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Lastochka AU : Strange taxi driver
Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)
Summary: New city, new life, new job. What else can go wrong on the first day?
AU to my Lastochka series
WARNING: Mature Theme. Crack Fic. I repeat. Crack fic. don't take it so seriously. Swearing, alcohol use, dangerous driving ( drive carefully people).
A/N : The idea stemmed from this post talking about Lyft driver
and thank you to @nrdmssgs for nudging me to write a crack fic about it.
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What a luck.
Or lack of.
You must have forgotten to pack it and bring it with you when you moved.
First, your luggage showed up a week late.
Second, your new landlord totally forgot you were arriving. Leaving you standing in the cold and rain for hours.
Third, you forgot to adjust your watch and clock to the local time (“who uses old-fashion clock now?!” your brother laughed at you once.) and you had the phone on charge far away from your bedside, alarm ringtone set on minimum volume.
So now, you are running late, VERY LATE, for your first day at your new job.
Definitely not how you imagine how you start your new life in a new place.
And the rideshare you called for, is nowhere to be seen. App keep on glitching out. You couldn’t even see what number plate your supposed ride share car is. All you know is a black car. That's it.
Fucken absolutely great. You thought. You are probably going to get fired even before you started at this rate. A black coloured sedan suddenly pulled up in front of you. Without checking the details you quickly piled into the car, assuming it's your driver..
“Oh Thank heaven you are here. I am starting to get worried because my app keeps on shutting down on me.”
“.. Where to?” The driver turned around and asked with a distinctive accented and amused tone.
Your hand stopped half way clicking in your seatbelt. “Don’t you have it on your....” you mumbled, What kind of odd question is that? Shooting your head back up with alert after a split second, you dart your eyes to all windows, there are no stickers or any sign of this car being a rideshare or a taxi.
“You are not my rideshare.” Chill ran down the spine with the realisation. For all you know you could have just hopped into a serial killer's car. Oh heaven. Should have stopped listening to those true crime podcasts before you go to sleep. IF you manage to live until tonight. Or survive the next hour.
“I am not.” he chuckled. Flashing a smile before turning back to face the road and pulling out from the kerb, you cursed yourself not jumping out of the car when you had the chance as you heard the distinctive click of car door locking.
“But don’t worry. I have extra time in my hand anyway, Lastochka, I will take you anywhere you want. So,” He purred. “Where to?”
You gulped and gave out your work address. There's no turning back. “ I am running late for work.. My first day at my new job as well. At this rate I am going to get fired before I get there or I am going to have a big warning and bad impression with my new boss....” You rambled on. Why are you even telling him this?
“Don’t worry, I am from Russia.” He reassured you with a cocky confidence.
You scrunch your nose with confusion, what is that even supposed to…?
Even before you can finish that thought in your brain, you felt the car surged forward, G-force pushing you right back into the seat. Letting out an undignifying scream as your hands search for anything you can grab onto for dear life.
“Relax, Lastochka, I never had anyone die under my watch.” he laughed. Taking a sharp turn before weaving in and out of the traffic. “Although I had someone falling out from the helicopter after we got shot at with a rocket launcher.” he nodded his head as he recounted the story. “Don’t worry. Happy ending. We all survived. Thanks to my brilliant skills.”
You are now ninety-nine percent sure you have hopped into some sort of mobster or mafia’s car.
Whole life starts flashing in front of you as you mumble incoherent goodbyes to no one in particular. Ma and Pa. Your annoying but doting brother Johnny. His teammates who treat you like their own. The dog you used to see walking by your house every morning …the rows of pot plants you have on your window sills. Who’s gonna water them after I go??
The car comes to an abrupt stop while the brain is trying to decide the flower arrangement of your imaginary funeral in your head.
“I did say I will get you here on time and still alive, right?” The baritone voice breaks you out of your daze. You are still alive. Thank heaven.
With your hand over your chest, trying to soothe the thumping heart, you look at the clock on your phone. Damn. he is right, five minutes to spare.
Then you heard the sound of his mobile phone shrilling and car door unlocking. “You better get going, it seems I am going to be late for my own business. Time to pick up the package.”
He winked as you half stumbled out with your messenger bag dragging on the floor. “It was a pleasure to have such a beautiful little bird in my car. Maybe we will see each other again someday?” Giving you one last wave, he sped off into the distance.
Hell no. Once is enough.
“So you just jumped into a stranger's car and let them take you to work?” Gaz half gasped and laughed as you buried your face in the pint of beer he passed onto you. “You know you could have just rang or message one of us to get you out of deep shit.”
“I know it’s stupid. Don’t remind me. I was so overwhelmed with panic I didn’t think of it at the time.” you huffed. “You should be surprised I am still in one piece right now and telling you the story.”
“What stupid thing you've been doing again, Mini?” you felt a hand ruffling and messing with your hair as you jumped at the contact.
“Hello to you too Johnny.” Ignoring his question, you elbowed him lightly before turning around and giving him a hug. “Where’s Simon and Price?”
“Simon is outside havin’ a smoke.” pointing towards the bar serving area with his thumb, “Captain is over there waiting for his drinks and catching up with one of our old friend.”
Downing the rest of your beer, you stood up from your stool, “I should go and say hi to him. You boys want another drink?”.
Half skipping towards the bar after taking the order from the two, you were in a better mood after seeing your brother and friends, determined to put all the misfortunes and strange events from this morning behind you.
There you see Price, sitting at the bar, waiting for the bartender making up his drink for him and his friend who he is currently having a quiet conversation with. He spotted you over their shoulder and gave you a quick wave.
Odd. you thought to yourself. Why does the back side of this … old friend of Price look awfully familiar?
You stopped dead on your track when the person turned around and flashing you with the familiar smirk.
“Hello again, Lastochka.”
Fucken. Steaming. Jesus.
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Mrs. Chickadee
(This was 100% inspired by Gilmore Girls. If you watched the show, you know exactly where this came from. Just wanted to make a short and cute Rayaari story! Also super sorry for the delay my tumblr shut me out and I could NOT remember my password so this app and I have beef. Modern au for this one!)
Raya may actually start crying right here, right now.
She checked the cage once, twice, three times, but there was nothing. Zilch. Nada. Not a thing, if you will. Oh god, Raya’s hyperventilating.
Man, why did Sisu have to take the stupid animal science class and have to take care of a stupid little bird for the rest of the semester? Raya’s squinting her eyes and scanning the room to try and find the little ball of fluff to no avail.
Raya had no clue how she was supposed to find this avian escape artist if she can’t even see properly. She accidentally cracked the lenses of her glasses earlier this morning and dropped them off at Costco to get them fixed. Thank god for the many uses of Costco.
But since Raya doesn’t use contact lenses, she has an incredibly difficult time seeing anything over five feet away from her. That being said, since she is taller than five feet, looking down is an issue. Trying to find the chick would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack.
Shit, Raya could probably be stepping on the bird right now and she wouldn’t know. After quickly checking her shoe to thankfully find no birds stuck on it, she decided to call reinforcements.
“Hey, Maari? You uh, doing anything important right about now?” Raya asked once her friend picked up.
“My literature class starts in like ten minutes, why?” Namaari answered.
Damn, Raya totally forgot that Namaari was a freak and decided to take a Friday class.
“Never mind, don’t worry about it. It’s not serious, really,” Raya hurriedly assured her. Now she had absolutely no clue what to do.
“No, please, tell me why you called,” Namaari insisted.
Ugh, she’s so annoying. Raya knows for a fact that she’s not going to budge until Raya tells her.
“There’s a chick lose in my apartment!”
“.........care to repeat that, dep la?”
“I don’t like the sass in your tone, Namaari!”
“Right, I’m too sassy. Apologies, Raya.”
“You should apologize, I’m freaking out man! I don’t know how to lure Mrs. Chickadee back into her cage!”
“Mrs. Chickadee?”
“THE NAME OF THE CHICK, WOMAN, KEEP UP!”
“Woah, woah, woah, there is no need for such a high volume.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry, this is very stressful. The reason why I called was because I was going to bully you into coming over but I don’t want you to miss your class so I’ll just hang up and figure something out,” Raya groaned. Right when she was about to hit the end call button, Namaari spoke up.
“Hold on, it’s fine Raya I’ll help you,” the other woman said.
“But you’ll miss your class,” Raya weakly argued.
“My professor posts everything online, I won’t have any trouble catching up. I will come over,” Namaari firmly told her.
“Hey Maari, are you a diamond? Because you dazzle me. You are one dazzling lady. Now get over here! Quickly!” Raya yelled.
“I’ll be there in ten,” Namaari confirmed. With that, the call ended and Raya could sigh in relief.
Namaari was probably one of the best friends anyone could ever ask for. Whenever Raya needed anything, Namaari was ready to assist no matter the circumstances. Hell, it was Namaari who drove Raya to and from Costco when her glasses broke so that she wouldn’t have to take an Uber. And sure, Sisu is a great friend too and all, but it’s just different with Namaari in a way Raya can’t quite explain.
Raya then continued on for her search of the missing bird until she heard a knock at the door. She hurriedly walked to the door and opened it to reveal her good friend, Namaari Fang.
“Get in here, quickly! My god, you move like a drunk frat boy!” Raya hissed as she yanked Namaari into the apartment and quickly shut the door.
“I can’t believe I am missing out on my education to be insulted by you,” Namaari scoffed.
“Cry about it,” Raya huffed while tugging Namaari further into her humble abode.
“Oh my god, the hell happened here? This place looks like a pigsty,” the taller woman said.
“So the last birdie sighting was over there, behind the couch. Then she jumped off the side of the couch, so I’m pretty sure Mrs. Chickadee is suicidal, and then she scurried off in the direction of my bedroom and now I have no idea where she is!” Raya explained.
“Ah, yes of course. Suicidal bird in your room,” Namaari laughed with an odd tone of voice.
Then, miraculously, a tiny chirp resonated in the apartment. Yes! Mrs. Chickadee lives on!
“What on Earth was that?!” Namaari asked, sounding incredibly startled.
Raya shushed her and tried to beckon the bird to come out of hiding with no such luck.
“I’ll be damned, you really do have a chick in here,” Raya heard the other woman mumble.
“Of course I have a chick in here, I don’t lie about my chicks! Oh look, she’s making a break for it! Get her!” the long haired girl exclaimed.
The duo quickly followed after the bird only for Namaari’s foot to get dangerously close to the bright yellow ball of fuzz Raya can barely make out.
“Don’t squash her!” Raya yelled.
“She cut right in front of me!”
“Just be careful, she’s being graded! If Mrs. Chickadee chickadies, Sisu is going to chickakill me!”
“Well maybe you should tell Mrs. Chickadee to watch where she’s chickagoing!”
Unfortunately, in the chaos, they lost sight of the chick. So now Raya is taking an ice cream break as Namaari continues to hunt for the tiny bird. It’s probably for the best.
“I’m like, ninety percent sure she went by that chair,” Raya declared, using her spoon to point to the chair she spoke of.
“You’re blind, I don’t trust your judgement,” Namaari easily responded.
“First of all, don’t be a mean girl, I’ve had a long day. And second of all.....that’s fair,” the shorter woman sighed as she took another bite of ice cream.
“I am nothing if not fair,” Namaari agreed. “How exactly did this disaster occur?”
“Sisu’s got this animal science class and a big part of her grade is taking care of the little guy while tracking her progress. She went to her brother’s for the weekend because of a picnic thing they have once a month so she asked me to watch Mrs. Chickadee in her absence,” Raya explained.
“Apparently Sisu needed someone to watch both of you in her absence,” Namaari smirked.
Raya hates it when Namaari’s right.
She sighed and ate yet another spoonful of ice cream. Honestly, she should stop herself. She’s the high definition of a stress eater. At the rate she’s going, Raya will have to live in the gym to burn all these calories off.
Raya was going to try aiming the spoon in order to get ice cream on Namaari’s head to bug her, but she stopped when she remembered a certain part of their earlier conversation.
“Hey Maari, what did you mean earlier?” Raya asked without really thinking. She probably should have given her a little more elaboration.
“What are you talking about?” Namaari asked while moving a curtain to see if that was where the chick was hiding.
“Oh, you know, when you got here. You kinda sounded like you didn’t actually believe I had a chick in the house,” Raya clarified. All she got was a dismissive hum from the other girl. “I mean, if I didn’t have the obviously real chick, why did you think I was calling?”
“No no, I thought you were calling about the chick,” Namaari said in the most unconvincing tone of all time.
“Well I personally did not see it that way.”
“You can’t see shit without your glasses, your seeing is very off right now.”
“You are so rude for that.”
“You always think I’m rude- there she is!” Namaari exclaimed, finally finding the damned bird.
“Wait, seriously?” Raya asked hopefully.
Before she knew, it Namaari had lunged across the room to nab Mrs. Chickadee. Raya winced hearing Namaari’s body thud on the ground. That had to hurt.
The currently blind girl rushed over and picked up the little chick from Namaari’s hands. Faster than the devil himself, Raya put Mrs. Chickadee in her cage and locked it.
“I should put you in chains for what you’ve done tonight,” Raya huffed.
Now that the Mrs. Chickadee had been thrown into lockdown she rushed over to Namaari who was still laying on her stomach of the floor. Raya couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that Namaari seemed to have decided there was no point in getting up after that incident.
“How you doin’ down there?” Raya asked while sitting by Namaari’s head.
“I’m not talking to you. You left me for the bird,” Namaari grumbled.
“But Maari, if I didn’t get the bird, your sacrifice would have been in vain! I could never do that to you!” Raya exclaimed while trying really hard not to laugh.
“I suppose. Pretty sure I cracked several ribs though,” Namaari sighed.
She then rolled over so that she was now laying on her back instead of her stomach that she so painfully landed on. Raya scooted over so that Namaari could rest her head on Raya’s lap. Raya yawned as she began idly playing with the other woman’s hair. Namaari mimicked Raya’s yawn and closed her eyes.
“What’s up Undercut?” Raya smiled.
“Just getting injured because of you. Really, it’s just another day in the life,” Namaari said, not bothering to open her eyes.
“Oh come on, aren’t I worth the trouble?” Raya giggled, playfully pinching Namaari’s nose.
“You are,” Namaari simply stated.
Raya blushed at the apparent honesty. Her heart embarrassingly fluttered when Namaari opened her eyes and made eye contact with her. Before Raya could do anything stupid, Namaari’s phone rang.
“Could you get that for me? I’m very comfortable here,” Namaari said while closing her eyes again.
Given the fact that Namaari’s phone is on the table right next to them, Raya easily reached it and handed it to the woman that seemed to be a little too comfortable. Huh, the caller was Atitaya. Wonder what that’s about?
“Hey, what’s up?” Namaari asked. Some muffled sounds on the other end of the line was followed by Namaari’s loud groaning. “Can it seriously not wait?”
More muffled voices indicated that whatever was going on seriously could not wait because Namaari slowly began sitting up, much to Raya’s dismay. She tried to hide her disappointment. She was also choosing to ignore the fact that she missed the other woman’s warmth. This is fine. Totally normal bestie feelings here.
“My awful cousin needs to be picked up from the airport because apparently Uber no longer exists. Or lyft. Or a taxi,” Namaari grumbled as she ended the call.
With a whole lot of complaint, Namaari finally stood up on her own two feet. Raya held out both hands to her friend, silently demanding for her friend to help her up.
“Are you being for real?” the now standing woman deadpanned.
Raya simply smiled and made no move to lower her arms. Namaari rolled her eyes but nonetheless grabbed Raya’s hands and hoisted her up.
“Geez, what would you do without me?” Namaari smirked.
“Probably whither away,” Raya answered honestly.
“Thought so.”
“There’s no need to be so smug, Namaari.”
“First I’m sassy, then I’m smug. Man, I never get to win with you.”
“No, no you don’t because I’m perfect.”
“Well even a smug and sassy girl like me could have told you that.”
“See, here you are back at it again with the sass. Do you ever learn?”
Namaari opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by a loud buzz from her phone. She frowned seeing the message that was left and shoved her phone back in her pocket.
“Alright, I actually have to go because now she’s yelling at me virtually,” Namaari told her.
Raya smiled and gave her a tight hug. Namaari’s arms wrapped around her to give her a small squeeze back.
“Thanks for being the best Namaari ever,” Raya smiled while letting go.
“It’s what I’m here for. I’ll see you later, yeah?” Namaari asked as she was walking out the door.
“Unfortunately for you, yeah,” Raya confirmed.
“Goodnight Raya,” Namaari laughed.
“Goodnight,” Raya said as she closed the door behind Namaari.
As Raya was walking back to her room, she passed by Mrs. Chickadee. She sighed and sat by the bird’s cage.
“So. You think I got a chance with her?” Raya asked.
Mrs. Chickadee chirped.
“Yeah, I hope so too.”
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“Hey bestie! How was chick sitting?” Sisu asked way too early on a Sunday morning.
“So you’re gonna laugh when I tell you this,” Raya began.
“OH MY GOD YOU KILLED HER!” Sisu screamed.
She shoved past Raya and threw her bedroom door open which was where Mrs. Chickadee’s cage resides. And there the cute bird was, just chirping away.
“Oh thank god. Okay, what happened?” Sisu questioned as she flopped on her bed now that she’s much more relaxed.
Raya hopped on the bed with her and gave her friend the spark notes version of what went down a couple days ago. Thankfully, since nothing bad actually happened to the chick Sisu did laugh when she heard the whole story.
“I’m just glad she’s okay,” Sisu smiled.
“Yeah, she’s certainly doing better than Namaari’s ribs right now,” Raya snorted.
“Oh? And what was Namaari doing here?” Sisu asked.
Only now did Raya remember she didn’t actually mentioned Namaari guest starring in the story of the chick that almost escaped this apartment.
“So while assessing the situation in my typical cool calm and collected manner, I had a breakdown before calling Namaari asking for her help,” Raya told her.
“That’s a very Raya thing to do,” Sisu nodded.
Raya laughed before contemplating whether to mention that situation that bothered her the other night. Ultimately, she decided she may as well bring it up. Maybe she can get some perspective.
“Let me tell you Sisu, she said the weirdest thing that night too,” Raya told her.
“What, may I break my ribs on your floor?” Sisu snorted.
“Good guess, but no. When we got there and started our chick hunt she said something along the lines of oh wow you really do have a chick in here. Like I made it up.”
“I mean come on.”
“Come on what?”
“If you call someone and say help me look for my loose chick, its sorta kinda...,” Sisu said trailing off.
“Sorta kinda what?” Raya frowned.
“Sorta kinda sounding like code for I don’t have any underwear on.”
“Thats not the code for I don’t have any underwear on! Is there even a code for that?”
“If there is, it is definitely everything you said to her when you wanted her to come over. It’s not exactly uncommon to make up some bullshit excuse to see the person you got the hots for,” Sisu laughed.
“Oh my god, one of the first things I told her was that I saw the Mrs. Chickadee in my bedroom! Now she thinks I’m a whore!” Raya groaned while face planting in the pillows.
“No she doesn’t, because you actually ended up having a chick. She was only hoping you were a whore,” Sisu grinned.
“Your words do not provide me comfort,” Raya’s muffled voice told her.
“Okay, get your ass up,” Sisu said while yanking on Raya’s arm. “It’s obvious you have feelings for Namaari. So come on, be a big girl and tell her how you feel. Call her.”
“What no, I’m not-” Raya tried to say before her beloved friend decided to be a jackass and take her phone.
Before Raya could even think about fighting back, Sisu opened her phone and pressed the contact name of a certain someone. As the phone was ringing, Raya lunged at Sisu.
“You seem pretty cheerful for a dead girl walking, you evil miscreant!” Raya seethed.
Lucky for Sisu, the phone stopped ringing. Unlucky for Raya, it was because Namaari answered the call.
“Hello? Did you lose another avian again?” Namaari’s voice crackled over the phone.
“Nope, no wandering creatures tonight!” Raya laughed nervously. She vowed to kick Sisu’s ass for this.
“Good, I was seriously wondering if you can be alone without adult supervision,” Namaari laughed.
“You are so annoying,” Raya said with no bite in her tone.
“Since it’s not that, why did you call?” Namaari asked.
Shit, Raya had to come up with an excuse and fast.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Raya said.
You know, like a dumbass.
“Tell her the TV’s not working,” Sisu whispered in her ear.
“The TV’s not working! I try turning it on and all I see is weird static and stuff. Think you can help me out? Only if you’re not busy,” Raya spat out.
“Yeah, I have some time on my hands. I’ll be over in fifteen. Later,” Namaari told her.
“Thanks, you’re the best!” Raya told her before hanging up.
“Now all that’s left is for you to confess your undying feelings for her! I’ll make a beautiful bridesmaid at your guys’s wedding!” Sisu swooned.
“Great, no I actually did make up an excuse for to see her! Ugh, you are turning me into the whore Namaari was expecting!” Raya yelled while hitting Sisu in the face with a pillow.
“I’m doing you a favor, trust me. Now then, I’ll start packing now,” Sisu said.
With that, she hopped out of the bed and started to toss clothes into her backpack.
“I didn’t know your weekend was so jam packed. What have you got going on today, I don’t remember you telling me anything about it,” Raya frowned.
“Oh, there wasn’t a plan or anything, I just don’t want to be here when you guys go at it,” Sisu explained casually.
“I hate you so much,” Raya deadpanned.
“No you don’t!” Sisu cheerfully stated.
Damn, she got Raya there.
Not even five minutes later her friend was out the door. Within the following three minutes, Raya heard a knock. That meant Namaari has just arrived. God, Raya felt like she was gonna puke.
With embarrassingly shaky hands, she opened the door for her good friend. Her pal. Her compadre. Her buddy.
“Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Namaari,” Raya smiled, admittedly very awkwardly.
“You are so weird,” Namaari snorted as she entered the apartment.
When Raya could pretend her feelings didn’t exist, she had no problem with Namaari’s presence. Unfortunately, Sisu called her out. Raya is totally into Namaari.
So how the hell is she supposed to actually say it?
What’s to say Namaari even likes her back anyways? Raya isn’t one hundred percent sure what she’s supposed to be doing right now.
“Alright, let’s see what we’re working with here,” Namaari said.
Due to Raya’s pondering, she didn’t realize her friend had made her way to the television. When Namaari reached for the remote, Raya rushed over and swiped it before the taller woman could even touch it.
“Great, so you expect me to fix this TV with my mind?” Namaari frowned.
“No. That’s not it. I just, I gotta be honest with you here,” Raya sighed while fiddling with the remote.
“Of course. You can tell me anything,” Namaari said to her sincerely.
“Well, there’s sorta kinda nothing wrong with my TV. I lied. I’m a cheap liar. I lured you here under false pretenses,” Raya admitted.
To prove her point, Raya pointed the remote at the television and pressed the on button. As she just stated, the TV functioned normally. Sound on with very clear images. She then turned it off and tossed the remote on the couch.
“I see. Please, enlighten me. Why have you called upon me?” Namaari asked.
Namaari thankfully seemed more amused than anything. Raya’s pretty sure that’s a good sign.
“Okay. No prob. I just wanted to say that I.....,” Raya sighed and took a deep breath. “I like you. As in, more than a friend. And it’s totally okay if you don’t feel the same way! We can absolutely forget this ever happened and-”
Raya could physically feel the words tumble out of her mouth at a speed not even she can stop. Namaari did her a favor by simply putting her hand over Raya’s mouth.
“Okay, I seriously do not know how you’re so stressed about this confession thing. Was I not painfully obvious in the fact that I liked you too?” Namaari asked.
Raya’s entire being lit up at the news. Raya removed the hand that was covering her mouth and beamed.
“So You want to date me? As in, you really want to date me?”
“That’s correct. You’re a quick study, deo la.”
“Hmm. Well, I personally feel like you could have dropped a couple hints, but that’s just me. Now that that’s out of the way, I wanna know the real reason why you thought I didn’t have a chick in the house,” Raya demanded.
“Fine, I’ll give. You’re not the only cheap liar here. I had hoped that you were just making up an excuse to have me come over,” Namaari admitted.
Raya was very pleased to see the other woman’s cheeks develop a nice tint of red.
“I hope it makes you feel better that I literally just did that,” Raya smiled.
“Indeed it does,” Namaari confirmed.
“Now that we’re dating and all, I suppose this would be an appropriate time to kiss you?” Raya asked hopefully.
“You know, I think you’re onto something there,” Namaari agreed.
They stared at each other for a moment before colliding their bodies together. The kiss got intense at rather rapid pace and before Raya even knew it, they wounded up in her bedroom.
“I hope you realize that the last time I came over, I was hoping you’d want to do a lot more than just see me,” Namaari panted.
The taller woman paused, waiting for Raya’s response. She was giving her an out.
“Sisu’s not coming back until morning. We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for,” Raya whispered as she pulled Namaari into her bedroom.
All Raya was willing to say about that night was that it’s a good thing Sisu decided to leave.
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Get to know me! 💋
So,, @the-type-a tagged me in this like 8 months ago and never got a chance to do it cause tumblr kept deleting the draft but I am procrastinating doing my final project to graduate college so here goes nothing
Thanks for the tag and feel free to do it again cause lmao it's been a whike
🖌 - Do you have/want any tattoos?
No I wanna get a spider gwen tattoo but I dont have a ton of money rn
💚 - What’s your favourite colour?
Pastel pink 🩷
🍕 - What’s the last thing you ate?
Spinach Pasta
🕰 - What time is it where you are rn?
11:27 pm (when i started, its 11:50 now)
🌟 - What is your zodiac sign?
Sagittarius sun, Taurus moon, and Aquarius rising.
I also have Venus and Mars in Scorpio so that pretty much sums up why I'm insane.
🌍 - What is your favourite accent?
I really enjoy cockney accents, Daniel Kaluuya's in particular. Maybe it's just his voice.
⚡️ - Do you have any scars?
Yes, I accidentally stabbed my thigh, also accidentally cut it with a blade, and my legs are covered in permanent bruises from when I danced.
🌺 - What’s your MBTI type?
Every time I do it I get smth different, so either INTP or ISFP??
🥀 - Favourite animated movie?
SPIDER-VERSE!!!!!! MY ENTIRE LIFE
I CHOSE MY CAREER BC OF IT
📺 - Favourite show?
The Office probably, or Community, I really like sitcoms
😂 - Are you ticklish?
Isn't everyone??
💍 - Do you ever want to get married?
Yes, I am one of those ppl that want to meet like their one true love and get married and spend our entire lives together
😳 - Do you like your name?
It triggers me a little so I don't like to be called by it but I like the name by itself a lot
💙 - What colour is your bedroom?
Like a beige green, I hate it but it came like that and am too lazy to paint it
🤓 - How did you get your name?
My mom liked it thats it lol
🎓 - When did/do you graduate?
This month hopefully, my ceremony isn't until January tho
🍄 - Do you have/want any piercings?
Yeah I have the normal ones, two in my left ear and one in my right ear so I can freely forget to wear earrings Id add a pick but I dont want to
👀 - What colour are your eyes?
Veeeery dark brown
👱🏻♀️ - What is your go to hairstyle?
A messy bun, I like having it down although it's mostly hot here so that's not possible, and sometimes I do have to put it in a bun cause my hair is really really thin and straight so it tangles incredibly easy and it takes me a good 5 minutes to brush it and I tend to be in such a hurry every morning I simply can't afford to do that
🥂 - Have you ever drank underage?
Yes I didn't know tho lol I was 14 and drinking funny tasting grape juice at sleepovers, my friends thought I knew lol uhmm but yeah after that I stopped until I was 18 and back from quarantine
🍾 - Have you ever gotten drunk?
Don't take me as a role model please, but yes and I love getting drunk, I've never blacked out but I do remember every now and then funny memories like huh I forgot I did that 🥰 Also I've only once drank so much I puked it all up next morning
😱 - What’s your biggest fear?
Roaches?? Not trying to get too deep
🥵 - Would you rather be too hot or too cold?
Hot. I hate not being able to move bc of cold, my body aches so bad when its cold.
🌦 - What’s your favourite weather?
Cloudy, rainy and not cold, like eventually the sun comes out yknow
🍂 - What’s your favourite season?
Fall
🐷 - What’s your favourite animal?
Catssss
🐶 - Do you have any pets?
2 cats!! And my sister has 2 dogs but they're also kinda mine ig
😴 - What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
No idea, I am way too sleep deprived to notice at the end
🎨 - Any hobbies?
Drawing, painting, video editing and designing, anything creative
🛩 - If travelling was free, where’s the first place you’d go?
New York 😭😭😭 if i had a visa also Id love to stay at the plaza hotel
🎇 - What’s your most searched thing on Google?
Probably Taylor Swift?? or the Spice Chalk Stretch Naked Wokfe boots
📱 - Favourite app on your phone?
PINTEREST, a girl without pinterest is an angel without wings..
🤠 - Are you more of a city person or a country person?
City by far, I've spent all my life in the city and wouldn't stand not having everything I have here
Tagging: @spnyuri @queer-cosette and idk who is still active here but whoever wants to do it
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❄️: what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?
oh man this is interesting; usually any ideas i have i just go *crack knuckles* "guess i'll have to write it myself", but if i could choose....
a dream fic of mine would be any sort of Valjean-centric, enjolsette siblings AU where he has to learn to raise two kids who are so vastly similar yet different from each other (and himself) and once they're older, try to come to terms with Enjolras' "terrible" nature in contrast to his own pacifism. as for who would write it, i can always trust our #1 enjolsette siblings truther @pumpkinspice-prouvaire to do enjolsette siblings justice 💪 and anyone who writes Valjean-centric fics will probably also hit it out of the park!
🔪: what's the weirdest topic you've researched for a writing project?
i once downloaded a 150-paged document on the French penal code when i was toying around with a prison AU. recently i've also had to search up:
Duployan shorthand
the Montpellier-Sète railway
the insides of 19th century family tombs
early 19th century paint components
first three are for a single fic (coming soon to an AO3 near you), and the last was for OFEA!
🧃: share some personal lore you never posted about before
i was a wattpad and amino fic writer when i was younger (yes i was in the trenches, but the people i met on both apps were generally quite lovely). a popular-ish fic i had on wattpad was a Supernatural one which centered around the Winchester siblings as well as Castiel and Gabriel being siblings too? seems like i was always interested in sibling dynamics 🤡
ty so much for the ask Jem!! ngl i completely forgot about the ask game post so i had to scroll and find it again ;-;
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If I lay to rest? @ladyaelani4
May I notice you once more?
Even if I looked oddly unsure of what may come to be?
I have ever experienced the same loop of bad memories
That made us forget and forgive these difficult times we were lost in.
Even so
Therefore, I must hold on to your last flower that blooms throughout the trees that roots above ground.
I see your face when I close my eyes.
I had long for.
When our times come to rest, I shall hold your hands in mine Even when we are Forgotten.
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Longing you felt has taken hold of you.
In this awful place, I remember where we assume Sad remains lingered over me,
Seeing you
hold a marvelous love that's warm my heart.
You walked through the forest.
I walked to the city when we first met our second lifetime.
I remembered you in my last life, a baker in medieval.
But then you don't recall yours.
You in this life were amazing to help those in need?
As I look up to stars, I see your return to the start of our journey.
Where we climb and hike throughout the lands, as we we're strangers, met on a few apps.
Twice or more.
I know that was a sign to seek you out. By then, you weren't interested in love.
I weep
I cry
I saw how you always cared for others and laughed at my jokes when we met again.
When I ever get to return to those happy times.
When you leave for your new job in a different place.
I felt like everything was torn apart.
I lost something dear to me made feel happy?
But honestly, my feelings might hurt me instead of you. Bearing in your not interested.
[I]I weep more knowing not coming clean to be honest it's hurts more.
[I]I went to church every day to tell my pastors
[I] They told me to come clean to a person who might not or will understand.
[I] It's forgiveness I seek!
In our third lifetime.
I felt comfortable with the fact that I had a good job as Police officer this time, and you were an artist.
You noticed me this time.
I thought you remember me from our second life.
But I was wrong.
So I laughed as a joke instead.
Your face looked confused.
But honestly, deep down
Trees grow above ground as I hold onto your last flower.
In my hands
As I looked at it in my hands, weren't we purpose to be remember ourselves.
Stuck in cycle remembering you and our lifetimes.
But one day
Maybe someday
Or centuries later
You help out of these treacherous waters.
You probably will unveil my eyes. To see your beautiful smile once more.
[C] Sweet warm gentle.
You were gentle with everyone you came across.
Your warm smiles brought everything to you, as always you were attracted everyone who wanted to see you even me.
Sweet laughs we shared over the camp fires throughout our hiking journeys that lingered in our dreams as weeping into our current lifetime.
I remember that you painted a beautiful landscape of forest where we hiked at mountains.
You shouldn't feel disappointed by how it looks. It tells a memory you don't recognize anymore.
I forgot everything when I was reliving, but you always find me like you have been at for lifetimes repeatedly.
No one notices how we know each other.
But they don't need to.
[C]As I. someday will veil at altar with you.
Hold the flower in our hands in remembering you each time.
But truthfully.
[C] I will wake you from these endless nightmares.
[I] As we walked through forest in each hands together ❤️
I look at you remember how we met in 2023, at art auction. You were police officer.
You were always searching something as I knew.
You were lost.
I was forgetting something couldn't recall.
I was your sweet, warm, gentle
You were the brave, funny listener.
Brave as warrior on battlefield that will never give up on someone.
Funny people were the ones who always made others laugh at their Silly jokes.
A conversation you always listened and you were always helping in small tasks because you were unsure could make me smile.
[B] When we share a poem together you.
[B]Said what will it be about?
[I] I short replied about us, in this different time.
[C] Because we're wandering through lifetimes searching for each other.
[B] Because I was searching for you
[B] My last flower.
You too adorable.
May I rest near you.
Yes.
We both need it.
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I was searching for you.
Poem 2023 middle year.
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Poly!MC Who Constantly Loses Their Phone
Okay! Hello! Thank u for reading!!
I have a couple questions!! Should I continue using Poly!Mc or should I switch over to Polyam!Mc? What is preferred and if we do choose Polyam is it okay for me to just slowly edit my older works to fix them? Thank you!
Also!! I am currently writing a one-shot. That is why this is a kinda short kinda quirky headcanon. I know the majority don't care for my like, actual writing, so please know I'm trying to post stuff for all my readers still!!
Lucifer
Modern problems require magic solutions
He'll probably cast a spell on your stuff, making things easier to trace or impossible to loose. This isn't perfect though.
Lucifer can only cast so many spells. Something is eventually going to slip through the cracks. When you get a new phone is probably when he forgets to replace his spell.
Nothing is worse then watching Lucifer storming throughout the house looking for your device, up-turning furniture, threatening his siblings, and using that same "mom" tone as he scolds you when he eventually does find it.
Probably doesn't trust you with anything important now.
Price to pay, you guess.
Mammon
He's been known to loose his phone before too.
Definitely gets more angry with you for losing yours though.
"What if you got hurt MC?!"
^He's a hypocrite, and can be even worse than you seeing as more often then not his phone dies before it can be found, so it's hard to even track it with an app.
(^Tbh you're lucky he's there to take the heat off you. Otherwise everyone would always be on your ass for this mistake.)
Probably really good at finding your phone but might even forget to give it back to you after finding it. Thus prolonging the cycle.
Leviathan
He tries a lot of things to make you remember your phone.
At first his thought process is that if he makes you reliant on your device in some way, shape, or form, you'll never forget it.
Levi was very wrong.
Despite needing it for contacting the demon brothers, it doesn't really matter. You're rather unbothered by the risk.
Or at least, unbothered enough to still forget your phone.
Probably resorts to putting a retractable string on it’s case. That way at least if you walk away, it will come behind you.
Actively makes sure to backup your apps at least once a week so your game data won't be lost when you inevitably need a new phone.
Satan
He loses stuff pretty often himself but honestly it makes him more mad that you lose things.
If Lucifer doesn’t do it first he’ll definitely put spells on your stuff to make sure you absolutely cannot lose it.
Also he downloads a tracking app on both your phones. Mostly as a backup plan, but also because if he loses his own phone it’s nice having yours right there to find his own.
Might tweak the spell to make it unable for his siblings to find your phone. He’s an ass.
Asmodeus
Tries desperately to get you to remember your phone without means of magic, because it’s rather apparent you forget other things as well and Asmo is SICK AND TIRED of looking for your shit MC.
He made you earrings and you lost them in a day!! What the heck babe??
50% the time he actually knows where your stuff is at. He’s just waiting for you to notice to actually give it back to you.
Asshole but not as bad as Belphie.
Beelzebub
Loses non-food related items pretty easily as well.
Never gets really upset about it though. Everytime he finds something he lost he probably genuinely forgot he even lost it.
Tends to find your things a little more often, simply due to his wild searches for food in the middle of the night.
You’ll often wake up in the morning to a pile of lost things on the dining room table. Sometimes he writes notes for you laughing about where you left something.
Sometimes your things come back to you chewed up, and truthfully, you’ve lost a few phones this way.
Belphegor
He’s such a fucking little asshole.
If you lose something around him, he isn’t telling you unless you ask, and he might deliberately hide shit from you when possible.
If it’s your phone he’s definitely going to mess around on it so when you get it back you’re all confused.
Pictures are full of photos taken by Belphie, texts harrasing Lucifer and Dia have been sent in the masses, and your background is most certainly a picture of you and him together.
“You know you’re going to have to give that back to the, eventually, right?” -Beel, after Belphie spent all day spamming your Devilgram with images of your favorite brother(s)
#Obey me beelzebub#obey me!#obey me x mc#obey me x reader#obey me lucifer#obey me leviathan#obey me belphegor#obey me asmodeus#obey me satan#obey me mammon#poly obey me
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Chocolate eclairs (pt.2)
{Part 1}
🍫 optional bias x reader
🍫 ~5.6k words
🍫 smut, enemies to lovers, slight dom/sub themes, praise kink, some dirty talk, oral (both receiving), face sitting (whew), reader has a thing for hands
(I might have dragged everything out for too long? I’m not sure, you tell me, but I just love thinking about all the details so I went with it. Also while I was writing, at some point I lost half of it and had to re-write it because the damn app didn’t save my changes to the draft 🙃 anyways thank you for reading!)
So far, nothing was going as planned today, but somehow you didn’t mind it anymore. At first you were extremely annoyed to say the least, but you slowly started to think having a tall and ridiculously handsome guy follow you around wasn’t so bad after all. Even though he was purposely being irritating, as always, just to get reactions out of you, it was worth enduring for the random flirty remarks he spat out every once in a while. Was he always like this? Did you only realize it now because you were too busy thinking how obnoxiously confident he was, or did he really also dislike you before? You were quite confused, but you at least thought you should enjoy the moment.
After buying those damn chocolate eclairs that you had been craving for a week, and after he insisted to pay, all while poking fun at how you were gonna die at a young age from how much sugar you consume, your next stop would have been the lingerie store. Except now you had him coming along with you, so you weren’t very sure what you should do. To buy some time, you pretended to look at all the stereotypically “romantic” objects that people usually gifted each other on Valentine’s day. Just for fun, you weren’t planning on hinting at anything, but you just wanted to see what he’d be like. Not to mention window shopping was one of your favorite activities when you had nothing else better to do. He, on the other hand, had his mind fixed on one thing solely.
“Y/n, aren’t we eating those eclairs? You didn’t want them just to carry them around, did you?” he asked with a pout.
“Excuse me, since when is there a ‘we’? They’re my eclairs, and I’m saving them for later. I told you I have plans, were you even listening to me?”
“You have plans, right. Well you should be careful then, that boyfriend you have plans with might get jealous if he sees you walking around with a guy like me. I honestly wouldn’t blame him if he felt threatened, after all, you just let the most handsome dude around here buy you coffee and sweets...oh wait, I forgot. You actually don’t have a boyfriend, do you now?” he said in a sarcastic tone.
“It’s extremely funny that you think I need a man in order to have plans on Valentine’s day. I can very well take care of myself, thank you very much.”
“You can take care of yourself in what way exactly? Because if it’s what I’m thinking of, I bet I can do it better.”
“Thank you for your concern, h/n, but if you think you can buy your way into my pants with some sweets, then you have a very low and unrealistic expectation of me. If you want to impress me, try harder.”
“Oh don’t worry, this is far from my best shot. You just look so hot when you’re mad at me, I can’t stop myself.” he said with a sheepish laugh.
You blushed slightly, both at his words and from seeing him grinning so cutely. He had no business looking all cute like that after he had just literally suggested you sleep with him. How could he switch from being so cocky to getting shy for you in just a matter of seconds? You couldn’t help but wonder what he’d actually be like in bed. Especially since he had just showed a new side of him, a particular image of him being submissive to you was stuck on your brain. You could feel your face heating up, and you hoped he didn’t notice how red your cheeks had probably become.
Brushing it off, you entered a random toy store, feigning interest in some plushies. As you were admiring the various teddy bears that came in all shapes and colors, you noticed he had been surprisingly silent since your last exchange. You threw a glance at him and he seemed to have found some games he was interested in, as he had his eyebrows furrowed, trying to read the instructions on the back of some boxes. Perfect, you thought to yourself, now that he’s distracted, you could think of a plan. What the hell were you gonna do about the lingerie? You didn’t want to give up on buying it, you had wanted it for a long time and now was the perfect occasion. Did you want to go with him? Would he want to even enter the store with you? Would he become flustered and make things awkward? Would it be weird if you suddenly told him to leave you alone for a couple of minutes and meet you later? Or should you just end your meeting right there? You weren’t even sure how you wanted to spend the rest of the day anymore, but you for sure didn’t intend to abandon your plans completely for this man that barged into your solo Valentine’s day like that, despite the fact that you were starting to get interested in him.
While you were definitely overthinking the situation, h/n had long finished browsing the board games section. Suddenly, you felt someone’s hot breath near the side of your neck.
“Y/n. You’ve been staring at that teddy bear for 3 minutes now. Did you not have any as a child, or do you want me to buy it for you that bad? You could just ask, you know.”
Startled by the proximity of his voice, you turned your head to him and took a few steps away. “Wow, you sure have a talent for being rude. You’re still annoying even when you’re trying to hit on me.” you said trying to seem unaffected. However, you would lie if you said that feeling his breath on your skin didn’t send shivers down your spine.
He chuckled at your reaction and slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
“So? Do you want it or not?”
“With that sort of attitude, I shouldn’t even answer. So what if I wanted it, what would you do? There’s nothing between us, so why would you buy it for me?” you taunted. You knew he was trying to make you soften up, but you weren’t falling for it just yet.
“Who said I’d buy it for you? If I did and you ended up sleeping with a stuffed toy every night, that would just be unfair.” he pouted. Why was he acting this cute now? This man was so confusing.
“What the hell does that even mean?”
“I don’t wanna be jealous of a teddy bear. I’d rather you would sleep with me instead.”
You stared at his triumphant smile for a few seconds, at a loss for words. He looked like he just made the best pick-up line ever. It was so bad, yet you wanted to accept his wish and take him home. What was wrong with you?
“You’re absolutely obnoxious, did you know that? Wipe that smirk off your face, you look like an idiot.”
He laughed. “But somehow you’re still putting up with me. I’d say you’re doing a great job enduring me. Unless...you’re actually enjoying my company, which I suspect you do.”
“Yeah, whatever. Come on, I have one more thing to get before I can finally go home and get rid of you.”
You had made up your mind. You weren’t letting any man interfere with your plans.
Walking in the most confident way possible, you entered the lingerie store. You didn’t even spare him a glance as you looked through the pieces, searching for something that would match your taste. You were dying to know what his reaction was, what he was thinking, but you weren’t giving in. Suddenly, you had an idea. Acting like what you were doing was the most normal thing, you picked out two options, pretending you couldn’t decide between them. One was a black see-through set adorned with velvet hearts, while the other was made out of red lace and a bunch of straps that looked like a harness. Either way, both were made more to reveal rather than cover you up. Holding one in each hand, you turned to look at him with an unfazed expression plastered on your face.
“Make yourself useful for once and help me decide. Which one do I get?”
Seeing the way he was looking at you made a flush of heat spread across your face. His eyes were dark and he looked like he would have devoured you right then and there. You didn’t know what you expected, but this look was definitely not it.
He took a few seconds to respond, during which his gaze on you only seemed to intensify. He almost looked angry, clenching his jaw and eyeing you so strongly.
“You’d look great in both, but I’d take the red one.”
Hearing his choice, you immediately hung it back on the rack and took your other option to the cash register.
You heard him scoff behind you. “Why bother asking me if you were gonna pick that one anyway?”. He was smiling, but it was clear that he was trying to control his frustration.
You gave him the sweetest smile in the world. “I liked both equally and couldn’t decide, so I’m getting the one you like less. Since you’re never gonna see me wearing it anyway.”
“You drive me insane. That makes absolutely no sense.”
“Really? But you’re the one that’s been following me around all day. Now you’re angry with me, how come?” you said innocently.
He smirked and took a few steps until he was so close, you could feel his hot breath on your face, but you didn’t back away and maintained his gaze. His scent was intoxicating, and you were trying your best to not show how into him you were already.
“If you want to make me angry, you’ll have to try harder, babygirl.” you clenched your thighs hearing that word escape his lips. “I like your teasing a little too much, actually. But making me imagine you wearing all these pretty things only to point out that I can’t have you the way I want? I have to admit, that was pretty mean.”
“Are you challenging me? Then I guess I need to step up my game to really get back at you.”
“Alright then, let’s make a deal. If you fail to make me angry by tonight, you have to go on a date with me. What do you say?”
You couldn’t stop the smirk forming on the corner of your lips. “Deal. You know, now I kinda understand why you keep bothering me. It’s actually fun trying to get you annoyed.” This time you weren’t lying.
He smiled back at you. “Glad we’re on the same page about one thing at least. So, any other torturous shopping that we need to do today? An adult store, maybe, since you said you like to take care of things yourself?”
“Nice try. I actually have a table reserved for later today, so I’m gonna have to go home and get ready. I wanted to go alone and have some me-time, but since I don’t plan on losing that challenge, I guess now you gotta come with me.”
He stopped in his tracks. “Wait a second,”he said and put the back of his palm on your forehead as if checking for a fever, “now it sounds like you’re the one asking me out. What happened? Are you okay?” he asked in an overly dramatic way. Oh great, now he was back to being the town circus.
“It’s not a date, silly. Hopefully, it’s gonna be the worst dinner of your life, so I won’t have to see your face ever again.”
“You do know that I could just not show up and make you lose the bet, right?”
“If you do that, you won’t get my number. So no way to receive your prize.” Besides, you thought to yourself, wasn’t tonight already a date in itself? There was no way he would skip on that, or at least so you hoped. “See you at 6.” you said as you walked away, leaving him behind.
By now your only desire was to get him totally whipped for you. He might have seen through your intentions already, but you couldn’t care less. The fights and arguments that were real in the beginning had now become an act, some sort of game to see which one of you would give in first. And you weren’t backing down until you had him completely wrapped around your finger. This year’s V-day turned out to be a lot more fun than you initially thought.
After getting home, you took your sweet time showering and making yourself as pretty as possible. Having drenched yourself in perfume and strawberry scented body lotion, you put on the new lingerie and a red dress that complimented your figure. You did some minimal, but flattering make-up and took a good look in the mirror. You looked good enough to eat. Exactly what you wanted.
By the time you arrived at the restaurant, he was already waiting for you, and you realized he had probably tried just as hard as you to look hot. And he had definitely done a great job. His hair was pushed back and the suit jacket he was wearing highlighted his broad shoulders and tall figure. You wanted him to push you against a wall right then and there.
“Are you sure you’re not made out of sugar? You look so good, I’m afraid that if I touch you, you’d melt under my fingers.”
“You wish. I don’t even get a hi, you start our conversation with a lame pick-up line? This evening is going to be even more boring than I thought.” you said rolling your eyes.
“It’s good to see you again too. Come on, let’s order quickly, I’m starving.” he said as he was already looking through the menu.
After this first exchange, the rest of the dinner actually went on pretty normally. Without realizing, you had gotten comfortable with each other and stopped arguing altogether. Now you were just chatting about whatever came to mind, enjoying your meals and each other’s company. However, you did notice his eyes lingering a little too long on your exposed neck and chest, which you did your best to bring forward as much as you could when you moved around. You were hyper aware of his gaze on every move you made and you loved the attention he was giving you. You felt like you were the only woman in the room for him, the only one that deserved his attention. You suddenly remembered you were supposed to get him angry, but you weren’t sure you didn’t want a second date after all. However, you felt the need to say something about it.
“Look at all these couples enjoying their romantic dinner, and then there’s us. Here for the sole purpose of annoying each other.”
“If that was the purpose, I’d call this an epic fail.” he said with a smile and took a sip of his gin tonic,”So you still don’t want to admit that this is, in fact, a date?”
“Why would it be one, when we haven’t done anything out of the ordinary? We are just two people eating out together.”
“Good thing the evening isn’t over, then. Great choice of restaurant, by the way. But even though the food was amazing, I’d still prefer eating you out.”
His bluntness caught you off guard, and you let the glass you were previously holding down on the table with a little more force than intended. From the impact, your drink splashed everywhere, including on yourself.
You moved a bit of the fabric of your dress away so you could wipe the martini drops that had just spilled on your chest, which uncovered the strap and the top part of your bra for a few seconds. You didn’t think much of it, but heard him swallow loudly. When you raised your eyes back to meet his, he was looking at you like he wanted to undress you with his eyes.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Did what on purpose?” you asked confused.
“Don’t act so innocent, you know exactly what I’m saying.”
“No idea what you’re talking about. Anyway, care for dessert? You need some sugar in your system, you seem to be turning grim again.”
“If by dessert you mean you, then I’ll gladly accept. You have enough sugar to keep me up for a long time.” he said with a smirk.
“Oh god, can you cut the disgusting jokes out? You make me sick.”
“You’ll be even more disappointed to find out they’re not jokes. By the way,” he leaned over the table so he could bring his face a little closer to yours, “we’ve almost finished our drinks and you still haven’t made me angry. Time is ticking.”
You fell silent for a couple of seconds, and played with your necklace while deep in thought. You were done playing this game. You wanted him, and you wanted him tonight. You wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but ever since you stepped foot in that place all you had been imagining were his veiny hands all over your body, how pretty his long fingers were and how much you wanted them inside you. He hadn’t even touched you once, but your panties were feeling damp already just by staring at his hands or seeing him clenching his jaw. You hadn’t noticed that your fidgeting with your necklace had caught his attention and he was now practically staring at your boobs without any hint of shame in his eyes. Your chest was heaving up and down as his eyes set your skin ablaze and your thoughts ran wild. Of course his gaze didn’t miss your heavy breathing. His fist was clenched on his glass and the veins on his arm protruded even more than usual. Your brain was so intoxicated with him that it completely forgot how to form sentences, leaving him without a reply. He leaned closer to you over the table and all but whispered.
“Just say the words, and I’ll give you whatever you want. All you have to do is say it.”
You hesitated, questioning whether you should swallow your pride or not. You stared into his deep brown eyes, glistening with lust, and admired his plump, slightly parted lips, silently pleading for you to stop this stupid game and finally admit what you’re feeling for each other. He was done playing, and so were you.
“It’s finally time for those eclairs.”
A knowing smile spread on his face, as if he had just won the lottery.
The ride to your place was awfully silent. You felt like you could cut the tension in the atmosphere with a knife. Sitting near him in the back of the cab and just feeling his presence so close to you kept your skin burning up during the entire ride. He still hadn't touched you in the slightest, not even on your hand, and at this point you thought it was intentional just so you'd become desperate for him. It was working. It felt like the drive was taking ages, so you decided to have some fun and tease him a little.
You slowly slid your hand over your legs, starting from your knees and going up towards the hem of your dress, pulling it up ever so slightly. He noticed your movements instantly, and his eyes snapped to you. Now that you were assured he was watching, your hand traveled further under your dress, carefully so it doesn't reveal too much, and started running your own fingers across your damp panties.
His eyes widened, and you saw his adam's apple move when he swallowed a lump in his throat. "What do you think you're doing?" he whispered.
"What does it look like to you? I am an independent woman. Since you have not laid a hand on me all day, I'm doing it myself."
"You're an impatient one, aren't you?" you maintained his gaze but didn't stop your actions, slipping a finger underneath your underwear and whimpering ever so quietly, enough for only him to hear. You were determined to bring him down.
Like you had just pressed a button, his body reacted to your sounds faster than expected. The vein on his hand twitched as he quickly grabbed your wrist and held it in place.
"If you don't stop that, I’ll make sure you have trouble walking tomorrow." his words sent a shiver down your spine. With that, he firmly pulled your hand away and intertwined his fingers with yours, as if preventing you from causing more trouble. You decided to obey him, for now.
After a couple of minutes, you were arriving at your place. He followed you silently into the building and into the small elevator, where you were met with another crisis. He looked like he tried really hard to restrain himself as he leaned with his back and head against the mirror. He was looking at you through furrowed brows and hooded eyes, and you wondered why did he put himself through this struggle, when he could’ve had you right then and there. Pretending to check your mascara in the mirror behind him, you placed one hand on his chest and leaned over him, your face dangerously close to his neck, making sure your exposed cleavage pressed against him in the process. You didn’t care how obvious it was, he was clearly enjoying it. He did nothing but watch you, but his sigh and accelerating breath rate were giving him away. As soon as you reached your level, you instantly shot out of the elevator and got to your door in record time.
The moment you set foot into the apartment and closer the door behind you, any control that you had before, just vanished into thin air.
“Fucking finally”. He wasted no time in pressing you against the wall, both hands holding the sides of your face while he kissed you with all the pent up frustration from that day. You could feel his whole body onto you and yet you wanted more, your hands grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and tugging at it in an attempt to bring him even closer. His lips were soft but aggressive at the same time, the kiss neither too intense nor too slow, earning chills all over your spine the first time his warm tongue entered your mouth. It was still not enough, so you took over and laced your fingers at the back of his head, pulling on his hair while pushing yourself into him. His hands started traveling down your body, gripping your waist and hips with force as he pulled you even closer, making you feel his erection against you in the process.
Out of breath, you broke the kiss to take a good look at him in this state. He was looking at you through glossy, hooded eyes, with his plump lips parted and glistening from the intensity of your kiss. He looked so hot, you realized you might not make it to the bedroom.
Closing in the distance once again, his hands went to squeeze your ass through your dress as he started placing wet kisses down the side of your neck, painfully slowly, sending shivers all over your spine. You lifted a leg up to snake around his own, as if to invite his hands to stop wasting time and get under your skirt already.
“You’re surprisingly gentle for someone who’s been trying to get into my pants all day.” you felt him squeeze your ass harder, and he suddenly bit the soft skin under your ear and sucked on it, earning a gasp from you.
He didn’t reply, but instead slid his hand up your thigh and ran his fingers over your soaking panties.
“And you’re surprisingly wet for someone who supposedly hates me.” he teasingly rubbed the tip of his finger on your clothed clit, making you whine in response. It was almost as if the fabric wasn’t there at all, given how thin it was in the first place. “What did you buy this pretty underwear for, just to ruin it later?”
“Since when do you care about my lingerie?”
“I thought you wanted me to, since you brought me with you to that store and even asked for my opinion.” He pushed your panties to the side and properly coated his fingers with your juices. “You were such a dirty little slut for doing that to me.” his words shot straight to your core.
“Me, dirty? That little head of yours has a lot of issues. It’s your own fault for liking me in the first place.” you teased.
Hearing that, he pushed two fingers into your hole and you moaned. “You can talk shit all you want, but your body can’t lie about how much you want me, princess.” He pulled his hand away from your core, and took his own fingers, now coated with your essence, into his mouth, licking them clean. “Now be a good girl and take this dress off for me.” he said, pulling away from you.
Not wanting to torture yourself any longer, you obeyed him, getting rid of your dress as quickly as possible. As he finally fully saw you in the pretty underwear, he eyed you from head to toe, as if he was looking at his prey, swallowing loudly. “Y/n, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
You pushed him back and led him to the couch, making him sit down. You quickly straddled his lap, making sure your boobs were right in his face as you grabbed the hair at the back of his head and brought your mouth to his ear, licking a stripe up from the side of his neck, reaching his earlobe. He shivered under you, and you started unbuttoning his shirt, while both his hands stroked over your boobs, touching your nipples and lightly pinching and twisting them over the thin material of the bra. The sensation was spreading into your entire body, making you moan right into his ear. You nibbled onto his earlobe, and he sighed loudly, grabbing your ass and pulling you on top of his dick, grinding into you. Your fingers ran over his now exposed chest and down to his belt, trying to get it undone. He grabbed your hands and undid it himself, and you stood up so he could get rid of his pants.
Instead of sitting back on his lap, you dropped to your knees in between his legs and pulled his underwear down. His cock looked so red and hard, it seemed almost painful, and made your mouth water. You wanted to torture him some more though, so you stuck your tongue out and slowly ran it up from the base to his swollen tip, all while looking directly into his eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was biting his lower lip so hard, as if to keep him from making any sound. You were going to change that. You swirled your tongue around the tip, collecting the drops of precum, before taking him whole into your mouth. As you started bobbing your head, you made sure to take a little more of him each time, pushing your own limit gradually, looking up at him from time to time. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this. You’re taking me so well.” he said, trying to keep himself from forming any other sounds, and you wondered why wasn’t he letting go already. You wanted to make him a moaning mess. One of your free hands started playing with his balls, as you ran your nails across his thigh with the other one. Going a little deeper, his cock hit the back of your throat, and you paused for a second, swallowing around him, which earned a long, breathy moan from him. There, that was your reward. You continued taking him as deep as you could, looking up at him with wide eyes. This was his breaking point, as he couldn’t control his sounds anymore, his mouth was agape, letting out small grunts and whimpers now and then, and you felt his hips struggling to keep still. As the ache in your pussy was getting unbearable because of your actions, your own hand came to play with your clit to get some sort of release, moaning around his cock.
He didn’t miss this, as suddenly, his hand flew to your hair and he held you still. “Don’t you dare touch yourself. Get up” he said in a demanding voice. He followed you up himself, and completely slid his shirt and underwear off of him, then laid down on the carpet. “I want you to sit on my face. Let me have my dessert and enjoy you like you deserve.”
You didn’t need to be told twice. After discarding your panties, you placed your knees on either side of his head and carefully lowered your cunt closer to him, but he grabbed your ass and aggressively pulled you onto his mouth, making you gasp and grip the couch beside you for support. The feeling of his wet and warm tongue against you was making your thighs weak. He started by licking a long stripe across your folds, then alternated between sucking at your clit, drawing patterns with his tongue across your sensitive spot at different paces and intensities. Your sounds and whimpers were a mess, and you could feel your orgasm building with each second. He was eating you out like a starved man, face buried completely under your pussy, and the view was only contributing to your arousal. One of his hands snaked up to your nipple and started playing with it, adding to the sensation. When he suddenly applied more pressure to a certain angle, you thought you were gonna lose your mind. “Fuck, h/n, right there, please, don’t stop” was what you wanted to say, but you weren’t sure your words came out coherently. Either way, he got the message, and a few seconds later, you were coming undone on his tongue, letting out a few high-pitched moans as he helped you ride out your high.
After regaining composure, you stood up to let him breathe. His lips and chin were glistening from your juices, and he wiped them off with the back of his hand. “That was delicious. You’re a fucking goddess, did you know that?” he said as he stood himself up, grabbed your face and kissed you with force.
“Just fuck me already.”
“You don’t need to tell me twice.” he said as he pushed you against your table, having you lie down on it. He quickly grabbed a condom from his jeans and rolled it on his still painfully hard cock. Grabbing your legs and holding them on each side of him, he rubbed the tip of his member over your clit a few times before fully pushing it into your tight hole, swearing in the process. He wasted no time before moving, slowly at first to let you adjust, then suddenly slammed his hips into you with force, earning a loud moan from you. “Fuck, do that again, please” you said, already feeling your second orgasm starting to build up. He thrusted into you harder and deeper, filling the room with your sounds everytime his skin met yours. The way he filled you up was absolutely delicious, clouding your vision and making you lose yourself in your pleasure as he was hitting all the right spots inside you.
“Ever since your brought me into that store, all I could think of was fucking you in your pretty lingerie, imagining how your boobs would bounce up and down while I pound into you like this.” you took his hand and brought it to your lips, silently asking him to let you suck onto his fingers. “You don’t know how much of a torture that wa- fuck” you took his long and pretty fingers into your mouth and swirled your tongue around them, mimicking the way you sucked him off earlier and watching him lose his ability to speak as his mouth hung open. “H/n, harder, don’t stop, I’m going to come.” you said in a desperate attempt to get him to shut up and concentrate. Motivated by your words, he increased his pace, and after a few more hard and sloppy thrusts, you reached your second orgasm, soon followed by his own. His whole body twitched as he came down from his high, both of you panting, and exhausted.
Pulling out of you, he quickly discarded the condom and took you into his arms to place both you and him comfortably on the couch.
“That was fucking hot” he said, still holding you in his arms while you were catching your breaths.
“Yeah. I think I might hate you a little less after this.” you said and you both laughed.
After coming back to your senses, you got up and went straight to the kitchen. A few seconds later, you came back holding the box he bought you from the french bakery, handing him an eclair.
“I knew why I saved those chocolate eclairs for later. They taste better after you’ve been craving them all day, don’t you think?”
He just smiled in response. “You might be right. By the way, I won. It seems like you’ll be drinking ice americanos again, after all.”
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nieyao or 3zun + prompt 64 with cat!baxia
64. “I think your cat wants to kill me.” [This got way away from me WHOOPS]
“So. This date is going fantastically. Do I make top 10?”
Meng Yao huffed a short, polite laugh through his nose at Mingjue’s rueful question. “Being nursed back to health by a handsome man is certainly adding back points lost in the cat attack,” he replied, and some of the frustrated dread bled from the ball in Mingjue’s chest. “I really could do this myself, you know,” he added.
Mingjue sighed. “Yeah, well, since it was my cat attack, I feel like I need to make reparations. I’ve also taken First Aid more times than I can count and cat scratches can get really nasty.”
If this were a one of the sappy romcoms Huaisang loved so much, standing at the sink together as he tended to the 2 gashes scoring down Meng Yao’s forearm with several antiseptic soaked cotton balls had the potential to be romantic. Except Mingjue had never liked those movies and he just felt like a fucking asshole who owned an unruly animal.
He had met Meng Yao at the grocery store. Mingjue had looked up from his phone at the sound of a sharp voice--a middle aged business man was snapping at a young man in front of him in line; "Fucking Christ, you're going to hold up everyone."
"You can go ahead of me if you'd like--"
"There's a whole line of people here! We all have places to go!"
The man being yelled at--(the very attractive man with round, dark eyes, he noted)--had grimaced placatingly, as the cashier was saying, "We can hold his groceries while he goes out, sir, you won't have to wait."
A the business man threw his hands into the air in disgust, Mingjue had slid his phone into his back pocket and interrupted in his 'is this guy bothering you' voice; "What's the problem?"
3 pairs of eyes had darted to him immediately and gone wide. The very good looking man had tensed completely, eyes darting to the door in a way that looked involuntary--and well, Mingjue had been struck by the completely overwhelming urge to tuck him back behind him and make this asshole between them shit his pants in fear. And anyone else that made him look that scared, for that matter. "I'm sorry," the scared, attractive, adorable, fragile-looking, harassed young man had said a tight smile, "I forgot my wallet in my car, we can just--"
"Here," Mingjue slid out his credit card handed it--pointedly--over Mr. Business-Asshole's head to the cashier. "I'll cover it. You know what," he had added, fixing the quickly wilting dickhead with his best 'I-can-bench-press-you-and-then-feed-you-your-own-esophagus-no-problem' stare, "Why don't you get the nice lady behind me, too. Once this guy is done running for the biggest jackass award. I'll wait."
And, you know, weirdly enough, Mr. Asshole had actually left the line, red faced and without his shitty little protein shakes. As the cashier bit back a grin and rung up the card, the harassed young man--who was even prettier up close, holy hell, it made his lower back sweat--had tried to insist that it wasn't necessary, that really, he had the money, he could just go get it, he appreciated it but didn't need Mingjue to put himself out. Mingjue had just shrugged and held out his hand. "It's the principle of the thing. Nie Mingjue."
The man had opened his mouth, looked down at his hand; then, he had smiled and holy goddamn fucking shitballs he had dimples. Shaking it firmly in a hand that was soft and cool and slim, he had said, "Then...thank you. Meng Yao. I'll have to pay you back. Do you have a cash app?"
"Don't bother."
"I insist."
"You can buy me dinner sometime, then," Mingjue's mouth had decided to say without permission, but luckily he agreed with the idea and so had been quite pleased to see Meng Yao's ears go pink.
"...That sounds fair," he replied, finally, those lovely dimples returning.
The cashier had cleared their throat, brightly. "Do you by chance have our loyalty card?"
They agreed on a first date in a public restaurant where they could verify that the other wasn’t some sort of serial killer. It had even been a nice one that Meng Yao had insisted on where they had also shared a bottle of wine and interesting conversation. Meng Yao was exceedingly smart and easy to talk to--the perfect conversational partner with a knack for solving many of the problems that Mingjue hadn't even realized he complained about. In return, he had made his attraction quite clear and Meng Yao had ducked his head.
"I'll have you know that I don't go home with anyone on the first date," he had said carefully, eyes on his fingertip as he ran it around the rim of his wineglass. "It's a personal rule of mine. I wouldn't want you to get the wrong impression."
"That's fine with me," Mingjue shrugged. "If you're up for it, I'll wait for as many dates outlasts your rule, 'cause I grill a mean steak."
Those dimples came back and he had sat back in his chair, voice light as he asked, "Oh? Won't you get bored?"
Mingjue had snorted and finished off his glass. "Just because I'd like to sleep with you doesn't mean I don't also want to get to know you, you know."
Mingjue was just getting to know the guy, so he couldn't be sure, but that answer seemed to please him.
The night of the cat disaster was the 4th on their run of dates--Mingjue had shooed Huaisang over to Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng’s house for the night and invited Meng Yao over via text for dinner and a movie and also the option of sex, if he wanted.
Apparently, the bluntness had made Meng Yao laugh. Mingjue had texted back that he preferred honesty in all things and could handle a ‘no, thanks’ with plenty maturity. Meng Yao had replied, ‘I’m sure you can,’ which, he had very keenly noticed, was not a ‘no, thanks.’
Dinner had gone great--homemade meals always seemed to impress--and they had been preparing to split a chocolate lava cake in front of a shitty action movie they had both agreed on with the understanding that neither of them minded missing anything if they decided fooling around was more interesting.
But now, there was blood everywhere--on the dishes in the sink, on the towel they had hastily staunched it with, on the countertop and the mood was ruined because his giant, grumpy ass cat had decided to savage his date as they were cleaning up the table. Baxia had sniffed his leg suspiciously when he first came in, flinching away as he knelt down to offer his fingers. Then, she had fixed him with a glare, hissed, and turned around and stalked away, fluffy gray tail held high--which, for her, was practically a warm welcome. She had her boys--Huaisang and Mingjue--and hated pretty much everyone else (except for Wei Wuxian's older sister Jiang Yanli when she had dropped him off to hang out with Huaisang when his license got suspended. Which had happened a few times, now).
Everything had been fine with her while they ate--she had even spent it under the table, rubbing up against Mingjue's legs, staring up at Meng Yao without making so much as a peep. It was when they had risen that disaster struck. She had hopped up onto Meng Yao's chair and decided to take personal offense to his existence with absolutely no warning at all when he passed by with his hands full of silverware.
Now, Meng Yao’s long fingers curled into a fist as the cotton passed over a particularly deep part of the slice, though his face remained calm, so Mingjue winced for him. "Sorry. I swear, she's never done this before, I don't know what the hell her problem is."
Meng Yao shook his head, smile pressed and polite as he said, "Really, it's fine." He shifted on his feet to lean his hip against the cupboards and, immediately, Mingjue seized his elbows.
“Are you dizzy?”
The other man had stiffened at the sudden movement, staring up at him. Then, he blinked and smiled, shaking his head. “No, I'm alright.”
Mingjue eyed him suspiciously. “You’re sure?”
He laughed. “I’m not going into shock, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’ve had much worse, trust me. I’m not going to pass out.”
Mingjue remained unconvinced. Instead of arguing further, he simply lifted him by the waist to sit on the island across from the sink for lack of a chair. Meng Yao let out the beginning of a squeak, hands automatically flashing up to bunch in the front of his shirt for balance. He blinked down at Mingjue, then the ground, then back at him, eyes wide and nostrils flared. Mingjue couldn't tell if it was annoyance, horniness, or a combination of both--and that was all well and good except that he was still bleeding and he knew from experience what a bitch blood was to get out of clothing. So he just pulled Meng Yao's arm out again and went back to work, asking, "So what was the 'much worse'?"
"Pardon?"
"You said you knew you're not going to pass out because you've had 'much worse'. What's the story there?"
"Ah. No story. I broke my arm. Compound fracture. I stayed awake the whole time, so a cat scratch is fairly minor, in comparison."
Mingjue hissed in through his teeth reflexively in sympathy and scanned him. Either he healed fantastically or the scar was higher up on his arms, under the soft cream sweater sleeves that were rolled up to his elbows--luckily, they had been rolled up before the attack and had escaped blood thus far. "Fuck. How'd that happen?"
"Fell down some stairs."
Mingjue raised an eyebrow at the stark explanation. "Well, maybe you shouldn't fall down stairs. Ever thought of that?"
Meng Yao smiled thinly down at him, dark eyes glinting in the fluorescent lights. "Mm. I'll have to keep that in mind." The dimples he searched for avidly were there, faintly, and Mingjue found himself wanting to nibble on them.
They hadn't done much else besides a kiss goodnight in the shadows near the entrance to the parking garages of their dates, because Mingjue was being good and keeping his hands above the belt. And he should probably figure out whether or not this date was going to have the eject button pressed, first. There was blood everywhere, still.
"Why all the First Aid classes?" Meng Yao asked suddenly, keeping his arm extended out even as Mingjue released him to rummage for the antibacterial spray. "Was it because your demon cat kept attacking people?"
Mingjue barked out a laugh and sprayed down his arm--Meng Yao didn't flinch. "At first, it was for lifeguarding, every summer since I was 16 until I graduated college. Now, I take refresher courses because I run a martial arts studio and shit can get real real fast, especially with newbies who try to fuck around." Tearing open the packet of sterilized gauze with his teeth so he could still hold his arm, he situated it and held it with a gentle thumb. "Tape or gauze wrap?"
Meng Yao shrugged. "I have no preference. Surprise me."
Gauze wrap it was. It would hurt less than pulling tape off his arm later. Meng Yao watched him finish up quietly, ankles linked, posture straight and proper even sitting on a kitchen counter. On impulse, Mingjue lifted his now bandaged arm and kissed the skin of his wrist, just below where the gauze stopped and got a slight shiver for his trouble. He looked up at him, then, an angle he was not used to but was definitely enjoying. "This has been a piss poor date. I really am sorry."
"The dinner was lovely before it ended in bloodshed, I promise," Meng Yao assured him, smiling. Then, it grew a little sly and he leaned in, slowly, stretching his arms out over Mingjue's shoulders to link behind his neck. "Although, you could always kiss it better."
Well, there was no possible way to misinterpret that particular invitation and he heartily took it, snugging Meng Yao up against him with hands on his hips and devouring him just as indulgently as he would the forgotten lava cake cooling on the stove top. He hummed in appreciation as Meng Yao's arms wrapped tighter, his thighs squeezing around his hips as he kissed back with just as much enthusiasm. He tasted like the dry wine they had finished the meal with.
All at once, though, Meng Yao froze, hands stilling in his hair. Before Mingjue had time to be confused, he whispered against his mouth, "I think your cat wants to kill me," eyes fixed on something over Mingjue's shoulder.
Mingjue craned his neck around to find Baxia perched on the counter next to the sink, tail swishing, gaze locked with Meng Yao, ears flicked out to the sides. She let out a low, quiet growl.
"Oh, for fucks sake," Mingjue growled back. "That's it. You're going in Huaisang's room for the night."
#little-smartass#SO LIKE WRITING THINGS CHRONOLOGICALLY IS APPARENTLY DIFFICULT FOR ME#But this was fun!! Nice low stakes! Cat attack!#Nieyao#modern au#ask#prompt#my fic#my stuff#this became much longer than I anticipated
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An untitled, unedited and unbeta'd, and not-yet-complete Elmax Instagram ficlet I wrote ages ago, because I just feel like it. Also I was positively craving it.
Enjoy.
"El! Thank goodness, there you are!"
El Hopper has no idea who this girl is, but before she can react, the girl has placed herself right next to El, and linked their arms together.
"Come on, we're gonna be late!"
"Late? W-Wha-?"
"Oh my god, don't tell me you forgot. About the thing?" The girl raises her eyebrows at El. El can only stare silently back.
"You know, the thing? The thing we're not supposed to talk about in public?"
El shakes her head.
"Oh my god, El." The girl leans in, cupping her hand around El's ear.
"Play along." She whispers. "I'm trying to save you from being bombarded by all these fans."
(Max instantly hates herself for that. What was she thinking? 'Save'?? Who is she, a damn Disney prince?)
"Remember?"
El is still registering what was just whispered in her ear. She thinks she understands what's going on.
"The thing..." She looks at the girl, who nods her head, encouraging her. "Is today?"
"Yes! God, I can't believe you forgot, we gotta go, come on!" The girl is tugging her away and El lets her. "Don't worry, you guys can catch her later!" The girl calls to the small group of people shrinking behind them.
The girl leads her away from everyone and around a corner, into an abandoned hallway. Once they are far in and sure they're alone, she lets go of El's arm and turns to face her.
"You okay?"
"Uh..." El stutters for a moment. "Yeah. Thanks. Um...why did you save me?"
The girl blushes. "You just looked really...tired. Like you would rather have been anywhere else. And you deserve a break, you know?"
They go silent for a moment.
"Why did you do it that way?"
"Huh?"
"Saving me. Why did you tell me there was a thing? There isn't a thing."
"Oh! Well, I got the idea from Aladdin."
El only stares.
"Don't tell me you've never seen Aladdin. The Disney movie?"
"I've seen some Disney movies."
"Well, you have to watch Aladdin, it's a masterpiece."
"Okay."
They go silent again as El thinks of something to say.
"What's your name?"
"Max." The girl responds. "It's short for Maxine, but I just go by Max."
"That's a cool name." She really means it, and when Max grins, she grins too.
"Thanks."
They go silent again before the girl breaks the silence.
"So, um...listen...do you think...could we take a picture together? For Instagram?"
(Max had to add that last bit, she doesn't want to sound like a total creep)
"Sure." El likes this girl. She seems nice. Nothing like the people who had been crowding her before.
Max takes out her phone, and the girls move closer as Max takes a selfie.
"Awesome." She says. "Thank you so much."
El nods. "Will you tag me?"
"Sure!
...will you see it, though? I mean, you probably get so many notifications..."
"Oh yeah..." She thinks for a moment. "What's your name?"
"Max...?"
"On Instagram." She clarifies, a bit embarrassed.
"Oh!" She laughs softly. "It's MadMax, but with two x's...want me to find it for you?"
She nods.
"Can I see your phone?" El hands it to her. Max opens the Instagram app, and searches up her profile. Looking over the top of the device, El watches her. Then Max hands her the phone back.
El takes it and looks down at the screen.
'MadMaxx_2005'. El sees a bunch of pictures of the girl in question. She's pretty, and she looks like a lot of fun.
"Thanks. I'll keep an eye out for the picture."
Max nods. "Awesome. So, um...do you want me to walk back out with you, keep the crazy fans away...?"
"Okay." She actually would like some normal company. "I need to find my brother."
They wander the mall until they find him.
~
"So, what d'you think of her? What's she like?" Will's boyfriend asks her later. He hadn't been at the mall with them.
"She seemed pretty cool." Her brother chimes in. "Aaand, kind of into El."
The boys turn to her. She's confused.
"Nevermind, we'll explain later. What did you think of her?"
"I like her."
The boys exchange a glance. What does that mean?
"What?"
Mike looks at her. "Like her, like..." He trails off, like he's waiting for her to finish the sentence for him.
"Like what?"
"Like, do you like her or do you like-like her?"
"Like-like?"
"What do you mean when you say you like her?" Will puts in before Mike can continue being confusing.
"I mean...she was nice. She saved me." She explains. "She was cool, she was friendly...she was pretty..." El didn't know Max all that well, they had only met a couple of hours ago.
"Go on." Mike says.
"She made me feel...normal. And good inside. It was kind of like..." She stops. She doesn't want to continue.
"What??" Will can't hide his curiosity.
"It was like...how I used to feel about...you." She darts her eyes up in a quick glance at Mike, before looking down at her hands. She really doesn't like bringing up the crush she used to have on her step-brother's boyfriend, but the boys never seem to care.
"Okay, so you like-like her." Will says. "Like you like-liked Mike."
"Okay..." So what does this mean?
"So."
"So?"
"So, are you going to see her again??" Will asks excitedly.
"Wait, does she even live around here?" Mike cuts in. If Max lives too far away from them, Mike will be opposed to El seeing her again. He's a bit protective of her, he's basically another bother.
"If she didn't live around here, she wouldn't have been shopping at that mall." Will rolls his eyes.
"You don't know that! What if she's visiting someone, or is on vacation-?"
"Here!" El interjects. She hands her phone over to the couple, Instagram is open and Max's profile is pulled up. The boys scan the screen together.
"Dude, she's like, less than ten miles from here." Will grins in an I-told-you-so expression at Mike. "Told you so."
"Well excuse me for trying to keep her safe." Mike retorts.
They look back at the phone.
"Yeah, she's cute, I guess." Mike says, handing the phone back. "So, do you want to see her again-wait." He pulls the phone back toward himself before El can grab it. "Look at this." He shows the phone to Will. They share a smile and a look she doesn't understand.
"What?"
"Do you want to see her again?" Mike asks with a grin, not giving the phone back.
"Yes!" She really does.
"She wants to, too." She finally gets custody of the device again, and brings it up so she can see what the boys were looking at.
Max had uploaded a new picture, the selfie she and El took together at the mall.
Boring day at the mall just became the best day ever! @elhopper16 #beautiful
#stranger things#elmax#byler#MINOR byler but it's there#el hopper#max mayfield#mike wheeler#will byers#fanfiction
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Could you maybe do headcanons for an mc who has anxiety? And possibly write what the characters might do to help if mc was having an anxiety attack?
Helping MC Through an Anxiety Attack
warnings: Panic / Anxiety attacks
Summary: How the demon brothers would aid an MC with anxiety when they start to have an attack
a/n: I’m lightly basing this off of how my own panic attacks usually go and how I am usually helped by the people around me. I also only did the brothers but if you want the undateables feel free to send in another ask and I’ll get to it!
- He was prepared to deal with MC and their anxiety as their portfolio had specified their diagnosis and some basic things to avoid letting them come in contact with
- He bought lots of stress relief things in preparation for their arrival as well as some books made to aid a parent dealing with an anxious teen
- A few months into the exchange program he has grown too comfortable and stopped hovering MC, which led to them coming in contact with a trigger
- Mammon comes to Lucifer explaining what happened and how MC ran off and he hasn’t been able to find them, and Lucifer is immediately out of his office and searching the house for the human
- He finds them hidden in his bedroom closet, tucked away in the furthest corner with their eyes squeezed shut yet tears still flow freely and their breathing is loud and ragged and he can’t help but feel his heart break as they look up at him with a panicked look in their eyes.
- He crawls into his closet (his large body struggling to fit) and sits across from MC, avoiding touching them unless hey feel comfortable
- He reaches up into a box and pulls out a Rubik's Cube placing it in their trembling hands, watching as they start to fiddle with it, a focused look in their eyes
- He creates some background noise for them by talking about his day and making other small talk
- If after the incident MC doesn’t want to talk about it he is a bit worried still, but respects their decision
- If they do want to talk he will get them some tea and snacks as well as some blankets and pillows so they can be comfortable while they relive what just happened to them
- Starts bringing MC up to the human world weekly for therapy appointments / just to hang out in their natural environment
- Lucifer completely forgot to warn Mammon about their diagnosis
- So during one of his schemes they encounter something that is one of MC’s triggers, causing them to freak out
- He panics at first and is unsure what to do
- All he knows in that moment is his human is hurting and he needs to help them
- He will try to block anything but himself out of their view to limit any sort of sensory overload
- Tries to do some breathing exercises and talks calmly to guide MC
- Tries making jokes a lot to try and get a smile out of the human
- If none of this works he will just sit beside MC and let them wear themselves out
- Afterwards he will pester MC about what happened and try to get information out of them
- But when he sees how uncomfortable it makes them he shuts his mouth and opts to continue the day like nothing happened
- Has a note in his D.D.D that has a list of all the triggers he knows MC has so he can make plans around them
- Asks Satan for some human psychology books and goes to Levi to get advice since Leviathan has anxiety as well
- makes MC use an online app to talk about their anxiety (most likely an app like woebot bc i love woebot)
- He can tell the second they come in contact with a trigger
- The look in their eyes tells him everything he needs to know
- Immediately brings them somewhere secluded where he can talk them through it
- He’ll wrap them in his arms and rock them while talking about random things to take their mind off anything else
- Afterwards he talks to them about his own and they both devise plans for helping each other through the attacks
- His heartbreaks every time he sees MC in so much pain and he always feels guilty that he can’t take their pain away
- He has the most experience with panic attacks so I think he’d be really good at knowing what to do and what MC might need in that moment
- After the attack he doesn’t force them to talk he simply puts on some anime and cuddles them while they snack on different junk foods
- Every time he helps them through an attack he also feels like a hero and will be super proud of himself for taking care of them
- Most knowledgeable on human psychology, so he also is prepared for dealing with an anxiety attck
- Though he has never experienced one for himself he knows the different ways to comfort a human who is in the midst of one
- He knows when he sees MC the first time that they have anxiety just by their mannerisms
- He keeps an eye on them, at first because he wanted to study them but after a while he watched over them because he was worried and didn’t want them to get hurt
- He was the cause of the first one he witnessed because he had a temper tantrum and threw something at Lucifer while screaming
- He saw MC flee from the corner of his eye and felt annoyed with himself for scaring them
- After calming down he went to MC’s room and realized they seemed to be in the middle of an anxiety attack
- He kept his distance knowing he caused it but tried to coach them through it from afar
- Afterwards he feels really guilty and doesn’t make them talk about it
- He spoils them rotten the rest of the night and tries to keep his temper in check around them from now on
- He had a slight idea of how bad their anxiety was
- But he wasn’t expecting to see them flee the nightclub after a demon had touched their shoulder to get their attention
- He finds them out in the alley curled up behind the dumpster with their hands over their ears and tears streaming down their face
- He is a bit nervous and doesn’t want to accidentally hurt them so he just gently picks them up and heads home
- at home he puts them on his bed and brings over some super fluffy blankets and decides to pamper them for the time being
- So he does relaxing activities and beauty routines with them
- When it’s all over he is asks if they want to talk about it
- If they do he’ll listen and not interrupt once
- If they don’t he’ll try to get their mind off of everything by going on about some new trend or gossip that’s been going around RAD
- For sure goes to Satan later on to find out some things that could help MC
- He just really doesn’t want his prince/princess/baby being sad and anxious :(
- Becomes v protective in public as well since he knows most of the people around him are touchy feely people so they’d probably just assume MC was the same
- His instincts for slapping away people’s wandering hands has grown by 10000000%
- He is the softest brother out of all seven of them when it comes to emotions
- I think Levi and Belphie are the three most likely to have anxiety and he seems closest with those two, so he inevitably has learned how to help them through things
- He recognizes the sign of a anxiety attack right away
- The second he sees it he will quietly but quickly brings MC to an empty room so it is just the two of them
- He asks them random questions to get their mind off of any wandering thoughts
- His tactic is to focus them on looking for answers that require them to think hard so that they can’t think about anything besides the answers
- Beel is also a cuddle bug (literally because he’s a giant fly lol get it lol sorry moving on) so if MC is helped by physical contact he is more than willing to hold them
- After the attack he gives them opportunity to talk BUT he does not force them to say anything
- Has a little note in his phone with lists of triggers for MC, Levi and Belphie and the individual things that seem to help them
- He’s just... so soft and caring and wants everyone to be happy :(((
- I feel like Belphie also has anxiety, especially around loud noises and large crowds
- He isn’t usually awake enough to notice MC’s signs immediately
- But when he does realize he tries to release some of his sloth energy towards them to try and sedate them in a way
- If they don’t like when he does that he vows never to do it again
- But he will gladly use his powers to help MC chill
- The first time they have an anxiety attack he assumed they wouldn’t want him to be near them because of ~the incident~
- So he sends Beel in to try and comfort them
- Is shocked when Beel says MC only wants to see Belphie in that moment, but he is very happy to keep them company
- Has weighted blankets and stuff too that he will wrap around them
- Makes sure they’re 100% cozy and cuddles them while talking about random subjects in a soft voice
- Afterwards he decides that unless they specifically tell him to go away he won’t leave their side during an attack again
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LOST PRESENT, lilia vanrouge x reader
lilia vanrouge drabbles
light-hearted, comedy, fluff, and a sprinkle of Silver
I'm sorry I've been inactive :( writer's block really slapped me in the face and I just do what I normally do, procrastinate 👩🦽
"Did I regret downloading that
dating app? Yes. But will I
delete it? Probably not."
Ah, dating apps.
Those things are currently popular in Twisted Wonderland.
Like Dinter for example, some of his classmates are trying it out to get a romantic or sexual partner. Now you might be wondering, why is Silver downloading this app?
Well, you see.
His old man has strangely been sulking, as not energetic the infamous Lilia Vanrouge can be that is. Every time a specific name is mentioned, he'd wipe the smile off his face, a forlorn look on his gaze as he let out a long sigh. And continue to disappear for hours.
It's bothering Silver.
Why would he even waste time taking bits of advice from first years anyways? There's no way a dating app can help his old man find entertaining things, it'll probably only make him sadder.
He sighed, but he had to. Even Sebek is a little bothered by him.
Once he clicked the button, he'd just have to wait for the result.
The ancient fae floated in the empty hallway like some sort of ghost, examining the notification in his device silently. Why are there sudden messages from numbers he does not know of?
Maybe he should ask Silver about this.
Shaking his head vehemently, he proceeded to find what he once sought.
Silver is getting more irritated. His nights of sleep are disturbed by Lilia constantly coming in and out of his room to find something that he's not aware of.
Truth be told, he never expected that method to work.
And this time, he'd have to just ask him directly.
"Old man, what happened." He began, arms crossed as he leaned against the soft cushion.
"Whatever do you mean, Silver?" He blinked, sitting down in front of him with his legs crossed.
"Do you seriously not know?" He closed his eyes, "Even the other students noticed your gloomy aura."
"Is that so?" He hummed, placing his forefinger by his cheek. "Since you have been asking me for the aforementioned topic since last week, I should grant you the answer now, shouldn't I?"
"Yes." Silver sighed.
"I forgot where I put my gift for my dearest," He started, "I believe it laid hidden somewhere in the campus."
"How... How did you even lose it?" Silver deadpanned, uncrossing his arms.
"That," He paused, "Is what I'm wondering about too."
Silver huffed, "Then, if you manage to find the gift, would you feel better?"
"Perhaps I will."
That was the cue for Silver, Sebek, and some other Diasomnia students to begin a quest to find the fae's lost present.
They searched far and wide.
Dorm Leader's offices, the field, trash can, rooms... You name it.
But still, no one can find what the fae desired.
And one day, everyone decided to just give up and live with a very neutral-faced Lilia.
Until the next day where you came knocking at the door.
"Oh me, greetings my dearest. Is there something you specifically need or perhaps you are just here to see your beloved?" He grinned impishly, reaching his hand out to pat your head.
"Your words always impress me, Lilia." You laughed lightly, "But I'm just here to give back what you forgot."
"Pardon?"
"You left this in my room about two weeks ago. I was curious about what's inside, but I figured it's important to you by the way you wrote a whole love poem on a card." You pointed at the aforementioned card with a smile, "Is this for Tsunotaro or Silver? Maybe Sebek?"
"Oh, and I thought you were going to come back to get it, but you never did. So I came here myself," You added, waving a hand in front of his wine eyes. "Uh... Earth to Mr. Vampire?"
"..."
"Oh, hello everyone! I didn't see you there!" You peeked past the frozen fae, noticing the rest of the students watching with an exasperated atmosphere as you gave a slight wave.
"That's it for today, I'm sleeping." Silver blurted, walking out of the lounge room with the rest of the students following close.
#twisted wonderland#twisted#wonderland#disney#twisted wonderland x reader#x reader#lilia vanrouge x reader#lilia#lilia x reader#lilia vanrouge#diasomnia x reader#diasomnia#fluff#drabbles
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The Night Shift Part 9 (F!Reader x Frankie Morales)
Summary: Your first night at Frankies, yearning mostly . . . no hanky panky! (yet 👀)
Warnings: Talk of abuse, talk of death of loved ones
W/C: 2.2k
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Part 1 Part 10
Frankie was buzzing with adrenaline as he drove you and Manny back to the restaurant. His hand hurt slightly, but he couldn’t stop think about how damn goodit felt to punch Kurt in the face, how when he heard the fear in your voice, everything turned red. How it took everything not to crush the vermin under his boot. But, he would unpack those feelings later, preferably over a case of beer with the boys. They, of all people, would understand.
You got out of the truck to say goodbye to Manny, and Frankie didn’t miss how you rubbed your lower back, how even from where he sat, he could see the ring of a bruise blossoming around your wrist.
“Sorry that took so long,” you said, climbing back into the truck. Frankie glanced at the clock on the dash – barely five minutes had passed. “Are you completely sure it’s okay I stay with you?”
“I want you to stay,” Frankie said. “Please, don’t get it in your head that you’re an inconvenience. I know you well enough by now to see that’s exactly where you’re heading.”
You laughed weakly. “I hate that you’re right,” you said, “I’m just not used to having extra help.” Frankie nodded, and waited for you to continue. “For a second in there, before you and Manny came in . . .I was terrified. I forgot I wasn’t alone and I – thank you, for what you did in there. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t come in when you did.”
You slumped back in your seat and closed your eyes.
“I think this whole thing got rid of my hangover, though,” you joked.
“You’re young enough that you can bounce back quickly from hangovers,” Frankie said, taking the obvious hint for a change in the subject.
“Please, you’re barely older than me,” you said. “You’re like, what? Thirty?”
“Thirty-two,” Frankie corrected.
“Oh my apologies, you’re ancient,” you said with a roll of your eyes. Frankie grinned and shook his head. It amazed him how easily you could still make a joke, despite everything you had been through today alone.
It was almost sunset when he pulled up to his home. Golden light splayed across your features, making you glow. Stunning. The thought was in Frankie’s mind before he could stop it. You turned to smile at him.
“Nice gnomes,” you said gesturing to the dozens of gnomes of varying sizes that were scattered around Frankie’s front garden. He rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced.
“Thanks. My Abuelo used to give me one every Christmas, right up until he died last year.”
“I’m sorry,” you said your voice sincere, “I know how hard that is.”
Frankie shrugged, not wanting to talk about how after his Abuelo died, he made himself sick with grief. Instead, he chose to share something happier. “He used to hide things in them, since they’re all hollow. Sometimes it would be candy, or money. Once he hid my first iPod in one.”
“Sounds like he was a cool dude,” you said and Frankie nodded.
“He was the coolest,” Frankie agreed.
You were quiet for a few moments, holding your arms across your chest. The toll of the day was written plainly on your face, weariness lending itself to the dark circles under your eyes, to the way your shoulders curled inwards. Without thinking about it, Frankie wrapped his arms around you. You leant into the hug, burying your face into his neck. He rubbed your back gently, careful to avoid the spot he knew you were still hurting. You stood like that for a while, warmth leeching into him, and when you finally pulled away, you were almost quick enough to hide your damp eyes.
“Wanna go in?” Frankie asked, already feeling colder without you. He wanted to tug you back, hold you to him and not let go. You nodded, still not looking directly at him.
Inside, the house was cool and dark. Frankie tugged his cap off and placed it on a hook by the door, running a hand through his curls to fluff them up. He was suddenly more self-conscious than he had ever been before. He very rarely brought women back here, and when he did, he never liked them as much as he liked you.
He tried to imagine what you were thinking – were you grossed out at his unwashed breakfast plate sitting in the sink? Was the number of photos of family and friends that hung up on the walls and sat framed on every surface excessive? He didn’t remember seeing any photos like that at your apartment. But then, he also hadn’t been looking.
“It’s uh, not much,” he said rubbing the back of his neck.
“It suits you,” you said. Was it a compliment? Frankie wasn’t sure, until you continued. “Like, at first, it seems a little understated, but the more I look the more I see how you it all is.” You wandered over to a shelf stuffed with books and records, most of them coming from his old room at his parents when they had cleaned out their home a few years back.
“Tell me to fuck off if I’m being nosy,” you said, tilting your head to read the spines. Most of the books were well loved classics – stuff that Frankie had read over and over until the covers became loose and pages began to fall out.
“Just don’t search the drawers in my bedroom, that’s where I keep all my vintage Playboys and a spare bag of mushrooms.”
You snorted with laughter and turned to face him properly. Your eyes were still puffy and red, but no longer teary. Frankie counted that as a victory. “You always struck me as more of an acid guy. Just like you’re striking me as a fan of Thai food?”
“Big fan, actually.”
“Excellent, I know this great place that delivers, I’ll pay.” When Frankie opens his mouth to protest, you hold a hand up silencing him. “Please, let me pay. I owe you big time for doing this, all of this, for me.”
Frankie eventually conceded, sensing that you were infinitely more stubborn than him. Thai food was ordered and delivered, the scent of the panang curry made Frankie’s mouth water. You sat across from him at the table, eyeing him. It took a few moment for Frankie to realise you had put one of his albums on – Erykah Badu, he quickly identified.
“Can I ask you something?” you said after swallowing a mouthful of pad Thai.
“Anything,” he said. Just don’t ask me how long I’ve wanted to fuck you.
“What’d you mean today, when you said it’s not my fault?”
Frankie wasn’t expecting that. “Well, all that stuff Kurt did – like trying to kill himself, that’s not your fault.” You shrugged, clearly unconvinced, so Frankie ploughed on. “It’s just a form of emotional manipulation. Do you remember Benny, the guy your friend went home with last night? His sister, Eve, kind of went through something similar. Her partner would threaten to hurt himself and her if she tried to leave. It wasn’t until she ended up in hospital that she told Benny and Will what was happening.”
You looked horrified. “Is she okay?”
Frankie made a wavering motion in the air with his hand. “Some – most days are better than others. She moved to Portland, met a really nice lady, they’re getting married in the summer.”
“Good for her,” you murmured.
“But like I said, it’s not your fault. None of it is. He’s the one to blame, if he tries anything. He’s in control of his actions, you aren’t.” Frankie’s voice was firm, and he refused to look away from you as he spoke. He needed, more than anything, for you to understand that.
The next few hours passed quietly, sitting next to each other on his worn couch, Netflix half forgotten while you drifted in and out of sleep. Eventually, when the sky turned from black to grey to pink, Frankie showed you the spare room and gave you some privacy, knowing you probably needed some time to yourself after the gruelling day. He knew that sometimes all a person needed was some time alone to process. He sat on the couch and pulled a piece of paper out of his jacket pocket.
Andi, the waitress, had given him her number, followed by three x’s and a winky face. Once, Frankie would have opened his messenger app and texted her, asking her out. But now. . . he found he wasn’t at all interested. He crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash.
~*~
How long is too long to spend in someone else’s shower? Five minutes? Ten? Until the hot water runs out? Vanilla and honey body wash? Oh, shit that smells delicious.
You kept your thoughts light, avoiding the darkness that brewed in the forefront of your mind. You felt like you were going through a billion crisis’s, so instead of focusing on any, you decided to focus on none.
You thought back to Frankie’s intense gaze as he spoke to you at dinner, how incredibly sexy it had been. You were shocked you could think something like that after the day you’d had, but the thoughts had entered unwelcome into your mind. You tucked them away for later, when you weren’t so close to him and wouldn’t feel burning shame if you looked at him.
Stepping out of the shower, you took a deep breath and decided to truly inspect the . . . damage that was done today. Your wrist was already bruising and ached slightly when you thought too much about it. You faced your back to the mirror and twisted, grimacing at the sight of the damage Kurt had caused. Your lower back, like your wrist, was bruised black and purple. You quickly wrapped a towel around yourself, hiding the damage.
Deep breath, Spud, you’re stronger than you think.
Your grandfathers voice echoed in your ears. It was what he would say to you whenever you were hurt – just fallen out of a tree and fractured your ankle, sliced your finger open cutting onions, sobbing because the boy you had convinced yourself was your soulmate at fifteen just dumped you the day after you lost your virginity to him, it was always your grandfathers voice saying those words. Your heart ached with missing him.
The room Frankie had showed you was more of a home gym with a bed shoved into the corner than anything else. There was still a scattering of things that were undeniably Frankie in the room: a pile of old boots with holes in the canvas, a greasy looking toolbox, a poster for the Brooklyn Nets with players that looked like they had wandered out of the 90s. You didn’t know much about basketball but decided to at least keep an eye on when the Nets lost so you could rag on Frankie about it.
You grabbed your bags, assessing what Manny had grabbed. God, he’s good, you thought, realising he had packed you everything you needed. You dressed and grabbed your phone, breathing a sigh of relief when it was free of messages from Kurt. You typed out a quick message to Manny.
You are truly the most amazing friend anyone can ask for <3 thanks for packing my stuff.
Then, after a few moments, you sent one to Sara.
I broke up with Kurt, should I be sadder about it?
It was 7 in the morning, but within a minute your phone was buzzing with a call from her.
“Tell me you’re not lying to me,” her voice was hushed. You could hear her moving, a door clicking shut.
“I’m not lying. It’s done.” You laid back on the bed and closed your eyes. “It was a fucking nightmare to do though.”
“Spill, what happened? Are you okay?” Sara’s voice was louder now. You gave her the rundown of everything that had happened, from the lunchtime confession to the actual breakup to how you were now sleeping in Frankie’s spare room.
“Wait – Frankie? Benny’s friend?”
“Are you still with Benny?” This was different: Sara had a policy of one night only – anything more and she claimed they’d fall in love with her.
“Of course, he has a massive dick. But back to you missy, you’re staying with Frankie?”
You sighed. “Yeah, just until I get the keys to my new place.”
“Are you gonna fuck him?” Sara sounded hopeful.
“Oh, my god! No!”
“Aw, c’mon, rebound sex is good for the soul.”
“Maybe with strangers in seedy bars who have half a chance of giving me the clap. Not with someone I-”
“-Have a huge thing for. Please, I saw it the moment you spotted him at fight night. You’re so hung up on this guy and Benny says-”
“This conversation is over, it’s my bedtime. I love you and you’re wrong.” You hung up quickly, cheeks burning with the lie. Did you want to have sex with Frankie? Desperately. At the most inappropriate of times, like when you heard the rumble of his voice through the window at work, like when you caught a glimpse of his beautiful, unique side profile, like when you were alone and allowed your thoughts to wander to what could be under his jeans.
You sighed, frustrated with yourself and rolled onto your side. If you were braver, more sure that his attraction matched yours, you would have gone to his room, crawled into bed beside him, let whatever was meant to be, be. But right now, you weren’t brave. You felt like you had used up all your courage quota for the year in a single day, which was a ridiculous sentiment.
So instead of going to Frankie’s room, like the pulsing in your underwear desperately wanted you to, you closed your eyes and tried to sleep.
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made of gold (reader x myg) (*SFW*)
can be read as gender neutral!
tags: fluff, dating, insecurity , slight angst, happy ending, can be read as gender neutral, reader wears a bit of makeup
warnings: none
word count: 2.3k
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the liquor had gotten to your head.
your boss had insisted on a round of drinks tonight to celebrate the project that had just wrapped up, but no one in the team was in the mood. but knowing his head-strong approach, all your co-workers merely glanced at each other unhappily when the clock struck 5 and got up to follow him.
fast forward three hours and here you were, drunk off your ass in a neighbourhood far from your own. it was friday and you didn’t have anywhere to be tomorrow but you weren’t in the mood to sit in a taxi for the half hour it would take to get back home. you were feeling nauseous as it was, stomach uneasy from too many cups of coffee and the all-nighter you’d pulled in preparation for today’s presentation. it had all gone well, it always did knowing your team. but you were a worrier, and the last few weeks of working on this project had done bad things to you. forget the possible promotion your boss had hinted at, you just wanted to get by without liver damage for the rest of the weekend.
“hurry, hurry.” you told the first cab driver that pulls over. you glanced nervously over your shoulder, hoping your boss doesn’t spot your face standing on the sidewalk. you had made up such an elaborate lie to get away before they left the bar for a second round.
drunk and tired, you didn’t realize the address you told the driver isn’t your own.
you just got out at the corner and pay, bowing goodbye absently. then you turned around, fumbling when the passcode for the front door doesn’t work.
“what the fuck.” you muttered under your breath. you sighed and pressed a hand to your forehead. don’t say i forgot the passcode.
“y/n?”
you turned around, wondering why your female roommate’s voice was so deep today, or why she was just getting home now, too. but then you felt it. two warm, sturdy hands that clasped your upper arms. and then you saw them. dark, gentle eyes, hidden under a baseball cap and a mask, but you would recognize those eyes anywhere. you smiled. “when did you get here, baby?”
yoongi cleared his throat, cheeks turning a bit pink. in your drunkenness, you forgot yoongi isn’t baby, not yet. it had only been about three months of flirting between you two, more phone calls and top-secret dinner dates than anything serious. you understood that. yoongi’s a big man, and you were just lucky enough to have met him through a mutual friend.
you were simple and he was charming, but for whatever reason, he looked at you like you’re made of gold.
“this is where i live, y/n-ssi. remember?” yoongi reminded you lightly. your mouth fell open dramatically. ah. you fucked up. no wonder you’d felt a little funny telling the driver your address.
“oh. oh!” you blurted, looking around quickly. your eyes searched for any lingering people, cameras in bushes, that type of thing. suddenly, you felt a lot more sober. “shit. i’m sorry yoongi-ssi. let me just—”
you pulled up an app on your phone, ready to call your roommate to come get you instead of risking lingering around and being caught. but before you could do that, yoongi’s hand gently tapped your shoulder. you turned and he was standing with the door half-open. “just come in.” he said, hand trailing down your arm to take your hand in his.
blushing like a teenager on their very first walk of shame, you follow him past the lobby to the elevators. you can’t help but be a little shocked at all the marble and sleek steel around you. of course you knew of bts before you met yoongi, but you worked a very busy corporate job that made it hard to have hobbies. but even with all the small promotions you had gotten in the last ten years, you knew you would never afford luxury like this. min yoongi was rich rich. you realize.
when you glance at him, you suddenly feel nervous. you had been upright with him since day one about keeping the flirting polite and secret. you had a good job of your own and were very independent. yoongi liked that, he’d told you multiple times. you both liked to take relationships slow, mature and sensible adults as you were. but now you’d done it. you’d showed up and invaded his space, without the two of you ever discussing “dating”. as far as you knew, you were just another fling of this big superstar. perhaps you were making him uncomfortable? you two hadn’t even held hands until now.
you looked down at your clasped hands. yoongi was looking at something on his phone to bide the ride up to his floor. he was dressed in simple black sweats and a t-shirt but there was a rolex on his wrist. if you moved your wrist just a little, the cold sweat on your body would smudge the glass. are those diamonds? like real fucking diamonds? you wondered, staring at the shining jewels around the glass.
“something wrong, y/n-ssi?” yoongi asked. you jolted, pulling your hand back.
“n-no! nothing at all!” you replied a beat too late, mind still fuzzy. man, you really needed a nap.
yoongi looked down, where his rolex-clad hand dangled by his side. then he pulled his mask down, chewing his upper lip. “do you want me to drop you home?”
just the mention of getting in a car had you feeling nauseous. his home was even further from your place than the bar had been. and now that you know that min yoongi is rich rich, you can’t risk it. god, what if i threw up on his, like, hand-crafted leather seats or something?
the elevator dinged and slid open to reveal yoongi’s floor.
you followed him quietly down the long, marble hallway to the very last door. yoongi’s apartment. he glanced at you as he tapped the numbers into the electronic lock. you looked away sharply at the plant outside his neighbour’s house instead. you hadn’t seen the code, so why did you feel so guilty?
“sorry to intrude.” you said as you enter his home. yoongi didn’t reply, just nudged the pair of guest slippers towards you with his foot. you took off your shoes, watching yoongi with a bit of awe as he strode into the house and turned on the lights. was his back always that broad?
“what did you do today?” you asked, cringing at how it sounds like a question a partner would ask.
the sound of the fridge opening and closing answered you. a second later, yoongi appeared behind you. he lightly tapped your elbow as he came around you to sit on the large sofa. you followed, sitting down at the edge of your seat.
“i worked in the studio today. we’re preparing for our new album.” yoongi answered in short but polite sentences. he opened a can of beer in his hand. “how was yours? you mentioned you had a presentation today.”
you flushed. you couldn’t believe he remembered that, you had told the deadline for your project that weeks ago. “it was good. we went for drinks afterwards.” you explained, your leg bouncing at your side. “what do you usually do when you get home?”
yoongi set the can on the coffee table. he leaned into the sofa, facing you. “depends on the schedule we had that day. if i’m tired i’ll just eat, wash up, and go to bed. if i’m feeling good, i do all of that plus a drink or two.”
“you feel good today?” you asked, your heart jumping to your throat when he smiled against the cushion.
“yes.” yoongi answered, eyes not leaving yours. “i do.”
you cleared your throat. a notification popped up and you glanced down at your phone, happy for a split second away from yoongi’s eyes that make you feel hot inside. your roommate was asking where you were. “my roommate can come get me soon.”
“i’ll order us something to eat. text her once we’re done eating.”
you nodded numbly, looking at the can of beer on the table rather than at yoongi. alcohol really was the bane of your existence. you were so embarrassed to look this way in front of yoongi.
you and yoongi engaged in some more small talk once he ordered food. he asked you what you would like to watch on netflix and handed you the remote to put it on. in the meantime, he said he would go get your food. you felt embarrassed when he said your food. it was a reminder that you showed up uninvited and that he was probably just too nice to kick you out.
your sadness seemed to amplify the tiredness. without knowing, you drifted off in the few minutes between when you put the show on and yoongi’s return.
when you woke, there was something soft but firm in your face like a pillow. it smelled like laundry detergent and feels warm and cozy. you buried your face into it, sighing in comfort. a moment later, you felt fingertips gently card through your hair. was that your roommate pulling you in for one of her random cuddle sessions?
you adjusted again, pushing yourself up against your pillow. you were about to drift back asleep when a deep voice filled your ears. “do you want to eat yet?” yoongi asked.
you startled, sitting up as fast as you could. you looked down, horrified. you were laying on top of yoongi’s chest, your head having been tucked in the space between his neck and shoulder. yoongi, who had been scrolling on his phone until now, turned his phone off at your worried expression. “what is it, y/n-ssi?”
you grabbed your own phone off the coffee table to check the time. it’s 10:30 now. your roommate was probably asleep by now. and here you were, still drunk and laying on top of a man who wasn’t even your boyfriend yet. shit, shit, shit.
“i’m sorry. i really need to leave.” you said, climbing off yoongi. your eyes catch on an unopened pizza box on the armchair next to the sofa, feeling extremely guilty. this was terrible. you ruined everything.
yoongi was kind, too kind for you. he took you in despite the risk of cameras catching you outside his apartment. he bought you dinner just for you to fall asleep and not let him eat it. your own place was too far from here, a taxi would cost a ton. and on top of it all, you weren’t even dating. what the hell were you supposed to do now?
“i’ll drop you.” yoongi’s voice was back to normal, no longer sleepy. as expected, he didn’t try to make you stay. whether that was out of courtesy or just because you were annoying to him, it burned. “but aren’t you hungry?” he asked.
on cue, your stomach grumbled.
yoongi laughed. “sit down, i’ll warm some up for us.”
the two of you ate quietly, awkwardly.
when you were done, you stood up. fuck it, you would have to pay the big taxi fare and endure the nausea. you couldn’t bother yoongi anymore. so you said a quick thanks for dinner without looking him in the eye, ready to run for it.
“y/n.” yoongi’s voice stopped you. “are you sure you want to go home?”
yoongi’s cheeks were pink when he looked at you. he scratched the back of his neck. “you can spend the night here, if you like.” when your eyes widened, his did, too. “i have a guest room. a guest room with a bathroom and everything.”
still drunk and crushing too hard on min yoongi, you smiled. “okay.”
but as you took a step towards him, you nearly slipped on the polished surface of the hallway. you groaned as he caught you, embarrassed. you were going to kill your boss for making you drink this much.
steadily, yoongi guided you to the guest bedroom and sat you on the bed. you wait for him to return and when he does, it’s with a packet of makeup wipes and a brand-new toothbrush still in its pack. purple. you noticed as he set the latter on the duvet. interesting.
you startled when his hand cupped your face, guiding you back to look at him. “close your eyes.” he whispered, face only a few inches from yours. you let him wipe off the light makeup you wore every day to work. when you opened your eyes, yoongi was giving you that same look from earlier. like you were something special, something whose true value only he knows. like you were made of gold.
your eyes fell to his lips. you inhaled, ready to take your chances.
yoongi closed the space, kissing you sweetly. his hands cupped your face, and yours wound around his broad back. it felt perfect.
when you separated, the two of you were breathless. seeing each other’s flushed faces, you laughed together.
when you come back from borrowing yoongi’s shower, the lights in the house were off except for yoongi’s room. he smiled as you slid into bed beside him. he reached over you to turn the lights off, then pulled you in against his side. your heart fluttered when you felt him tuck the duvet in around you.
“yoongi?” you asked. under your ear, his heartrate got a little faster. he must’ve thought you were asleep. “we’re—we’re a thing right?” you ventured, hoping all of this was real. that min yoongi wasn’t the kind of guy who could do this for every fling.
yoongi laughed under his breath. “obviously, baby.” he replied, kissing the top of your head. you smiled as you fall asleep beside him.
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Forget me not (Part 2/3)
Pairing: Jake x MC
Words: 2,8 k
Summary: Forgetting is hard, but forgiving is harder.
Chapters: 1, 2, 3
A/N: See the ending (spoilers)
Forget me not, part two
It had been two days since you had figured out her plan of going to Duskwood. You had tried to follow up on her, spying on her friend’s phones, but oh boy, she was smart. There was absolutely nothing suspicious on the message and call logs and they wouldn’t give away her location. You had logged on the traffic camera near Jessy’s, but it showed only her getting out of her apartment and going in, and occasionally Richy with her. Cleo’s door could be seen partly on CCTV of bakery shop near her, and you could confirm yourself that she wasn’t there either. One by one, you ruled out everyone she knew in Duskwood, even that disgusting fuckboy Phil, who seemed to have two girlfriends at the time. You couldn’t resist and sent an image of Phil and the blonde girl to the third wheel via anonymous text and entertain yourself looking the rage-filled texts for a while. MC’s phone was still turned off and hadn’t been on since her departure. She wasn’t on motel’s guest lists, but you had your doubts about using aliases, so you checked on the CCTV on motel’s parking lot. Nothing. Like the earth had swallowed her.
You stared numb on your screen. You had turned every stone to find her and now you had to just admit it, you had no idea where she was and why she had left. That was actually none of your business, you had to remind yourself, but how could you keep her safe in the future if you didn’t know her whereabouts?There was only one option and you knew it. Few clicks later and you received a now familiar message:
Thank you for booking your trip to Duskwood from us!
You decided early on that you would avoid meeting her directly with all costs. You just had to see her in your own eyes that she was alright and figure out some data so you could keep track on her later. You packed lightly, just your laptop and some clothes and left your safehouse with a doubt in your mind. You had this terrible feeling that something bad was about to happen and you didn’t have a clue, what it could be.
The train left on time and you looked out of the window in the darkness. It would be middle of the night when you arrived, and you hoped that the night would cover you for unwanted attention that your arrival could rise. You checked on your phone once again and saw that she was still offline. You scrolled your ridiculous short lists of conversations; MC, Lilly and Hannah and all of them were from months ago. You wondered if you should send a text to Lilly and Hannah but terminated it quickly. This mess didn’t need any more participants that it already had.“The Duskwood Express will arrive on platform 2 – “
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
You tossed your backpack on the comfy looking bed and looked around you. This motel room was too familiar from the time you had searched Hannah and it brought some painful memories to you. You remembered all those texts with MC in this room, how it had brightened your mood instantly when you had opened the messaging app and saw MC’s enthusiastic texts about the investigation. She had teased and pushed your buttons many times with those cheeky messages of hers, and you would do anything to get back of those times, where it was almost carefree. She, or anyone else had had no idea, that you had stayed in Duskwood all that time, monitoring closely everything that happened.
You allowed your mind return of that one night, when you met MC first time after Hannah had been found and you had instantly clicked with her, to the point where you completed each other’s sentences at first night so easily, that you thought that you had knew her long time. When she laughed and it had sounded like little birds in the spring, and it reminded you of a small, happy river with easy flow. When she made you laugh with her and it was the easiest thing you had ever done, felt like a different life now and was a fade memory now. You had touched her gently and her skin was so soft that your fingers slide like a good dream on the back of hers. When she kissed you and you forgot everything else in the world and drowned in those lips like a leaf in the open sea. Your sweaty bodies together naked on the bed, exploring all places and surfaces on your bodies. Sound of her moaning and calling your name, over and over again and it was the sweetest thing what your ears had heard. You inside of her.
You couldn’t breathe and opening a window felt the most logical thing to do. Spring breeze welcomed your face and you tried to calm down from the emotional rollercoaster you had spent your last 15 minutes on. You suddenly felt very tired, like you hadn’t slept on months, which were kind of true. Exhaustion overtook you, and you turned off the light, drifting to a world with full of nightmares.When you woke up, it was still dark and you had to think for a while, where the hell you were. Recalls from last night came like a car accident – quickly and violent, and you had to close your eyes again to get rid of the absolute horror what flooded you.
It took few minutes until you calmed down and turned the light on. Still groggy from the sleep, you brushed your teeth and made coffee in the small kitchenette. You had a feeling that you would need a lot of coffee to survive for the day.
You made logical assumptions that she would be with her friends, why else she would had come here? Jessy was her best friend, but she was close to Lilly and Hannah too, so you divided your screen with three tracking programs and one by one, the CCTV near them opened in the screen.
Now you waited them to woke up and start their day.
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The GPS tracker on Lilly’s phone showed her to be heading to downtown. You followed her steps via your monitor and pulled every single camera on that route to see what she was up to. She was alone and clearly in a good mood. Small smile crept up on your lips when you watched her, you were glad that she was doing okay.
She arrived on the local Tesco and after a while, she came out with a bag of groceries. You waited her return to her apartment, but she took a left turn from the road, which was new. Interested, you zoomed in with the camera and saw her going in a building near the town square. You waited for several minutes, but she didn’t come out and then you knew it.
You had found her.
You had your confirmation in hour later when they both came out from the building. They were laughing together, and you could see from afar, that MC was teasing Lilly about something, since she looked joyful and Lilly rather morbid. You recognized her mood quite well. You looked MC like you were enchanted, forget to breath and all you could see was her. She had cut her hair shorter; it was above her shoulders now and all slightly curly, and you actually liked it. She could also shave her whole head, and you would still like it. She was wearing a loose cardigan and jeans and those red shoes, which you had teased her as belonging to Dorothy from Oz. She looked happy and safe.
And that was all that mattered.
You allowed yourself to look at her for a minute and then you turned the screen off. Your work here was done; now you knew where she lived and could see her on street cameras, and you would find her new phone number based on address easily. You packed your things and booked a ticket for evening train, so you could leave Duskwood for good. When all the errands were done and train was leaving in a few hours, you laid on your back on the bed and looked your phone. One thought had invaded your head and you couldn’t get rid of it.
But why had she moved to Duskwood?
You tried to be reasonable, she had friends here. But she had had friends too in the city she previously lived and a decent job, why would she leave those? Her parents were long gone but she had said that her friend had been her family for years now. Her actions didn’t make any sense now, like they often didn’t. Like you had said to her in the early beginning, that she was so mysterious and intriguing, and she was proving your point efficiently here. There must be a reason, why she would leave her previous life behind. You took your phone in your hands and looked it suspiciously. You checked that Lilly was now alone in her home. After a few minutes’ serious consideration, you opened the messages and typed.
Jake: Hello, Lilly.
She answered quickly, like she always did.
Lilly: Oh no, no, no
You weren’t surprised for her answer, since you knew that they probably had talked about you a lot with MC. And she was the one, who didn’t have great things to say about your actions, so you doubted that she anything positive to say about you.
Jake: I need to ask you a favor.
Lilly: No.
Jake: Tell me, why did MC move to Duskwood?
You decided to get straight to the point, since circling the matter wasn’t going to get you anywhere. You saw her typing instantly and then erasing it. You had to wait a quite long time that she composed a whole message, and it wasn’t enjoyable to read.
Lilly: Why on earth do you think you had right to know? Why are you so intrusive about this, since you dumped her? She’s trying to manage that you left her and honestly Jake, I thought you were better.
You read those lines and felt offended, she was being unreasonable. She didn’t even know why you had left MC, but people broke up every day and usually their families were supportive.
Jake: I am sorry to hear that. But she does have friends, and you all have shown me your friendliness towards her many times before. She will overcome this.
Lilly: How do you overcome something that she will never be able to forget?
Jake: She will forget me.
You saw her writing again and composing a message for a long time. You felt frustrated and started to regret approaching Lilly, since this was going nowhere.
Lilly: I can not say anything else to you or tell the reasons why she is here, but you should have listened her when she said she needed to talk. All I am saying that you need to talk to her yourself if you want answers. And trust me, you definitely want to hear them.
Now you were just confused, why Lilly couldn’t tell you what you were asking for? You tried to ask her again, but she just stayed offline and that was probably intentional. You looked the time and noticed your train would leave in half an hour and the next train would leave tomorrow.
You knew that you couldn’t go without an answer and you wouldn’t get them at the safehouse from her. Frustrated, you threw your backpack on the floor and left the motel room.
It was raining so much that you had trouble at seeing in front of you. You arrived her buildings door quicker than you had thought, and half of the trip were forgotten in your mess of thoughts. You had absolutely no plan how to deal with this situation since you didn’t want to be seen but she lived on the second floor. There was light coming from the window, which means she was still awake. You wondered could you climb up to her balcony, when you heard way too familiar noise behind your back.
“If you are thinking about spying me without my consent, think again”, she said coldly. You turned around and saw her standing right in front of you. “Lilly told me that you might pay me a visit”, she continued.
There was nothing coming out of your mouth, not even a simple “hello”. You realized that you had made a terrible mistake and nothing, absolutely nothing, had gone according to your lousy plan. All you could do, was to stare her.
“Yeah, I didn’t think that you would had anything to say either”, she sneered, and you felt a sting in your heart when she talked like that to you. “You’re satisfied when everyone plays by your rules, but tables have turned, my love.”
My love. Not ever those two words had said so bitter tone and never would you thought that you wouldn’t want to hear her say them to you. You stared her plainly and tried to figure a way out of this situation. Talking to her would be a great mistake, and you didn’t know if you two were being watched.
“What makes you think I would like you to play by my rules?” You rudely asked. You hated to talk to her like this, but you couldn’t allow her to get hopes up in vain. This situation was so bizarre and this hostile character of hers felt as stranger to you. The next thing you were going to say, would be just plain evil.
“As I recall, I didn’t want you to be part of my life anymore.”
She looked hurt and tears had filled her eyes. You felt guilt instantly rushing in on you and felt ashamed. Your purpose here wasn’t to hurt her more, but everything you did and said just made things worse.
“I am sorry, MC” you said in a raspy voice. “I will go now, and we will never meet again. I should have not come.” The rain poured harder than ever, and you started to get cold and could see that she was shivering too. Somewhere afar you could hear thunderstorm approaching and you wanted her to get in before she would catch a cold.
“Go home, MC”, you said and felt exhausted again. She looked so fragile when looking at you and all you wanted was to pull her close to you and keep her warm. She only had her cardigan as protecting her from the rain and the wind. You let your eyes wander on her; she was so vivid when you saw her in your own eyes without the screen in between. The new haircut was now wet, and you followed the raindrops on her skin to her neck and cleavage. Her hands were crossed tightly on her front and you remembered those long fingers caressing your back, writing letters while you were guessing what she was trying to type.
Then you saw it; first you thought the lightning had done it tricks to you and you squinted your eyes, trying to see it again. She moved her right hand to tuck hair strand behind her ear and then you just knew that you had fucked up. Fucked up really good this time.
Everything stopped; you couldn’t see the darkness anymore or feel cold, clock didn’t move, and sense of rush flooded in your veins, tingling all your fingers and toes. Adrenalin came like a shockwave and almost knocked you over. You tried to say something, but the words got lost in the way. You opened your mouth, trying to form questions but nothing came out. With quick steps you walked to her and got a tight grip from her cardigan and tried to pull it open.
“What the fuck, Jake” she flinched and tried to take a few steps back while pushing you away, but your hands didn’t ease on her, keeping her on place. “Let go of me!”
In normal situation you would had let go on her instantly when she asked. But now you didn’t care, you had to see it thoroughly in your own eyes. You ripped her cardigans buttons open and there it was. Something heavy sank in your stomach and you felt panic arising inside of you; your sight begun to look a place to escape, and you wanted so badly this to be dream. But no matter how hard you tried to wake up, it was still there, under the ridiculous looking flowery shirt.
A bump.
You looked her bewildered. I swear to you God, if you ever have existed, it is a great time to do some favors. But nothing happened, the rain, the wind and she were still there, just a few inches away from you. You could feel her hot breath in your skin, and it felt like a getting third-degree burn. She saw from your face that you knew and sighted heavily.
“Well, I tried to tell you. I really did.”
And the world went black in your eyes.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I'm usually very reserved towards the pregnancies in fanfiction, I don't know why. But this idea came to me and I couldn't get rid of it so here we are. I'm trying to keep Jake and MC on character still, let me know what do you think. :)
#duskwood jake x mc#duskwood#duskwood jake#duskwood fanfiction#everbyte duskwood#jake x mc#jake x player#jake x reader
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Shuichi x fem!reader fluffshot
desc; shuichi with a fem!s/o who enjoys wearing dresses. she goes out of her way to buy a dress for a date.
warnings; they're in highschool? i think???, suggestive depends on how you look at it, fluff, so many clichés, i did some fake text messages bc i didnt know how to type the text message format
word count; 2k
“Hmm...” You hummed frustratingly as you skimmed through the dresses in the shop, not finding one you were happy with. You were trying to find a dress that you thought Shuichi would like, but so far you haven’t found one that piqued your interest. You furrowed your brow at a blue dress that you came across on, looking at the back in interest. You grinned as you finally found the right one, the one you were going to wear for the date you had with Shuichi.
As you brought it to the counter and took out your wallet, you couldn’t stop thinking of how Shuichi would react. You felt giddy from the excitement of seeing him flushed from the sight of you. Quickly purchasing the dress, you grabbed the handle of the bag the dress was in and made your way back home with a bounce in your step.
As you sat in one of the public bus seats, you checked your phone for the time. Your eyes widened in panic when you saw the big bold letters read, “5:00 pm” That meant you only had 1 hour to prepare for the date you had with Shuichi. You put your phone back in your pocket and started fidgeting with your fingers in distress, predicting how much time it would take for you to get home, shower and dress up. ‘Would there be enough time?’ You thought. Shifting uncomfortably in your seat as the anxiety bubbled up inside you, waiting to pour out.
Whilst you were panicking in the bus seat, Shuichi was at his house trying on multiple shirts that he was unhappy with. He stood in front of his full body mirror with faux confidence, “H-hey there uh, you look great!” He spoke to the mirror with a nervous smile, picturing you in front of him. His face dropped as he sighed, “Great? Great!? Get it together Shuichi, we both know that she’s much more than great.” He grumbled to himself as he took off his shirt and--yet again-- put on another one.
He looked in the mirror, examining the black button-up on his back. He made a sound of uncertainty before nodding, “Eh, okay.” He inhaled before faced the mirror again and looking himself dead in the eyes. “S/o, would you be my girlfriend?” He said--surprisingly--without a single stutter, before breaking character and groaning. He squatted down and muffled his screams in his knees, face red from shame. “I can’t do this,”
“No, I-I can do this. What would Kaito say if he saw you being such a coward?” He muttered as he stood up and paced the room stressfully, before stopping and staring at the flowers he got for you. He had an internal battle in his head between ‘What if she says no?’ and ‘But what if she says yes?’ In the end, he decided that future Shuichi would decide.
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Once the bus stopped near your home, you quickly hopped off the stairs of the vehicle and started jogging to your house. You unlocked the door to your house and rushed to your room. Checking the time again, it read 5:14 pm. ‘Perfect.’ You thought as you hastily stripped yourself of your clothes and showered. No longer than 10 minutes later, you carefully got out of the shower, careful not to slip. While you dried yourself, you heard your phone ring. Unlocking your phone, you smiled at the message from Shuichi.
Shuichi yelped as he pressed send, throwing his phone at his bed. You replied back with trembling fingers and rosy cheeks.
You laughed loudly as you watched his calm composed texts turned into embarrassed apologies. Your nerves easing as you laughed. Taking a small breather, you replied back with a goofy smile on your face.
You left his last message on read as you dried your hair with a victorious smile. Whilst you basked in glory, Shuichi was at his house, trying his best not to imagine you naked. “Keep it together, Shuichi!” He told himself, voice muffled by his hands. He lightly whacked his head, trying to stop where his thought process was going. He really didn’t want to picture you naked; He would never look at you the same way if he did. Shaking his head of his strange thoughts, he went to the bathroom to splash some water on his face.
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Once you dried your hair thoroughly, you got out of the bathroom, shivering as you felt the cold hair hit your damp skin. You quickly slipped on your undergarments, wanting some sort of material on your cold body. After slipping on your undergarments, you made your way towards the small paper bag you had left near your room door. You reached into the bag and grabbed the dress, grinning excitedly as you saw the glossy dark blue fabric.
You put on the dress and went to go check yourself in the mirror. Looking into your reflection, you beamed at how your dress looked on your figure. You felt like a fucking Disney princess. You made a few funny power poses in the mirror to hype yourself up. This might be your new favourite, you thought, you just hope that Shuichi likes the dress just as much as you do. You did a few playful spins in the mirror, before glancing at the clock on your wall, ‘5:35 pm.’ Looks like you had more time than you needed.
You sat down on your bed, picking up your phone, and opening the messaging app to text Shuichi. Your thumb hovered over the keys, as you hesitated. You decided it would be rude to ask someone if they wanted to go earlier when you had already agreed on a time. So, instead, you exited the app and scrolled on Tumblr, occasionally laughing at a shitpost.
〜〜〜
Shuichi stared at his phone, waiting for the screen to light up with a notification impatiently. His ahoge perking up every time he saw his screen brighten up with a notification, but deflating when he saw it wasn’t you. He glared at the small box before caving in and grabbing his phone. He opened the messaging app, about to text you when suddenly, his phone started vibrating. He almost dropped his phone from surprise, fumbling it until he caught it. Unfortunately, his thumb had tapped on the answer button before he could see who it was.
When he finally held his phone in his hands to look at it clearly, his eyes widened as his heart thumped when he saw your name. Clearing his throat, he quickly brought his phone next to his ear, letting out a squeaky, “Hello?” He winced at the unwanted pubescent sound his throat made, face-palming as his voice failed him.
“Uh-Hi! Is-is your throat okay?” You asked, unsure if who you heard was Shuichi. “U-um yeah- No, my uh, my throat is fine.” He cleared his throat once again. It was as if he had forgotten to speak, somehow managing to mess up each word. “S-so, why’d you call?” Shuichi asked nervously, trying to steer the conversation away from his squeaky voice. He awaited your answer as he laid on his back on his bed, gripping his phone with one hand and leaving the back of his other hand on his forehead.
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“No reason, really. Guess I just got impatient and wanted to hear your voice.” You slyly replied, your face heating up with every word that made its way out of your mouth. You see, that was a lie. You had actually been trying to change his contact name to something funny but you had accidentally pressed the call button. What? Did you really think you would have enough confidence to call him yourself? Hah, you wish! You should be thanking your ginormous fingers.
Shuichi sighed dreamily, basking in the sound of your voice. He was so entranced by the sound of it, that the lovesick idiot forgot to reply. Causing your thoughts to go into overdrive and your confidence to go ‘poof!’, “Oh! I-I’m sorry if that’s weird! I just mea-” He snapped out of his daze the moment he heard your panicked voice, quick to dismiss your thought process, “N-no, it’s not weird! To be honest, I wanted to hear your voice too but I just d-didn’t have enough confidence to call.” He admitted quietly, face flushing from his mini confession.
“O-oh.” You were sure you were going to pass out from overheating, he wanted to hear your voice too! You lived in the thought that Shuichi likes the sound of your voice. Shuichi continued the conversation, “So... Tell me about the dress you said you thought I’d like, I’d love to hear about how it looks.” Shuichi smiled fondly, knowing how much you love dresses. As the image of you in a summer dress popped up in his head, he felt his heart warm up. He’s extremely grateful that you enjoy wearing dresses because he enjoys seeing you in them just as much.
Every time he sees you approach him with a dress on, he’s on cloud 9. He swore he was the luckiest man alive when you accepted to go out with him. As you giggled at his words, you were unaware of the effect your giggle had on this man. Your giggle was near fatal for a love-sick fool like him, you made his heart pump just a little bit faster in his chest.
“Nice try, Saihara-Kun. But it’s a surprise! Don’t worry about it though, I am positive you’ll like it.” You teased, running your fingers on the glossy blue fabric in thought. Shuichi chuckled underneath his breath, making your heart skip a beat this time. “You caught me,” Shuichi confessed, laughing quietly. You pressed your hands against your red cheeks, feeling how warm they were.
Glancing at the clock, you spoke, “Oh hey, it’s already 5:46 pm. Are you going to pick me up, Mr. Detective?” You purred, standing up and searching for your purse. Shuichi checked the time on his phone, eyes widening at the time, “Already? It felt much shorter than that.” You shook your head and laughed, “Time goes faster when you’re having fun.” You chimed. “That’s the most cliché thing I’ve ever heard you say.” Shuichi deadpanned, causing you to chuckle at the tone of his voice.
“But it’s pretty accurate isn’t it?” Shuichi sighed in defeat, “I guess so. Or maybe the author was too lazy to write more.” You hummed in agreement, “That’s probably what happened, yeah.” You smiled softly before saying the words neither of you wanted to hear, “Hey, we have to hang up now.” Shuichi felt dread wash over his body at the thought of not hearing your voice, “You have to pick me up remember?” You reminded, cleaning your room a bit before you left. “Don’t hang up.” He pouted, not wanting to stop hearing your voice.
“Shuichi, I’m going to see you in, like, less than 10 minutes.” You giggled at his desperate tone of voice, “Trust me, I don’t want to hang up either.” Shuichi exaggerated his sigh, “Okay, okay, I’m on my way. I’ll see you in 10 minutes, yeah?” He quickly got up, smoothening the wrinkles on his dress shirt. “Yup!” You gushed, feeling caught up in the moment you blurted out, “Love you!”
Crazily enough, Shuichi didn’t seem to notice it either as he replied, “Love you too.” As both of you hung up, you paused. ‘Wait.’
Shuichi also froze, ‘wait a second.’ The two oblivious idiots simultaneously had a mental breakdown, both realizing that they both had just confessed to each other. What did this mean? Were you two a couple now?? Shuichi pushed the thought to the back of his head, focusing on the fact he had to drive to your house and he couldn’t be distracted(drive safely!). He picked up his keys and the roses he had gotten for you earlier today, and made his way out the door.
You slipped on your heels with one hand while you held your purse with the other. Looking in the mirror one more time, you adjusted your dress slightly before taking a peek at the clock. 5:59 pm. You made your way to the door and opened it. Jolting when you saw Shuichi’s tall body right in front of you, “Shui- Why didn’t you ring the doorbell?” You questioned, cocking your head to the side. Shuichi looked at you in awe, you were right, he really did love your dress.
“I... Uh...” He couldn’t say anything as he marvelled over the way you looked in the blue dress. You grinned bashfully, twirling a bit for him. “You like it?” You bit your lip, looking up at him. He simply nodded, not able to think of any words to describe how godly you looked at the moment.
Holy shit, he really, really wanted to kiss you.
He found himself slowly leaning towards you, eyeing your lips. “Shu?” You tried to snap him out of his daze, before realizing where his eyes were trained on. Realization dawned over you and you flushed, eyeing his lips as in turn. Reaching up to grab his face, you gently put your hands on his jaw and craned your neck to kiss him. Thank god for the heels, you would’ve had to pull him down without them.
His eyes expanded due to the fact you made the first move. Closing his eyes, he gripped your hips, sliding his hands over the material of your dress. As he kept going for more of your lips, more of your touch, more of you, the more he became intoxicated. But to his dismay, you pulled away, breath fanning against his chin. “Ditch the date?” You asked, trying to gain your breath back. “Ditch the date.” Shuichi eagerly replied, curling his arm around your waist and pulling you inside your house, closing the door behind him.
this is so long ;--; and unedited- hsbhjbdkndfx i hope you guys enjoyed this! super fun to write brooo, and hey! its only 1 am! proud of me? :D - mod chia
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