. His soft demeanor and fleeting touches were nowhere to be found. Lost amongst piles of paperwork surrounding his desk.
You took a deep breath holding your laptop close against your chest, eyeing the nameplate on the large dark wooden door that took your Mingyu away from you a year ago. You were nervous. He only ever called you down to his office if you had a proposal revision due, which this time you didn’t.
The last idea you had pitched two weeks ago was turned down before you could finish your sentence during your first PowerPoint slide. He didn’t even give you the chance to improve it, simply said, “trash it, it’s not worth wasting your time when it’s not a plausible option.” So, the only other option left and the one that made sense was your slip-up the night before. He had called you down to ask for your resignation letter for breaking company policy.
“If you keep staring at the door it won’t magically open,” Chan spoke next to you making you jump. “I’m just saying.” He shrugged sheepishly and opened the door, walking in with confidence. “Mingyu I have the copies you asked for.”
You filed in after him, situating yourself close to the wall and by the door, while Mingyu instructed Chan on where to set down the copies. Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest, watching as the two of them laughed about some inside joke they had. The anger along with jealousy boiled with fever deep within you.
This was the problem. Mingyu had only changed when it came to you. With everyone else he was the same Mingyu you once had the pleasure of knowing, and that not only confused you but it made you angry. “Are we still on for guys' night this friday?” Chan asked the older male pointing finger guns at him.
“Yes, of course, drinks are on Seungcheol this time, which makes my wallet really happy.” Mingyu clapped Chan on the back and led him towards his office door. “Same bar with the cute bartender?” He emphasized, his angry gaze falling on you for a second.
Subtle you silently scoffed rolling your eyes, holding your laptop as close to your body as humanly possible.If he didn’t make his distaste towards you obvious by his reaction last night, he surely made it painfully clear just now.
“That’s the one.” Chan nodded, sending you a pitying look, one you didn’t need. You knew you were fucked.
Everyone knew about your painful crush on Mingyu. Everyone had seen you grab the collar of his dark maroon shirt last night and plant a wet alcohol filled kiss against his lips. Everyone had seen the way he reacted, yanking his suit jacket off the back of his chair and walking out of the bar pissed. So, you didn’t need the various pitying looks you were getting since the moment you walked in that morning.
“Alright then I’ll see you then, don’t forget to turn in your proposal by tomorrow night, Jeonghan keeps bugging me about it.”
Chan sighed, hitting his forehead with the palm of his hand, “shit, I’ll have it done by tomorrow morning.” He said quickly before speed walking back to his cubicle. Leaving you alone to face the problem you had caused.
Mingyu laughed lightly, shaking his head as he shut the door to his office, “I knew he forgot.” He mumbled before straightening his back, the scowl you were used to seeing appeared on his face once again. He walked past you to his desk, taking a seat next to his name plate. You stayed put, looking down at the floor, only counting the tiny dust bunnies that were visible to your eye.
Mingyu cleared his throat, “We need to talk about what happened last night.”
You raised your head pushing yourself off the wall and walked to him. Stopping behind one of the leather chairs in front of his desk. “Don’t need to, It’s my fault for breaking company policy. I’ll hand in my resignation letter to Jeonghan tonight.” You kept your eyes trained on the skyscraper reflecting through the window behind him. Anything was better than looking at him right now.
He sighed, running a frustrated hand across his face. He pushed himself away from his desk and took a step forward. “I didn’t call you in here to ask you to resign.”
Confused, you tore your eyes from the building behind him and looked at him. The bags under his eyes that had started to form from lack of sleep and overwork were now more prominent than before. It made you wonder if he hadn’t slept last night because of you, but then you remembered the huge project he was currently working on, so you casted that thought aside.
“Oh then...I-umm, why am I here?”
“Do you have any idea the position you put me in last night?” He furrowed his brows, placing a knee down on the chair in front of him. He leaned his forearms against the back of it, closing the distance you purposely kept between the two of you.
You took a step back, scrunching your nose, “I don’t understand. You don’t want me to resign. If I’m not getting penalized then why am I here?” You dropped your arms in defeat. “If you called me in here to tell me you’re not interested in me, you don’t have to. I already know.” You finished swallowing the lump that had formed at the back of your throat.
“That’s the problem.” Mingyu pointed an accusing finger at you before retreating it. “I am interested in you, more than interested in you. I have strong feelings for you and I can’t act on them because I don’t want everyone to think that I favor you, because I do.”
I’m dreaming, you thought pressing the palm of your hand against your heated forehead. You had to be dreaming, life has never been this giving to you, “wait I’m confused...you ran out last night, literally pushed me away, disgusted. Do you have any idea how that felt? I had to sit down and face our co-workers with a fake smile on my face because I didn’t want them to see me cry.”
Mingyu’s face softened, he gripped the back of the chair hard enough for his knuckles to almost turn white. “I know and I’m sorry but if I had stayed then I would’ve kept kissing you. You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to do that.” He dropped his head releasing a shuddering breath. “Every time we stayed here working over time, the only thing I could think about was how easy it’d be if I just leaned over a little more and kissed you. No one would be around, no one would see, it would just be our little secret. But the stupid company policy always seemed to find it’s way into my head and I never let myself cross that boundary.”
“Mingyu w-why are you telling me this now? Even if we have feelings for one another, my job is important to me and I don’t want to risk getting fired because we’re together.” You blinked rapidly, now was not the time to cry. You could cry later in the communal bathroom across the hall, or on the bus ride home, just anywhere but here.
“Well,” Mingyu rounded the corner of the chairs and made his way to you, finally closing the distance. “I talked to Jeonghan -”
“Wait you told him we kissed?” You were sure your eyes were bulging out of their sockets as the realization hit you. Of course, Mingyu wasn’t going to fire you, he was saving himself the burden and having Jeonghan do it for him.
He chuckled, placing a hand against your hip making you jump, “Just how drunk were you last night? Jeonghan was there when it happened. He called me and threatened to fire me for leaving you the way I did.” He whispered, circling his arm around you and pulling you close, making you stumble from the sudden impact. “H’said, fuck company policy and that I was stupid for following it when no one does.”
“Wait are you saying th -”
“Yes we can be together as long as we keep our work and personal lives separate, so, no sex in my office.”
You gasped hitting his chest lightly, this lewd side of Mingyu was one you had never seen before. Or at least you had but in a much more subtle way. “Well of course, we can’t do that. That was never going to be part of the deal.” The thought of him pressing you against his desk after hours sent a thrilling shiver up your spine. You bit your lip, shaking your head. No, not allowed, focus.
“Why not? I’ve slept on the couch here a few times. It's pretty comfortable.” He reassured, hooking his thumb in the belt loops of your dark slacks. “And your ass looks so good in these pants, I literally have to make it my mission to not stare.”
“I’m flattered, I guess. But look around Gyu.” His gaze followed your hand as you waved it around in front of him. “It’s an office with huge windows, everyone can see -”
He pulled you closer, eloping your body in both of his arms, “so?” He tilted his head to the side, a smirk playing against his lips. You had forgotten how much he liked to tease you.
“So?” You rolled your eyes, “were you not listening to what I was saying everyone can see.” You emphasized, poking his cheek with your index finger.
Mingyu bit his bottom lip trying to suppress his laughter. He forgot how easily flustered you could get, especially when he would say something out of pocket to you. Sure, half of the time you would ignore him, sometimes you would simply roll your eyes, focused on whatever you were working on. Other times he would leave you at a loss for words.
“Frankly, I don’t see the problem. We can just wait until everyone goes home and then give whoever is walking by a free show.” He finished raising his eyebrows suggestively at you.
You rolled your eyes, pushing him away and walked to his door. “I can’t believe you’re already thinking about having sex with me and you haven’t even asked me out on a date or to be your girlfriend.” You pushed his door open and walked out, “the audacity you have Kim Mingyu.”
He felt panic surge through him, his big mouth getting the best of him once again. “Woah woah wait I was getting there, you didn’t give me the chance to ask.” He followed you out the door, trying to keep up with your hasty steps. Who knew you could walk so fast in heels.
Once you were at your cubicle you sat down, placing your laptop on top of your desk, waking it up. “Too late, company policy says we have to keep our work and personal lives separate, guess you’re going to have to wait a while.” You look at the digital clock on your desk, “Five and a half hours to be exact.”
Mingyu threw his head back, frustrated. As much as he enjoyed teasing you, he had forgotten that you were equally as evil if not worse. He had waited to ask you out for more than two years and now that he could, he literally couldn’t wait five and a half hours.
“Friday, after work?” He whispered, covering the side of his mouth with his hand to make it look less suspicious. It wasn’t working.
“What about guys night and that cute bartender?” You smirked, clicking around your computer opening the files you were working on earlier.
Mingyu took a deep breath and grabbed the back of your chair, swinging it around ripping you away from your computer screen. “Fuck guys night honey, I’m taking you home, cooking you the best meal you’ve ever had and then -” He stopped peaking over your cubicle. Everyone that had tuned in to your debacle, quickly scrambled to focus on whatever they were doing before you and Mingyu walked in. He nodded once before leaning down, his lips close to your ear, whispering, “then I’m going to fuck you against my window so everyone can see that you’re finally mine.”
You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning.You put your hand on his chest and leaned in, placing a soft kiss against the shell of his ear. “Kinky, ask me again in five and a half hours.” You gave his cheek a gentle pat before pushing him away, returning your attention to what you were doing.
Mingyu grumbled, shoulders slumped as he dragged himself back to his office. You stifled a laugh, the butterflies you had once felt for him returning.
“You know I heard all of that.” Soonyoung spoke, peeking his head into your cubicle, his eyes wide like he had just seen a ghost, or something utterly disgusting.
Fuck! Mingyu! You whined silently before turning to face your cubicle mate. “I’ll buy you lunch if you pretend like you didn’t hear anything.”
He put a pensive hand on his chin before sticking his hand out for you to shake. “Deal, I suddenly have been overcome with amnesia, whatever happened in the last five minutes I do not remember, that’s only if you promise to also finish revising this project proposal for me.” He waved the large packet of white copy paper in front of you.
You groaned, “that wasn’t part of the deal we just shook on.”
He sucked in air, “I don’t remember that.” He pouted. “I have amnesia, remember.”
“Fuck fine.”
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