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switch!reader x switch!mingi
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mingi has a small favor to ask you real quick
nsfw tags under the cut
phone sex, established relationship, slightly perv!mingi, sub leaning mingi i guess?, mingi is obsessed with your boobs (as he should be), slight body worship (if u squint), masturbation (m), very very mild degradation (mingi is called a perv), orgasm (m)
a/n: i wrote this on a whim after i saw a video of mingi in a fancall event and he was flirting without shame with op and i was going insane for him again so yeah.... here we go ♡
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You were surprised when you received a facetime call from Mingi, normally he doesn’t call you when he’s at work. You were just lounging on the couch of your shared apartment. Catching up on the newest netflix show before you get inevitably spoiled on tiktok. Comfortably laying on a legion of fluffy pillows and wearing your boyfriend’s favorite oversized graphic t-shirt.
You sat back straight and pushed some of the cushions aside. Before swiping the green icon and answering his call.
“Hi babe!” you greeted him, happy to see his face emerge from the dark screen. “What’s up?”
“Hey baby, can you show me your tits, like real quick?”
…
“What?” is the first thing that comes to your mind. Your tone is a lot closer to confusion than indignation despite the rather straightforward nature of the request.
Upon closer examination, your boyfriend appears to be a little pink at the cheeks and also kind of agitated. But that’s not completely abnormal, he was rehearsing and probably dancing his heart out so appearing a little sweaty and disheveled wasn’t an alarming sight. Until you noticed the camera seemed to be rather unstable too…
“Baby…” his deep voice sounded a little needier than usual. “I-I j-just” he stammered. “Well I’m practicing like crazy and I thought I’d quickly go to the bathroom and you know jerk off real quick” You cock an eyebrow, which seems to push him to justify himself. “You know? To get the edge off?” You crossed your arm over your chest, still holding the small screen in front of you.
“Baby please I just need you so bad. I’ve been trying to cum for so long but I just can’t. And I just can’t stop now. I’ve gone too far. I need to cum.” He panted, you could tell this whole time he hadn’t stopped stroking his cock just from the way the phone in his other hand kept shaking. “Please baby help me get off” he begged, his eyebrows meeting on his forehead, sad droopy puppy eyes pleading in such a way you couldn't refuse.
“Fine” you cave in as you lift up the loose t-shirt over your breasts, holding the soft fabric at your neck.
“Yes thank you!!” he exclaimed, deep voice laced with gratitude.
You then lowered the phone to aim the camera at your chest. You heard your boyfriend suck in a deep breath as soon as you did so.
“Ffffuck yeah” he breathed out. “That’s what I needed. Perfect fucking tits” he said, trying to stay as quiet as possible. Instantly he felt closer to his release. He gripped his aching length tighter as he practically burned into his eyes the image the screen was reflecting. Drinking in the two beautiful lumps of flesh staring back at him through the device. At this point his hand was gliding so smoothly along his cock, made so perfectly slick with his precum.
He was so close now.
You could tell that much. It was easy to guess as his short bleached hair struck to his forehead and how his jaw went lax except when he caught his lower lip between his teeth just to spit it out all swollen and red. But that probably was nothing next to his cock.
What wouldn't you have given to see the state of his dick. You could only imagine it as you guessed he was gradually picking up the pace, the camera becoming even shakier.
“You’re close?” you asked, feeling your own arousal pool in your panties, lightly squirming on the sofa.
“Yesss. So fucking close baby” he breathed, voice coming out a little squeaky as he was trying so hard not to make to much noise, one large bead of sweat hanging under his chin. “Fuck, baby. Can I see your face too? Can I have your tits and face ?” the question sounded more like a desperate plea.
You held the phone a little further so both your chest and face would fit in the frame. And Mingi instantly squinted his eyes, trying his best not to close them from how good he felt. He wanted to keep looking at you.
“Fuck baby. You’re so pretty. So fucking perfect for me” He sighed, now focussing the rapid strokes on his cock head. He moaned again, his voice going up on octave, right before pinching his lip between his teeth again to shut himself up, so hard that he could have drawn blood but he didn’t care at this stage. He couldn’t feel anything that wasn’t the agonizing pleasure of his fist tightly holding his fat, pulsing and weeping cock.
“Yeah you like that?” you asked, your own voice soaked in lust. “You’re such a perv! Jerking off in the stalls at work like a creep.” you smirked when you picked up on the micro expression of shame flashing on his face.
“Fuckkkk” he growled. “I’m so fucking close baby. So fucking close for you!” he said, applying just the right amount of pressure to his tip with his thumb.
“Yeah?” You swiped your tongue on your bottom lip. “Then cum. Cum for me now. Cum all over my tits and face baby” your ordered pressing your tits together with your available hand.
“Fuck yeah. Cumming. C-cumming for you now” he warned in a strangled whisper as he finally reached his peak, his huge cock uncontrollably twitching in his clenched fist, delivering large ropes of cum on his hand and against the door of the stall, some large squirts even crashing on the tiled floor.
You didn’t dare to blink, scared to miss even one split second of your boyfriend’s beautiful features contorted into divine agony. He was so perfect, you thought as you gazed at him with heart eyes through the screen and felt your soaked panties uncomfortably cling to your drenched folds.
He gradually slowed down before coming to a stop. He chuckled lightly as he wiped his sweat forehead in his elbow, now looking at you with this ravishing smile that you came to adore.
“Thank you baby” he said, as innocent as could be. Almost making you doubt the sinful expressions of bliss you witnessed only moments ago.
“You’re welcome, baby. I expect you return the favor once you get home” you said grinning, a mischievous glint hinting away in your orbs.
Mingi poked the tip of his tongue on the corner of his lips being pulled into a smirk.
“Of course my love”
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What A Shirt Can Tell
Pairing: Colin Shea x female Reader
Summary: 5+2 times Colin asked 'Is that my shirt?' plus the one time he got asked it. Aka a look through the journey of Colin and his girl, each in which his shirts play an important role.
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of sleeping together, pregnancy (last 2 scenes)
Wordcount: 7.1 k
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A/N: Is it already August? Huh, wasn't it only easter a couple weeks ago? No? Well my bad, but here is finally the last of the requests I asked for that time. Thank you @drabblewithfrannybarnes for the amazing prompt! This turned into a bigger endeavor than I had anticipated but I loved both the prompt and any minute of writing it. Hopefully, you'll enjoy it just as much <3
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His shirt was gone, Colin was sure of it. He had spent more time searching for the stupid piece of fabric than he’d liked to admit. Where had it gone? Had he misplaced it in his apartment? He wasn’t that messy. Had someone stolen it? Who would steal just a shirt and leave everything else behind?
There was no explanation for Colin why he couldn’t find the damn thing. Not that he didn’t have anything else to wear. He wanted to wear this shirt in particular. It was one of his favorites and – call him superstitious – it was his lucky shirt.
With a huff, he gave up. There was no finding it and he had a feeling that it wouldn’t be found in his apartment either. Not particularly happy at the prospect of having to wear something else, Colin went for his second most valued shirt and pulled it on.
Because running late also wasn’t an option today. Not if he wanted to get on the good side of his band members and keep his wallet from being depleted. He had to buy them drinks for being late one too many times already.
Turned out that all he needed to find his shirt was to leave his apartment. There in the hallway nowhere else than on her.
“Morning Colin,” she called out as he pulled the door closed behind him.
“Morning–” he stopped, startled by her choice of clothing. Funny, that looked exactly like his– wait a minute. Colin squinted trying to figure out if that truly was his shirt and perhaps he also stared a little too long.
“Is that my shirt?” He blurted out, causing her to freeze. Glancing down her own body at the shirt, Colin could see her brows furrow. He walked over to her to inspect the shirt closer.
“That is my shirt,” he confirmed, pulling at the fabric on her stomach, eyeing the fabric, the way it was washed out. Just in the way his shirt was. There was even the small bleach stain when he’d spilled the bottle right into his basket.
As he looked up at her again, fabric absentmindedly rubbing between his fingers, she was puzzled. Colin couldn’t help but grin in amusement.
“Did you steal that from me?”
Watching her become so flustered amused him greatly. He laughed as she started to babble excuses for it, denying all claims of thievery.
“It’s ok. I must have left it in the washer.”
“I’ll go change,” she mumbled apologetically but he shook his head.
“No need for that.
It is my favorite shirt though, so maybe give it back once you got your joy out of it?” he mumbled, a crooked smile on his lips.
“I’ll do, promise.”
Nodding he glanced at his watch, cursing that he was now running late. Again.
Colin’s nap was rudely interrupted by a knock on his front door. Once he didn’t answer the first time, it sounded again. With a groan, he released the pillow he’d been hugging to his chest and slowly sat up.
“Come in! It’s open.”
Still busy rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and yawning, he didn’t see her enter his apartment at first.
“You know that’s gotta stop.”
“What’s gotta stop?” He asked, standing up and stretching. His bare state of clothing flustered her, as she quickly turned away from him.
“Don’t you have anything to wear?!”
“I’m not naked,” he butted in.
“But not dressed either!” Wanting to indulge her, he grabbed the discarded shorts by the side of his couch and slipped into them.
“Better?” Carefully she looked behind her, peeking at him. She huffed a little, seeing he still lacked a shirt, but decided it was better than nothing.
“Now what were you saying?” Looking at her in question, Colin patiently waited for the answer. It seemed to have been rather dire the way she hadn’t even greeted him. Now however she seemed unable to get the words out.
Her eyes flitted through his space, teeth nibbling at her bottom lip as she contemplated. Then they locked onto something.
“If you keep using my apartment and me to get rid of your nightly companions I want compensation.” She looked at him, crossing her arms before her chest.
Colin spluttered in surprise, the laugh falling from his lips. “Compensation? Do you want me to make you breakfast whenever I come over? Or lunch?”
“No.”
“No? Then uh…” Well, he wasn’t sure what else he could offer her.
“I’m going to take this as payment.” With that, she walked past him and bent down toward his laundry basket, in which his freshly washed shirts rested. He had been too lazy to put them away. As she stood back up she clutched a shirt of his in her hands.
“My shirt?” He asked her.
“Yep.”
If that's what she wanted, Colin wasn’t going to argue. Even if he couldn’t understand why exactly she wanted one of his shirts.
“That’s all?”
His words made her stop and think. Colin started to grin at the way her eyebrows furrowed and her nose scrunched up in concentration. It was cute. She was cute.
“Well, you don’t seem to be able to offer me much otherwise.”
“Ouch,” he winced, grabbing his chest in mock hurt.
“You know I just got paid, let me take you out.”
She looked at him with big eyes.
“I take you out now and you can have as many shirts as you want as long as I have enough to wear too, deal?”
Colin held his hand out for her, waiting on her decision. Chewing her bottom lip she seemed to contemplate the offer. In the end, she nodded and put her hand in his. They shook hands.
“Deal. You can keep hiding in my apartment and I’m allowed to steal your shirts.”
A deal made, she patiently waited for him to shrug on a shirt plus shoes and grab his wallet. Together they walked out of his apartment.
“But why the shirts? No judgment, I’m just curious.” Colin asked as they walked down the stairs together.
“Keeps creepy guys away if they think I’m taken,” she answered with a shrug and a smile.
“Huh,” he mumbled, watching her from the corner of his eye. He knew mayhaps a better solution for that.
Sunlight crept into the room through the cracks in the blinds, illuminating the room sporadically. Pouring over the bed the light cast long lines across the bedding, warming her cheek and arm.
All could have been fantastic on this cozy, beautiful morning had the light not come from the wrong side of the room. This small, lone fact was the reason she couldn’t drift off into sleep once more. Instead, she carefully opened up her eyes, first one and then the other, and peered into the room that was not hers.
It looked familiar. It was, as she noticed the guitar leaning against a chair and a strong, warm pair of arms wrapped around her, that she remembered – or rather realized – where she was.
Colin’s.
Right. They’d been out yesterday evening.
Colin had taken her out, they’d eaten at the promenade and walked through the park to a cheap but excellent cocktail bar. That’s how she ended up in this bed.
Well, she had planned to end up in his living room, lured in by Colin’s offer to let the final part of the evening fade out with the comfort of his couch under her butt, a cool beer in her hand, and perhaps a little drunken serenade with his guitar.
Judging how the guitar remained in its stand, seemingly untouched, they had skipped the serenade and gone straight for the tumble in the sheets.
As she sunk back into the mattress, Colin curled around her back, his breath tickling her bare shoulder, she thought that this was something she could get used to.
Falling back asleep seemed easy at that moment, weren’t it for her stomach grumpily disrupting the – not so early – morning peace.
“Colin, come on!” She whined, pouting at the brunette opposite her. He only grinned, wallet pulled from his pocket as he shook his head.
“Nope. I invited you so I pay.”
“I don’t want to be indebted..”, she muttered quietly, not noticing the frown that momentarily crossed his face.
“Hey, now. Nothing of this ‘being in debt’, you aren’t. But if you so badly want to do something in return you can.”
“I can?”
He nodded at her, thinking hard for a couple of moments. “How about you treat us to breakfast tomorrow morning?”
She snorted quietly but thought about it. “Alright. Hangover breakfast is on me tomorrow morning.”
That memory of the previous evening made her whine quietly. She wasn’t in the slightest mood to get dressed appropriately enough to leave the confines of Colin’s apartment. Leaving the house was too much work.
Hungry she was nonetheless and her annoyingly vocal stomach wouldn’t let her forget it either. Once more it grumbled, gurgling louder than the first time, a steadily growing monster waiting to be fed.
She froze but Colin didn’t rouse in the slightest and so, after waiting a couple more ticks of the clock – there was no way the grump that demanded to be fed could wait any longer – she gradually wiggled out of his grip and climbed from his bed.
Their clothes were strewn in all directions of the room, she wasn’t even sure it was all of them. One however stood out. It was the shirt he had worn the previous evening. And even though she spied her shirt just beside it, it was the former she grabbed and lazily shrugged on.
When Colin awoke two things were out of place. One, he had expected to wake up with company. There was a pang in his chest at the cool and empty sheets ruffled around his waist, clearly used by another body but long left behind.
He’d been so sure that what he understood to be going on between them, what he felt was budding, was mutual. Now he wasn’t so sure anymore. Perhaps he had read into it too much, perhaps he had run ahead at a pace she wouldn’t go.
But then there was the second thing out of place. If he was alone, which he assumed, where was this delicious smell coming from? He couldn’t mope in his disappointment for long, his stomach faster than his brain.
Stumbling out of bed, he grabbed his boxers, discarded at the foot of the bed. Every other clothing forgotten or ignored in favor of finding the source of this heavenly smell.
Even more amazing than the smell of breakfast was the sight before him, as he descended the couple of steps into the main space of his apartment. There he found his fled bed buddy and what a sight to behold she was.
It was simple, her state of dress and style. Hair down, ruffled in the back from their canoodling and sleep following it, barefoot and barely dressed. In fact, as Colin stepped closer – sneaking up on her, as she hadn’t noticed him yet – he observed the single item of clothing she was wearing closer.
“Is that my shirt?” He asked with a grin and a raised brow, leaning against the wall that closed off the kitchen halfway. Her head snapped around, eyes briefly widening as she looked him up and down. Colin’s grin grew, he bit on his lower lip and relished in the way she eyed him.
A low moan slipped past his lips as he got his confirmation, she was wearing his shirt. It triggered something in him, something innate and primal. Not to mention the arousal coursing through his veins at the look, but there was more. He never wanted to see a different sight than her in his shirt.
She shrugged her shoulders, finished with eyeing him up and thinking of a calm but clever answer. “You don’t like it? Want me to take it off?”
Colin growled quietly, his eyes darkening. Pushing off the wall he stalked up to her until they were nose to nose, toes to toes.
“I like it more than I can express, don’t want to see you ever again in anything else.” His words took her breath, a small gasp left her lips as she glanced up at him. There was no doubt in her that he meant every word he said.
“Although I can’t decide if I want you to keep it on so I can savor the look or if I want to rip it off of you right now.”
A shiver ran down her spine, tension coiling in her stomach. It was palpable, the air thick with crackling energy, tiny bolts sizzling between them.
The smell of food and the crackle of the stove brought her back. Clearing her throat she motioned toward the cooking breakfast.
“Food first.”
Colin hummed, coming impossibly closer to her. “Food first, then dessert.” His fingers tugged at the hem of the shirt. With a boyish grin on his lips, he tried to peek down the collar, all the while his fingers contradictory tried to tug the shirt up to get a peek elsewhere.
With a laugh she pushed his hands off, turning back towards the stove and Colin sighed in playful defeat.
“Come on Shea, don’t be a coward,” Colin murmured under his breath, chin tucked close to his chest as he hopped from one foot to the other in front of his door. “It’s just a shirt.”
Said shirt in his hands felt like it was made out of lead. It wasn’t the material that weighed so much but the implication behind it. Which, in truth, was even more stupid than if in his hand he had a shirt actually made out of lead.
Time had passed since he had last seen her wear his shirt that morning in his kitchen. Time in which the two of them had gone on many more outings – dates they’d agreed to name them – crowned with the agreement of going steady.
And while Colin had gained a girlfriend, he had lost the previous agreement of compensation, her need for cashing in the demand for one of his shirts void. Instead of hiding in her apartment from his flavors of the night, the two of them either woke up together in one of their apartments or met for a shared breakfast.
There was no way Colin would ever want to go back to how it was before, but he did have to admit that he missed having her come in to collect her payment and he missed it even more to see her wear one of his shirts just casually. So he was going to do something about it.
Today.
Right now.
With a sigh and a crack of his neck following the roll of his shoulders, he turned the doorknob and strode out of his apartment. Right across the hallway, past the staircase and to her door, opposite of his.
She was lounging on her sofa, caught up in the depths of a book as Colin sauntered down the four steps into the living space. It was right about then that he stopped as if he had slammed into an invisible wall.
Surprised, he asked, “Is that my shirt?”
Dropping the book into her lap, she looked up at him but all Colin could focus on was the print of the – clearly too big – shirt on her frame. He hadn’t expected to see her wearing a shirt of his. He hadn’t even noticed it was gone.
“What…when did you..” he muttered, scratching the back of his head in bafflement, too dumbfounded to end the train of thought let alone the sentence.
In amusement she snorted at her stunned boyfriend, smiling and feeling a sense of pride and triumph.
“Took you long enough to realize,” she grinned at him, happy how good of a job she had done. It was then she noticed the fabric in his hand, hanging limply at his side.
“Did you steal more of my shirts?”
Instead of answering, she asked her own question. “What’s that?”
Colin’s eyes followed hers, zeroing in on the shirt in his hands. He hadn’t forgotten it, okay he might have, but his reasons were good! Now he raised the newly discovered article of clothing in his hand, his mission coming back to mind.
“I, ugh- I wanted to give you this to..” He sighed, whining at the look of delight on her face, “Stop it!”
“Stop what?”
“Enjoying this so much!” He growled, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. She laughed as Colin stalked towards her. Plopping down on the sofa beside her he contemplated if it was worth it to try to tickle her.
She had a mean kick, a fact he had regrettably learned through firsthand – foot – contact. It was an experience he had no need to relieve a second time.
“I’m sorry, you are just too cute,” she muttered, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips. Colin hummed and chased the softness of her lips.
“Kiss me some more and I might forgive you.”
“Forgive me?” She taunted, a brow raised in mock as her eyes glinted with mischief.
“Yeah. That or you can tell me since when you have this and why I haven’t seen you wear it until now.” Her wearing his clothes had an undeniable reaction on Colin. He couldn’t get enough of the sight. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen only second to her beauty when she lay sweaty and naked beneath him.
His words made her roll her eyes, but the smile never faltered. “Colin you obviously haven’t paid close enough attention, I’ve been wearing your shirts nonstop.”
“Really?”
“Yeah really. If you had been not so busy trying to get me naked every chance you get–”
“–I didn’t hear you complaining before!” With another eye roll, she leaned forward and kissed him again, mainly to shut him up.
“As I was saying, I’ve been wearing them fairly regularly. I snuck a shirt or two out of your apartment a couple of times.” Admitting it suddenly made her shy.
Colin however looked at her entirely smitten. His arm wrapped around her, knuckles rubbing the space between her shoulder blades in comfort and to encourage her to continue.
“I like wearing them,” she admitted, chewing on her bottom lip, “they smell like you and that is comforting. And I kinda got used to it.”
Colin’s heart stuttered and swelled with warmth. “I love you.”
The thought, no, the feeling had been lingering in him for a while now but there had never been the right time in his mind to tell her. But right now felt like the perfect time. He could no longer hold this a secret, not when she invoked such vivid feelings in his chest. Colin had never felt so deeply and strongly for anyone.
In surprise she sucked in her breath, the air whistling between her lips. She looked at him with widened eyes. Colin could see the various emotions flit over her eyes, her mind working at lightning speed to process the words. And once they finally did, warmth flooded her expression.
“I love you too,” she whispered softly, breathily.
Laughter intercrossed the patter of water against tiles and glass. The spray of liquid obscured the two bodies, ripples of steam rose from their feet and swirled upwards between their legs. The warm water softly cascaded down over them, hair soaked and clinging to their bare skin.
A soft giggle escaped her lips at the tickling breath crossing her shoulder. There was the scratch of stubble from Colin’s cheeks grazing her neck mixing into the sensation. He nosed along her shoulder, lips hovering just a breath away.
Yet it was his hands that drew the happy sounds out of her, the little giggles and bigger waves of laughter, and in between the little sighs as well. He was feeling her up, his hands restlessly traveling over the planes of her body, fingertips gently caressing the bare skin. If not for the warm spray of water he’d have reduced her to shivers. Alas, he hadn’t come that far yet.
All of it was slow and languid. They had all the time in the world. The rest of their lives. Now even more so as the matching bands on their hands twinkled in unison in the refracting lights.
Colin took his time, arms wrapped around her, hands softly drawing up and down her sides. He was comfortably draped around her back, herself leaning into the hold, head resting on his shoulder. He couldn’t have been happier.
Focused entirely on the other, on their intimate togetherness, their bodies swayed softly following their natural rhythm, an instinctual dance.
A gasp left her as his lips pressed onto the column of her neck, trailing along to the crossing where her shoulder fused with her collarbone. The gasp turned into a breathless hum, kisses turning to small nibbles and soft strokes on her skin to hungry paws of her flesh.
“Colin,” she hummed into the warm, steam-mottled air, eyes fluttering shut. His traveling hands halted just under the swell of her breast, thumbs drawing over the bottom most part of her curves.
“Yes, my love? My wife.” She felt him grin into the sentence, lips tugging upwards against her skin, emphasized by another nibble, this time at the edge of her jaw, just below her ear.
The term still felt new and unfamiliar but she was certain she’d find a quick liking to it, just as she had found to address him as her husband.
“Room Service is going to be there any moment now.”
“And?”
“Someone’ll need to answer them.”
“Can’t they just leave it outside the room? I’m sure they can wait.” He couldn’t see her brows furrow from his position but he heard the whine coming from deep within her chest.
“But breakfast… my caffeine.”
“You are such an addict,” he laughed against her skin, groping fingers briefly turning to tickle her sides. She squealed, hand reaching back to pinch him into the side making him yelp in surprise.
“If you want to keep your wife happy you better not stand up the room service with our breakfast.”
With a heavy-hearted sigh and droopily hanging shoulders Colin relented. “Alright, alright. You’ll get your breakfast,” he promised her, pressing one last kiss against her temple before his arms slid from her frame.
He was already halfway out of the shower when she called to him once more. As he turned around lips pressed against his, the kiss broken only by the obnoxious knock against their hotel room door.
A short exchange with the friendly hotel employee congratulating him on their wedding later, Colin was wheeling the trolley filled with deliciously smelling breakfast into their hotel room.
“Sweetheart, breakfast is here!”
It took her less than two seconds to open the door of the bathroom and step out. And Colin? He had to do a double take, eyes raking over her form. He had the most gorgeous wife, he was sure of it and right now she looked like a goddess there to bless his life.
His eyes traveled up from her feet over her bare legs to the hem of…
“Is that my shirt?” He asked her, lips forming into a grin. It had become their little game, their inside joke, this one question. One question that had started their journey and let them on the path to happiness.
“Hm, no. It’s my husbands.” She hummed, lips parting in a cheeky grin as her fingers ran along the button facing of his dress shirt. The one he’d worn yesterday during their ceremony and the following celebration.
She’d buttoned only two buttons in front of her chest, barely enough to keep her covered, a teasing amount of skin still peeking through. The ends of the shirt brushed against her upper thighs as she crossed the room.
Colin snorted in amusement, eyes never leaving her. He watched her with hunger in his eyes, a hunger that wasn’t directed at the food in front of him.
“Your husbands?” He asked, crossing his arms.
“Yep. He is the best.”
“He is?”
“Yeah, when he’s not taking forever with breakfast and keeping me from my morning caffeine at least.”
“Hey!” Colin laughed, reaching for her in playful anger. She squealed once more, jumping out of his reach, her laughter mixing with his.
“Okay, I take it back! I take it back, Colin!”
Still, he held her in his arms, hands grabbing her around her waist, the thin fabric of his shirt barely concealing the feel of her beneath his palms. Her arms wrapped around his neck, nimble fingers caressing the short hair at the back of his skull. A lazy grin settled on his lips as he took a long, appreciative look at her.
“You are beautiful,” he told her, leaning forward to capture her lips in another kiss. He’d never get enough of her, how she tasted. And as they parted once more, he glimpsed down, eyes peeking under his dress shirt. Groaning loudly, his hands slipped from her waist.
“Hurry up with your coffee, I’m hungry,” he moaned and she laughed.
“There’s an entire trolley full of food.”
“Not that kind of hungry.”
Colin lay on the couch in misery, the small fan before him blowing sadly through the room. More than moving some of the uncomfortably heated air through the room its power wouldn’t allow. There was no relief from the icky way he felt.
It was hot, it was sticky, it was sweaty.
“When did the repair guy say again he’d be there?” He called out into the house, the effort almost taking too much energy from him as he poked out his tongue.
Even stripped down to his underwear he was barely standing the heat. Anything more simply too hot to wear, he was contemplating losing even the last fickle piece of clothing. Although it wouldn’t do much either.
“Tomorrow!” His wife's call came from somewhere in the house, but Colin was too lazy to track where from more closely.
“Tomorrow better be coming fast.” With a groan, he pushed off the coach, the floor beneath his feet disappointingly warm. More than sluggish steps he couldn’t muster as he trudged towards the kitchen. There he found her standing in front of the fridge.
“Cooling yourself off?” He asked, smirking as she was mostly hidden behind the opened door.
“I’m miserable,” she whined, her head peeking out from behind the door to look at him. Colin’s heart did a salto in his chest, a frown appearing on her lips immediately after.
“I’m sorry baby.” He was wishing he could aid her somehow, make her feel more comfortable. But alas Colin couldn’t even help himself feel more comfortable right now. It made him feel useless, the sensation heavy in his stomach even as he attempted to swallow it down.
She huffed, stepping back and closing the door before the fridge could start to beep. If only she could have it open forever, at least the fridge meant a small moment of alleviation. It was just their luck that the AC unit had to break during the height of summer.
“Colin this is all your fault,” she huffed again, pressing her hands to the small of her back as she swayed on the balls of her feet. Her complaints flew entirely over his head as Colin's eyes – and brain – zeroed in on one thing only. Everything else around him forgotten.
There it was, pulling all attention to it, the rather pronounced bump she was sporting, peeking out between the fabric of her shirt. He couldn’t believe it even now. Pregnant. Soon to be three, their family was going to add another person. She was growing a little him and her in there.
He wanted to fall to his knees and weep whenever the image hit him like it did now. He wanted to worship her, cradle her in his arms, carry her on his hands.
Mesmerized by the view, his fingers itched to touch her belly, to rub his hands all over it. He held back the urge, if only for the fact he knew it would make her feel even hotter than she was. Colin wasn’t about to make it even worse if he couldn’t help soothe her afterward. Then again, even with the AC working she’d been barely above feeling miserable before.
“You’ve almost got it baby. We’re on the last stretch.” It was a fickle reminder, a promise that it would be over sooner rather than later. But even that could only help so much when every minute felt like an eternity and every hour passed slower than the one before.
His eyes stayed focused on the continuously growing bump as she shifted, turning around to him and with her, the fabric around her body shifted too. It caught the edge of his attention, the glimpse of it startled him out of his focus as he eyed it closer for the first time.
“Is that my good dress shirt?” His brow raised in question and surprise. It was nothing new for her to wear his things but mostly she preferred his t-shirts over everything. And adding to it Colin was certain that shirt had been buried in the furthest corner of his wardrobe. He wasn’t even sure if it had seen the light of day since their wedding.
“Yeah,” she shrugged her shoulders, “I’m not going to cook in one of your shirts. It’s too warm and I’m miserable enough already.”
“I’m not complaining,” he snorted happily, now taking his time to eye her up and down.
“You’ll never get tired of ogling me, will you?”
“Nope.” Putting emphasis on the p Colin brightly grinned at her. “Not when you always look so smokin’ hot.” He couldn’t help it, he was fully attracted to her. And she wasn’t making it much easier for him, wearing only cotton panties and a tiny bralette beneath his unbuttoned shirt. Not to mention the changes in her body the pregnancy brought forth were an even bigger turn-on for him.
“Don’t even think of getting turned on right now. It’s too hot for that. If so, you can make do with your hand.” Her disgruntled words made him laugh and nod.
“Come on, I have an idea to cool you down a little.”
“Is it a new, functioning AC unit?” She asked him full of undiluted hope, teeth coming down upon her bottom lip.
“Sorry baby.” He had to disappoint. Putting his hands on her shoulders and softly guiding her towards the living room Colin added, “You gotta make do with the fan until tomorrow. Now go sit down on the couch.”
She looked over her shoulder at him once more, her eyes searching for a cue. At last, she nodded, cutely waddling toward the living room. Colin already knew he’d miss this soon.
“It’s the ice cream man~” Colin’s sing-song voice carried over to her shortly after, her husband stepping into the living room moments later. In one hand he held two glasses, ice cubes sloshing in the liquid content, and in his other hand two packs of ice cream. Her heart leaped at the view of him.
“You’re the best,” she murmured, gladly taking the ice cream from his hand and eagerly ripping the packaging open so she could get a taste of the sinfully cool treat. What had her hum more than the pleasure of the cool creamy sweetness on her lips was the cool press of glass that Colin held against her neck. Any other moment and she would have flinched away, now the groan that left her lips was almost obscene.
“You enjoying yourself?” He asked as he plopped down beside her, a mindful distance away. There was nothing more that she wanted than to cuddle into his side – besides a functioning AC maybe – but it was simply too warm.
“Oh yeah,” she muttered, too busy eating her ice cream to care much for anything else going on around her. So much in fact she pliantly let Colin maneuver her feet into his lap. Expertly he opened his own ice cream with the aid of his teeth.
“You and your skills,” she mused with a raise of her brow, “That’s what got us into this situation in the first place.”
Colin snickered in amusement, shaking his head. He looked at her, eyes glinting in mischief as he took the first lick of his ice cream.
“Nah, I think you’re mistaken. Me not using this skill is what got us into this situation,” he answered cheekily, for a moment forgoing his own restraint to let his hand roam over her swollen middle. His heart always leaped in excitement whenever he felt the life growing there beneath his hand.
His darling wife eyed his hand, rolling her eyes at his words, and decided to enjoy her ice in peace. Colin kept his hand roaming a little more, disappointed when nothing roused beneath his hand and so he joined her in enjoying his ice cream.
Much later, after they’d eaten their ice cream and their glasses were almost empty, some last stubborn ice cubes refusing to melt in them, Colin had slouched down far enough on the couch to have pressed some tickling kisses against the edge of her rips and the swell of her bump.
His glass, which he had mostly kept resting with his wrist on top of her feet, occasionally pressing the chilled glass against them to watch her sigh in relief, gave him an idea.
One eye prying open as his ministrations had stopped, she watched him fish an ice cube out of the class.
A shiver ran down her spine at the ice-cold feel of the translucent cuboid that Colin pressed against her belly. If it weren’t feeling so nice she would scold him. It felt too good and so she instead watched him draw transparent shapes. They laughed in unison as someone at last stirred in her belly, movements and a kick becoming visible under her skin.
Colin felt bone-weary, ready-to-drop-dead tired. Exhaustion oozed from every pore of his being. With his eyes closed the greatest temptation right now was to simply fall asleep reclined on the couch where he sat. Work had been exhausting and while he enjoyed it with every ounce of his being there were moments he’d wished back to the time he’d been a struggling artist. Although if the choice were to arise he’d never actually go through with it. He’d never give up his life as it was, no way he’d ever leave them behind.
His lips curled upwards as he heard the shrill giggles coming closer, the shuffling feet in the hallway. Cracking one eye open, just in time, he watched his wife walk into the living room, their toddler propped on her hip.
With a grin powerful enough to split his face he opened his arms, holding them out in wanton for his baby. She laughed at him, rolling her eyes as he made grabby hands for both. Pointing towards him she diverted their little one's attention. Big blue eyes, the same as his, landed on him. In an instant that tiny little face split beaming, tiny limbs becoming wiggly.
“Alright, alright. You have no patience, just like your dad,” he heard her mutter to their little one in amusement. Both of them wiggled in unison, undivided happiness.
“Watch.”
At first, Colin was confused, unsure what she meant. Quickly his confusion melted away, replaced by wonder and delight. Setting down the toddler, tiny hands securely clasped in her much bigger ones, Colin watched in amazement as plump little feet stumbled toward him. Clumsy yet determined their little one waddled over him, a look of concentration that had Colin’s heart grow exponentially.
And then those tiny hands, previously clasped in his wive’s, landed on his knees, grip surprisingly strong as he was used as a prop to stand. It was then that Colin noticed it.
“Is that my shirt?” he asked in surprise, looking up at his wife. How he’d missed the ginormous piece of fabric hanging from the much smaller frame of their toddler he had no idea. It was hilarious how the shirt swallowed the child almost entirely and it was as they cooed and looked around that he noticed the tie at their back, holding the shirt upon their frame.
Colin snorted in amusement, watching as his wife plopped down beside him on the couch. In turn he leaned forward, hands shooting out to pull the toddler onto his lap in a surprise attack.
“It’s a little big don’t you think?” He teased with a raised brow, fingers tickling the little one. Their shrill laughter was music in his ears. Colin knew he’d never be able to get enough of this. These moments of pure delight, of happiness, and the best memories he’d ever be able to make.
“Only a little,” she agreed in amusement, fingers reaching out to fuss with their little ones' fringe. “Give it a couple of years and that shirt will fit just alright.”
Gasping in disagreement, Colin frowned and pulled the child against his chest, arms tightly wrapped around. His lips curled upwards at the happy giggles, fingers itching for another tickle attack. “How can you say that? No growing up, I won’t allow it!”
This in turn had her laugh and shake her head, “I don’t think that’s how it works Colin.”
For a short moment he looked actually stricken, brows furrowed in contemplation. The grin that spread across his face afterward meant nothing good. Suspicion arose in her as he leaned over to her, nose nuzzling her cheek before he pressed a kiss there.
“Guess we need another one then.”
“Another one?” She asked him in surprise. His eyes twinkled as he nodded, the look had her heart hammer in her chest and a warmth erupt in her stomach.
“Gotta make sure we always have one at that age, so we never run out of those moments.”
Laughter bubbled in her throat, crossing her lips in disbelief, “Let’s focus on one more first. It’s not you who has to endure it all for 9 months, dear husband.”
But Colin didn’t listen, all he heard was one thing. “So that’s a yes?”
“Go sit down I’ll change ‘em,” Colin murmured into her ear, hand softly rubbing across her back as they trudged into their house. She sighed in thanks, first pressing a kiss onto their little one's cheek before Colin received a peck on the lips.
The second she plopped down on the couch, her shoes were off. Relief flooded her agitated toes, glad to be out of the tight confinements of her heels. It didn’t take long for Colin to return, still dressed dapperly as could be. He cleaned up exceptionally well and effortlessly, something she was ever jealous of.
Their little one propped on his arm, he carried the little one holding their favorite toy. In the middle of the living room, he left the child down, which with an almost theatrically plop flopped down on their behind, playing by themselves.
Colin followed shortly after, plopping down equally theatrically beside her on the couch and with a yawn wrapped his arm around her. Happily, she snuggled against his side, head resting on his shoulder.
“It was fun,” she mused. Colin hummed, pressing a kiss onto her crown.
“It was, but also damn exhausting. Suddenly I understand the appeal of a childless wedding. No one can tell me that’s not to give all the poor parents a night off as much as it is for the couple.”
She snorted in agreement. While it had been fun attending their friends' wedding with their little one, it had been just as exhausting.
“How long do you think until they knock out?”
“Could be minutes but could also be another hour or so.”
“Let’s hope for the first,” Colin murmured against her hair, pressing another kiss there as his thumbs caressed her side.
There was no space between them left but that didn’t stop her from trying to snuggle even closer to her husband as she watched their little one play by themselves. As she did, she noticed something. Their little outfit had been replaced by nothing other than…
“Is that your shirt?” Colin beside her started to snicker, she could feel the proud grin practically against her temple.
“Took you long enough to notice,” amusement filled his voice as he taunted her, “You started something there baby.”
“I started it?”
“Yeah, you,” Colin emphasized the words by tapping his finger against her nose, winking at her, “I remember you putting my shirt on them and the rest is history.”
He wasn’t entirely wrong. Ever since their little one would ask to wear the shirt again.
“I wasn’t about to deal with a tantrum by denying our overtired kiddo to wear the shirt instead of their jammies.”
That certainly had been a wise decision. They always could switch it out once they were fast asleep. One more thing Colin had inherited his firstborn. Sleeping like the dead.
“It was either the tee or my dress shirt.” Colin grinned at her as she snorted, shaking her head. “You know I’m pretty sure that’s also thanks to you.”
“Why me again?” She asked, curious about his reasoning. Colin shuffled a little, sinking further down into the plush sofa, and stretched out his legs.
“Well, you basically wore nothing else for like half the pregnancy.”
“I don’t think that’s how genetics work Colin.”
Colin shrugged his shoulders, grinning down at her. He didn’t care if it worked like that or not. It was his explanation and he would stick with it until she had a better one for him.
“You better have some extra ones or you can start saying farewell to them,” she hummed, pressing a kiss to his jaw, which confused and startled him. Turning to watch her, Colin raised both his brows.
“What does that mean?”
She smiled at him, softly and in what he liked to call her ‘totally smitten’ way, the way that always made his heartbeat add an extra step. He looked down, watching her finger draw little hearts across his chest as she hummed.
“It means,” with that she grabbed his hand, slowly guiding it towards her middle, “that you’re going to get what you asked for. A little sibling for the kiddo.”
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❣️! Material girl!❣️
Pairing: Pierre gasly X Cherrie!
Word count: 7k
Summary : in which Cherrie is a material girl and Pierre is head over her Prada heels in love.
A/n - never written for Pierre before so this is like a lil trial run for myself . It’s just fluff honestly. Idek but enjoy anyways I guess xoxo
Cherrie could only watch silently in confusion as Charles's face suddenly dropped, his lips parting in disbelief as he looked at someone from over her shoulder , his drink still hanging half way to his mouth , about to take a sip when he had frozen in shock.
Blinking rapidly to make sure that he wasn't suddenly seeing things , he cleared his throat a little and shook his head in disbelief as he watched his friend wave both hands at him like a crazy person , a smug look on his face as he drew closer and closer to the unaware woman in front of him.
Charles groaned quietly, already anticipating the absolute shit show that was about to go down now at his sudden and unexpected arrival.
He pursed his lips together , looking away from the pain in his ass and instead looking back down at Cherrie , the other pain in his ass, who was sipping on a margarita casually , completely unaware of what, or more like who . Was coming her way.
"Cherrie. Please use every breathing exercise and every copying mechanism that your therapist has taught you. Please-" he rushed out to her underneath his breath , panicking at the thought of getting thrown out of another fancy hotel like they had been the last time something like this happened .
It didn’t help that one of his friends had anger issues and the other was an insane idiot who didn’t know how to leave said woman with a temper , alone.
Cherrie paused from sipping her drink , stood in a tiny red bikini with oversized sunglasses pushed into her sun bleached hair. She looked the exact image of relaxation and daddy's money, hell, she even had a sparkling Rolex on her wrist, customised with her own name on it too.
She frowned at him in mild annoyance , having been peacefully admiring the topless men that were play fighting in the hotel pool together . Just about to tell Charles that she was going to go join them when she was drunk enough to.
"What are you going on about? I'm completely calm? What-"
She couldn't even finish her sentence before she heard a familiar , annoying voice call over to them loudly from behind her.
Locking narrowed eyes with a grimacing Charles as her body grew stiff , all the relaxation that she had worked had to keep during their holiday , now disappearing just like that.
"Cherrie! Charles! What a coincidence seeing you two here!" Pierre cheered casually , a giant smirk on his face as he sauntered over to them in just some red swimming trunks that matched cherrie's bikini perfectly .
He came to stop right in front of her , ignoring the scathing look that his friend was giving him and instead gazing his eyes over cherries Tanned and sweaty body with obvious awe written across his face.
Cherrie inhaled sharply , fingers clenching tightly around her cocktail glass in fury.
"What the fuck are you doing here gasly?! Did you tell him-!" She snapped , already turning her glare over to Charles to give him a mouthful too.
Charles quickly raised both hands in front of him, rapidly shaking his head with wide eyes.
"No! No! I didn't tell him anything! I promise!" He exclaimed not wanting to face her wrath for something that he hadn't actually done this time.
He turned to look at his smug friend with disbelief , blinking at him exasperatedly .
"Mate.." he groaned out in misery , knowing that his once relaxing holiday was now going to be ruined.
"What are you doing here? How did you even know where we were?" He sighed .
Pierre just grinned, unbothered by both of their glares being aimed at him. Used to it by now.
This wasn’t the first time he had interrupted one of their outings. And it wouldn’t be the last.
Pierre had also managed to invite himself to cherries , fathers barbecue over the summer too.
She had almost murdered him with her pretty eyes then, now was no different.
He just shrugged , still looking at Cherrie smugly . "I'm on holiday of course! This was a complete accident bumping into you guys! But now that I'm here I might as well stay with-" he started saying , lying through his teeth.
But he wasn't about to admit to anyone that he had practically begged Carlos , who was the only other person who knew where the two best friends were, before he bribed him with money and then got on the first place to them as soon as he could.
He was trying to come across as cool and mysterious to Cherrie, not completely desperate.
But judging by the look Charles was giving him, his act wasn't fooling anybody.
Oh well. He would just have to work with the look of desperation instead. He was sure he could pull it off anyways .
Cherrie scoffed at him angrily , gritting her teeth just at the mere sight of him.
Sick of seeing his stupid, smug - inanely handsome and annoying - pretty face . Urgh. She couldn’t stand him!
Why did the most irritating ones have to be the best looking? It really wasn’t fair!
"You are not staying with us! You psycho! You can go enjoy your holiday by yourself like you apparently planned to do before magically finding us!" She snapped at him , quickly downing what was left of her drink .
She couldn’t handle him completely sober.
Pierre wasn't taken aback by her hateful tone , he just laughed. Used to her constantly snapping at him and trying to get him to leave her alone.
It was no secret to anybody that Pierre might have had minor crush on Charles's best friend. Okay so not so tiny …
Meaning that the first time he had ever laid his eyes on her at another monaco gala where she was dressed in a gold Satin dress and stood by her millionaires fathers side , giving him a look of haughty disgust when he had asked her to dance with him.
Well. Apparently Pierre had a thing for woman being mean to him. Because he hadn't been able to get her out of his mind since.
He was convinced that they were meant to be. He had heard stories about people falling in love at first sight, that just one look at the other person and they knew that they were the one.
Pierre knew that Cherrie could be that one for him... if she wasn't so fucking stubborn and actually gave him a chance to be with her.
Because while Pierre had fallen in love , Cherrie had fallen into apparent ‘hate’ with him.
She just couldn't stand the sight of him and wanted nothing to do with him, something that she wasn't afraid to tell him to his face.
Every date he asked her own, she laughed him into rejection . Every flower boutique he sent her , she sent back to him , only keeping the little cards where he had scribbled compliments and poems about how much she amazed him and how beautiful she was, she kept them.
And that gave him a little hope that there was something, even the most thinnest of strings keeping them together .
His friends wondered why he even bothered to persistently Pursue a woman that they referred to as 'ice queen' or 'diva'. A woman that had everything at her fingertips and didn't need a man to give her gifts , she could buy those herself. She didn't rely on anybody , definitely not a silly man.
She was all designer and heels . With sharp judging eyes and a even sharper tongue that could inflict more damage than a knife ever could.
She was mean. She was rude . She was obnoxious and spoilt and she never had to lift a single finger to her what she wanted.
Yet Pierre was head over her Prada heels for her. Every time he even so much as glanced towards her sharp features and feline eyes , he felt his heart skip a beat.
She was an absolute bitch but he wanted her , bitchiness and bad attitude and all.
Was he setting himself up for heartbreak by not giving up and being so determined to get her to love him too? Maybe .
Did he care? Absolutely not. Love made him crazy and he wasn't going to stop until she gave him a chance.
It was only a matter of time . He was convinced. He still had a few tricks left up his sleeves. Plan a, b , c, d, e … f and so on. He had options still left to try so he wasn’t too worried.
"I'd much rather be by your side Cherrie. You are looking heavenly today..." he murmured to her, checking her out without any shame.
Charles pursed his lips and shifted uncomfortably from beside him. Crossing his fingers behind his back and praying that they could go just one day without a scene being made between his two stubborn friends.
Cherrie just looked at him blankly "I look heavenly everyday . This day is no different than the last." She confidently shot back at him.
She looked more than good. She always did and she knew it. She had the money and the means to make sure that her skin stayed clear and dewy and that her body was tanned and toned. Hair perfectly glossy and highlighted to frame her sharp features , long lashes that came from years of expensive serums and self care.
She only had the best and got the best. She lived a life of luxury and wasn't going to lower her standards or her attitude for anybody. Definitely not a man.
She could admit to herself that Pierre was a handsome guy. He had the looks alright. But she didn't want anything serious and she had sworn off any type of sports players after her big scandal with a French footballer last summer .
And then there was a slightly smaller scandal with a boxer... then there was that stupid scandal with a nascar driver and then there was that other scandal with a older formula one driver that had almost ended her friendship with Charles when he found out.
So yes. She thought that she was right to be wary of ever looking at another famous driver again.
Her history showed her that she was incapable of having a simply relationship without their being heartbreak and drama involved.
In the true words of taylor swift. 'I don't love the drama, it loves me.'
Truer words had truly never spoken more to her .
She had thought that the brutal rejections and mean way she dealt with Pierre's little crush on her would have made him back off and leave her alone.
It usually worked with the others guys who asked her out. Their prides and ego just couldn't handle a woman like her. It was usually pretty easy to get rid of them .
But Pierre ... it just wasn't working . Not matter how bitchy and mean she was to him, he always came running right back to her .
He laughed when she said something mean. He smiled when she rolled her eyes at him .
It was as though he enjoyed being insulted . It was insane .
He just wouldn't give up .
He sent her flowers every week, he wrote her poems and he sent her songs on Instagram that he said 'reminded him of her' . He even sent her a about a hundred cook books when she announced that she was going vegan over the summer.
He was persistent and far too sweet for how she had been treating him. It almost made her feel bad
Almost.
Except times like this when he would just show up at wherever she was with no shame whatsoever , if he wasn't so cute and she didn't know that he was a little bit Infatuated with her, she would have been worried about having a serious stalker on her hands.
Pierre smugly smirked at her , enjoying the way she refused to look at him now. Instead waving over the pool waiter to get her another drink pronto.
"I'm in heaven Everytime I see you." He smoothly replied making Charles cringe .
"Mate.." he sighed feeling a little amused as he watched Cherrie just roll her eyes at him, unamused but his constant flirting.
She still didn't look at Pierre. Instead she kept her eyes on the fit bartender that was making their drinks, wiggling her fingers at him slyly when he looked up and gave her a little wink .
Pierre's smiled dropped as he glared over at the man jealously .
"Seriously? He's looks like a fucking Ken doll!" He exclaimed bitterly , not liking the way the love of his life was checking out another man that wasn't him.
Cherrie just smirked to herself. Finally tilting her head back over to him with a mean little raise of her eyebrow.
"Then I'm more than happy to be his barbie doll." She bit down on her lip, glancing over at the man again. More so just to piss Pierre off some more , enjoying the satisfaction she felt when he huffed at her moodily .
He then stepped in front of her and blocked her view of the wannabe Ken , crossing his arms over his chest and deliberately flexing his muscles for her to see.
Cherrie just laughed , looking him up and down before shaking her head at him mockingly.
"Have you gotten smaller Pierre? Charles is looking fitter than you recently.." she lied just to wind him up, taking a sip of her drink and smirking at him meanly .
Charles hid his own amused smile behind his drink, shaking his head at how much of a bitch his friend could be.
Pierre narrowed his eyes at her , scoffing as he motioned down to his abs cockily.
"Trust me sweetheart . Charles doesn't have any of this-"
Charles frowned at him, offended . "Hey!"
Pierre just ignored him and smirked down at Cherrie confidently .
"I could show you just how much better I am than all of them put together . Say about .. seven tonight? Some drinks in the hot tub?" He suggested suggestively , eyes dark as he took her beauty in.
Cherrie just looked back at him, unimpressed.
"How about I drown you in the hot tub at seven tonight and then go and get some drinks with my own personal Ken doll?" She said back to him, hiding her own giggles at the look on his face.
He sighed, side eyeing her . "Absolutely not. Okay.. how about a dinner then? You can give me your number and I'll text you the details of our date." He didn't give up , his confidence not even fading in the Slightest.
Charles just looked at him in slight amazement at his persistence even in the face of brutal rejection.
Had Cherrie finally found someone that was as cocky and arrogant as she was? Holy shit.
Cherrie pulled out her phone and turned away from him to take a picture of the view surrounding them, letting her large , Chanel sunglasses fall down over her eyes again.
"I don't have a phone." She told him with a straight face as she lifted her phone in Charles direction and started taking some photos of him instead .
Pierre looked at her phone in her hand and then looked back up at her in disbelief.
"How can you lie like that?" He blurted out , a little bit impressed by the poker face she had. But mostly just annoyed that she still wouldn't give him her number after months of asking for it. Well more like begging for it but…
Cherrie just smirked "I'm not lying. I'm just not telling you the truth either." She resorted.
Pierre gaped at her "that's lying!"
"Not it isn't !"
"Yes it is!"
Charles groaned loudly . Face palming as the two of them starting bickering loudly , making everybody in the pool look over At them curiously .
"Guys come on! Cherrie stop lying and Pierre-" he struggled to even know what to say to his friend who had just shown up on their holiday out of no where, without any warning whatsoever .
"Just behave!" He ended up huffing out , fed up with the both of them acting like little kids to each other.
They both fell silent for a moment. Side eyeing each other quietly.
Then Cherrie took a long sip from her drink and mumbled "still not going on a date with you."
Pierre just rolled his eyes at her , smiling despite himself as he watched her refuse to let him get the last word in.
"You'll give in someday. I'm an amazing boyfriend to have . I mean.. have you seen me? How could you not want this?" He ran his hand over himself pointedly , mostly just to tease her . Mostly being honest .
He was a catch. She was a catch. So why couldn't she see that this was clearly meant to be?
Cherrie slowly looked him over , admiring his toned arms and legs . His nearly shaven jaw and pretty eyes, his hair all floppy and soft.
He was exactly her type and he knew it.
And well, Cherrie just couldn't let his ego get any bigger than it was so she just shrugged and pulled a face like she was unimpressed by what she was seeing.
She wasn’t . She was trying not to drool but she wasn’t about to let him know that.
"I have seen you." She said before sighing loudly.
"I can see how annoying you are . Plus I like my guys like I like a library." She looked at him with a small smirk , chewing on her straw so she didn't burst into laughter at the cute confused look that came over his face.
He wasn't the brightest , so he just continued to look at her in absolute confusion . Having no idea what she was hinting at .
"With books? You want me to read more? What-?" He struggled to guess. He would read the biggest and most longest book in history if that was what she wanted.
Charles sighed in second hand embarrassment, covering his eyes so he didn't have to witness the scene in front of him.
Cherrie couldn't help but giggle then, making Pierre smile despite his confusion . His eyes gazing at her pouty lips that were upturned in amusement , mocking him.
He sighed quietly . Man she was so fucking beautiful. Even when she was clearly taking the piss out of him.
"Quite Pierre. I like them quite." She answered him, rolling her eyes at him a little too fondly for someone that apparently 'hated' him so much.
Charles gave her a knowing look. She just pretended that she didn't see him.
Pierre placed his hands on his hips, looking at her stubbornly .
"I can be quite." He lied.
Both Charles and Cherrie looked at him in disbelief .
He frowned at them, offended . "I can!"
Charles rose his brow at him in amusement "mate.. you're the biggest gossip I know. You'd talk at a funeral. You can't stand the silence!" He reminded him frankly .
Cherrie snorted a laugh. Pierre side eyeing her judgmentally .
"You can't talk sweetheart! You're the loudest and most obnoxious woman I know! We hear you before we even see you!" He exclaimed to her, huffing.
Cherrie stopped giggling, scowling at him instead.
"I'm not obnoxious you asshole! I'm just-" she struggled to find the right word to explain herself with . "-I'm just fun!" She settled with.
Both Pierre and Charles blinked at her in disbelief.
Charles scratching the side of his jaw with a small laugh . "You are a little obnoxious Cherrie-"
Pierre grinned at her smugly "you got your dad to buy the football team that your ex boyfriend was in and got him to transfer him to a team that he hated because you didn't want to see him anymore. That's a little obnoxious." He mused, laughing loudly at the memory .
Cherrie just pursed her lips , unable to deny that she did in fact do that.
"Well..." she muttered stubbornly "that was more strategic than obnoxious.. he wasn't that good anyways.."
Pierre laughed . Suddenly Reaching into the pockets of his swimming shorts and pulling out a small jewellery box that he had kept there.
Cherrie stopped pouting immediately at the sight of it, looking curiously down at the box , gave brightening up without even realising it.
Charles rolled his eyes at how superficial his friend was . In fact he was sure that if someone offered her a diamond ring in exchange for her siblings, she would hand them over without any hesitation.
She was a material girl. She just couldn't help it.
Pierre knew this and he used it to his advantage.
Smirking to himself as he handed her the little box casually .
"I got this for you..." he told her proudly while watching closely for her reaction to his gift.
She gave him a wary glance before taking the box off him , carefully lifting the lid and her eyes widening in shock as she looked at the necklace inside.
It was a dainty gold chain with a small cherry pendant on the end of it. Only The whole Cherry was encrusted in tiny red and green diamonds, it was sparkling in the sun.
Gasping a little as she lifted it out of the box , immediately Unclasping it and putting it on around her neck. Tilting her chest from side to side as she admired the way it shone and stood out between her breasts beautifully.
"It's so pretty!" She cooed down to it . Suddenly forgetting her annoyance towards him as she looked over at him with a giant smile on her face .
"Is it real gold too?" She wanted to know, refusing to wear anything but.
Pierre looked smug , admiring the necklace that he had handmade for her in satisfaction. Giving a disbelieving Charles a cocky grin.
It he couldn't get to her heart through flowers and flirting.
Then he could definitely win her over with gold And diamonds .
"Of course." He scoffed like it was obvious "they're real diamonds too. Do you like it?" He asked her hopefully. Taking a small step towards her while she was distracted by his gift.
Cherrie just Beamed uo at him. Her own excitement and happiness making her forget why she didn't like him in the first place .
She threw her arms around his waist and gave him the first hug he had ever received from her. Squeezing him tightly as she giggled out loud in pure happiness .
Pierre grinned widely , wrapping his arms around her shoulders and holding her close while he still had the chance. Gently caressing her back as he leaned his head down and gently kissed the top of her head. Sighing contently .
"I love it! It's so beautiful! Thank you so much Pierre. This is really sweet .." she cooed at him, pulling away enough so that she could kiss his cheek in thanks.
He just smiled smugly , running his hands through her hair while she continued to look down at her chest, admiring the necklace in amazement .
"Soo.." he drawled out confidently , pushing her hair over her shoulders and smiling down at her hopefully .
"Dinner tonight?" He tried again , feeling better about his chances now.
Cherrie didn't even hesitate . Smiling at him like she hadn't just been insulting him five minutes ago.
"Of course! We can go in the hot tub too!" She gave into him easily .
Pulling away from him so that she grab her drink again. Passing Charles her phone and telling him to take a picture of her with her new necklace on.
Pierre tried not to fist bump the air in utter glee. Instead he bit down on his lip and tried to contain his excited yell of relief .
Charles was looking at his spoilt friend in disbelief.
"What happened to 'I'll never say yes to him?'" He exclaimed to her in shock that all it took was some pretty jewellery to change her mind.
Cherrie just shrugged, unashamed but how materialistic she was.
"It's gold. And diamonds." She stated like it was obvious.
Leaning against pierres side and casually caressing his arm like it was totally normal for her to be so affectionate towards him now. Pierre happily eating her touch up as he did the same .
Acting Like she hadn't just been plotting his murder when he showed up on their holiday out of the blue .
"I'd blow him right here and right now If I wouldn't get arrested for it." She then added unashamedly, looking up at him through her lashes slyly.
Pierre went red. Letting out a startled laugh, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and leaning his head against her own, squeezing her to him in pure happiness.
"I wouldn't complain-" he smirked down at her, biting his lip.
Charles looked at them in pure disgust. "I would! I can't believe this! Can't you go back to hating him Cherrie?!" He exclaimed unhappily , grimacing deeply as he watched pierre slide his hand down over her ass and give it a casual squeeze.
Pierre kicked at him with wide eyes "don't give her any ideas! Let me have this mate!" He exclaimed at him, laughing loudly .
Their other friends weren't going to believe this.
He wished he had gotten her some jewellery sooner. Maybe they would have been married by now!
And from then on instead of getting her flowers or something simple , pierre got her grand and luxurious gifts whenever she was mad at him.
She was hanging out in their garden with both Charles and lando when pierre came rushing through the backdoor with a large smile on his face.
"Hello love of my life!" He exclaimed happily towards his pissed off girlfriend who refused to speak to him after missing their date night three days ago.
Pierre felt like he was losing his mind. Three days without hearing her babbling on and bugging him all day was too much for him to bare.
He wanted her to be back to annoying him and following him around and giving him kisses whenever he did or said something that she liked.
He had tried apologising and getting her flowers but she just turned away from them , unimpressed. So he knew he had to pull out the big guns for this one.
Lando and Charles looked up at him uneasily , Cherrie refusing to even look at him. Instead she was back in a tiny bikini, tanning in their back garden peacefully while reading some trashy magazine .
"I don't think you should look so happy mate.." lando chuckled as he glanced between the two of them in amusement .
Having had the absolute joy of Cherrie phoning him up to rant about Pierre pissing her off again. For someone who wasn't British, she sure liked to swear like she was.
"You might not have a girlfriend soon." He told him with a grin. Enjoying the drama like he always did.
Pierre just continued smiling cockily. "You're right."
His sudden casual agreement made Cherrie look up from the magazine in her lap with a furious glare.
Starting up at him angrily, in absolutely disbelief by how unbothered he seemed at the thought of her leaving him.
"Why do you look happy at the thought of losing me?! Do you know how quickly I could have a new boyfriend Pierre? Do you want me to show you how many of your friends want to fuck-" she started to yell at him dramatically , ever the hot head, giving him no chance to finish his sentence .
Pierre just laughed in amusement and shook his head at her. Admiring how hot she looked when she was angry at him.
Well aware that most of his friends wanted to fuck the love of his life. He couldn't blame them. She was hot as fuck , but at the end of the day he didn't care how they felt because he was the one that she went home with each night.
He was the only one that she loved. That was all he cared about.
"No, no. I'm not happy about that obviously." He reassured her quickly before she actually tried to drown him in their pool .
Then he casually nodded over to the gate that lead around the house to their large driveway.
"Come on. I've got you something to say sorry for being such a asshole and missing our date. I really don't mean to my love . I just forgot ." He explained to her honestly as he gently took ahold of her arm and pulled her up from the sun bed, dragging her along with him while she huffed and puffed at him unhappily.
Charles and lando quickly following after them, wanting to see what he had done now to get her to forgive him.
The last time he had got her a sorry gift , he had gotten her a giant ice sculpture of the two of them. Their friends had been stunned .
Because what the fuck?
But Cherrie had just squealed happily and kissed him over and over again. Forgetting what she was even mad about in the first place.
Their friends no longer knew what to expect from the couple and the group chat was just filled with pictures of all the random and slightly insane 'gifts' that he got Cherrie when he pissed her off or simply just because he wanted to see her smile.
Now was no different .
"So I'm that forgettable am I Pierre? Well you know what! I know some guys that wouldn't forget me-" she was snapping at him moodily , glaring him at him unhappily . Not liking the idea of being forgotten about so easily .
She had never felt more humiliated when sitting alone in a restaurant while waiting for her boyfriend to come for hours. Trying to ignore the pitying look that she got from the staff when they came out and gave her a slice of cake 'on the house' clearly feeling sorry for her being ditched in a fancy restaurant like that.
Cherrie had wanted to kill him. Still kind of did.
Pierre sighed guiltily and squeezed her hand three times, still feeling terrible.
"I'm sorry baby. It really was an accident and it won't happen again. I can promise you that." He meant it.
He had no doubt that if he ever forgot one of their dates again, he would no longer have legs to drive with.
You didn't test your luck twice.
He opened the gate and gently pulled her through until they were stood in their large gravelled driveway.
He smiled down at her , barely containing his own excitement as he casually nodded his head to his left.
"Look.." he simply muttered to her .
Cherrie frowned at him before reluctantly following his finger over to their driveway.
She froze in disbelief .
Mouth dropping onen in shock as a brand new , black Lamborghini with hot pink leather seats stared back at her .
"Holy shit!" She squealed loudly .
Quickly dropping his hand and running over to it. Jumping up and down in excitement as she ran her hand over the sleek car , admiring its beauty.
“Oh my god! Baby!”
Charles and lando were gaping at the car beside him, both of them looking at the car with a giant bow on it in disbelief .
"You bought me a Lamborghini?!" She screamed in utter glee.
Gasping loudly as she opened the door and ducked her head inside , tears falling from Her eyes when she saw the customised fluffy steering wheel and her name engraved on the drivers seat in cursive letters.
Pierre laughed happily and nodded his head, wandering over to her as he admired the look of pure joy on her face at the sight of her dream car .
"I did. To say sorry for being an asshole." He murmured to her , stroking her hair affectionately when she finally pulled herself out of the sports car , Crying in happiness as she threw herself into his arms with a squeal .
"You like it?" He already knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it anyways .
She scoffed in disbelief , kissing all over his face and leaving red listick prints on his blushing skin.
"I love it! It's so beautiful! And it's all mine?!" She couldn't believe it.
Pierre just nodded with a lovesick grin as he leaned down to give his excited girlfriend a kiss.
"All yours baby. Just like me." He whispered against her mouth, sighing against her lips when she deepened the kiss.
Sliding her hand underneath his shirt and lightly scratching at his back with her long nails making him shiver in pleasure .
Charles groaned loudly at them making out against her new car in disgust.
Meanwhile lando was already in backseat, rolling down the window and looking over to them impatiently.
"Can we take it for a spin then?! Let's see how fast it can go!” He shouted at them impatiently .
Pierre reluctantly pulled away from her lips with a smile , giving Cherrie a gentle push in the direction of the car.
She wasted no time in buckling herself in and revving the engine at them, lando and her screaming in excitement.
"Oh my god that sounded so sexy!" She shouted in awe as she did it again, giggling hysterically while lando climbed into the passenger seat beside her instead . Beeping the horn at them impatiently.
"Come on! Let's go!" He shouted again, taking out his camera and videoing Cherrie who was feeling her new fluffy pink wheel in awe.
Charles glanced over at his friend in silent disbelief ,
Pierre looking casual as he pulled out his phone and started taking a hundred photos of his girlfriend , still in her tiny bikini, posing with the Lamborghini like a model .
"I can't believe you bought her a Lamborghini to get her to forgive you." He stated in amazement .
Having apparently underestimated just how far and how much money he was willing to spend just to make Cherrie happy.
Pierre simply shrugged , grinning over at Cherrie in adoration.
"She's the love of my life and she deserves fancy things. Plus.. I knew there was no way she could stay mad at me with this!" He told him proudly , pleased with himself for once again spoiling his material girl.
Charles laughed , side eyeing him. "I'm mad at you for stealing my best friend from me. Where's my Lamborghini?" He joked at him.
Pierre just grinned at him , laughing "I'm sure Cherrie will give you lifts in it now. Look at how hot she looks in it.. wow.." he sighed dazedly still taking photos of her proudly .
He was definitely going to blow one of the ones with her stretched across the front of the lambo in her tiny bikini mid laugh, that picture was going straight above their bed.
All of their friends stood hidden behind the palms trees as they watched Pierre get down on one knee in the middle of the beach , candles and roses surrounding Cherrie as she looked down at him with a excited squeal.
"Oh my god baby! This better not be a joke otherwise I'll kill you!" She shouted gleefully as she looked down at Pierre who was giggling at her excitement loudly .
He shook his head with a affectionate grin on his face , looking up at her with tears in his eyes , having wanted to do this since the day he met her.
"Not a joke." He confirmed to her , sniffling. Already getting emotional .
“You're the love of my life Cherrie. And I want to annoy you for the rest of my life. Without you- my life is just empty and boring . You keep me on my toes and make my life so much more fun and interesting . It only took me three years to get you to go on a date with me-" he spoke unashamedly , holding her hand in his with nothing but love in his eyes.
Max snorted quietly , Charles and lando shushing him quickly.
"Three years of her rejecting him. And he's still whipped." He muttered in amusement .
"But I want all your years and all your mornings and nights. I want to hear you call me an asshole when I make you mad. I want to be the only one that you look to for safety and happiness. Because you're the only one that I ever think of. Hell, I even dream of you!" He giggled , Cherrie reaching down and gently wiping the tears from his cheeks.
"So, will you marry me?" He asked her with a shaking voice , blinking away tears and adding a desperate "please?" As well.
Cherrie burst into tears and dropped down to her knees in front of him, hugging him tightly as she rocked them from side to side in pure excitement .
"Yes! You absolute beauty! Oh my god! You wanna marry me?!" She was in disbelief as she kissed all over his face in happiness .
Pierre taking ahold of her cheeks and pulling away to grin at her, laughing loudly at how oblivious she was .
He was obsessed with her. He would marry her everyday if he could .
"Obviously! I knew I wanted to marry you the first time you called me a dickhead years ago!" He admitted to her honestly.
Then he pulled away and moved to the side to show her five jewellery boxes on the sand beside him.
His friends gaped and gasped as they watched him open each box , all of them containing different diamond rings . Different styles and colours, but all worth hundreds of thousands . Giving her options as she gasped loudly and started trying each one on.
"Oh my god. He bought all of the rings he looked at?" Charles gasped in disbelief. Having been beside his friend when they went ring shopping.
They all watched the newly engaged couple sit casually on the sand, Cherrie leaning her back against his chest and holding her hand out in front of her as Pierre slid on another ring for her to try, both of them comparing them to see which one she liked best.
"He has set the bar so ridiculously high.. he never even bought flowers for girls in the past before !" Max exclaimed in disbelief .
Charles just giggled , not at all surprised as they then watched Pierre walk behind a pop up barrier and then pull out a puppy with a bow around its neck.
Cherrie bursting into tears again as she clutched the puppy to her chest , all of the rings stacked up on her fingers, unable to pick just one.
Pierre just standing back and taking candid photos of her proudly , crying happy tears himself as she shouted about how much she loved him.
"That's because they weren't Cherrie." Charles simply stated the truth.
“And cherries bar is set so high and Pierre is the only one that matches it. They're both rich and both in love. And Pierre loves spoiling her. Even before she was his girlfriend."
Lando nodded in agreement , happy for his friends.
He didn't understand their love but they were happy and that was all that mattered to him.
"She's always been a material girl and she's turning pierre into a material boy too." Lando laughed , shaking his head in amusement .
"They're made for each other. And Cherrie loves to spoil him just as much. Do You know what Cherrie has bought him for his birthday next week?" He said to them with a grin.
They all shook their heads no, looking over at him curiously .
"A private plan with his name written across it." He told them casually
“so nothing surprises me anymore."
"They'd give each other the whole world if they could."
They all watched as Cherrie and Pierre held into each other tightly , beaming smiles on their faces as they giddily began gushing about having their wedding on an island .
"Do you think we can get Taylor swift to sing at our reception?!" They heard Cherrie ask.
All of them watching as Pierre shrugged his shoulders and told her that he'd try his best to make their guest list as A list as possible.
"This is going to be the most biggest and most expensive wedding of the century." Charles stated the obvious .
Wondering how the hell he had gone from listening to her complain about how much Pierre annoyed her and wouldn't leave her alone. To seeing the both of them getting engaged and planning their futures together .
Who knew that all this could happen because of a diamond necklace?
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You Changed Everything
Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x gn!reader
Genre: angst, fluff
Word Count: 10,6k
Wanings: some stronger language. mentions of violence, blood and injuries. it is implied that y/n was in a gang. small food and alcohol mentions.
[Series: Serenity Street 17] Two runaways meet in a bar and decide to get an apartment together to escape their worries. Their relationship has fuzzy borders from then on as they explore each other’s past and worries.
Note: a lot more angst than i’m used to writing but my bestie said the fic is just a mildly angsty house husband au, so idek.
You met him on a rainy summer evening.
Though you had put in some effort to dress up nicer than you usually would, you still looked and felt like a mess. Your drink sloshed around in the glass but you had little to no interest in it that night. If anything, it was an excuse to escape to this bar.
You barely liked the place more than you liked the people in it, but you supposed it was an improvement from your normal life. At the very least the lights were prettier there, shining gold and red.
Your thoughts drowned out any sound that echoed between the walls. Perhaps that’s why he caught you off-guard.
“I’ll have a tequila, please,” he called out to the bartender and practically fell into the seat next to yours, startling you out of your thoughts so hard that a drop of your drink fell onto your fingers.
Eyes wide, you watched this man who somehow looked worse than you did. His hair was haphazardly bleached blonde and cut, a few black pieces peeking through here and there; it was a mess from the number of times he must’ve run his hand through it.
“Rough day?” the bartender asked him while placing the tequila glass down.
The man scoffed and slumped against the counter. “It always is.”
Before he could ask anything more, the bartender was called elsewhere, leaving the two of you there alone. You couldn’t help but laugh a little – you hadn’t laughed in days – as he downed the tequila and cursed right after.
“Not much of a tequila guy?” you inquired.
His eyes widened in surprise at the sound of your voice, but a small smile appeared on his face nevertheless. “No, but I figured I should try something different.
“You don’t look like you’re in a much better place mentally,” he tried to joke without even realising how right he was. “So, what’s your tale?”
“I’m not big on sharing,” you told him that evening and took a swig of your drink, “but if you’re patient enough, you might find out.”
He smiled at your words – whether he was amused, understanding or too much of a jokester for his own good you’d never know. Then, he extended his hand. “I’m Soonyoung.”
To the surprise of both of you, a few exchanged sentences turned into hours of talking. By the time the bartender kicked you out (not before asking Soonyoung to cover the both of your bills, which he begrudgingly did) you were so far drunk and gone that you could barely stand up straight.
You rarely let yourself get to this point, afraid of letting your guard down and getting in trouble that would end with more than a slap on the wrist or a black eye. But this time you couldn’t be bothered to hold back. A new city, a new you – you repeated that to yourself every time you took a shot.
The more you talked, the more you realised the two of you were at the same point in your lives. The same chapter of a different book of a similar genre.
“Hey, here’s an idea,” you started with drunken giggles as the two of you stumbled through the streets together later that night.
Soonyoung seemed only a little more sober than you, seeing as he was the one providing most of the balance the two of you shared on your trip. Still, his face was red and he was laughing non-stop at just about anything, so maybe he just had very good balance. He nudged and prompted you, “What idea? Tell me, tell me!”
“What if we–” You burst into giggles again. “No, we couldn’t possibly.”
“We couldn’t?” he seemed almost scandalised that you would suggest something so preposterous – whatever it was you were suggesting.
“Okay, hear me out,” you eventually managed to get out when you got a break from your laughter, “your life sucks, my life sucks, we’re both new here – let’s move in together.”
He stopped in his steps, halting you with him. His eyes seemed to clear at the idea. “What are you saying?”
“I don’t have a place to stay and not enough money to cover the rent of anything alone. But together– Together we could rent an apartment, somewhere in this city.”
A smile appeared on his face and your drunk self felt a little weak at the knees at the sight. How had you stumbled upon this gorgeous specimen at all?
To your utter surprise, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder a little tighter and nodded, slurring his words a little as he answered, “That sounds wonderful. Let’s do that. Together.”
You moved into apartment 4C close to midnight only a week later. It was then that you learned that Soonyoung wasn’t particularly fond of the dark. Funnily enough, the darkness was where you felt most comfortable.
And yet, as you walked around your new home, 4C was like something out of a horror film.
The ceiling had obvious water damage. The floors were covered in dust and bits of dried mud. And the bathroom made such terrifying noises that Soonyoung had to ask you to keep watch outside the door every time he used it.
Even the guy in charge had seemed baffled in your interest in the place when he showed you the apartment two days ago. But this was all the two of you could afford.
Fortunately, there wasn’t much to carry up the stairs. You and Soonyoung only had a single bag each. You and your trusty backpack, Soonyoung and his suitcase – that was all you had.
Be the state of the furniture of the apartment as it may, at least it was there. You had a sofa, a dining table and a queen-sized bed – what more could you possibly need?
“I’ll sleep on the sofa,” you told your new roommate as the two of you looked around, exhausted from your journey. “You take the bed.”
He didn’t seem to like the idea as much as you expected him to. Instead of a grateful smile, what you received was a disapproving scowl. “No, I’ll take the sofa. You take the bed.”
You were baffled at his response. It didn’t take much to figure out that this man was used to living in luxury – he wore a button-up shirt on moving day, for crying out loud! Why would he possibly give up the bed?
“It’s fine, Soonyoung,” you insisted and prepared to settle down on the sofa. “I’ll be fine. You can spread out on the bed.” You felt a little jealous of him, really.
“But that’s not very fair,” he said and pulled you back up just as you managed to lie down. Before you could protest, he took your place and melted into the cushions. “You go sleep in the bed and tomorrow we can– Ow!”
He sat up as fast as he lied down and glared at the sofa before lifting his hand to inspect it. A bloody scratch stood in his palm, thin and painful – you thought it a warning.
“That’s it,” you sighed and pulled him up just like had done for you just moments ago, “we’re both sleeping on the bed. At least it has a new mattress.”
Soonyoung grumbled under his breath as he realised that he couldn’t be the perfect gentleman this time. Not with this cut in his hand.
“Really,” he cursed under his breath and glared at the scratch while blindly following after you by the hold you had on his sleeve, “who even gets injured by a sofa?”
“You, apparently,” you told him with a scoff before pushing him to sit on the bed.
You turned on the single light in the room and found that the bed was a little smaller than you had thought. Still, you brought this upon yourself, so with another sigh, you picked up your backpack and rummaged through it.
“What are you looking for?”
“The first-aid kit.”
“Why do you have a first-aid kit in there?”
“Because of you, it seems,” you bit back before victoriously digging the item out and throwing it on the bed. “There, clean that scratch. God knows what that couch has seen. I don’t want to nurse you back to health from the dead.”
“Aw, you care,” he giggled as he looked through the little red bag.
You rolled your eyes and shrugged off your leather jacket. “No. I just don’t have the money to pay this rent alone.”
“That’s what they all say,” he joked before thanking you nonetheless.
While he cleaned and dressed his wound, you took it upon yourself to make the bed. The owner had been kind enough to get you a brand new mattress, two blankets and three pillows as well as some bed sheets. You hoped they’d be as comfortable to sleep on as they looked.
Once the bed was made and you lied under the covers, the situation sank in. You were finally independent and free and you hadn’t had to do anything really illegal to achieve any of this. All it had taken was a friend.
Said friend grumbled on the other side of the bed. “Why is it so cold here?”
“The landlord said the heating would take some time to start,” you reminded him softly and tried to get comfortable with the idea of sharing the bed, as big or small as it was. “Just pull the blankets around yourself a little tighter, Soonyoung.”
Silence filled the room. Too loud to let you sleep just yet. When you let out a defeated sigh, Soonyoung spoke up again, “I don’t want to seem rude or needy or anything but–”
“What is it?” you mumbled and turned to face him.
“Can I hold you?” he whispered after a hesitant pause before ranting on, “I’m sorry. I just can’t sleep unless I hold something and it’s cold and you’re here anyway, so I just thought–”
To this day you don’t know what came over you that night. You didn’t let him finish his sentence before you wrapped yourself around his frame. Your arms comfortably rested around his torso, your head on his chest. You could hear his breath hitch and his heartbeat pick up before his arm wrapped around your body.
“Better?” you mumbled into his chest, thankful that it was too dark to see. It made it easier to forget you were actually cuddling a real human-being and not a giant pillow.
Soonyoung sighed softly, relieved and happy, before humming. “Better. Good night. Sleep well.”
You didn’t get the chance to reply – you had never fallen asleep faster.
Your apartment felt empty still even after three whole days. It felt less like a home and more like a shell. And yet you hadn’t felt so comfortable in years. A little worn-down, lacking a lot of the essentials, but free and, most importantly, safe from your past.
“It’ll feel more like home eventually,” Soonyoung whispered as he sat next to you on the small torn couch, his side pressing against yours. You felt his gaze on you, his voice impossibly small as he added on, “Right?”
You were still hesitant as well. Without much thought, you leaned into the comfort his warmth offered and rested against your head on his shoulder. It scared you how quickly you had grown used to his presence and affection and – worst of all – how fast you had started to reciprocate.
“The sunrise is beautiful,” you whispered back instead of answering his question, eyes still stuck on the view out of your living room window. A nice big window with a beautiful view towards the river – just like you’d always dreamed.
Soonyoung chuckled and rested his head against yours. “It’ll only become more beautiful the longer we stay here, I’m sure. We came all this way to see it.”
And come a long way you had, from the cold and unforgiving streets of the city. You could only hope this would be the turning point of your life and you could now finally forget your past.
“Do you think we could get a pet?” he then asked you. “I think a dog could make this place more lively.”
“No,” you told him before you could even fully comprehend and contemplate. You had always wanted a dog, or a cat. But old habits die hard.
He pouted. “But why?”
“Just because.”
“Because…?” he attempted to get an answer out of you, eyes shining hopefully.
You bit your tongue despite the excuses threatening to come out one by one: “because we can’t afford one”, “because I don’t trust myself to care for another being”, “because what if my past catches up with me?”. You held your mouth shut and just shook your head instead of voicing any of those reasons.
“Fine,” he groaned in defeat. “But I will win one day and you won’t be able to deny my request any longer.”
A part of you doubted you’d even stay in his life long enough to see that day. But the other part of you was just as hopeful as he was, if not more, and eagerly awaited that day.
“Can we at least decorate this place?” he then wondered, already eyeing places for trinkets and flower pots. “It’s so cold and empty.”
“Decorate?” You wanted to laugh. “You and what money? We need to find jobs first.”
With an offended scoff, he sat up and glared at you before starting, “I’ll have you know that I have–” and just like that he trailed off and shut up.
“Right,” he eventually mumbled and reached up to run a hand through his hair, “we’re poor.”
That word could barely even cover your situation. You had been lucky to get anything more than a house-shaped cardboard box for the cash the two of you scratched up just a week ago. It had taken some busking on his part (something you found he was decently good at) and a secret threat to a random guy in the streets on your part (something you knew you were very good at). The apartment was barely up to the standards of any person and yet here you sat.
The only places you had managed to clean so far were the bathroom, the one usable bedroom, and the living room window. This place was a complete mess but now it was your mess and, despite its many shortcomings, you were proud of it.
“Maybe we could clean the kitchen tomorrow,” you suggested after a pause.
Soonyoung grinned at the idea. “Yeah, it would be nice to finally have some homemade food.”
“When was the last time you had any?”
He frowned in thought and began counting, his lips moving without a sound as he did so. Eventually he said, “About a year ago? Back when I lived with my parents. Mother used to cook the most delicious bulgogi and my grandmother’s kimchi was out of this world–”
As you listened to him reminiscing, it hit you that you couldn’t remember the last time you saw your parents. You could barely even recall their faces. It had been far more than a year.
Soonyoung’s voice suddenly faded into silence. You didn’t even realise because you were so lost in your daze – in an attempt to recall your mother’s smile or your father’s voice, or anything really. Why was there nothing you could fully remember about them? Had you really already worn those bright memory photos down to blurry smudges?
The walk down memory lane came to an abrupt stop when you felt the warmth of a hand against your cheek.
As he gently wiped your face, Soonyoung spoke in a voice that seemed almost impossibly soft, “Why are you crying?”
“I–” You hadn’t even realised you were crying, but indeed, tears were rolling down your cheeks and your breathing was heavier than before. You had walked a little too far into your memory. “Sorry, I don’t know what–”
“Don’t apologise,” he interrupted and carefully pulled you into his embrace. “You never have to apologise to me.”
“Life will get better soon,” he added after a moment of letting you cry into his shoulder. “Let’s just hang on a little longer. We have this entire place to fix up and decorate.”
You sighed. “We’ll have to find jobs first.”
“I’m sure we can manage that. Together.” He offered the most endearing smile, one so full of hope that your frozen heart swelled at the sight. “After all, everybody else has jobs. How hard can it really be?”
It was only a week later that Soonyoung burst into the apartment with a wide bright smile and papers in hand. He immediately located you on the sofa and practically threw himself at you.
“Guess what!”
You blinked at him slowly before softly sighing and asking, “What?”
“No, you’re supposed to guess,” Soonyoung whined and squished your cheeks together for his own amusement. “So, guess.”
Taking a deep breath, you pushed his hand away so you could speak. “You saw a cute dog?”
He paused. “Actually, yes, I did that too.”
“Really?” You hadn’t expected it to be true, honestly.
“Yeah, the guy living across the hall has this fluffy white dog,” he told you, almost getting distracted already. Almost. “But that’s not it. I have far more important news.”
“What news?”
This time he just about stomped his feet and glared at you in disappointment. “I said you’re supposed to guess.”
“Why did I agree to move in with you?” you wondered under your breath before clearing your throat. “Okay, fine. Did you get free food?”
“Man, that would’ve been nice,” he breathed out – and you felt a little disappointed as well because you could only eat so much instant ramen before it became too much – but he still shook his head. “One more chance.”
“You… Yeah, I have no idea.”
“You’re no fun,” he pouted only briefly before a bright smile took over and held the papers out for you to read. “I got us a job.”
Your eyes widened and you sat up immediately, grabbing the papers to inspect them. “You got a job?”
“For us both,” he beamed and awaited praise, much like a little puppy. “How is it? Didn’t I do good?”
Unfortunately for him, you were too baffled to give him the compliments and head pats he so deserved. “How?”
Though he was clearly a little let down by the lack of praises, he still smiled brightly as he proudly recounted the tale. “I ran into one of the girls who lives in this building – Mina, or something like that – and she said that her parents need help with their shop and she remembered that we were new in the city, so she set us up. They want to meet us the day after tomorrow for our first day at their shop.”
“A shop?” You supposed it was better than joining another streetgang for quick dirty money. At least this sounded legal. “What do they sell there?”
Soonyoung squinted in thought, eyeing a random spot on the wall as he tried to sound out what he remembered. “I think it was a bookstore? Or a bar that has books? Or a–” He sighed in defeat. “Something to do with books.”
“I like books.”
“I don’t, but I’m willing to take anything at this point,” he breathed out and leaned back against the sofa. He let out a groan of pain barely a second later and sat back up to stare at the very spot he had just leaned against. “I don’t care what you say: I’m blowing my first paycheck on a new sofa.”
You laughed at that and he practically lit up at the sound, eyes bright as he watched you. Despite feeling shy under his gaze, you couldn’t help but elaborate on your amusement: ��You do know how much a sofa costs?”
“Absolutely not,” he admitted without any shame, “but it can’t cost more than our future health bills without a normal sofa.”
You had to agree with that.
“How’s your hand?” you then remembered to ask.
He shrugged and looked at it. “It seems fine. A little sore at times, but I think it’s almost healed.”
“Good,” you smiled and gave him a pat on the head. “I’m glad.”
“And you’re proud that I got us jobs,” he urged with a playful smile, leaning a little too close to you, “right? I did good, right?”
You couldn’t help but laugh again. Much like one would do to a puppy, you finally gave him headpats and cooed, “Yes, you did so well. I’m so proud of you.”
He giggled at your affection but made no moves to reject it. In fact, he leaned further into your space and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Thank you.”
“No,” you sighed and held him close, “thank you.”
Soonyoung hadn’t been too far off with his job descriptions. It indeed had to do with books – a café-library hybrid. Exactly the type you had imagined when you were still young and naive. For the past ten years, you hadn’t even thought this kind of business could actually exist.
Under Mina’s supervision, Soonyoung was appointed the newest waiter at the café section. It took him a few days to get a hold of the coffee maker and the cash-register system.
In the meantime, the far less sociable you was in charge of tending to his near-daily burns as well as restocking and organising the bookshelves.
It was a perfect work division and you didn’t even mind the job too much – especially not when Soonyoung all but ran over to you with a fresh cup of your favourite hot beverage every time there were no customers in the building.
“Did you make this by yourself this time?” you asked between sips.
Soonyoung was practically shining, his chest buffed out proudly, as he nodded. “How is it? Better than last time, right?”
“Well, it doesn’t taste burnt this time,” you half-joked and pinched his cheek affectionately. “Good job.”
“Yes!” He just about vibrated in his place, excited to see improvements in his work. “I’ll become the best barista this town has ever seen.”
“Considering you couldn’t even figure out how to use a kettle the other day, I really can’t wait.”
“Right? Me neither.” He smiled at you, choosing to ignore the little jab at his technical skills. “How are the books treating you today?”
You glanced at the return cart. “It’s not the worst day. It’s manageable.”
“We got really lucky with this job, huh?” he thought out loud. “We should get paid today.”
“Still going to buy a new sofa with the first check?” you teased.
He scoffed as if he felt offended by your words. “The moment we get out tomorrow, we’re going to IKEA. I’m not even joking. I cannot stand that damn thing anymore.”
“And how do you suppose we get that thing to the fourth floor?”
He preferred to not embarrass himself by admitting that he hadn’t really thought that far yet. Instead, he cleared his throat and gestured to the return cart. “Do you need help with those? Mina said I’m not allowed at the counter because I keep stealing her loyal customers.”
“That’s what you get for being too handsome,” you joked and handed him a book to put on the shelf.
He grinned. “You think I’m handsome? Really?”
“What? You thought you’re getting all those tips just for being so good at making coffee?”
“Well,” he paused and pressed his lips together into a tight line of defeat, “no, but–”
“But?”
A confident smile came back onto his lips. “But it’s nice to hear that you think I’m handsome.”
You scoffed and shoved a book to his chest. “I’m never admitting anything to you again.”
“You can’t help it. You think I’m handsome.”
You chose to not interact with him for the rest of the work day, aside from a few hums, remarks and laughs at his dumb jokes. No one could fully ignore Soonyoung. The day went by faster in his presence.
To your surprise, you had multiple notifications when you finally remembered to check your phone. A bank notification to inform you of the paycheck going through – you let out a little sound of cheer because you were officially no longer poor to the point of hunger – and two messages from a number that made your blood run cold.
[did you really think you could just run to a different city and your debts would be forgotten?]
[tomorrow, 8 pm, the corner of rosewood and williams. bring the money and don’t be late.]
And just like that your week took a sharp left turn towards hell.
“You’re not coming to the store with me?” Soonyoung wondered in surprise as the two of you walked out of the store. “Why not?”
You hated lying to Soonyoung. So you didn’t. “There’s someone I have to meet.”
Not a lie. Just an omission. He would never know. It was for the best.
“Am I supposed to pick the sofa out on my own then?” he pouted and tugged at your sleeve. “But it’s your sofa too.”
“I trust your taste.”
Now, maybe you weren’t entirely uncomfortable with lying to him. But this was a lie so dumb and bold that it might as well have been a joke with how annoyed he looked.
You groaned under his scrutinising stare. “Fine. You can just text me when you think you found something you like. And then I’ll say if I like it or not.”
He seemed a little hesitant still, almost as if he knew that your plans for the evening were too dangerous for you to go on your own. But he trusted you. You wished he didn’t.
Finally, he sighed softly and nodded. “Fine. But if you don’t answer within five minutes of each text, I have the right to be mad.”
“Deal.”
“Deal!” He smiled proudly at that and nodded. “I’ll go and find us a sofa then.”
“How are you going to get it inside?” you still wondered.
He rolled his eyes, making a show of his tiredness of you underestimating him. “I already talked to Jihoon. He promised to help and get some of the other guys to help as well.”
“Good,” you smiled and gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder. Somehow you felt the need to show him you cared in this moment. “Don’t strain your back, okay?”
He nodded, looking a little solemn at the realisation that you really wouldn’t go along with him. Briefly you wondered if he actually did know where you were going as he took your hand and insistently looked into your eyes. His voice wavered a little as he told you, “You be safe too, alright? Call me if anything happens.”
“Of course,” you breathed out and shook off his hand before heading your way. How you wished you could keep your promise.
As you made your way to the meeting point, you briefly wondered if you were doing the right thing at all. This was something the you from your hometown would’ve done. You would’ve liked to believe that the you of this city was brave enough to not even bother with your past.
Maybe it would’ve been smarter to call the authorities and ask them for help. Heck, even asking for help of one of the guys living in your building could have had better consequences than your current plan.
But your mind was already made up: you were going to break out of this circle the only way you knew how – by facing it head-first.
You reached the the corner of Rosewood and Williams just a minute before 8. When you did, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. When you checked it, you couldn’t help but sigh at Soonyoung’s name on the screen. As you were about to reply, however, a voice interrupted you.
“Glad to see you’re still as punctual as ever. Now, where is my money?”
You took a deep calming breath. It used to be a lot easier to fake nonchalance before you met Soonyoung. He had changed you.
“I don’t have your money.”
When you turned to face the woman, you did so with the knowledge that it would be your last time to do this, one way or another…
Soonyoung never did hear back from you after the two of you went your different ways in the street. Though he had expected you to ignore his texts and calls, even expected you to come home a little late, he truthfully wasn’t even half-prepared for the anxiety the situation would bring him.
He spent the better part of the night pacing back and forth in the apartment. He was restless – more so than ever before. He hadn’t even been able to pick out a new sofa despite his generous paycheck because he was simply that worried.
There had been something off about you when you bid goodbye that evening and he both feared and waited the moment you’d come home. Even when he tried to rest, he couldn’t go to sleep until you came back to him.
At around 2 am he gave up on sleep and simply sat down on the floor in the middle of the living room, facing the front door as if it could open at any moment now. Between his anxious sighs and curses, he unlocked his phone in hopes of an update. When there was no sign of you even there, he groaned and texted Jihoon to let him know – the man was his only friend in this building besides you.
The clock dragged on.
3 am – nothing.
4 am – nothing but it appeared that Jihoon had fallen asleep in spite of Soonyoung’s panic.
5 am. He heard a rustle at the door.
At first he paid it no mind, assuming it was Seungkwan and Bookkeu going for their morning walk. But his half-asleep brain kicked right into gear when he heard the sound of keys against the lock – against your lock.
Without a second to lose, he jumped up – a little sore from sitting on the ground all night.
He just about cried when he opened the door to find you there. “Where were you?! It’s 5 in the morning!”
You could only whine in response, all of your energy going into staying even somewhat upright. It took Soonyoung a moment to realise your distress, but once he did, he flew right into action.
“Wait,” he gasped as he helped you inside, “you’re bleeding?!”
“Just a little,” you told him and sat on the chair he promptly pulled out for you. “It’s fine.”
Soonyoung looked ready to scream when you told him that. But he must’ve realised that was a dumb idea because he squeezed his eyes shut, took a deep breath, and then mumbled under his breath, “I’m so killing you after this, I swear to god–” He ran towards the bathroom all while still grumbling, “Where’s that stupid first aid kit? Under the sink?”
You could only grit your teeth and fight the urge to cry. You weren’t one to cry – crying meant weakness and Soonyoung had seen you at your weakest two more times than you would have liked.
“Why didn’t you go to the hospital? What if you die?” he scolded you once he emerged from the dimly lit bathroom with a familiar red bag.
He placed it onto the counter next to you and prompted you to lift your shirt enough to show him the wound. You shook your head and pushed him away before reaching for the bag yourself. With practised grace, you pulled out the disinfectant and bandages. “Don’t come any closer.”
“I just want to help–”
“You’ll get nightmares,” you interrupted him while doing everything you could to not cry out when the disinfectant touched your skin. After letting out a muffled hiss, you looked up to still find him there, staring like he couldn’t look away. You rolled your eyes at the sight. “Soonyoung. I’m serious. I can do this myself.”
He seemed almost sad at the mention. “Yeah, but… Just because you can doesn’t mean you should have to.”
You sighed and continued to clean the blood. “Just let me be.”
“What happened to you?” he eventually asked your most feared question. You didn’t dare open your mouth to answer. Yet, he pressed on, his voice rising a little with each passing question. “Who was it? Was it that someone you had to meet? What did they do to you?” When you still didn’t dare answer, he scoffed and his worry grew into anger. “I asked who did this to you?!”
You gulped. “An old… acquaintance.”
“Acquaintance?”
It was then that you realised that he wouldn’t leave you alone before he got the full story. You didn’t like that idea one bit. “Soonyoung, you don’t need to know any more. Just leave it.”
He rolled his eyes and clenched his teeth. “Let me get this straight: you think I should watch my roommate– no, my closest friend walk in, blood all over them, at the dead of the night – hell, it’s morning! – and just leave it?” He just about laughed at the idea. “You won’t let me tend to your wounds, so at least tell me what happened. You owe me that much.”
A deep breath – painful due to your injuries – and a sigh. You hesitantly began, “I used to hang out with some… horrible people. I didn’t like to, but I didn’t have a lot of better options around. So, I became a horrible person too.”
“You were in a gang?” His eyes widened before he looked away, as if he was ashamed of even knowing you. At least so you assumed – it was a look you were accustomed to, at least. But when he looked back at you, his eyes were brimming with tears. “They came to get back at you for something, didn’t they?”
You cringed. “I may have stolen some of their cash and… told on them to the police in exchange for a new start.”
Soonyoung wasn’t the smartest guy in town, or even the building, but it appears he was smarter than you. “You didn’t think one of those bad guys would find out and come to get back at you? Didn’t even consider it?”
“Not really, no.” You refused to actually admit that you were that dumb just a few months ago. At least you refused to admit it directly. “I guess I was just foolishly hopeful.”
He let out a deep sigh, his arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the counter, staring up at the ceiling to blink back the tears of both rage and sorrow he felt for you.
Silence once again filled the room as the two of you stood there, one cleaning their wounds and the other thinking thoughts unknown to the other. Finally, after what felt like forever, once you had wrapped the bandages around your abdomen and arm, Soonyoung looked at you again.
The tears were gone and a glint of fire burned in his eyes instead. His voice was uncharacteristically cold as he uttered, “They won’t touch a hair on your body again. I’ll make sure of it.”
You blinked in confusion. “How exactly?”
He didn’t offer another word of explanation. Instead, he sighed and glanced at the clock before rubbing his eyes and yawning. He offered you a narrow-eyed stare and an accusatory pointed finger. “You’re not coming to work tomorrow.”
“What?”
“You heard me. You’re taking a sick day, maybe a week. I’ll talk to Mina about it, don’t worry,” he told you, his voice still low and even before he made his way to the bedroom. You followed soon after.
“We need the money though,” you argued all the while trying hide your limp.
He turned around to offer a pointed stare. “You’re hurt.”
“I’m fine–”
His voice rose again, “Did you forget the part where you almost died?!” He took a calming breath, closing his eyes before adding in a whisper, “You’re staying home and that’s final.”
You didn’t dare argue.
Though you were anxious of what was yet to come, of how your relationship with Soonyoung would go on, it appeared your exhaustion won. The bed had never felt so comfortable and safe, if a little cold without his arms around you this time.
In fact, he made a conscious effort to remain on his side of the bed this time, barely willing to graze against you as the two of you slept.
But when the morning finally came, even through your sleep, you felt a hand softly brushing over your cheeks and soft murmurs of promises you would forget by the time you woke up.
You spent the next day home, alone. It was lonely and cold without Soonyoung around as his presence had largely made up for the lack of decorations and home-like feeling in the apartment.
When he didn’t as much as spare you a second glance in the morning, you first worried your secrecy had enraged him to a point of silence and the ruins of your friendship.
You spent half the day in bed, contemplating if you could really face the day when you had managed to frustrate him so. The other half of the day was spent aimlessly walking in circles around the apartment, looking for anything to do to distract you from your worries.
You found yourself glancing at your phone in hopes of a new message from him, of any sign he thought about you at all.
Fortunately, Soonyoung proved your fear wrong when he returned from work with a bright-eyed smile and a take-away bag of pastries from the café. “Hey! How are you feeling today?”
Just hearing his voice made you soft inside on this day. Without a second of hesitation, you ran over (the best you could with your limp) and pulled him into a hug. He was taken off-guard by your sudden affection, almost to the point of dropping the bag of pastries he’d brought.
When you didn’t utter a single word, his smile morphed into a pout and his hand reached up to rub your back. His voice softened. “Are you okay?”
You nodded. Finally, you found your voice. “I thought you were mad at me.”
“Mad at you?” He opened his mouth to argue but soon realised that he was, in fact, just a little bit upset with you. “Well, I’m not going to let you be miserable just because I’m a little upset with you. Speaking of which, I bought you some–”
“Just hold me now. Let it be,” you whispered and leaned further into his embrace. He couldn’t find it in himself to protest.
So he just held you, right there in the front hall, still fully dressed in his coat and boots.
“Soonyoung,” you then started, “about yesterday…”
“You don’t need to apologise.”
“It’s not that. I just want you to know,” you leaned back to look at him, “you don’t have to worry about the guys who hurt me.”
His brows rose. “What do you mean? Of course I have to worry about them! They hurt you and you just want me to forget about that? We should report them to the authorities not–”
“I don’t think you understand,” you laughed a little, though there was little humour in the sound. “Soonyoung, we don’t have to worry about them anymore. They got what they wanted and, believe me, they fear me more than I fear them now. I walked out pretty unscathed compared to some of them.”
Soonyoung opened his mouth to inquire some more but remained silent. “I… don’t think I needed to know that. But,” he sighed out in relief, “I guess that means I don’t have to ask for a favour from a friend of mine after all.”
Your eyes narrowed. “What kind of friend?”
“... The head prosecutor of this part of the country.”
“You–” Your jaw dropped. “You know the head prosecutor?”
“I know a lot of people,” he admitted with a shy laugh, stepping back out of your embrace to sheepishly scratch the back of his head. “Didn’t I tell you?”
“What kind of people?”
“Powerful ones.” Your silence prompted him to add some examples. “The prime minister, some people in the state secretary… The president.”
It strangely made sense now that you thought of it. He did tend to dress a little too formal. He was impeccably polite. And yet he seemed to lack any understanding of the most trivial things.
“You come from old money, don’t you?” you eventually realised. “You’re one of those Kwons.”
“Those Kwons?” he wondered.
You smiled as the pieces fit further together, forming the perfect picture you had been to close to fully see. “One of the richest families in Korea. You’re an heir to a billion-dollar fortune, Soonyoung. I kept wondering why your name rang so familiar.”
He grimaced. “Yeah, I guess I haven’t done a very good job of hiding.”
“But why are you here then?” you asked, tilting your head. “You’re rich, you’re practically famous. Why this dump? Why me?”
“That– That is a story for another day,” he sighed and took off his coat, toed off his shoes, and walked into the apartment.
But just like he had been the day before, you decided to keep pushing. “Soonyoung.”
And unlike you the day before, he cracked far more easily. “I was sick and tired of the way I was treated. I was practically a play doll for the company – I was whatever they wanted me to be, whenever they needed me to be. I never got to grow to be what I wanted.”
“Sounds exhausting.”
He laughed bitterly and slumped onto the sofa, you following right after, your hand reflexively coming up to rest on his shoulder. “You have no idea. I was a Kwon before I was Soonyoung. I was the property of the company before I was my father’s son. I had all the money in the world but none of the freedom to use it. I hated every second of it. So…” He sighed.
“You ran away.”
“Thought it was my only option. But I don’t think I realised how much more difficult life is without all the money and the contacts.”
“It’s okay,” you whispered and let him lean into your side, his head coming to rest on your shoulder. With the softest kiss on his forehead, you promised, “We’ll figure it all out together.”
The two of you sat in silence for a while, just taking in the situation and each other’s company. Now that neither of you had anything to hide anymore, a strange new sense of home filled the apartment.
The sofa was still just as creaky and hard as the day when you arrived, and the rooms were still hauntingly empty, but there was more than enough comfort for the two of you.
“So,” he started again, a little more cheerfully, “do you want macaroons? I bought some.”
You smiled. “I could go for something sweet, now that you mention it.”
“Sugar helps you heal faster,” he joked and poked your side, making you wince just a little, “and you need it more than I do.”
“Does that mean I get to eat extra macaroons?” you teased and he immediately gasped at the mention, wounded by your suggestion.
“After all I have done for you–”
“Just kidding, just kidding.”
Despite Soonyoung’s protests, you returned to work just one day later, even as you continued limping and wincing every time you moved.
Obviously, he kept on worrying and checking in on you at every chance. And there was nothing you could do about it.
It was both amusing and annoying to see him peek between the shelves every time he caught a break, as brief as it was. Each time, he’d offer a toothy smile and sometimes a candy he nicked from the break room.
“You know you have a job of your own, right?” you laughed when he returned to your side for the 20th time that day. “I bet there’s a queue forming at the register already.”
“Nah,” he waved away your concerns and leaned against the bookshelves to watch you, “rush hour’s done. We should be fine for half an hour at least. Besides, I’m more worried about you.”
“And you’ve chosen to spend that half hour bothering me just because of that? Any other reasons?”
“You’re pretty to look at.” No hesitation. Not even a waver in his voice. “I love spending time with you.”
You scoffed and hoped he wouldn’t notice how flustered he made you feel. “You don’t know a lot of people, do you?”
“No, but the people I do know are all wonderful. Like you. Oh, and did I tell you that I ordered a new sofa for us earlier?” He grinned proudly. “So you can rest better while you heal.”
“Can you two stop flirting?” Mina’s voice carried into the bookstore side of the building. “Soonyoung, you’re supposed to be helping me clean!”
His eyes widened at the mention. “Oh shoot.” He hesitated to return to his post, eyeing you in concern as you lightly leaned against the shelves after a movement that was too sudden. “Will you be okay?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Promise?”
“Soonyoung.”
“Fine, I’ll go. But when we get home, you’re not moving even an inch without my permission,” he threatened with a playful smile before kissing your cheek and rushing back to the counter.
You spent the next half hour in a daze — it was the first time he had kissed you at all.
From then on, you often wondered if you even deserved the affections of this man. He seemed far too great and perfect for you. Too wonderful and kind for the likes of you who used to make people’s lives hell for the fun of it.
But sometimes you thought maybe – maybe he was exactly what you deserved and needed: a broken yet cheerful man to mend your equally broken and lonely self. Maybe you were meant to heal each other.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” you asked him through a tired laugh as he frantically flipped through the instructions’ booklet. “Because it sure doesn’t look like it.”
“It’s a sofa,” he grumbled, “how hard could it possibly be?”
“You keep saying that but then it has also taken you like an hour to assemble even a third of it.”
He hummed in response, brows furrowed, too deep in the instructions to really listen.
You scoffed at the sight. It had been unbearably adorable just thirty minutes ago, but now? It had been well over an hour and the heating was acting up again. You were getting cold. Very, very cold.
But unfortunately Soonyoung had explicitly forbidden you from moving a single finger unless you wanted to extend your rest – a rule you had taken for a joke at first. But now an entire month had passed and Soonyoung had kept his promise: when you weren’t at work, you were on bedrest at home until he deemed you healthy again.
Thus, now wiser than a month ago, you remained seated on the old sofa, arms wrapped around yourself for warmth, and sighed. “Soonyoung…”
“Listen,” he sighed and looked up at you finally, “I am trying. This thing is more complicated than it looks.”
You pouted – a habit you picked up after living with this man for over two months now. “But I’m cold… ”
His pout matched yours immediately. “What can I do about that?”
“You could hand me a blanket?” you offered with a hopeful smile.
Soonyoung chuckled at your tone, his earlier frustration at the sofa disappearing immediately. He got up and headed to the bedroom, soon emerging with a warm blanket and a garment in hand. He placed both in your lap. “Here, a blanket and you can have my hoodie, too.”
“Your hoodie?” you wondered, picking up the item and eyeing it suspiciously. “Weren’t you wearing this just now?”
He shrugged. “Nice and warm for you, sweetheart.”
You shut up at the nickname, afraid that if you voiced another thought your voice would betray you. But your face must have betrayed you regardless.
“Gosh, you’re so cute!” he cooed just seconds later, squishing your cheeks together a little before pressing a kiss to your forehead as he now often found himself doing. It was as if his need for physical affection had doubled after you got injured.
You whined and shook out of his hold, pulling the blanket over your head to hide. “Stop calling me cute. I’m not cute.”
“You’re absolutely so cute.”
“I’m not.”
“The absolute cutest.” He continued squeezing you through your warm, cosy fortress made up of a single blanket. Thankfully, he soon let up, with a laugh, and returned to his spot on the ground where the pieces of the sofa lied.
“Okay, I can do this,” you heard him whisper to himself in encouragement. You quietly cheered him on from underneath the blanket, peeking out just a little to watch his adorable pout and furrow of brows return.
“Fuck…” you mumbled under your breath, blood running cold in fear despite your heart beating faster in adoration, “I think I might be in love.”
You had dreaded this day. Feared it. Had nightmares about it. But it had come and it was even worse than you imagined: you had finally fallen in love.
But love? Love meant being tied down. It meant being vulnerable and loyal. It meant being there for him when he needed you. But you weren’t sure you could offer that to him.
It was a terrifying realisation. You weren’t used to being tied down or attached to anyone. You had made more enemies than friends in your lifetime. Lovers? Never.
Then there was the issue of reciprocation: just because you were in love didn’t mean he had to be as well. And this was something you couldn’t bear.
You decided that a lonely heart was better than a broken one and distanced yourself in hopes of it being a passing fancy.
It started small. Short answers to his questions. Avoiding his eyes at work. Rolling as far away from him as you could in bed (a fruitless effort, as somehow you still woke up in his arms).
When he didn’t seem to notice, you escalated. Avoided him at all possible places. Took your breaks when he was too busy to join you. You even began sleeping on the new sofa under the pretence that the rising outside warmth was making the bedroom and his embrace too hot to sleep in.
Had you not been so preoccupied with your own feelings, you would’ve noticed the way his eyes shone less brightly and his smiles didn’t quite reach as high as they used to. He had noticed your distancing efforts, and he was heartbroken.
Still, you didn’t dare risk it. You didn’t want to get your heart broken when you were already the most fragile and vulnerable you had been in years.
“Okay, I have had enough of this,” Mina declared one day, stomping over to your section of the store to drag you to lunch. She practically threw your jacket at you before leading you to a café across the street. “Come on.”
After sitting down, you began to fear the worst. “So–”
“Why are you playing with Soonyoung’s feelings?” she interrupted, crossing her arms over her chest while glaring daggers at you. You paled at her sharp tone. “Is this a game to you?”
“Game? I’m not following–”
She scoffed out a laugh. “Not following?! Have you even looked at him this past week?”
“Sure I have.”
“Really? And you didn’t notice anything strange?”
“Strange as in?”
Her stern look dropped into something more akin to genuine concern. “You– You actually didn’t notice?”
“I have never been so confused in my entire life,” you confessed despite the little bell at the back of your head ringing to say that you knew exactly what she was talking about.
She relaxed in her seat and stared at you, wide-eyed. “I’m worried about both of you now, then. Listen,” she leaned forward to rest her elbows on the table, “I know I used to tease you about flirting all of the time and what-not, but… I miss hearing the two of you goofing off at work. Now it’s just dead-silent all the time.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Did something happen between the two of you?”
You hesitated.
“Come on, you can tell me,” she encouraged sweetly. “Maybe all you need is someone to listen to you.”
“I… I think I might love him,” you eventually whispered, breaking under her relentless stare, “and I don’t know if I’m ready for it. Or if I even deserve it.”
“Oh, honey…”
“He’s so sweet and he’s funny and caring and gives me his hoodies when I’m cold and he learnt to cook so I wouldn’t have to. And me– I’m just a wreck. I don’t deserve to love him.”
“But he loves you,” she whispered so sincerely you almost believed her. You shook your head at the thought, laughing at it almost, until she took your hand and repeated, “He loves you. And I think you’re the only one who hasn’t realised yet.”
“You read too many romance novels,” you told her with a sigh. “How could he ever love me?”
“I assume he thinks the same way about you,” she told you with a sympathetic smile. “You know, he talks about you a lot. I swear he could write a whole novel about you. So, why can’t you just love him back?”
“He doesn’t love me. Even if I love him. He can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because if he loves me, he’ll get hurt. He’ll find out that I’m more broken than I let on. He’ll get his heart broken and hate me for the rest of his life. I don’t want that to happen.”
“But,” she was close to tears, always a hopeless romantic at heart, “what if he’s your romance of a lifetime? What if he’s the one that’s meant to be with you?”
“What if we crash and burn?”
“But how do you know that you will if you won’t even give it a chance?”
You didn’t say anything else but her words echoed in your head for days to come.
Soonyoung was many things. Patient was not necessarily one of his qualities. In fact, he was rather short-tempered and he wasn’t afraid to admit it.
He let you be for a week – two even. He forced himself to be patient and calm and keep smiling even as you ignored him. He almost hit a breaking point when you picked up your blanket and pillow and left to sleep on the sofa, but still he told himself that you were going through a phase and you would come out of it a warmer person.
But then the third week began and you were colder than ever. He felt as if an ice wall had been built between the two of you. And frankly he was sick of it.
When the day came to a close, he gathered his courage and headed out the café door. As usual by now, you stayed behind at work a little longer under the guise of working overtime. And unlike usual, he stood there waiting for you outside the store.
About an hour passed and he was about to lose hope when you finally stepped out, clad in your hoodie. He jumped up from his spot on the sidewalk and ran to meet you. He didn’t bother to smile.
“Soonyoung,” you gasped in surprise and took a step back as if to hide. “What are you doing here? You should be back home. It’s late.”
“Strange,” he laughed humourlessly, “I was about to say the same about you.” He looked at you up and down once before sighing and shrugging off his jacket, despite your noises of protest. He placed it around your shoulders, adjusting it as he spoke, “Where’s your coat? It’s not even proper spring yet and you’re walking around like it’s summer.”
“I’m fine.”
He frowned and scoffed. “I’m not.”
“Why?”
“Because this is the first proper conversation we’ve had in three weeks,” he whispered, hand falling from your shoulder to your palm. “Did I do something wrong? Did I upset you? If you were so mad at me for making you rest, you should’ve just said so. I would’ve–”
“That’s why I didn’t say anything. Because if I told you that something was wrong, you would do anything to fix it. But you can’t fix this.”
“I can try.”
“I don’t want you to.”
He let go of your hand to run his fingers through his hair, tugging at it as he sighed, “Why not? Why won’t you let me help you?”
You felt your lip begin to wobble. “I don’t want you to get hurt because of me, Soonyoung.”
He frowned at your words. “Why would I get hurt?”
Why did he have to be so damn stubborn?
“Because I love you, and if you loved me, nothing good would come out of it! I’m not good enough for you!”
You felt a stray tear fall. Perhaps it was too late to hide now. Your voice wavered as much as your confidence did. Because even when you shouted at him, even when you broke his heart, he only looked at you as if you had set the stars in the sky to light his way home on this dark night.
“You’re making me feel things I never thought I could and it’s scary. You changed everything: the sun is suddenly brighter because it reminds me of you, the people I used to deal with regularly are suddenly scarier because I fear they’ll come for you, and I don’t know if it’s good or bad, whether I’m happy or sad. I’m a wreck, and I’m not good for you.”
“You think I don’t feel the same way about you?” he breathed out after a pause, close to tears himself. “Do you have any idea how selfish I used to be? I ran away from my family just because I wanted to prove myself. I’m not even disinherited, I still have access to all that money if I want it – but, instead, I made you live in that shell of an apartment with me because I was too damn proud to ask my parents for help. I’m not any better than you.”
While you reached up to wipe his tears, you gave in to the temptation to run your fingers through his hair: it had grown since you moved together. Blonde and spiky and short when you met, his hair was black and smooth now, almost reaching past his eyes. He looked like a different person all-together – more mature and sure of himself than before. You wondered if you did too.
“You say I changed everything for you,” he spoke softly, leaning his forehead against yours, “but you changed everything for me too. Please don’t take it all away from me now. These past three weeks have been like hell for me. Please make it stop…”
You couldn’t even find any other words to say. Perhaps you really were perfect for each other as Mina had said. Two broken pieces that fit together.
“Can I…” He took a deep breath before whispering, “Can I kiss you? Even if it’s just this once.”
You nodded. His lips found yours barely a moment later, soft and plush, filling you with a warmth you suddenly craved. The kiss was too brief for you liking you found and when he went to regretfully pull away, you pulled him right back.
The doubts you had, faded into nothingness, but the warmth of his embrace remained as his arms wrapped around your body. It was then that you decided to follow your heart instead of your mind.
“I was being dumb, wasn’t I?” you breathed out when the two of you stepped away from one another, arms still lingering. “I’m sorry.”
“You may be dumb, but I’m no better,” he whispered with a light laugh. “So, does this mean you’ll give me– give us a chance?”
You pressed your lips to his again instead of an answer.
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He whined and fell back into the mattress, letting it consume him whole. “Do we need to fix the other bedroom? We can just share this one.”
“Don’t you want your own space?” you wondered while picking your clothes for the day.
“Why would I?” He pouted. “Why would I need my own space when I could just be in yours?”
You groaned at that. Ever since you began dating, he’d been nothing short of affectionate: holding your hands at every chance, hugging, cuddling, kisses, pecks, head pats. And as much as you tried to hate it, it was hard to find it anything other than endearing.
“Okay, but if you don’t want your own bedroom–”
“Correct.”
“–then what should we do with our other bedroom?”
“... a room for our pets?”
“We don’t have any pets,” you told him with a laugh and sat down next to him to play with his hair (a gesture he greatly enjoyed). “All we have is that one houseplant Mina gave us.”
“I’ve been thinking about that, actually.” He sat up abruptly, eyes shining, a bright smile on his face. “We should get a dog.”
Your eyes narrowed. “Didn’t we have this conversation already?”
“Yes, but it was before we started smooching–”
“I hate that wording.”
“Romantically cuddling?”
“No.”
“Fine, you’re boring. It was before we started dating and I think we’ve grown a lot since then. We’re ready for a kid.”
It appeared your heart was made of soft cotton-candy rather than cold hard stone. You had eased up greatly in the past few months. And so, not even begrudgingly, you sighed and agreed, “We can get a dog.”
He lit up like the 4th of July. “Really?”
“Yes, but it has to be a dog we both like,” you compromised (or so you told yourself to not admit how easily you gave in to him).
“Then we have a reason to make the other room our pet room,” he declared and jumped to his feet. “Let’s get started.”
You laughed. “Now?”
“Yes, now. When else?”
“I don’t know. I’m too tired.” You emphasised your point with a theatrical yawn.
Soonyoung giggled at the sight of you slumping back in the bed and leaned down to press a single kiss to your lips. “Better?”
You pouted and shook your head.
Another kiss, followed by three more. You smiled now and sat up as he gently pulled you by the collar of your sweater.
“Great, then let’s eat some breakfast and get planning.” Leaving you standing in the middle of the bedroom, he walked out. Then he turned once again at the doorway and smiled brightly, as if an idea had struck him right there. “We should name our dog Tiger!”
“We’re not naming our dog Tiger.”
“What about our first-born child then?”
You raised a brow and followed after him. “Absolutely not.”
“You’re no fun.”
“And yet you love me.”
He sighed deeply. “I do love you.”
A/N: this fic took so long and i am so sorry. the next fic will hopefully be ready faster and it’ll be more fun to read <3
#seventeenweeklyarticle#seventeen x reader#kwon soonyoung#hoshi#seventeen scenarios#svt scenarios#seventeen angst#soonyoung x reader#hoshi x reader#soonyoung scenarios#.avy writes#series: serenity street 17 💙
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All Roads Lead to Love? - Chapter IV
cw: alcohol mention. melodramatic. Please see masterlist warnings.
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The highlight of your week is the fact that you get a single lead on your plan to manage little mister Minamoto based on a meta-analysis of management of children with time-bending quirks, and while it’s not exactly the same, it’s enough to give you hope that you won’t have to quell his uniqueness while keeping him safe.
Pleased with yourself, you practically prance out of the door of your apartment, excited to meet your friends for Sunday brunch. You’ve agreed that this would be a boyfriend-free zone, which has relieved you of the concern of Camilla and Akira having to lock eyes again any longer than necessary, although perhaps it’s safer keeping you away from Katsuki than anything. There were a few things you weren’t particularly excited to forgive him for, particularly when it comes to how comfortable he was bullying Izuku in high school and being generally rude, but Runa swears he isn’t all that bad, and you reluctantly believe her. Watching him behave on television also supports the idea of maturity settling in and he was polite at your last reunion so you’re not unwilling to bury the hatchet after all.
Your friends are chatting away, coffee and mimosas set at the table by the time you arrive.
“Hey!” Runa beams as you slip into the seat just beside her. Camilla blows you a kiss, and you recognize a floral blouse from your last excursion already on her, as well as the earrings that look suspiciously like the ones promoted heavily by a jewelry shop Mirio did an ad for recently.
“You started drinks without me,” you pout, but move on quickly, reaching for the menu before you. It’s an upscale place and quieter than you’re used to but are thankful for.
“If you show up on time, there’ll be nothing to complain about!” Runa teases. You give her a sharp look, but she’s too busy deciding on something childish you’ll make fun of her for ordering. Camilla’s first question is how your dates went, and you grimace.
“Great,” you answer.
“Just great?” she repeats. You give her another look - you’re giving a lot of looks right now - and she raises her hands in defeat, then glances at Runa. Runa’s complexion is already deepening in color as she melts and you sigh.
“Just say what you need to say,” you encourage her, and her eyes are practically watery.
“You mean it?” she asks.
“It’s not like if I say ‘don’t gush about Bakugou’ that’s gonna stop you in the next ten minutes so go ahead.” You say defeated.
Camilla and Runa both laugh, and Runa tells you all about her date last night. You think again to the picture she sent and the bleached blonde haired girl with Izuku.
As if she can read your mind, Runa slips in that Izuku’s date and him didn’t hit it off at all, despite you not asking in the slightest.
“I mean not everyone has to fall in love with him,” you reply flippantly, and Camilla raises an eyebrow.
“That’s funny coming from Miss In-Every-Lifetime-But-This-One.”
Your eyes widen and you look to Runa who giggles.
“You told her.” Your voice is venomous, right hand tight around a butter knife.
“You were going to tell her anyway, let’s be real.” Camilla replies. One part of you, deeply embarrassed and hot all over, wants to put her French toast up her nostril, the other, more sane part of you, realizes she’s right. Runa pats your shoulder.
“I mean I understand. It’d be nice to see what that kid sees in other universes for me,” she jokes.
“I hope your destiny is Mineta,” you hiss. She looks shocked and you feel righteously satisfied. Popping a powdered pancake bite in your mouth, you ask, “how is he anyway?”
…
Brunch is shorter than usual, roughly about an hour of chatter about work, other friends, and love lives, but Camilla checks her clock and says she has to leave abruptly once the clock strikes 1 pm. Runa glances at her, and her excuse is made up just as fast.
“I forgot to feed my cat.”
You tilt your head at the both of them, but they’re hurrying up, and you’re kind enough to offer to foot the bill and get your money back from them later eventually. Camilla takes Runa’s hand quickly and ushers her out, and you give both of them a dumbfounded look but you receive a text message that distracts you while you wave them off, waiting for the waiter.
Movie tonight?
Akira follows it up with a kissing dog emoji, and you snort through your nose. He hadn’t really apologized after your mini spat, and hadn’t replied to your good night text. This is presented as a peace offering, which makes you sigh. There’s no real reason to be mad at him however, so you choose to let it go, but you’re not ready to answer his text yet.
The waitress returns with another steaming cup of coffee instead of the check, which surprises you.
“Oh, I actually didn’t order this drink-” you start but she looks confused, and you decide to laugh it off instead, nervous. You figure Camilla probably ordered something and accidentally forgot about it. Now forced to drink it as the waitress clears your other dishes, your mind drifts to your tenuous relationship and then, again your clones.
Don’t let us convince you how to feel.
Don’t let momentum steer you in the wrong direction.
You let out a sigh.
When you look up, just like at the grocery store, just like at the open mic night, just like in your dreams a couple of nights ago, when the person chopping vegetables on your kitchen counter was not Akira, or another old fling, or even some random passerby in the street but Izuku, he is looking right at you again, surprised to meet eyes once again.
—
Your reaction is immediate and exaggerated.
The chair practically knocks over as you rise to your feet far too quickly, and Izuku is by your side too fast, unnaturally so, but you haven’t tipped over, and your coffee cup has rattled but hasn’t spilled.
“Hey, ___, are you okay-”
Your face turns to him and instead of shock, it’s anger. Your lower lip pulled between your teeth, eyebrows furrowed, annoyed, combative.
Izuku blinks. He didn't expect to see you here. All he had been told is that Runa wanted to meet him in person, for something, she didn’t specify what, but Katsuki had thought it wasn’t strange, and he was hoping just maybe that it was to help him out with you, and here you are, but here you’re clearly upset he’s around and…
“Why are you here?” you ask, the edge to your voice sharp as a knife. Your voice hasn’t raised, but it’s harsh; it’s not the you that politely avoids him, or nods disaffectedly to get him to stop talking to you. It’s direct, it’s mean.
He deflates.
“I… I was asked to come meet Runa here.”
You snort.
“Why won’t they fucking-”
You bite your lip again, and your nostrils flare, as you let your clenched fist drop by your side. Izuku doesn’t understand. What is it about him that you dislike so much that this scenario, him meeting you in a coffee shop after years of not speaking more than a few words, is simply unbearable to you?
“I, um… is she here?” Izuku asks. He’s taken a step back, and he’s looking around for his friend’s girlfriend and when you scoff, he turns back to look at you.
“Of course she isn’t here, did you really think-” you scoff again and cross your arms over your chest. Izuku’s eyes scan your closed posture, the fact that you’ve stopped looking at him, now looking away, barely noticing the glares and curious glances that you’re getting from other patrons now. You’re standing bone straight, planted and haven’t moved. He wants to ask you to sit, but it seems like that will only agitate you. You’re thinking about something, something distressing, he can tell, but he doesn’t know what.
“I-I’ll call her,” Izuku proposes. He pulls out his phone, but you’ve already grabbed your bag and are attempting to walk out the door. The waitress runs after you, yelling a “Miss, Miss, you forgot to pay,” which stops you in your tracks. He can see that you’re embarrassed now as you rummage through your purse, and Runa’s not picking up. He walks over, and offers.
“Hey, whatever the tab is, I can take care-”
“No.”
Your voice is forceful and he naturally recoils. Again, that natural aversion to him that comes on so suddenly so naturally. He can’t remember the last time someone disliked him so much, not since he was in middle school and Katsuki wouldn’t let him breathe. He can feel his ears warm and his heart race as you pass a credit card to the waitress, who immediately leaves the scene sensing the tension.
Izuku tries again.
“Hey, I wasn’t trying to undermine you or anything but-”
Your eyes move to him again, and for the first time, you speak truthfully, the vitriol you’ve been holding in, festering for how many years, you can barely count, pouring out all at once.
“You need to get used to people not liking you.”
Izuku looks like he’s been hit, but the dam has broken, and you can’t hold it in anymore.
“I’ve been perfectly polite and cordial to you. I don’t know why you keep showing up. Stop being nice to me and leave me alone. I have a boyfriend and I’m not interested in making new friends. Please leave me be, no matter what my friends think.” Your words are whispered in semi-hushed tones and harsh, and the message harsher.
Izuku swallows hard, made pale, his heart pounding in his chest. Rejection hurts, but something about this feels different, as though he has been told no before knowing how to form the question correctly. He hasn’t asked you for anything all these years, not much more than acknowledgement, and it’s true - you have given him that, you’ve been nothing but kind and cordial, just disinterested. The measure of a man is his ability to accept a no graciously. Izuku can do that. He can accept this shouted plea to disappear from your sight even if he doesn’t truly understand it.
He has never understood you. He’s always wanted to, but perhaps the truth is that he can’t.
Izuku pulls at the collar of his shirt. He’s looking around, and you’ve had the kindness to not yell but eyes are on him again.
Izuku Midoriya, number one Pro Hero and Japan’s symbol of hope, being told to fuck off forever. He takes in a deep breath, fighting the urge to cry, unsure of why he’s so emotional these days, and why when he looks at your eyes specifically, he feels as though he’s being appraised for everything he’s worth.
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
This breaks your heart. As Izuku turns to leave, you are already regretting your outburst, a lump now in your throat. You can remember every one of your love stories, seeing it written in the fabric hanging off his back for a moment and your head begins to spin.
You’re not following the script. There is no script. You have a boyfriend. You are happy. You don’t need him. You don’t even want him.
Your clones are happy, but you are happy. The waitress returns and asks you to sign the check. Izuku sits at your table, and calls Runa again, and you depart.
—
Runa still doesn’t pick up.
Izuku’s so wired he’s practically sweating, and he can’t remember the last time he’s been set ablaze with embarrassment and even his last battle didn’t have his heart racing like this.
She said no. She doesn’t want anything to do with you. People are allowed to dislike you, he repeats to himself over and over again, but it’s one thing to receive hate from anonymous commenters on online forums, or have an angry citizen spit in your face - it’s another entirely to have your longstanding high school crush reduce you to nothing in a room full of people.
People are staring at him, and it’s not unusual, but he has to leave. If someone were to ask him for an autograph right now, he just might implode into himself.
Taking a deep breath in, he licks his wounds figuratively as he’s well-practiced over years. There will be other women, even if it won’t be you. After all, perhaps this is a rebound and splitting with Ochaco hurts him more than he thinks he does. How unfair of him to redirect unresolved feelings onto you, who are no longer much more than a stranger to him?
Izuku leaves the restaurant and can still see you, arms crossed as you wait for something, a taxi perhaps, and watches you for a moment. Your hands rub the side of your arms for comfort and while again, you’re mostly perfectly still, he can practically sense the unease wafting from your body.
He’s the pushiest person he knows, but he knows better than to scare you. He should leave, and yet he remains transfixed in place, his heart pounding as he decides how to salvage the situation.
It cannot be as simple as you having hated him all these years. He must have done something. He remembers a cheerful you, eager to hear whatever he had to say, excited to study his Quirk, playfully messing up his unruly hair, until suddenly you weren’t. After the meta war, you’d squeezed his hand and whispered a word of thanks when his body still hurt so much, days into recovery at the hospital, that he could barely feel or hear you, and then something changed.
You sigh and murmur something under your breath, and he tunes in, concentrating all his might to hear even the faintest of clues in your voice.
“I’m going crazy. He didn’t deserve that.”
He didn’t deserve it, but Izuku is willing to bear it. For you.
—
“___.”
Your heart skips a beat and half as you jump, then turn towards him. Stomach sinking deep, you remind yourself that you should have gotten further away, rather than hover right outside of the place you behaved poorly, but your mind was too full of thoughts that once the fresh air hit your face, you’d slowed down and let yourself recover.
“I’m sorry,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth before he can say anything else, and then you look away, embarrassment overtaking your ability to look him in the eye.
Izuku has his hands raised in peace as he approaches, and it’s practically ridiculous. There’s nothing you can do to hurt him, not in a million years, and you want to ask him to put his hands down, yet he has the right to protect himself the way he sees fit, you’ve only been hostile to him so far after all.
“I feel like I’m overstepping here,” he starts, and you slowly shake your head, biting your lip, “but whatever… this is, it feels like more than indifference.”
Your eyes shift back to him, and he’s looking straight at you, and you finally register what he looks like in his entirety today. He’s dressed nicely but casually in a striped button-down and corduroy pants, as though he were joining you on brunch too, a welcome change from seeing him in his Hero suit or in a business suit for interviews. You can see a tiny bit of hair wax poorly distributed in a front lock you want so badly to fix and the deep concern for you drawn on his handsome features.
One of your greatest vices and virtues in life is your attention to detail.
You want to lie and say it’s nothing more than just a bad day, but your throat is suddenly dry. The sound of the cars passing and people bustling through the street going on with their lives continues to fill your ears, but seems to slow as you think.
There are five worlds where you’re far from indifferent to him. Where he is your everything.
“How did I wrong you? I’ll apologize and make it right.”
And what would that lead to? You think of the ring on Red’s finger, the poorly-hidden baby bump Salty sported. You think of the affection with which your clones spoke of him, and then you think of Akira.
You promised Akira he had nothing to worry about.
“You’ve done nothing, I just… My boyfriend gets uncomfortable when I talk to… Heroes.”
Izuku blinks for a moment, and you can see him exhale with his whole body, keeping his emotions in check.
“... okay.”
He won’t argue with you about it, no matter how much it aggravates him.
The lame excuse has an awful aftertaste, bitter on your tongue. The very implication that you’d stop talking to him because of a man is embarrassing enough, the fact that he won’t even bother arguing about it is somehow worse.
There is another pause where the two of you stand, and you make a terrible decision.
“There’s a good reason,” you add, finally. Izuku gives you a look and again your cheeks warm but you decide to push through. In a world of Quirks that literally bend the laws of physics, it’s not unreasonable for you to explain a disaster like this in the most clinical way possible.
“You have to keep an open mind.”
Izuku nods and for a moment, his soft demeanor disarms you. Your heart has stopped racing, and you look for the nearest coffee shop.
“Let’s sit down somewhere and I’ll explain. I have a lot to tell you.”
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Hellooooo, for the lovers of kenpachi and shunsui, can we get a series of few headcanons on how he attracted her crush. How he would try to win her over. How would he flirt, react et.? thank you so much!
God, absolutely!!! To be honest with you, I’ve been constantly daydreaming about Shunsui trying to win over his crush (aka my bleach oc) so I’m really pleased to share them with you guys👀👀 as for Kenny, you’re all making me develop some feelings with this wave of Kenny requests. Anyway, I sincerely hope you’ll enjoy this!!!!!! I'm not sure this is what you wanted 🥹🥹
Trying to win over their crushes with Kyoraku Shunsui, Zaraki Kenpachi
Tags: flirting, just a lot of fluff
Kyoraku Shunsui
Shunsui knows how to play his cards, given his years of experience. However, he's not at the age of "playing around" anymore, he wants you so he'll be serious about it. No tricks, maybe only tiny tricks
His plan consists of a few steps which he doesn't necessarily follow faithfully, but they're rather a base for him to work around.
Every time he notices your presence, he’ll come right at you, striking a brand new conversation. He’ll often ask you about yourself, needing to know more about you, and the more you tell him, the more he is drawn to you.
He’ll often invite you to drink with him, sometimes with others along, but other times being just the two of you. Those times are amazing because god, his humor and dramatic demeanor are increased.
Booze also tends to make him so much softer than usual, and he doesn't mind it. He feels good like that around you, as long as it doesn't provoke any discomfort.
He’s very careful with you, noticing whenever something is troubling you. This makes him a little too insistent to know what’s wrong to help you, but when you make it clear he’s pushing it, he understands and allows you to cool. After all, he may like you to the moon and back, and you don't owe him any explanations, but the way he genuinely apologizes for his mistake warms you.
He simply does so many tiny gestures which mean a lot to you, but they’re all out of genuineness. He wants to subtly point out what he's willing to do for you.
When he notices you’re much warmer to him, he believes it’s the right time to unleash everything he’s been meaning to do to you. Also, make stupid tiny teases that cause you to blush, but he'll act all innocent and unaware of the effect of his words.
One evening, there he is, at your door. He came to invite you to a nice walk down the river, and as you two are on your way, there’s a tiny field of flowers. He stops to admire them, but his quietness worries you a little. You don’t even get to ask what’s going on when he lifts himself, holding a flower.
“Look at its beauty.” He exclaims, gently holding it between his fingers. But right when you mean to agree with him, he places it behind your ear. You watch him with widened eyes, wholly stunned by his move. There’s a soft pink hue over your cheeks but that’s fine, you don’t have to say anything, you’re good like that.
he takes notice of you slowly changing your behavior around him, and it makes him make more subtle moves on you
But the finishing move is when you're waiting for him to join you in drinking, and a creepy dude won't leave your table alone.
you suddenly notice the shadowy figure of Shunsui, towering over the unknown man. He doesn’t do anything, just glares intently with partly wide-opened eyes. It's the hint of displeasure in them that leaves you with a lack of words.
“What’s so hard to understand when a fair lady tells you to beat it.” The rough tone in his voice sends shivers down your spine but brings a sense of safety.
that moment will mark you forever because now you can't stop thinking about him for days, and at some point, you do realize you're in deep shit. You like him, A LOT
you think about confessing your love, and once you're brave enough and invite him to join you on a midnight walk, you don't even have to tell him you like him. He reads it all over your face, your emotions, your fiddling fingers.
it's the green light for him to ask you to be his beloved
Zaraki Kenpachi
Kenpachi doesn't really bother to think of ways to win you over. He just does what he feels.
This includes him asking you to train often times which is a little random for you but you don't question it
other times, you might find yourself alone with him and despite his intimidating presence, he strikes up a conversation that's actually enjoyable. It takes you by surprise just how considerate and warm he can be
he is considerably nice to you? Not like, super visibly nice but you can tell by the tone of his voice and the way he speaks to you that he treats you differently
he doesn't scream at you and is weirdly patient? but you're so used to people being impatient with you that you question how much it'll take for him to burst.
yet when you address this thought, he straight up tells you he has no reason to do that and it just, makes you feel all warm and fuzzy whenever you see him
he's not flirtatious in a romantic way but will do gestures like holding you in his arms when you're hurt or in pain, carrying your stuff around for you, pat your head when you do something good which happens oftentimes.
These play an important role in making you fall for him because physical touch is a huge thing for you. It creates a bond between you and him and you can't imagine not having him around
during battles, even after sustaining the tiniest injury, he'll just appear out of thin air, protecting you at all costs, and oh boy the feeling of security he gives you. Add the sight of ripped-off clothes too and you might find yourself in an odd situation
right when you think you're over your sudden thoughts of him, you find yourself being listened to by him while you vent some problems you're going through.
he's actually a good listener
and even discusses your doubtful thoughts and offers advice which is a little helpful.
if you ask him to have some tea with you, he'll say yes because honestly, he just wants to do things with you and doesn't really care for what you wish to do
this doesn't mean he'll act cold or disinterested, no no, not at all
he may or may not bring you things you remind him of and will use that explanation to "why did you bring me this?"
that reason is enough for you to blush and he's quick to notice
starting from there, he'll make teasing remarks which you consider jokes but the more he makes them, the more they sound genuine
"he can't be for real, right??? pheww"
however, you kind of lose yourself in his taunting game and accidentally reply with a thought you've been having for several nights about him
the realization causes you to feel embarrassed and turn your head in the opposite direction so you don't have to watch his face, but instead, you can't see the wide grin holding all over his face
"say that again." the way he urges you makes your stomach clench but you can't quit anymore. you like him, and you're going to let him know that
tiny note: If you got this far, I hope this isn't far too overboard compared to the result you desire. Though, I did have a lot of fun making this
#bleach kenpachi#kenpachi zaraki#shunsui x reader#bleach#kyouraku shunsui#shunsui x y/n#shunsui x you#shunsui bleach#shunsui kyoraku#fluff#kenpachi x reader#kenpachi x y/n#bleach imagine#headcanon#i may have done this really early but the grip shunsui has on me pushed me to..
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"Be a lady they said. Your skirt is too short. Your shirt is too low. Your pants are too tight. Don’t show so much skin. Don’t show your thighs. Don’t show your breasts. Don’t show your midriff. Don’t show your cleavage. Don’t show your underwear. Don’t show your shoulders. Cover up. Leave something to the imagination. Dress modestly. Don’t be a temptress. Men can’t control themselves.
Men have needs. You look frumpy. Loosen up. Show some skin. Look sexy. Look hot. Don’t be so provocative. You’re asking for it. Wear black. Wear heels. You’re too dressed up. You’re too dressed down. Don’t wear those sweatpants; you look like you’ve let yourself go.
Be a lady they said. Don’t be too fat. Don’t be too thin. Don’t be too large. Don’t be too small. Eat up. Slim down. Stop eating so much. Don’t eat too fast. Order a salad. Don’t eat carbs. Skip dessert. You need to lose weight. Fit into that dress. Go on a diet. Watch what you eat. Eat celery. Chew gum. Drink lots of water. You have to fit into those jeans. God, you look like a skeleton. Why don’t you just eat? You look emaciated. You look sick. Eat a burger. Men like women with some meat on their bones. Be small. Be light. Be little. Be petite. Be feminine. Be a size zero. Be a double zero. Be nothing. Be less than nothing.
Be a lady they said. Remove your body hair. Shave your legs. Shave your armpits. Shave your bikini line. Wax your face. Wax your arms. Wax your eyebrows. Get rid of your mustache. Bleach this. Bleach that. Lighten your skin. Tan your skin. Eradicate your scars. Cover your stretch marks. Tighten your abs. Plump your lips. Botox your wrinkles. Lift your face. Tuck your tummy. Thin your thighs. Tone your calves. Perk up your boobs. Look natural. Be yourself. Be genuine. Be confident. You’re trying too hard. You look overdone. Men don’t like girls who try too hard.
Be a lady they said. Wear makeup. Prime your face. Conceal your blemishes. Contour your nose. Highlight your cheekbones. Line your lids. Fill in your brows. Lengthen your lashes. Color your lips. Powder, blush, bronze, highlight. Your hair is too short. Your hair is too long. Your ends are split. Highlight your hair. Your roots are showing. Dye your hair. Not blue, that looks unnatural. You’re going grey. You look so old. Look young. Look youthful. Look ageless. Don’t get old. Women don’t get old. Old is ugly. Men don’t like ugly.
Be a lady they said. Save yourself. Be pure. Be virginal. Don’t talk about sex. Don’t flirt. Don’t be a skank. Don’t be a whore. Don’t sleep around. Don’t lose your dignity. Don’t have sex with too many men. Don’t give yourself away. Men don’t like sluts. Don’t be a prude. Don’t be so up tight. Have a little fun. Smile more. Pleasure men. Be experienced. Be sexual. Be innocent. Be dirty. Be virginal. Be sexy. Be the cool girl. Don’t be like the other girls.
Be a lady they said. Don’t talk too loud. Don’t talk too much. Don’t take up space. Don’t sit like that. Don’t stand like that. Don’t be intimidating. Why are you so miserable? Don’t be a bitch. Don’t be so bossy. Don’t be assertive. Don’t overact. Don’t be so emotional. Don’t cry. Don’t yell. Don’t swear. Be passive. Be obedient. Endure the pain. Be pleasing. Don’t complain. Let him down easy. Boost his ego. Make him fall for you. Men want what they can’t have. Don’t give yourself away. Make him work for it. Men love the chase. Fold his clothes. Cook his dinner. Keep him happy. That’s a woman’s job. You’ll make a good wife some day. Take his last name. You hyphenated your name? Crazy feminist. Give him children. You don’t want children? You will some day. You’ll change your mind.
Be a lady they said. Don’t get raped. Protect yourself. Don’t drink too much. Don’t walk alone. Don’t go out too late. Don’t dress like that. Don’t show too much. Don’t get drunk. Don’t leave your drink. Have a buddy. Walk where it is well lit. Stay in the safe neighborhoods. Tell someone where you’re going. Bring pepper spray. Buy a rape whistle. Hold your keys like a weapon. Take a self-defense course. Check your trunk. Lock your doors. Don’t go out alone. Don’t make eye contact. Don’t bat your eyelashes. Don’t look easy. Don’t attract attention. Don’t work late. Don’t crack dirty jokes. Don’t smile at strangers. Don’t go out at night. Don’t trust anyone. Don’t say yes. Don’t say no.
Just “be a lady” they said."
Author- Camille Rainville who has a blog called Writings of a Furious Woman. ❤
https://writingsofafuriouswoman.wordpress.com/2017/12/09/be-a-lady-they-said/
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Fill Your Void With Open Thighs
Summary: Crowded or not, Luke doesn't care
A/N: You guys know the drill; NSFW 18+ because here, we like it spicy ;)
It’s another Luke drabble that was living rent free in my brain so I figured I'd share.
As always, my darling soul sister, @ken-dom, thank you for the beta read and endless support and reassurance! Although…I still think you’re biased. 🩷
Enjoy my loves!
He pulled you against him leaning to take a drink from the cup in your hand making you almost trip up the stairs. You pouted “Hey!”
He stopped on the stairs, took your face in his hands and kissed you passionately much to the dismay of the young couple coming up the steps behind you.
You spilled the popcorn with a giggle, your full hands not able to do much but keep everything from dropping to the floor.
You pried your lips from his with a laugh leaning into his shoulder.
“Luke, Jesus”
He pulled back with the smirk you fell in love with, his thumb wiping the smudge of red lipstick from your cheek.
Your cheeks flushed a deeper red under his scrutiny.
“Control yourself” you whispered with a smile as he took the drink from you, and you turned to climb the stairs to the top.
“Never” he breathed against your ear, his free hand sliding up the back of your skirt making you squeak with surprise, spilling more popcorn.
“Luke!” You whispered harshly, swatting his hand away as you sat in the farthest pair of chairs.
The theatre went dark and Luke's hand immediately found its way to your knee.
“Luke, no” you shook your head and he didn't hesitate in the slightest. You grabbed his hand, stopping it from creeping further up your thigh. “It's packed in here”
He leaned closer, his mouth attaching to your neck, sucking harshly, making you breathe a soft moan.
He hummed with approval, smiling against your neck.
The movie had started and you could care less about it; Luke's hand sliding up under your skirt, shamelessly with ease.
He pulled back with a moan, his fingers discovering your little surprise.
He chuckled softly, his mouth hot and hungry against your neck. “Good girl”
You pulled your bottom lip against your teeth fighting back a moan as you thrust your hips against his hand.
“Tell me what's going on”
You swallowed hard, turning to look at him breathing harder. “What?”
“The movie,” he smiled with a mischievous glint in his eye, even in the darkness. “Tell me about it”
“I…uh” you stammered trying to focus on anything but his fingers thrusting in and out of you, or his mouth sucking on your skin. “S-stuff”
He laughed coyly against your neck as you squeezed your knees closed around his hand.
He wedged your legs apart, knocking the bag of popcorn on the floor.
You watched as he slid from his seat, kicking the spilled popcorn out of his way.
“What are you-”
“Shh” he looked up at you with a wink.
He scooted you to the edge of your seat, pushing your knees apart as he ducked his head between your thighs making you gasp, gripping the arms of the seat.
He kissed the inside of your thighs, your fingers disappearing into his bleach blond mop of hair, your fingernails scraping against his scalp.
He moaned against your core, tonguing your clit. Making you jerk your hips forward with a moan, pulling his hair hard.
You spread your legs, wrapping them around his hunched form.
“G-god Luke, p-please” you begged
He was relentless. Sucking, licking and biting, bringing you closer to your orgasm. Your legs shuddered, one hand pulling on his hair, the other pressed hard into your mouth.
He lapped up everything you gave him as you moaned too loud.
You were certain it was drawing the attention of the people around you. Luke slid back into his seat licking his lips like he had just finished his favourite meal. Making the woman sitting next to him raise her eyebrows questioningly but she kept quiet.
He took your face in both hands, kissing you deeply, his tongue tasting like you.
You sucked on his bottom lip breathing against his mouth, your hand finding its way into his grass, oil stained jeans.
Your teeth scraped against his jaw, your lipstick leaving a red stained trail in its wake.
You breathed hard against his neck, his cock twitching in your hand. He groaned as you trapped his earlobe between your teeth, his release spilling over your hand and dripping to the floor.
You wiped your hand clean on the thigh of his jeans with a smirk. You had thought that would be enough, but you should have known better, Luke was insatiable.
Almost immediately after having tucked himself back into his jeans, leaving them unbuttoned of course, his slender tattooed fingers crept up under the hem of your baggy t-shirt. You gasped, grabbing your chest to keep from groping you any further.
“Lucas, please” you whispered through clenched teeth and this made him pull back with a raised eyebrow
“Lucas?” he repeated shaking his head
“Absolutely fucking not” he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear making you shiver “Besides, you’re the one who isn’t wearing a bra, what do you expect me to do?”
You pulled your bottom lip against your teeth with a small laugh as your grip on his hand under your shirt loosened slightly, his fingers immediately start tweaking your nipples making you gasp taking in a breath before you speak “Behave yourself”
His fingers were relentless, first one side, then the other. Your nipples going hard under the soft cotton of his t-shirt as you leaned into his shoulder, biting gently to muffle your cries.
“I am” he whispered against the shell of your ear “Just wait until we get home”
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— req,
i had a dream about this the other day and it's been on my mind every since, so now you get whatever this is (sorry in advance?)
reader has a playful love-hate relationship with one of the creepypastas. always bantering with each other and making inappropriate jokes to one another, trying to get under the others skin. one night though, they both decide to take it to the next level, hands almost always on each other, touching and feeling the other up. they're always very playful with each other so the others don't play much mind to it, but it sends (name) 's mind REELING and wanting for more. later that night after everyone's heading off, he scurries off to his room, slamming the door behind himself and getting in bed, shoving his hand into his pants as he turns and lies on his stomach, the bottom of his shirt in his mouth as he grinds into his hand, the other playing with his nipples. soft moans leave his mouth, whining at the thought to have other's hands on him again, to have anyone on him at this point. he's so needy and hot at this point that the sound of the door opening and closing again doesn't even register in his mind until he feels someone grinding up against his ass as he's grinding into the palm of his hand, bottom half of his shirt in mouth; completely vulnerable and open at this person's mercy.
this has been KILLING me. seriously myth, it's been consuming me whole since i've dreamt of it. honestly not even sure what i want in this one tbh. thigh grinding though 👀 maybe some praise kink cause ive been a good boy lately. ++ not too sure who i want this to be tbh?? masky n helen came to mind but hhhhhbgnfg. go crazy with this one please i BEG. thanks again myth <3 hope you're well btw!!
– 💤 anon
hehe
(Name) sniggered as Masky growled at him, his words pissing him off. (Name) couldn’t deny a part of him got off on pissing off the older male, the fact Masky could easily pick him up and launch him across the room if he really wanted to also spurred on (Name). He knew he was playing with fire at this point but he couldn’t stop. Every insult Masky hurled at him sent his blood coursing and stomach twisting.
“You’re such a cheap little whore.” Masky barged past (Name) as the smallers laugh echoed through the halls, chasing him.
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(Name) wrinkled his nose at the sight of Masky, sat laying back on the sofa covered in blood. “I have to clean that.” (Name) growled out at he scowled at the lazing male. “Only thing you’re good for is being a little bitch.” (Name) huffed and barged through the kitchen door to grab some bleach and an old cloth.
He shoved Masky’s feet off the table and began trying to remove the crusted blood from the surface. “You look good on your knees too.” Masky teased, pressing his foot against (Names) back and shoving him against the table. “Hmm, look good like that too.” (Name) flushed and shoved himself up and away, glaring as he left the room. He tried his best to ignore the twinge in his cock, the feeling of Masky’s foot pressing against his back imprinted into his mind.
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(Name) wearily gazed at the bottle Masky held out to him, eyes searching him. Masky snorted and shook his head. “Fuckin take it. Sorry.” (Name) nodded and took a drink. “You trying to get me loose?” He chuckled as he gazed into brown eyes. “If i wanted you i would have you bent over that table right now.” Masky’s voice was flat and sounded like a promise, (Name) fought off the disappointment as he began drinking straight from the bottle.
(Name) choked as he pushed the bottle away from his mouth, Masky’s laugh booming in his ears. “Pussy.” (Name) could tell the larger was smirking despited his hazed gaze that swayed as he moved. “Fuck off.” He muttered as he made his way to the couch, flopping down onto it. (Names) mind swirled and he felt himself bounce as Masky threw himself down next to him, so close their legs were pressed together.
(Name) shook off the heat building in his stomach, hands rubbing his arms. “I uh, have stuff to do tomorrow i should sleep.” He mumbled out as he quickly got up and made his way to his room, the bulge in his jeans growing more noticeable.
(Name) wasn’t a big drinker but he’d chugged more then he should have. Part of him hoped it would shake the imagine of Masky bending him over, unfortunately his thoughts just got more creative. (Names) body felt like it was on fire once he finally made it to his door, yanking his jeans down as he barged through the door.
(Name) dropped onto the edge of his bed as his hand slid down his jeans, wrapping around his cock. He whined as he fisted his cock, it didn’t feel like enough this time. He bit his lip as he tried to imagine it was Masky’s hand, he shoved the bottom of his shirt into his mouth, head falling back as his hand began playing with one of his nipples. Desperate whines fell from (Names) lips as he bucked into his hand. A sudden moan left him as he felt someone grind against his ass, eyes widening as he soaked his shirt in drool. “You really are a slut, probably didn’t even need the drink in you.” Masky’s voice was deep and dominant, sending shivers running through (Names) spine.
(Name) let out a surprised noise but before another thought could cross his mind Masky wrapped his arms around his waist, holding (Name) tight as he ground into his ass. Masky's mouth was hot against the back of his neck, shivers running through his body as Masky's hands groped at his body. "M-Masky." (Name) whimpered out, Masky stilling before gripping harder and rutting his hips. “Good boy, just like that.”
Masky’s hand gripped his hair, pulling his head back and quickly attached his lips to (Names) neck. Masky relished in each moan he drew from (Name), hands quickly making their way across his body. (Name) could barley comprehend any thought as Masky’s mouth bit into his neck while grinding his hips into (Name).
(Name) felt like the oxygen had been ripped from his lungs, the searing heat of Masky’s mouth driving him insane. The way Masky’s hands ripped down his bottoms had his mind spinning, Masky’s warm hands spreading his ass. Masky’s thumb rubbed against his hole and whines flew threw his lips, pushing himself back onto the finger. “Please.” (Name) begged in an airy voice, Masky chuckling at his antics.
“Maybe i can fuck that attitude out of you.” (Name) didn’t have to see his face to know he was smirking, (Name) heard a wet pop before Masky slid a finger into him. A choked moan drawing out as (Name) bit his lip and pushed himself against Masky’s finger, the slide of Masky’s digit making him quiver.
“Pl-please.” (Name) begged as Masky began fingering him, quick to slide a second digit into him. “F-fuck, Masky.” (Name) moaned out as Masky began scissoring him and stretching him open.
“Fuck, such a whore.” Masky groaned out, unable to take his eyes off of (Name). Masky impatiently pulled his fingers out, grabbing (Name) and pulling him so he was sat on Masky’s lap. “I need to be in you i cant wait.” Masky mumbled out as he pushed himself into (Names) hole, relishing in the loud moan of pain that left him.
“Such a pretty boy, should’ve done this earlier.” Masky’s voice was airy, the feeling of (Names) tight hole enveloping his cock and driving him mad. (Name) moaned loudly with every bounce on Masky’s cock, the larger males hands helping him. Masky’s hand suddenly slapped against his ass, causing him to yelp as a stinging sensation filled his ass.
“G-god Masky, pleasee.” (Name) drawled out as pleasure filled his mind, the feeling of Masky’s cock slamming into him was delicious. With every slide of Masky’s cock his prostate was hit, leaving him a drooling begging mess.
“Look so pretty stuffed with my cock.” Masky growled out as his thrusts sped up, slamming as deep and quick as he could. “You better not act like this with anyone.” Masky’s voice was possessive, speeding up his thrusts so fast (Name) thought Masky might actually throw his back out.
“P-promise! No one else.” (Name) choked out between moans as pleasure filled every inch of his body, tightening himself around Masky and relishing in his deep moans. “Gonna fill you up pretty boy.” (Names) mind blanked, begging as he ground himself back onto Masky.
(Name) couldn’t think, his orgasm fast approaching. A loud scream was torn from his throat, eyes rolling as he shot cum up his own stomach. Masky growled out as he felt (Name) tighten around him, slamming himself fast and deep as his own orgasm took over his mind. He shot his cum as deep as he could, nails digging into (Names) sides and leaving crescent moons behind.
They both flopped down onto the bed, Masky crushing (Name) for a moment as their sweaty bodies lay there huffing and panting. “We’re doing this again.” Masky murmured as he rolled over, wrapping his sweaty arms around (Name).
#masky marble hornets#masky x malereader#masky x male!reader#masky x male reader#masky x reader#creepypasta x malereader#creepypasta x male!reader#creepypasta x male reader#creepypasta x reader#creepy pasta#creepy pasta x malereader#creepy pasta x male reader#creepy pasta x male!reader#creepy pasta x reader#myfic
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Omgggggg im so excitded to hear your thoughts Mello 4 or 3 Near 9 or 13 or whichever you prefer i also just like to hear you talk🥺
I know these are supposed to be silly and quick I just have too many thoughts and I wanted to do all of them instead of one or the other *__*
3. Mello-Drinking Headcanon
I think Mello doesn't drink much on his own. Like he's not the type to just drink at home by himself (unless he's REALLY going through something) but when he's out on the town he will. And because of it I actually think he would be a total lightweight. And he just starts rambling like CRAZY when he's drunk. The guys in his gang never mention it the next morning because they're too scared to lose a finger, but Mello seems to have a lot of things he really hates??? Like SUPER specific seemingly unrelated things that he will just go on and on about. Like when their waiter had bleached silver-white hair he went on a 30 minute tirade about how people with white hair just think they're so special and pretty and they how they need to be put in their place. Or when the bar they go to has giant jenga and he loses so badly he goes on a tare about how anyone that is good at board games and puzzles are actually just big dumb idiots.
4. Mello-Angry headcanon
This one stumped me a bit because I feel like we see Mello angry so often in canon that it's hard to think of a headcanon for it. But the more I thought about it I realized that it's a big headcanon of mine that Mello fixates about things he gets angry about. Like even if he feels less angry after the fact he cannot stop thinking about it, even if it's to think about how stupid he was about getting angry in the first place. This will only take place in his head though, he will absolutely not be telling anyone that he is thinking he could ever be wrong.
9.Near-Childhood headcanon
I think when Near came to Wammy's he was VERY little. I don't have much of a headcanon about his birth family since I also think he has almost no memory of them, just flashes here and there that are more sense memories. Though I do headcanon him as half Korean and half Dutch (doesn't work super well with the entomology of the surname River, but fuck it we ball). When he's brought to Wammy's I usually think he's about 4-5 and non-verbal. He shows a lot of signs of heightened intelligence which is what lands him in Wammy's instead of a regular orphanage, but I think before they can figure out how to work with him, Near ends up having a lot of melt downs. With the way the orphanage handles things the other kids don't really see it but Near has a lot of screaming, crying fits before they find a reliable way for him to communicate.
13.Near-Sex headcanon
Idk if this will be a controversial headcanon but I think once Near has had sex a few times and becomes more comfortable with it after "solving the puzzle" of something new, he is absolutely insatiable and is the one initiates the most often. I really only see him with Mello so I always think that in a world where something happens between them and he gets to this point, the moment people leave the room and they're alone he gives Mello this look-
(Please excuse the quick crappy sketch)
and pounces on him. With just no regard to how soon people will be back. Truly he is a horny monster.
#sorry this took so long I just wanted it to be good and really answer each ;__;#I just wanted to do your asks justice#Near#Mello#death note brain rot
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Stan x Fem!Reader
(All characters are 18+)
Warning: Cheating, sex mentions, toxic relationships
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You sat on Stan’s couch looking at the floor waiting for him to say something. The air was thick and tensions were high. Something had definitely happened, sure Stan had sent you messages like that before but this time something was off.
Stan walked over and sat next to you, “Sorry for texting you like that I know you were probably with Wendy since yknow…” he sighed “Um well…fuck I’m sorry I just need you here with me” his hand ran through his bleached blond hair. Need. He needed you. “Stan-“ “I know I could have waited but so much shit has been going on and I had to be with you now” Stan slowly inched his face towards yours something you’d become used to anytime you came over but this time you couldn’t do it, you backed and pushed away slightly “Stan…” He stopped and backed away with a frown “What, did I do something wrong?” You shook your head and sighed “You can’t use sex to escape all your problems, why did you really tell me to come here?” You crossed your arms and he sighed.
Stan wasn’t the greatest at expressing his emotions usually closing up when upset or angry, at least before you came along.
The first night he came to you he and Wendy had a particularly rough break up. Stan had taken a bottle of whiskey from his father’s cabinet and was about to start drinking before his phone had buzzed in his pocket. It was a message from you, he would have never expected it honestly. He thought you probably hated him knowing how the other girls spoke about his after his break ups with Wendy, you just felt bad for the guy.
‘Hey I know you and Wendy had a bit of a rough break up but if you need to talk I’m here :)’
That message was the start of it all.
Crazy no?
That little message led to long passionate nights, needy touches, stolen kisses, hidden marks on each others bodies, and all while he kept going back to your best friend. It was laughable how quickly he got attached to you, he felt like he was a child experiencing his first crush all over again. You made him want to throw up in a good way with all the butterflies you gave him the moment you opened the door to your house that night. Now he sat on the couch barley able to look you in the eyes.
“Wendy almost found out and now Im fucking stressed” Stan’s hands balled up into fist “We had a whole screaming match when she saw one of your messages” Your eyes widen “Shit…” you mumbled. Wendy was sweet but she did have an extremely jealous side to her and when she was mad…she was mad. “Don’t worry I don’t have your name as your contact on my phone so she won’t go ballistic on you” “Not yet…” Stan put his hand on your back giving it a soft rub “You’re her best friend Y/N” You covered your face with your hands “Fuck I’m such a terrible friend…” In all honesty you mostly felt bad for Wendy, you didn’t regret what you did and that made you feel even worse. “Is that why you’ve been distant with her? Was it me?” He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look at you when he nodded. “I need to go” You got up as fast as you could and began to leave “See you…” “Y/N please!” Was the last thing you heard before walking out. You didn’t want to stay any longer, you probably would have broken down if you did.
You didn’t regret it but you sure as hell felt guilty. You just prayed Stan wouldn’t be at that party tomorrow.
*Buzz Buzz*
You check your phone, had it been going off like crazy all this time?
6 new messages from Bebs❤️
4 new messages from Wends💜
Fuck…
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"Be a lady they said. Your skirt is too short. Your shirt is too low. Your pants are too tight. Don’t show so much skin. Don’t show your thighs. Don’t show your breasts. Don’t show your midriff. Don’t show your cleavage. Don’t show your underwear. Don’t show your shoulders. Cover up. Leave something to the imagination. Dress modestly. Don’t be a temptress. Men can’t control themselves.
Men have needs. You look frumpy. Loosen up. Show some skin. Look sexy. Look hot. Don’t be so provocative. You’re asking for it. Wear black. Wear heels. You’re too dressed up. You’re too dressed down. Don’t wear those sweatpants; you look like you’ve let yourself go.
Be a lady they said. Don’t be too fat. Don’t be too thin. Don’t be too large. Don’t be too small. Eat up. Slim down. Stop eating so much. Don’t eat too fast. Order a salad. Don’t eat carbs. Skip dessert. You need to lose weight. Fit into that dress. Go on a diet. Watch what you eat. Eat celery. Chew gum. Drink lots of water. You have to fit into those jeans. God, you look like a skeleton. Why don’t you just eat? You look emaciated. You look sick. Eat a burger. Men like women with some meat on their bones. Be small. Be light. Be little. Be petite. Be feminine. Be a size zero. Be a double zero. Be nothing. Be less than nothing.
Be a lady they said. Remove your body hair. Shave your legs. Shave your armpits. Shave your bikini line. Wax your face. Wax your arms. Wax your eyebrows. Get rid of your mustache. Bleach this. Bleach that. Lighten your skin. Tan your skin. Eradicate your scars. Cover your stretch marks. Tighten your abs. Plump your lips. Botox your wrinkles. Lift your face. Tuck your tummy. Thin your thighs. Tone your calves. Perk up your boobs. Look natural. Be yourself. Be genuine. Be confident. You’re trying too hard. You look overdone. Men don’t like girls who try too hard.
Be a lady they said. Wear makeup. Prime your face. Conceal your blemishes. Contour your nose. Highlight your cheekbones. Line your lids. Fill in your brows. Lengthen your lashes. Color your lips. Powder, blush, bronze, highlight. Your hair is too short. Your hair is too long. Your ends are split. Highlight your hair. Your roots are showing. Dye your hair. Not blue, that looks unnatural. You’re going grey. You look so old. Look young. Look youthful. Look ageless. Don’t get old. Women don’t get old. Old is ugly. Men don’t like ugly.
Be a lady they said. Save yourself. Be pure. Be virginal. Don’t talk about sex. Don’t flirt. Don’t be a skank. Don’t be a whore. Don’t sleep around. Don’t lose your dignity. Don’t have sex with too many men. Don’t give yourself away. Men don’t like sluts. Don’t be a prude. Don’t be so up tight. Have a little fun. Smile more. Pleasure men. Be experienced. Be sexual. Be innocent. Be dirty. Be virginal. Be sexy. Be the cool girl. Don’t be like the other girls.
Be a lady they said. Don’t talk too loud. Don’t talk too much. Don’t take up space. Don’t sit like that. Don’t stand like that. Don’t be intimidating. Why are you so miserable? Don’t be a bitch. Don’t be so bossy. Don’t be assertive. Don’t overact. Don’t be so emotional. Don’t cry. Don’t yell. Don’t swear. Be passive. Be obedient. Endure the pain. Be pleasing. Don’t complain. Let him down easy. Boost his ego. Make him fall for you. Men want what they can’t have. Don’t give yourself away. Make him work for it. Men love the chase. Fold his clothes. Cook his dinner. Keep him happy. That’s a woman’s job. You’ll make a good wife some day. Take his last name. You hyphenated your name? Crazy feminist. Give him children. You don’t want children? You will some day. You’ll change your mind.
Be a lady they said. Don’t get raped. Protect yourself. Don’t drink too much. Don’t walk alone. Don’t go out too late. Don’t dress like that. Don’t show too much. Don’t get drunk. Don’t leave your drink. Have a buddy. Walk where it is well lit. Stay in the safe neighborhoods. Tell someone where you’re going. Bring pepper spray. Buy a rape whistle. Hold your keys like a weapon. Take a self-defense course. Check your trunk. Lock your doors. Don’t go out alone. Don’t make eye contact. Don’t bat your eyelashes. Don’t look easy. Don’t attract attention. Don’t work late. Don’t crack dirty jokes. Don’t smile at strangers. Don’t go out at night. Don’t trust anyone. Don’t say yes. Don’t say no.
Just “be a lady” they said."
Author- Camille Rainville who has a blog called Writings of a Furious Woman. ❤
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Just some thoughts I've had after I've had time to digest the newest mandela catalogue "episode" and rewatch some of the older videos. tldr at the end.
⚠️ Spoiler warning, obviously ⚠️
So, ever since it was revealed that Adam had been an alternate all along, I was curious as to how he was going to react. Never would I have guessed this.
Adam seems very emotionally distant from everything, this lack being explained by him being an alternate. So, my expectations of his reaction to this life changing news were more like Adam being disturbed, yes, but more motivated than anything to stop the alternates, not letting this stop him and instead proving that he's nothing like them.
What i wasn't expecting was....the screaming. The absolute terror and disgust of himself. And like many have pointed out, it appears he's tried to kill himself by drinking bleach (and possibly other things based on how messy his room is), which is why he's so thin and ill.
But why? Why is he trying to kill himself? Yeah, it's life changing, but he's never felt strongly about anything else as serious. Such as Jonah's death. In Vol. 4, when speaking of Jonah to Sarah, he was very nonchalant about it. Even stating how Jonah wasn't his friend and that he "doesn't have friends".
I think I know why.
After rewatching some of the past videos. This one made me think.
metaphysical awareness disorder.
Victims with this disorder get it by hearing information that isn't desired to be known. Information such as being an alternate your entire life unknowingly? 👀
One other thing about M.A.D. is that the majority of victims die from suicide.
And Adam is certainly...trying to kill himself, it seems.
I believe Adam has M.A.D. as a result of Volume 4. And if this is true, that means alternates can get M.A.D. which is interesting. Maybe this can be used against them? Maybe a way to stop them?
However, it's possible that Adam's case is a unique one, and no other alternates can get M.A.D.
Whatever the case is, it's just a thought that came to me, and I had to get my thoughts out. Thanks for reading and please tell me what you think :)
TLDR:
What if Adam got M.A.D. from learning he's an alternate? And that's why he appears to be trying to kill himself in mandela catalyst.
#mandela catalogue#mandela catalogue adam#adam murray#tmc#the mandela catalogue#mandela catalyst#can u tell adam consumes my every thought#im so normal#sniffshitpost
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How would the Sawyers comfort someone who’s been in a really bad depressive episode?
ooooh fun one (good to read over when it hits me)
« how the sawyers would comfort someone in a depressive episode (platonic) »
all platonic, no pairings, hurt/comfort, lowercase intended
bubba
more likely to sort of understand? i mean, they don’t get it, but she’s definitely the most empathetic.
would offer to do your makeup or show you fun clothes and masks
however, if he’s working, you’re kinda shit out of luck for any comfort.
you’d have to wait until they were less busy for any sort of sympathy.
because she can’t really speak and also has a bit of a hard time understanding social cues (down syndrome hc goin crazyyy) it might be a while before she picks up on it
i mean eventually he will, and he’ll try to help in the best way they can
but they’d likely be more of a pillow kinda guy for comfort
definitely takes more consideration into how she communicates (if thats the issue)
if its a living person, depending on how close you are, he might kill them, but i doubt it since he lacks bloodlust
however, like i mentioned, they’re a very pillow-person, just there if you need to sit down, hug someone, get it off your chest, see how you feel
if you’re at a point where you’re not showering or taking care of yourself, they’d start leaving your stuff closer (toothbrush, hair brush, expired ibuprofen, etc.)
but otherwise a bit clueless
but would definitely take you to collect flowers and pet the chickens if you’re in need of extra seratonin
nubbins
he’d be the SLOWEST to notice
like im so serious about that
it takes this man a WEEK to realize
“OHHHHHHHHH” when he does
very upfront and straightforward about figuring out and what he thinks
starts out like an annoying little brother about it
“don’t kill yourself lol” type shit
he’d try to be sympathetic for a bit but honestly doesn’t know what to do
he’d just take funny or pretty photos and come offer them to you
“yo do you want these”
he thinks that if it makes him happy it’ll make you happy so expect at least one dead animal, an oddly stalker-esc photo of you, and a single bone
he shows care through gifts that he enjoys and assumes other people will enjoy
but he’d offer to let you walk down roads with him for the sunlight or collect roadkill with him (sucks if ur squeamish)
if you stopped taking care of yourself, he wouldn’t be able to tell
he would just think that you’re like him
which only upsets him a little, because even if his head is in the clouds mostly, he can tell that it’s not very good to have his hygiene/coping habits???
he couldn’t tell you why it’s bad but he knows it’s not good
chop top/bobby
notices a bit quicker than nubbins
not by much, but by enough
also an annoying little shit about it, but sort of knows when to stop
he himself struggles with issues like this
but for the love of all you hold dear do NOT LET HIM ADVISE YOU ON COPING MECHANISMS
this man copes with alcohol, cocaine, weed, and drunk driving
and only one of those are okay
he’d offer to go out drinking with you or drop some acid, please do not do that
it’d be fine to go drinking ONCE but try not to develop his habits
otherwise he’d play a bunch of music in your room and info-dump about bands until you inevitably tell him you need to sleep
but he’d take his music with him so unless you’re okay with that he’d sleep on the floor
starfish position and all
he’s not sure what else to do honestly
but he’s there if you need to talk
he will not respond though (this also applies to nubbins)
if you stopped taking care of yourself, he’d start leaving old (stolen) bleach by your bed because he thinks it smells good
in his brain, item smells good -> person will start smelling good
please don’t allow this, but thank him for the sentiment
drayton
fastest to notice
he himself has them, but powers through them (not healthy dont do this)
because he was suppressed throughout his entire life and his heart was squashed
however, it still beats
he’d try to ease up on the insults and how he tells you to get to work, tries to be less loud and aggressive
but he will not take chores away, sorry, shits gotta get done in this house
he’d feel a bit of pity, but he’d never voice it openly
he’d just look at you very sadly (sad cat moment)
if you stopped caring for yourself, the most he’d do is offer you some food and a hose
why a hose? shower
he kind of knows that it’s important to stay clean when someone’s like this (he does this)
also when he’s using the hose on you, the twins join to run around like it’s a sprinkler, sometimes bubba if they have time
but that’s also a kind of forceful “get in the fucking water” (sorry if u got rabies L)
he’d tell bobby to get you something
too chickenshit to do it himself
also definitely lets you rant about whatever’s bothering you or just how you’re feeling, but if you get redundant and/or repetitive he will go on his old man shit
“back in my day—“
try to leave when that starts
but he’s definitely the most understanding
and he can only offer one thing that might help quickly
a blanket and a hot meal
might say something about it being a hassle when he’s hosing you down though (it’s not he just likes to complain)
also might mumble that you’re slacking but thats on impulse, he knows you’re not trying to
can u tell who my favorite is yet/hj
my apologies if i didn’t cover something, feel free to let me know and i’ll try to adjust accordingly
#the texas chainsaw massacre#texas chainsaw#texas chainsaw 2#the texas chainsaw massacre 2#tcm#tcm 2#tcm drayton#tcm nubbins#tcm choptop#tcm bubba#leatherface#the hitchhiker#chop top sawyer#choptop sawyer#nubbins sawyer#nubbins#drayton sawyer#bubba sawyer
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Drunken Haircut ❕
Baji x gn!Reader
Summary: Getting drunk with your bf lead to an unexpected makeover
Warnings: Cursing! Slightly suggestive! Alcohol consumption
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‘I swear to god if you fuck it up…’
‘Just shut up and stay still dumbass.’
Baji swears he loves you. He knew it from the first day he met you and he knows it each and every single day that he spends with you. He loves you even more now that you were slowly building a life together, having recently moved in together. You were his first love and he truly hopes you’re the last. He swears you drive him crazy in the best way, the kind of way that still makes him nervous around you despite years of dating. He loves everything you do together. He loves the cozy dates that you have. He loves when you stay home and get absolutely drunk and do stupid things just like you used to when you were 16. He loved that despite aging together, you both never grow up. Those are the perks of dating the love of your life that also happens to be your best friend, he thinks. He knows you’re his endgame.
But god he swears he could kill you right now.
One of the many things Baji takes pride in is his hair.
His hair that hasn’t changed since middle school.
The same hair that you were currently messily bleaching.
It was a normal Saturday night for you. You both just wanted to enjoy each other’s presence, drink a bit, watch a movie and maybe something more.
But he knew better than to expect your ‘casual’ date nights to be, well, casual. He loved that you matched his impulsiveness and recklessness, but right now, in his slightly dazed mind, he questioned whether or to he gave you a bit too much creative freedom.
It was your idea, of course, and you know the power you hold over the smitten boy, so him agreeing wasn’t a surprise. You both quickly ran to some 24h open store to get bleach, still tipsy and in your pjs. You quickly came home with the hair dye and some more cheap booze.
‘Baby don’t be so nervous, I’ve done this before.’’ You reassured him with a kiss on the cheek while wrapping up his raven locks with the foil.
‘I still don’t trust you.’
‘Stop whining, you big baby. I’m almost done.’
He continued bouncing his leg up and down despite you scolding him about moving, you just didn’t bother reminding him to stay still. He was always like that, you thought, no one could keep him still, it wasn’t in his nature.
‘Aaaand done! Now we just have to wait for it to set and then you have to wash it off.’ You said, a pleased smile on your face, proud of your work.
He stood up to look in the mirror. He looked at the very ends of his hair wrapped up in foil and sighed, already regretting his decision to trust you.
While waiting you had to remind him ever few minutes not to mess with the foil; he didn’t listen of course.
You cracked open another beer before noticing the time.
‘Babe its time. Go wash your hair.’
‘You won’t join me?’ He said with half lidded eyes and a smirk.
He looked absolutely ridiculous trying to be all charming with foil on his head, and of course you made sure to point that out.
He grumbled something you didn’t quite hear before heading to the bathroom.
He got out relatively quickly and you helped him dry his hair.
Once his hair got dry he turned to the mirror, admiring your work.
He looked absolutely smoking hot, but you couldn’t tell him that, it would go straight to his already huge ego.
Instead you decided to pull him by the small silver chain that hung perfectly on his neck. The chain you gave him for his latest birthday.
Pulling him closer you whispered, ‘ I’ve done a good job have I not?’
He looked into your eyes then at your lips, and wrapped his arms around our lower back .
‘Don’t do that.’ He said in a low tone, referring to you pulling him in,your fingertips still hooked around the jewelry.
‘Or what?’
‘Wanna test it?’ He said with a grin, picking you up bridal style.
‘I’m not scared of you.’ You teased, as he carefully placed you on your shared bed, before climbing on top; his freshly dyed hair tickling your face.
‘Oh baby you shouldn’t be. But you had your fun, it’s my turn.’’
🛁🛁🛁
i saw the new leaks so i had to.
🖤
#baji imagines#baji keisuke#baji keisuke x reader#baji x reader#baji headcanons#baji my boy#baji x reader fluff#baji smut#baji x y/n#baji drabble#tokrev baji#baji x you#baji fluff
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Ranking of babysitters, from best to worst.
At some point, everyone in the staff for a reason or another has to take care of Charlie. Her primary caretaker when Lucifer is not around or is busy is Alastor, of course, but sometimes he also has things to do, and why pay for an actual babysitter when there is help already bound by blood to take care of her?
1. Anthony/Angel.
He sometimes had to take care of the younger children inside of the organization where he lived before, so he knows all about changing diapers, distracting a kid when they get upset and play with them in a way that it's safe but entertaining for them. He is the most enthusiastic to participate on the tea parties of Charlie and doesn't mind dressing as a princess for any of her other games.
2. Husker.
He is like the chill uncle that talks to you like any other person no matter your age, bring all the colouring books with the crayons and watches you play while he drinks beer from his couch. Man of few words, but he will keep Charlie safe.
3. Cherri.
If Husker is the chill uncle, Cherri is the cool aunt that drives Charlie to the nearest park, to watch a movie or to buy an entire toy store if she wants to. She lets Charlie eat whatever she wants and as much as she wants to the point that one time the kid threw up, whining to please not tell Allie or papa because then they will get mad at Cherri and she likes Cherri, doesn't want anyone to be mad at her. This single incident moved Cherri so much that she became the most affectionate with her, just below Lucifer, hugging her and kissing her cheek whenever she could.
5. Pentious.
He is a total nervous wreck that gets super anxious over anything that could hurt Charlie, which Charlie finds incredibly funny. As long he doesn't have any project going on, he will give all his attention to her and go along with her games, very far away from his studio where she totally is not allowed to go in because it's full of things "not safe for a young lady such as yourself, dear." Of course this doesn't impede Charlie to still sneak in and say hi, causing Pentious to have a heart attack each time.
6. Niffty.
She is permanently forbidden for babysitting Charlie after almost feeding her bleach once when she was a baby. Luckily Angel was there to stop it once he realized the mistake and not so luckily Alastor ended up knowing about the incident, so Niffty was not allowed near the kitchen for three months. Charlie thinks she is a bit weird, but likes her anyway.
#hellsing au#hazbin hotel au#hazbin hotel charlie#hazbin hotel angel#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin hotel cherri bomb#in this au cherri and Pentious are already married btw
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