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𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 (𝐄.𝐌.)

summary: after everything you did last week, eddie was convinced that you learned your lesson. but, you still refuse to say any bad words. he thinks you're in need of a refresher. [5.8k words]

warnings: smut [18+ minors dni or i will take ur phone],oral (f receiving), hand job, dirty talk, teasing, penetrative sex, cum eating, dom!reader if you squint really hard

pairing: eddie munson x female!best friend!reader

a/n: oh. my gosh. after almost 30 days of not posting because tumblr sh*dowbanned me, I have returned with a second part to say it! i'm super excited to be back and thank you for all the love and support on the first part! also!! read more glitches out my fics! i’ll try and fix what i see but if i miss something, i apologize in advance!

“Stop!” Dustin yelled abruptly, ceasing the frantic bickering.

“Eddie,” He ran a stressful finger through his curls then looked at the Dungeon Master sitting on his throne, “Can we please have a break?”

“We’re getting absolutely demolished here,” Gareth added, causing the rest of the Hellfire members to nod in agreement.

“Fine,” Eddie caved.

“Your asses better be back in these seats in 15 minutes because Rogue Leonardo waits for nobody.” He leaned forward with emphasis.

With that, the younger members of Hellfire fled the drama room. You could see streaks of lightning following Erica, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin as they dashed straight for the vending machines.

Things were absolutely chaotic.

Erica and Lucas had tried biting each other’s heads off at least 3 times. Jeff had shaved the eraser on his pencil down to the wood because he was so stressed out.

You could’ve sworn locks of Gareth’s hair littered the floor because he’d been pulling at it for hours.

It was safe to say that this is a really tough campaign.

“Eddie, what the hell were you thinking? Half of our Mages will be dead by the time we’re finished today!” Jeff chastised, staring with wide eyes.

“Are you questioning my creative decisions as Dungeon Master?” Eddie asked, clearly challenging his friend.

Oh, he’s definitely in a mood. You thought, observing the impending situation.

It was like watching a car wreck, listening to Jeff try (and fail) at recovering.

He choked out a response, “N-No! It’s just-”

The kids came bustling into the room, distracting everyone from the brewing argument, "Hey." Lucas greeted, before opening a packet of Kit Kats.

Each person held a different snack from the various vending machines scattered throughout the school. Someone must have swiped the keys to open the machines because there is no way in hell they returned so fast with that many treats.

Lucas held chocolate, Erica and Mike had chips, and Dustin cradled various drinks.

You perked up at the sight of M&M's in Lucas' left hand, “Lucas, can I have the M&M’s?” You asked politely from your seat next to Eddie.

“Sure,” He replied from halfway across the room.

It’s safe to assume that your hand-eye coordination was not up to par. Any sport or physical activity elicited flashbacks to gym class.

During freshman year, you and Eddie spent most of the period running away from the athletic students trying to get both of you to participate.

So, when Lucas hurdled the packet of M&M’s straight towards your face, you weren’t prepared.

The king-sized bag of chocolate came speeding toward you at 300 miles per hour.

Looking up from your notebook that had all of the strategies of this semester’s campaign, you felt the impact on your left eye.

“Motherlover! Lucas?” You start, bringing a hand to your face, “Why on earth would you throw it!?”

“I didn't think you were going to get up!” He exclaimed, “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

Everyone else in the room found the interaction to be quite funny.

To you, it happened in slow motion. But to them, they saw everything unfold and it was hilarious.

You glanced around with the only eye in use, frustrated that they found humor in your demise.

Then again, it’s not like you hadn’t laughed when Dustin fell face-first off his chair rejoicing one of Erica’s crit hits.

Your eyes– Well, eye landed on Eddie and your frustration morphed into confusion.

You expected him to be the main one cackling, but he wasn't. In fact, not an inch of humor clouded his face. Eddie looked slightly pissed.

This was the same look that always kidnapped his typically upbeat and smiling face whenever one of the members of Hellfire (usually Erica) outsmarted one of his traps.

It consisted of dead eyes, inclined eyebrows, and the slight upturn of his lip.

Realization hit you like a semi-truck on the freeway.

You said the one word Eddie tried so hard to permanently remove from your vocabulary. Motherlover.

Nervousness overtook your body and you needed to leave the room to catch your breath, if only for a few seconds. Being under Eddie’s intense stare always seemed to stir something in you.

“Eddie,” You gulped, “How many more minutes of intermission do we have left?” It was a risky move talking to him.

“10 minutes until we reconvene.” He replied, casually.

Too casually.

Still clutching your left eye, you rose from your seat before heading towards the door.

“Y/N, come on. We could be discussing strategies right now. Is this really necessary?” Mike said, dropping the bag of Doritos from his hand.

“Maybe if Lucas wasn’t such an NBA star, my eye wouldn’t be pulsing out of its socket!” You countered.

You peered at Lucas and saw him being swallowed by his seat, refusing to make eye contact with anyone else in the room. He clearly felt bad.

You made a mental note to assure him that you were fine.

But that was later. Right now, the only task at hand was fleeing this all-of-a-sudden claustrophobic room.

After clearing the doorway, you wasted no time finding the nearest bathroom outside of the corridor.

Glancing in the mirror, you examined your left eye. Other than a bit of throbbing and a run-of-the-mill case of embarrassment, everything seemed to be fine.

If you disregarded the fact that your heart was nearly about to beat out of your chest.

Despite everything that happened with you and Eddie a week ago, things went right back to normal. Neither of you had mentioned the sinful activities that took place in his trailer.

From the look on his face back in the drama room, you could tell he was thinking about it. Thinking about-

A voice pierced through the silence, tearing you from your thoughts, "You okay over there, Princess?"

Eddie Munson was standing in the threshold of the women's bathroom. He had shed his signature leather + denim jacket combo and was leaning against the door, looking as calm as ever.

"Christ," You clutched your chest, visibly startled by his abrupt appearance, "Eddie, you can't be in here."

"One," Eddie held up his pointer finger that brandished his infamous skull ring, "It's a Friday night. Pretty sure no one else is here."

You couldn't tear your eyes away from his fingers, instantly recalling how they were plunged inside of you only a week ago.

Why must he talk with his hands?

"Two," He continued, "When have you ever known me to follow the rules?" Eddie took a few steps forward, officially entering the bathroom.

"And three: I'm just checking on my best friend." He finished, sounding so innocent (if that was even possible).

"I just needed a second." You explained, shrugging.

Eddie didn't respond. Instead, he came up to you and ran his eyes up and down your face, checking for any signs of bruising.

"If the basketball team was as good on the court as Lucas is with M&M's, they'd win more games.” Eddie joked.

You chuckled in response, "Most definitely."

A comfortable silence clouded the seconds that passed since the last time either of you spoke.

"We should get back."

You began to move around Eddie but in one swift motion, he grabbed you by the belt loop of your jeans and pulled you into him. His hands rested gently on your hips.

"Now that we're here," Eddie slipped something into your hand, "I guess I can return these."

Gazing down at your palm, staring back at you were the panties that Eddie had so kindly pocketed (stolen).

You snapped your fingers shut around them.

"Seriously, Sweetheart?"

A smirk adorned his face, "Again with the motherlover?"

Eddie's voice dropped an octave when he whispered, "Did you not learn your lesson?"

Cool. Calm. Collected. I can stay cool, calm, and collected. You repeated it like a mantra, forcing yourself to believe it.

"No. It's just... the word has been in my vocabulary ever since Freshman year. It's gonna take a little bit for it to filter out."

Miraculously, you didn't stutter or falter once.

Regardless, Eddie was able to see right through the act and tutted, "Y/N.... always so stubborn. I’ve cracked you before, I can do it again."

Feeling his breath ghost your neck had every bone & nerve inside of your body screaming to let him take you right here in this bathroom that probably hasn’t been cleaned in who knows how long.

Before either of you could act on those impulses, a voice cut through the tension, "Eddie?! Is Y/N okay?"

Lucas.

Curse that boy for being such a gentleman. His timing couldn't have been worse.

"Just peachy," Eddie responded to the freshman, a grin on his face as he deciphered the look in your eyes that was clearly longing for him.

"C'mon," He began to back away, "Our fifteen minutes are almost up."

And with that, he walked out of the grimy bathroom. You watched as his hair bounced with each step he took.

If it was hell to pretend like you didn't have any sort of feelings for him before... Imagine what it was going to be like this time.

˚ · •. ° .

"Okay!" You restacked the notecards on your desk, "I think we're finally ready to ace O'Donnell's test tomorrow. What do you think?"

Eddie was currently sprawled out on your bed alongside countless textbooks, notecards, and loose pieces of paper.

He rubbed his temple, "I think not even the promise of a new miniature could get me to think straight right now."

Eddie was tired and groggy.

He arrived at your house early this Sunday morning anticipating a pretty chill study session. Instead, he was hit with the "Intense Y/L/N Study Regimen" and was forced to memorize countless words and phrases. He had arrived when the sun was just barely peeking through the clouds and now, it was pitch black outside.

Everything seemed fine and dandy between the two of you. It'd been 2 days since the interaction in the women's bathroom during Hellfire. 2 days was more than enough time to allow things to settle. Right?

You sighed, "My hands are numb."

Even though studying until the color drained from Eddie's face was your idea, it still took a toll on you. Towards the end of the session, you began stuttering over your words as you read off terms for a comatose Eddie to memorize.

After standing up and stretching, you headed towards your bedroom door, "I think I'm going to get some water. Do you want-"

"I can't stop thinking about you, Y/N."

His words stopped you dead in your tracks.

One thing you learned about Eddie over the years is how he acted when he was tired. Depending on the day, he could be extremely clingy: always having a hand on your arm or around your shoulder. Sometimes, he'd rub his eyes furiously and you'd be forced to pry his palms away from his face.

But no matter what, the ability to control what left his mouth was nowhere in sight. He said any and every thought that came to mind when he was tired.

And today? Eddie was exhausted.

You wanted to tell him to stop before he admitted something he'd regret but, you just couldn't get yourself to say the words.

"I mean, I can't stop thinking about what we did." He propped himself into a seated position.

We can be mature. We can talk about this. You thought. After all, what's the point of being so-called "best friends" if you can't communicate?

"Eddie-" You started but he began to speak over you. He was making a habit out of interrupting you mid-sentence and it was starting to get annoying.

"I'm still not convinced that you've learned your lesson."

The last time he said that his breath was tickling your neck, and his voice was barely above a whisper.

You forced yourself to roll your eyes, and faked a tone of betrayal, "Of course, I learned my lesson!"

Eddie shook his head feverishly, his hair flying every which way, "See, that's where you're wrong."

He rose from your bed and began striding over towards where you stood. You could hear the siren labeled, 'Eddie Is About To Do Something' go off inside your head.

It was the way he carried himself that gave it away. The barely visible smirk on his face, the way he spoke, the words he chose... everything.

He continued, "I know you think I hardly listen to you, Y/N but, I heard you on Friday."

His fingers danced up the side of your arm, "Your signature catchphrase made an appearance.”

"Were my fingers not enough?"

There he goes again, saying things that made a wet spot form in your underwear. Everything about Eddie had your knees weak and nerves screaming.

You sucked in a breath, trying very hard not to let your confident stance fumble, "I just... need more time for things to stick."

As of recently, he just loved to see you flustered. Stumbling over your words, avoiding eye contact— that sort of thing. Eddie found his opening.

"So what I'm hearing is, you need a little refresher?"

Ding. Ding. Ding. He hit the jackpot. He saw the way the muscles in your jaw contracted, telling him everything he needed to know. You were turned on.

"C'mon, you're not thinking straight, Eds. Let me grab you some cold water from the fridge and you'll start to wake up a bit, 'kay?" You countered.

"I think getting to taste your pussy would wake me right up. What do you think?"

His brown eyes stared deep into yours. Their doe-like appearance made him look so innocent. If only people knew what sinful thoughts churned behind them half of the time.

Immediately, your attempt at being unphased crumbled, "Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack." He deadpanned.

Eddie then closed the gap between the two of you and planted a soft kiss on your lips. You melted into it, signaling that you had stopped fighting what was bound to happen.

"O-okay." You conceded, "But my parents will be home soon."

Eddie shrugged, "That's okay, Princess. All I need is a few minutes."

This time, Eddie kissed your neck and began slowly backing you up against your bedroom door as he found a spot to focus on behind your ear.

Instinctively, your hands found Eddie's strong back. You pulled on the fabric of his Iron Maiden t-shirt as you craned your neck to the side.

Eddie gave a few more quick pecks before sliding down onto his knees.

God. I’m about to pass out. You wanted to scream. Instead, a breathy moan escaped your lips, "Eddie,"

He spoke, gazing up at you, "I'm gonna take such good care of you, darling."

Eddie unzipped your jeans while you braced yourself against the door of your bedroom. You clutched the handle for extra support.

Once your jeans were fully unbuttoned, Eddie began to slowly rub your clit through your underwear.

It was slightly embarrassing at how wet you are considering he's barely even touched you.

He continued to draw slow and steady circles on your clit before speaking, "You like that, Princess?"

"Mhm," You nodded frantically.

You were so swept up in the euphoria that you almost didn't hear the familiar sound of your garage door open. If there was ever a time to swear, right now offered the perfect opportunity.

All the air was sucked out of the room in an instant. Your eyes snapped shut with annoyance as Eddie stopped teasing your clit and gazed up at you.

He saw you fighting the urge to pound your head against your door in frustration.

You really didn't want this to end.

“They’re home.” Deliberating silently for a moment, you continued, "We can be quiet."

Eddie's hand began to move inside of your jeans. You smiled solemnly, happy that he obliged you.

It wasn't until you felt your zipper being tugged upward that you opened your eyes. Eddie had risen from his knees and was standing in front of you, fixing your pants.

"I think you've got it backward, Sweetheart," He started, "I want you screaming."

"Can't do that when your parents are home, now can we?"

You watched, mouth agape as Eddie slowly retrieved the hefty rings that were shoved inside of his pocket and put them back on.

"Excuse me," He gestured to the door, "I should go say hi."

Regardless of how separated your mind was from your body, you still moved a few steps to the left to allow Eddie to leave the room.

He flashed you an arrogant smile before rounding a corner to head down the stairs. You heard his heavy boots come in contact with each step before reaching the bottom of the staircase.

"Oh, Eddie! I’m glad we caught you before you left." You could make out every word your mother said, even from all the way upstairs.

"Y/N!" Your father called, "Come down here and help us with these groceries, please!" His booming voice tore you from your trance.

As much as you wanted to be furious with Eddie, he was right. Sounds had the tendency to carry inside of your house. And if he was planning on doing half of the things he did last week, there's no way you would've been able to keep quiet.

That would've been baaaaaaad.

Trotting down the stairs, you entered the kitchen to see Eddie carrying the heaviest grocery bag. His face was scrunched in hopes of not letting it show that he was struggling, wanting to impress your Dad.

You smiled at the sight.

"Here," You approached him and gripped the handle. Your hand grazed Eddie's knuckles slightly, feeling the frigidness of his rings.

The both of you heaved the 40-pound bag onto the countertop.

"Now Eddie," Your father opened the fridge and placed a milk carton inside, "I'd hate to put you to work after Y/N kicked your ass up there."

Your Mom chimed in, "How was studying?"

Oh yeah, it was great! Just Eddie almost fingering me while I was pressed up against my door. Ya know, same old same old! You joked inside of your head.

Your Mom stared at you with a furrowed brow, awaiting an audible response.

Eddie spoke instead, "It was good but, my brain is temporarily out of order." He chuckled.

He peered over his shoulder to look at you, shielding his dubious smirk from prying eyes, "Don't worry. I'll get her back soon enough."

Your eyes widened to the size of basketballs. There is no way he just- In front of my parents?

It would’ve been so easy to take the bag you just placed on the counter and hurl it at his head. You doubt that he'd be that injured from the impact.

Attempted murder was life in prison possibility of parole? You could live with those odds.

Instead of taking the homicidal route, you opted for a tight lip smile, "Oh, I'm sure you will."

˚ · •. ° .

A piece of paper was stuffed into your locker this morning behind your various textbooks. It was a miracle that you even spotted it. It read, My trailer. Tonight at 8.

If the word "trailer" wasn't a dead giveaway as to who wrote it, the penmanship was.

It was pretentious. You knew it, Eddie knew it too. Yet, here you were, perched on his doorstep at exactly 8:00 PM. You forced yourself to enter Eddie's trailer. Twisting the handle and pushing forward, you found that it'd been unlocked for you.

You wandered in slowly. This was the first time you'd been back here since everything happened last week.

It felt the same exact way it had for the past few years you'd been frequenting it. A smile tugged on your lips as a warm feeling of comfort entered your stomach, calming down your nerves.

The door to Eddie's room was wide open. From where you stood on the opposite side of the hallway, you could see him sitting up in his bed, guitar in hand. The amplifier was nowhere in sight, which left you to assume that he'd just been lightly strumming until you arrived.

Your feet shuffled on the carpet as you approached his room. You were standing clear as day in the doorway, but Eddie’s eyes were still fixated on his guitar. He either hadn’t noticed you yet or refused to acknowledge your presence.

Your knuckles knocked on his door, “Hey.”

Finally, his eyes teared away from his instrument and landed on you. Without a word, he hung his guitar back on the wall where it normally resides and started towards you.

Eddie stopped just inches away from your face. Then, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his guitar pick, and placed it on the desk to your left.

“Just needed to put this back.” He shrugged, oh-so-casually before he turned around and plopped down on his bed.

It’s kind of funny. How everything that’s been happening over these past few weeks came to a head in just one moment. What Eddie just did was nothing compared to the other day at your house.

But you were tired, and because Eddie had been teasing you for days… you were beyond horny.

“Gosh,” You sighed, then began pacing the room.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed with concern, but his interest was piqued, “What are you doing?"

"Thinking."

"Well," He stood and began to guide you towards his bed, "Sit down. You’re freaking me out."

You swatted his hand away, "No!"

"Ouch." He retracted, rubbing his knuckle, "We're supposed to save the violence for Dungeons and Dragons, Y/N." Eddie chastised.

“You…” A beat passed before you added, “Asshole.”

The look that overtook Eddie’s face was pure shock. You would’ve been able to enjoy it if you weren’t so riled up, “You are the biggest shithead I’ve ever met, do you know that?”

“My, my,” He shook his head disapprovingly, “Y/N Y/L/N saying a bad word unprovoked?”

If you weren’t fuming before, you were definitely fuming now, “U-Unprovoked? Are you kidding me? You think that all this is happening right now because I was unprovoked?”

“First, you rile me up in the bathroom at school! Then, you are seconds away from giving me what I want at my house, and you stop just because my parents came home? I thought the prospect of breaking rules excited you, Eddie!”

“And now, you pull this shit here at your trailer and flop on your bed… the same bed that you humped like a dog while your head was between my thighs?”

After letting all of that out, a sense of calm entered your body. You took a deep breath before continuing, “Eddie… I have been turned on for days. I can hardly sit still during Hellfire anymore. It’s torture.”

Eddie spoke, “I didn’t know I had you this riled up, Princess. You could have told me.”

He beckoned you over to him with a wave of his hand, and you approached him, entranced. You felt as his fingers danced along the waistband of your jeans, “I’ll give you what you want, Y/N. Just use your words.”

Finally.

“I want you inside of me, Eddie.” You whispered.

“Hmm,” He smirked, before unzipping your pants. In one fluid motion, Eddie flipped you over so that you were now laying underneath him. It almost knocked the wind out of you.

As you breathed deeply, trying to catch your breath, Eddie began stripping you of your pants.

Smirking, you tried to make it harder for him by squeezing your things together but he pried them open with little to no effort, “Gonna have to try harder than that, Sweetheart.”

Your pants were on the floor, and your underwear was next. You could see the way Eddie stared at them, probably contemplating if he was going to steal this pair too.

The prospect of getting to touch you outweighed his kleptomaniac tendencies and he threw your panties on the ground right next to your jeans.

Eddie took in the sight of you, “I can’t believe we’re here again, Princess.” He said before slowly licking a stripe up your dripping cunt.

A breathy moan escaped your lips, “Eddie, please.”

“Is this not what you wanted, Sweetheart?” His pointer finger began swirling at your clit gingerly, adding just enough pressure to get you excited, but not nearly enough as you wanted.

“You’re so beautiful like this, you know?” Eddie plunged his pointer finger inside of you, very slowly. He waited a few seconds before curling it at just the right angle, “Dripping on my sheets like the good girl you are.”

“Please, Eddie,” You begged, “I need more.”

“Awe, Sweetheart,” Your pussy felt empty as he retracted his finger. A lewd sound escaped your lips at the loss of contact, “Is one finger not enough?”

You gasped at the feeling of 2 of Eddie’s long, calloused fingers going inside of you, “Is that better?”

“Y-Yeah,” You exhaled.

His fingers fucked your aching pussy, pumping in and out of you with speed. His thumb applied pressure to your clit, scratching that itch that’s been pooling between your thighs for days.

Your back arched as his fingers curled inside of you. You bit your lip harshly to stop a whimper from escaping but, it was too late. Eddie heard it.

“Awe,” He teased, “You gonna come on my fingers for the second time this month? It’s alright, Y/N/N. You can do it.”

Eddie’s praise was it for you. Everything unraveled and the coil that pooled in your stomach snapped. You came undone on Eddie’s bed… again.

You felt his hair tickle the insides of your thighs as he lapped at your exposed pussy, cleaning up the mess you made. He avoided touching your clit with his tongue, not wanting you to orgasm again just yet.

Out of curiosity, you brought your fingers to Eddie’s hair and pulled. You waited a few seconds, hoping to feel the bed shake…. It didn’t. So, it’s a one-time thing. Got it.

His head emerged from between your thighs, a sly look atop Eddie’s face. You surveyed the situation: you were half naked on Eddie’s bed while he sat there, fully clothed and more than pleased with himself.

This isn’t fair. You declared before deciding to do something about it.

Your hand came to the tent in Eddie’s pants, “I wanna make you feel good, Eds.” You began, “Can I do that?” The palm that was over his crotch tightened, making him even harder (if that was possible).

Suddenly, all the words in the English language left Eddie's brain. His cognitive functions completely stopped working as he sputtered out a rushed reply, "Y-Yeah. Go ahead"

You smiled, feeling a rush of confidence before undoing the belt around his waist. Eddie wanted to help but he was frozen in place. His cock strained against his boxers as he watched you rid him of his pants, which were now on the floor right next to yours.

Your hand slithered its way into his boxers, “Shit,” Eddie gasped, feeling your warm hand come in contact with his aching cock.

“Lay back, Eddie,” You instructed, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, promise.”

You pushed his underwear down enough to where they sat just below his hips. It gave his dick more than enough to spring free. Your mouth watered at the sight of his tip, leaking with pre-cum.

Eddie lifted his head from where it lay on his bed to watch as you brought your lips to his tip, and spit on it. You then gripped his head gently and used your thumb to coat the head of his cock.

“Jesus,” He moaned.

Slowly, you began to stroke Eddie. Starting at the base of his cock, and coming up, then going back down, again and again. Lewd noises and swears escaped Eddie’s lips as he tried not to finish after only 2 seconds.

It was now your turn to tease him, “You like that? Hmm, like me stroking your cock?” You asked, condescendingly, “That feel good?”

Beads of sweat began to congregate on Eddie’s forehead, “Christ, Y/N. Y-Yeah, it does.”

You quickened your movement and watched as his face scrunched in pleasure. You couldn’t resist licking a stripe all the way up the side of Eddie’s veiny cock before pecking his tip.

Then, you went right back to stroking him feverishly. His hips began to hover as he bucked up into your palm. You used your other hand to push him back on the bed, forcing him to stay still, “I’m almost there.” He admitted.

Finally, hot spurts of cum escaped Eddie like a fountain, coating the hand that was still around him. A string of curse words left his mouth as he took deep breaths, “Shit, Y/N.” He chuckled, “Who taught you how to do that?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You shrugged.

Eddie looked at the mess he made on your hand, “Shit… I-I’m sorry,” He apologized, “Do you want me to get a towel?”

“Nope.”

It was now his turn to look at you, mouth agape as you brought your hand to your mouth and licked it clean, never breaking eye contact once.

When you were finished, you spoke, “Please, please,” You emphasized, “tell me you have a condom.”

“Uh… I should. B-But are you sure? I mean… you want to?” He asked, hurriedly.

“I’d rather it be me than your mattress, right?” You joked.

“Are you ever gonna let me live that down?”

“Eddie,” You sighed, impatiently, “Get the fucking condom!”

“R-Right.” Eddie skipped out of his underwear and went searching in miscellaneous drawers in his room.

I know I’ve got one of those things in here somewhere. He thought, rifling through his socks. The next drawer contained nearly 100 guitar picks. Still nothing.

“Shit, shit, shit!” He let the expletives fly off as frustration clouded his thoughts.

“Your pockets.” You suggested from his bed, “Check your pockets.”

Falling to the floor, Eddie searched the pockets of his black jeans like he was digging for gold, “Aha, yes!” He received the contraceptive from his pants and held it up so you could see, “I knew I had one of these things laying around here.”

“Okay,” Eddie cleared his throat and joined you on his bed. He slowly unwrapped the package and began rolling the latex on, “Lay down.” He instructed, and you listened, shimmying down his mattress.

“Are you sure, Y/N? ‘Cause I promise I won’t get mad if you change your mind.”

“I’m sure.” You nodded.

“Alright.”

Eddie carefully lined himself up with your entrance and inched in slowly before bottoming out. He didn’t move at first, giving you some time to adjust. But, when your grip on his shoulders became tighter, he started moving.

“God, you are so beautiful.” Eddie grunted, “And so fucking tight.”

Eddie used his hand to hike up your left leg, pushing deeper inside of you. In pure ecstasy, his face came down and nestled in your neck, kissing it. His hair was tickling your ear lobe.

The pace of his thrust picked up, causing you to moan an exasperated, “Eddie.”

“Scream my name, Princess.” He demanded in a deep gruffing voice.

“Eddie.” You moaned, only this time louder and needier, “Harder, please.”

He obliged your request, using as much force as possible to pound into you. Your fingers scraped down his back, gripping at his skin.

He hissed, “God, you take me so well.”

Eddie’s grip on your thigh tightened as his thrusts increased in speed. You could only hear the sound of Eddie’s rickety bed frame slamming against the wall harshly as he pounded into you.

Eddie’s signature guitar pick necklace dangled above your face, slapping your nose rhythmically each time his cock hit the perfect spot inside of you. But you didn’t even notice, caught up in the pleasure.

His previously slow and controlled thrusts started to get sporadic as he felt himself inching closer to finishing.

“Don’t get all quiet on me now, Baby.” He grunted in your ear.

You tried so hard to give a coherent response but all that passed your lips was a moan.

This riled up Eddie even more, “Fuck. I’m about to come.”

“M-Me too.” You choked out.

In a messy daze, Eddie’s lips came crashing down onto yours. It was chalked full of clashing teeth but you couldn’t care less.

Both you and Eddie came undone together. A mix of grunts, moans, and fucks accompanied the orgasms.

As his final form of torture, he pulled out of you very slowly. You practically felt as each inch of him left your pussy.

“Jesus Christ.” You sighed.

Eddie smiled, giving you a quick peck on the forehead before standing up and approaching his trash can to discard the condom.

When he turned back around, Eddie was met with the sight of your discarded parties on the floor. And he just couldn’t resist.

Eddie scooped them up in one fluid motion, clutching the garment tightly in his hand.

He thought you didn’t notice, but you did, “Hey!” You chastised.

“Whaaaaaat?” Eddie shrugged, “I gave back the last pair.” The bed dipped down as he returned, claiming his previous spot next to you.

“Whatever.” You scoffed playfully, nuzzling your head into his shoulder.

Eddie cleared his throat, “Are you— Was that okay?”

It’s been a long time since Eddie felt insecure when it came to sex. Most of his partners were people that he’d met at the Hideout and took to his trailer for a quick fuck.

But this was different. You meant more to him than any of the people he used to sleep with. He cared about you and he just needed reassurance that you were okay

“It was more than okay, Eds. Gosh,” You sighed, “I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.”

“Was it okay for you?” You followed up.

“Yeah!” Eddie was surprised by how fast he responded. Recovering, he cleared his throat, “Yes. I- I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”

“Good.” You chuckled, shaking your head at how all over the place he is.

After a few beats of silence, Eddie deadpanned, “I think Dustin knows about us.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Really?”

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Dustin Henderson is single-handedly the most observant person either of you had ever met.

Still, you could help but ask, “Why do you say that?”

“Well,” Eddie began, “Although me coming to check on you in the bathroom was of my own fruition. Henderson was also adamant that I go find you as well.”

“I mean, Lucas was practically foaming at the mouth to see if you were okay after you left but, nope. Henderson wouldn’t let him.”

You tutted, “Welp, on the bright side, something good came out of it.”

“And what’s that?” Eddie asked, his interest peaked.

“We finally got together.” You smiled ear-to-ear.

“That,” Eddie nodded, “And I finally got that god awful word out of your vocabulary. Ugh.” He squirmed.

“You’re so dramatic.”

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withahappyrefrain · 2 years

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thirsty thursday thot; this with tasm!peter

like ur having a picnic in the middle of nowhere and ur in a sundress and peter just couldnt help himself. and he puts those fingers of his to good use and- yeah you see where i'm going with this

Are we combining sundress thots? Hell yeah we are! 18+

"How come we've never done this before?" You asked, leaning back on the blanket.

"Because whenever we've seen couples do it, they've always been in the middle of Central Park and borderline grinding on each other," Peter said before taking a sip of his beer.

He had found this secluded spot while out on patrol. After making sure it wasn't being used for any military testing or as the base for the latest villain terrorizing the city, he suggested the two of you pack a lunch and have a picnic there.

That was about two months ago. Now that the weather had actually warmed up (and stayed warm), you two could finally go.

You noticed through his sunglasses Peter's eyes glancing over your legs, which were bare thanks to the sundress you had on.

"You like what ya see, Parker?" You asked, grinning.

Peter smirked, "I always do."

"I think you're like what's underneath more," you slightly parted your legs, giving him a glimpse of what was underneath your dress.

Or, in this case, what wasn't there.

"Come're," He said, his voice low. You propped yourself back up and into his lap.

His fingers ghosted up your thighs, slipping underneath your dress. They stilled at the apex of your thighs.

You looked at Peter, reaching out to gently take off his sunglasses so you could stare into his beautiful eyes.

"Why don't you put your fingers to good use?"

"Why don't you ask nicely?"

"Please?" You asked. His smirk told you it wasn't enough. He leaned back, pulling his hands away from you.

You desperately wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.

But you wanted him to touch you more.

"Please touch me, Peter," You said, breathless.

"See? All you had to do was be polite." You fought the urge to roll your eyes, knowing that if you did so, he would make you beg.

His fingers reached up under your dress. They traced over your slit, his touch light as a feather.

You gasped at the sensation of his fingers parting your lips. The cool, metal sensation of his ring against your walls caused you to throw your head back.

Peter's other hand gripped your chin, tilting it back to you. You opened your eyes, a gasp escaping your mouth as his thumb found your clit.

"Ya like that?" He asked before nipping your jawline, "Ya like it when I touch ya?"

"Yes," You groaned, "F-Fuck P-Peter."

"Oh, baby," He lips trailed up to your ear, "You're so wet."

You tilted your head back, only for Peter's finger to still inside of you.

"Look at me," He ordered. You titled your head forwards, resting your forehead against Peter's.

"Don't stop looking at me, okay?" You nodded your head in agreement.

"I'm gonna make you come around my fingers," Peter curled his fingers, hitting that one spot that made you all but scream, "And you're gonna tell me how good it feels."

"Feels s-so good!" Your voice hitched up as he slipped a third finger inside of you.

"That's all ya got? What happened to that smart mouth of your's? Did my fingers fuck it out of ya?"

You nodded your head, your hands gripping the fabric on his shoulders to anchor yourself.

"Tell me how much you love this."

"L-love it so much. Been wanting it ever since you sug-suggested this picnic," Your voice was shaky. His fingers curled again, eliciting another gasp.

"C'mon on baby, you close?" You couldn't stand the smirk on his face. But you knew if you looked away, he'd stopped.

Somehow, as the circles drawn on your clit grew more frantic, you were able to get some mildly coherent sentences about how good Peter's fingers felt.

It hit you like a wave, rocking your forward as the grip you had on Peter's shoulders tightened, desperately clutching onto him like an anchor.

"Atta girl, make a mess on my fingers." Fuck, he was still talking to you. You nodded your head frantically, his continued movements prolonging your high.

At some point, you closed your eyes and buried your head in the crook of his neck. His fingers slipped out of you, wiping them off with a nearby napkin before wrapping his arms around you.

"We should do picnics more often," He said with glee.

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manjiroro · 3 years

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hello !! are ur request open ? ^^ if yes then may i request please for sanzu, mitsuya and rindou with a fem kaido shun reader ( from saiki k )

fem s/o who is like kaido shun

characters: sanzu, mitsuya, rindou

content: fluff, fem reader, crack

helloo thank you for requesting!! omg i cant help but laugh at kaido every time pls i love him

i apologise for any mistakes and i hope you enjoy~~

s a n z u

sanzu thinks you're funny tbh

he never takes you seriously ever

so whenever you’re trying to act cool in front of him, he’ll snicker at you

he’s mean but not mean enough to laugh at you in your face

but thank goodness you’re oblivious to it, he doesn’t wanna risk his relationship because he was caught laughing at you

“of course~ i am so strong, i can beat down a whole gang of delinquents myself- hm? what’s so funny sanzu? tell me tell me!”

you were bragging once again to a group of your friends while sanzu sat beside you

sanzu was actually laying on the table, head buried in his arms, trying to hide his laughter

but at the corner of your eye, you can see him laughing and so you asked him, completely unaware that he was laughing at you

“hm? oh- nothing babe, continue your story.”

sanzu looks up with his red face, tears at the corner of his eyes

but you just nod at him, giving that cute smile he loves

but don’t worry, sanzu may be mean but that’s one of the many reasons why he loves you

he thinks it’s cute

but with your mom, he sees a whole different side of you

there was a time he saw you and your mom out shopping, he was in shock to see how different your personality is

usually, you’d be much more extroverted, boasting and talking about how cool you were

but in front of your mom, you were much more quiet and soft spoken

he was honestly in awe

but he soon understands when you told him all about your mother being too strict

you didn’t dare tell your mother about sanzu, knowing how strict she was with your academic performance

not to mention, sanzu was the last person your mother would expect to have good results from

he was a delinquent and you just know your mother would flip over him

he’ll listen to you, not going out of his way to meet your mom or try to impress her

actually he doesn’t really care if your mom accepts him or not but he’ll still listen to you

because he loves you too much to risk breaking up with you

m i t s u y a

he's gonna be the one to actually accept you and go along with whatever you're saying

mitsuya is gonna be the nicest out of them because he’s a supportive boyfriend

so when you’re over there boasting about yourself, he’ll agree with what you’re saying

“i was in a fight recently, it was super cool and i beat them all down!”

mitsuya has a hand lazily slung on your shoulder, smiling softly at you

he hums in agreement with you while nodding, subconsciously rubbing your shoulder

he’ll maybe let out a chuckle here and there but it’s not because he’s laughing at you

he definitely finds you cute

outside of school though, he’s kind of surprised by your shift in personality

but he’s aware of your mom being strict

and he respects your decision to keep it a secret from your mom

but there was a time where he was walking you home from school and your mom catches the both of you holding hands

she came home from work earlier than usual

you were prepared to get scolded by her when mitsuya goes up and bows to her

“hello mrs l/n, i’m mitsuya takashi, i apologise for not letting you know that i’m dating your daughter.”

WHDOUAWH HE’S JUST A VERY POLITE BOY

of course, your mom wasn’t expecting him to go up to her and apologise, but she decided to ask him to come in to have a chat with him

the whole time, you were sweating profusely, nervous at what your mom was gonna say

she gave a lecture to the both of you but it wasn’t as bad because mitsuya was polite to her

soon after that though, mitsuya is gonna try to win your mom over DSKDJ

he’ll do stuff like bring food he made over to your place, coming over to study with you or give you some gifts because you’ve been studying too much

and eventually, your mom approved of you relationship with mitsuya

she ends up liking him much more and constantly asks when he was gonna come over IFHWOIH

r i n d o u

this man cannot stand you

he really can't understand what you're trying to get at when you start talking to him about your imaginations

so when you start talking about something rindou doesn’t understand, he would zone out and stare at you

when you ask him if he was listening then he will snap out of it and just agree

he much prefers you when you’re outside of school

because you’re much more soft spoken and you’ll actually make sense to him

your mom found out about the both of you when she spots the both of you on a date after school

of course, your mom doesn’t approve of rindou, seeing how him and his brother are the biggest delinquents in roppongi

PLEASE HE’S GONNA TRY SO HARD TO IMPRESS YOUR MOM

the reason being 1. he loves you too much to breakup with you and 2. he wants to prove that she’s wrong

so he’s gonna constantly come over to ask you to study with him, to make sure your mom is present to see that he’s ‘studious’

“ugh can we stop now?”

rindou groans as he slumps onto your floor

“do you want to impress my mom or not?”

“of course i do, but this is too-”

the door to your room flings open, making rindou sit up straight, holding onto a textbook

“how’s your study session going?”

your mom asks, quirking an eyebrow at rindou

“it’s going well mrs l/n. y/n is just so smart and helpful, i’m sure we’re gonna ace this test.”

rindou says, he’s trying to hard to seem relaxed and natural

when really he’s panicking so hard on the inside

your mom hums at him

“y/n, come with me please.”

“yes!”

rindou waits for the both of you, nervously playing with the pen in his hand until you came back

“so what did she say?”

“she said it’s obvious that you’re lying.”

he really is trying and he’s determined to get your mom’s approval one day

❥ masterlist

reblogs are highly appreciated!!

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renjuseyo · 3 years

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if ur requests are open can i pls request Jaehyun x male reader where the reader is so drunk that he forgot that his boyfriend(jaehyun) is his boyfriend. then he asks a member if he is taken and they said yes and that will make reader to silently be sad in the corner and jaehyun asks if readers ready to go home......... andddddddd ill leaveee the rest to u hehehehe (iloveurwriting so much)

tipsy ; jaehyun

group: nct

pairing: jung yoonoh / reader (male)

synopsis: both you and jaehyun knew how much of a lightweight you were, but when has that ever stopped you?

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: implied sexual content, explicit language

i lost inspiration for this, so i hope this mess of a fic is okay anon! as always, feedback is appreciated!!

when you peek through the peephole, you expect to see the delivery man holding the package you had ordered online. instead, you’re pleasantly surprised to see your boyfriend on the other side of the door, wrapped in a hoodie, mask, and tinted sunglasses. his disguise is pretty unnecessary given how your neighbors are mainly made up of old people who have never heard of nct, but it gets the job done.

once you’ve unhooked the chain bolt, you unlock the door and swing it open. he slightly jumps at the noise, but visibly softens when he sees you. “hey (name),” he greets, slipping off his mask and sunglasses.

“hey yourself. what are you doing here?” you ask. with how hectic his schedule has been after promotions with the nct 2020 project and working as an mc on inkigayo, you two hadn’t seen each other in weeks. though you missed him, you sympathized with the tireless hours he spent working as an idol. at least you preoccupied yourself with netflix.

he slips off his sneakers and enters your home, taking off the rest of his disguise. you close and lock the door behind you, trailing behind him. “i managed to squeak in some free time today, so i came to visit you,” he explains. he faces you with a smile, pulling you close. you subconsciously lean your head onto his shoulder, humming as he sways your bodies.

“i missed you,” you tell him, fingers ghosting his waist. he makes a noise of agreement, resting his chin on your head.

you eventually pull away, eliciting a grumble from jaehyun. contrary to popular belief, he was the clingy one of you two, always using the excuse of “you’re just the perfect size for cuddling.” “stop grumbling, jae. you’ve come so far, so it’s only fair i make you something to eat,” you tell him, making your way towards the kitchen.

he follows suit, hand grabbing at the hood of your hoodie. you stop in front of the refrigerator and open it, canvassing the food you have in there. as you debate what to make for lunch, he rests his chin on your shoulder and snakes both arms around your waist. you roll your eyes, though you don’t make any movements to pry his arms off. “i can always eat something else,” he smirks.

you realize too late the implications of his comment, absentmindedly sorting through the bags of vegetables in your fridge. “do you want takeout instead then? mrs. moon from two doors down said that there’s this really good pho house near here.”

he nuzzles into your shoulder. “i’d really like to eat you,” he says as nonchalantly as one can, considering his implications. you nearly drop a bag of spinach, spluttering incoherent words as you spin around to swat his shoulder. he laughs, loud and proud, a stark contrast from the quiet, polite laugh he’s practiced.

“you’re the worst,” you hiss, reluctantly closing the fridge. he pecks your cheek, eliciting a disgusted screech from you. he leans back with a laugh before attacking your face with kisses. you shut your eyes as you try to wiggle out of his grasp. but jaehyun’s been working out, evident from his arms, and he’s always had an intense grip. when he leans away, satisfied, you flick his forehead. with how clingy jaehyun’s being, making lunch isn’t an option anymore. “i hate you.”

jaehyun eventually relinquishes his attacks, threading his fingers with yours. “you’re usually not this clingy, jae. actually, now that i think about it, you don’t flirt all too much either, much less suggest sexual innuendos. what’s the occasion?” you ask as he walks you two to your living room. he doesn’t immediately respond, flopping down onto the couch and dragging you along with him. you land on his chest with an oomph, your cheek squished against his chest.

he combs his fingers through your hair, smiling as you make a noise of approval. “well, i wasn’t going to say anything before the news outlet, but...” his smile only widens when he sees you look up at him with curious eyes; he nearly coos at how innocent you look. “a certain idol you know might make his acting debut soon~”

your eyes widen, and you quickly prop yourself up with your elbows. “what! no way!” you exclaim, jaw hanging open. jaehyun laughs at your shell-shocked reaction, though it’s a given; when you were in a mood to vent, he would always take your hand and pepper your knuckles with butterfly kisses as you ranted about how he deserved better and shouldn’t only be seen as a visual, whining about how sm failed to show his talents as a singer and an actor. well, those days are over now, he supposes.

“yes way, love. are you excited?” he isn’t sure why he asked that question, considering how shell-shocked you already look. plus, the squeal that leaves your throat and the way you throw yourself onto him is answer enough already.

“do you even have to ask? you used to send me videos of you acting out different roles because you wanted to try acting, and you always did them so well! i’m really proud of you, jae. you deserve it.”

“i’m really glad you think so, (name). do you want to hear-”

“no!” you interrupt, slapping both of your palms on his mouth. he tilts his head in confusion, surprised by your sudden outburst. “knowing you, you’re going to accidentally tell me everything, and then i’m going to know the whole story line before the show even airs!”

he’s about to refute your claims, but he can’t really considering how you’ve layered both of your palms on his mouth. plus, judging by the look you give him, he’s certain he’s going to be eating his own words sooner or later. with a sigh, he peels your palms off. "you’re no fun. can i not even tell you the name and the basic plot?”

“i’m sorry for wanting to give you ratings,” you snort. “and no. then i’ll be waiting in anticipation and will force you to tell me everything, even if you tell me you can’t because i told you before not to say anything. you can’t even give me a drop of information.” well, jaehyun supposes that is true. you’ve always been enticed by television shows; he’s personally seen you react to cliffhangers a show gives before it ultimately gets cancelled. needless to say, it isn’t a pretty sight. “this calls for celebration! we can invite the boys too... do you want it to be extravagant, or are we keeping it low key?” you ask, sitting up and reaching for your phone.

“what happened to just you and me?” jaehyun asks, batting his eyelashes with feigned innocence. “i can think of a lot more fun things we can do.”

you don’t even bat an eye; unlike earlier, you were prepared for this kind of comment. “shoving my foot up your ass sounds really fun, but unfortunately that won’t get me any food. the boys probably already knew before i did, so you’ve probably already celebrated with them... i guess we can keep it simple.”

“i’d take your foot any day,” he fires back with a heavily exaggerated moan, to which you respond with a slap on the arm.

“i’m telling johnny to bring over beer.” you’re texting a group chat with you and the other 127 members. you’re only dating jaehyun, yet sometimes it feels like you’re dating all of them with how close you are. plus, gossiping with jungwoo about your boyfriend is always fun. with him being his roommate, you both often share similar struggles.

he rolls his eyes, stretching over to wrap his arms around your waist. he peers over your shoulder to look at your screen. “please, (name). you’re the lightest lightweight i’ve ever met. who are you telling to bring over drinks? you’re like a baby.”

“fuck you.”

“i think it’s the other way around, but i’d gladly let you order me around~” he flirts.

you shove a pillow in his face as you fire off a text.

after ordering pizza, tteokbokki, and fried chicken, your dinner is nearly complete. the boys were coming over soon, with johnny being in charge of drinks, jungwoo in charge of takeout, and donghyuck in charge of entertainment. you had a nintendo switch jaehyun had gifted you two years ago, and you intended on making full use of it tonight.

(plus, you have yet to beat yuta at super smash bros. today is going to be that day.)

you had finished clearing the table for the food before you notice jaehyun’s sleeping frame on the couch. you’re about to walk over and reprimand him for being unproductive, but seeing how tired and peaceful he looks stops you. instead, you grab a blanket from your room and drape it over him.

you’re about to walk away and grab water bottles for everyone when you feel something tugging your hand. craning your neck, you smile at jaehyun’s hooded eyes laced with sleep. “c’mere,” he murmurs.

water bottles can wait, then. you pat jaehyun’s side, and he scoots over to allow room for you. as you slot yourself in his arm, spreading a leg across his, he makes a noise of satisfaction, eyes fluttering close. “someone’s tired,” you observe, pushing the mop of black bangs obscuring his eyes. “did practice run late?”

he avoids your gaze. “no, i spent the night playing uno with johnny, ten, and mark,” he admits.

you laugh. “must have been intense. i bet you were so burnt out from uno,” you sympathize with sarcasm. “but in general, don’t overexert yourself, okay? i know you’ve been busy, but you need to remember to take care of yourself.”

jaehyun nods, but a yawn rips out of his chest. you give him a knowing look, one that reads what did i say? which causes him to laugh. “yes sir,” he lazily responds.

“as tired as you may be, don’t go falling asleep on me now. the others are going to be here soon. what would they think, the guest of honor asleep at his own party?” you chuckle, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on his forehead.

he beams at the gesture. “give me more kisses and i’ll think about it,” he coaxes.

usually you don’t give in to his bratty demands, but seeing how tired he is reminds you of the accomplishments he’s achieved in the past year. a kiss is the least you could down. you lean down, breath fanning his lips, and he closes his eyes in contentment.

a few seconds pass, but the kiss never comes. when jaehyun opens his eyes, he’s surprised to see you’re no longer by his side, instead standing by the door. “that’s one way of telling a guy to come and get it,” he sighs, sitting up. he wearily rubs his eyes, blurry eyes watching you.

“sorry jae, taeil-hyung just texted saying they’re here,” you apologize. he sighs, eventually standing up after a few moments of stretching.

just as you had said, knocks resonate throughout your home, signalling their arrival. you peek through the peephole to verify their identities and sure enough, all nine other members stand outside, arms loaded. you undo the chain lock and swing the door open, greeting everyone.

“thanks for having us,” taeyong smiles, stepping into your home. everyone else echoes his message, but it comes out mumbled, like they hadn’t thought of saying anything until taeyong. the power a leader has, you suppose.

“no problem. here, let me grab some of the food.” you scurry over to jungwoo and mark, whose arms were loaded with the takeout you ordered.

as you grab a box of pizza from mark, johnny slaps you on the back. you nearly lurch forward and drop the pizza; if you had, johnny would be first on your hit list. “so jaehyun finally told you?” he asks with a grin.

“thank god. he spent days talking about ways to tell you, knowing how excited you’d be,” sicheng snorts, slipping off his shoes.

you laugh, especially when you see jaehyun spluttering in embarrassment. “you could’ve fooled me. all he did was waltz in and drop the news after he nearly fell asleep. made me feel like a proud parent and everything.”

“you may feel like one now, but wait until you watch him act. just going to be lots of cringing and teasing,” doyoung sneers, elbowing his shoulder.

yuta rolls his eyes. “like you’re one to talk, mr. lead actor.”

your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. “lead actor?!” doyoung laughs, answering your question. “good for you, hyung!”

jaehyun narrows his eyes. “why do you look more amazed at his news than mine?!”

i’m not a lightweight, you told yourself. i can handle whatever yuta throws at me, you told yourself.

you were sorely mistaken.

jaehyun notices this too, seeing you sway in your seat. he chuckles at the sight; you were never able to hold your liquor, and when you got drunk, you were quite the spontaneous drinker to deal with. one time you had drank so much that you cried over cute things, like when sicheng showed you a picture of his dogs. or the one time you were a man on a mission, flirting with all of the members. needless to say, that led to a very interested jaemin and a very pouty jaehyun.

you had initially planned on just sticking to soda, but yuta had wanted to make things more interesting and challenged you to a game of super smash bros. each time the loser lost, they would have to down a can of beer. despite your inability to hold your liquor, it activated your competitive nature. but of course, yuta is crazy good at any games he suggests, completely demolishing you with lucina. no matter which character you chose, you were just no match against him.

after several fruitless attempts, you’re seated between taeil and sicheng, who seem way too interested in the tteokbokki to notice your behavior. everyone else seems occupied, too; johnny, yuta, jungwoo, and donghyuck are playing mario kart 8, taeyong and mark are immersed in yet another one of their deep, contemplative conversations, and doyoung’s watching the whole scene unfold, supervising everyone (probably to ensure nothing ends up in flames). on the other hand, jaehyun’s sitting on your sofa, alternating between watching the four men in front of your television screaming and you in your tipsy state. he decides to stick with the latter.

eventually you lift your eyes up and make eye contact with jaehyun, who responds with a wink. seeing you flush and look away has his chest swelling with giddiness; you’re just too cute sometimes. the table isn’t far from the sofa, so he can hear any conversation that goes on there. he watches as you take another sip of your can, eyes shifting back and forth from the television and to him. you stare at him for a bit longer, eyes canvassing his face, his posture, his thoughts.

it seems sicheng notices your staring, sitting back down and nudging your shoulder. “what’s so interesting that it’s gotten your attention?” he asks, purposefully raising his voice so jaehyun can hear.

you flush at how loud he is, lazily putting a finger to your lips. “shhh, i’m staring at the pretty boy there.” you point your chin towards jaehyun, who pretends to not see. you’ve never been subtle when you were drunk, but telling you that would just lead to you loudly slurring your arguments. “do you know if he’s dating anyone?”

jaehyun nearly spits out his beer. of all the times you’ve gotten drunk, you’ve never once forgotten that you were his boyfriend - if anything, you were all too eager to prove just how much you belonged to him. he’s not sure whether to feel startled or amused.

sicheng chooses the latter, a smirk forming. “yeah, he has a boyfriend,” he tells you. jaehyun hopes you’ll realize that you’re the boyfriend in question, but seeing how you deflate like a balloon, he guesses not. he questions how much you’ve had to drink.

you slide off of your chair, pouting. “of course a guy as attractive as him has a boyfriend. i’m not surprised,” you grumble, crossing your arms. jaehyun can’t help the amused smirk that makes its way on his face. watching you envy yourself for being his boyfriend is very amusing.

sicheng must feel the same, stifling his laughter. “don’t look so bitter, (name). his boyfriend’s a good guy.”

you pout, crossing your arms. “well, i bet i can treat him ten times better! pretty boy there doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” you boast, standing up.

sicheng can only watch in amusement as you stagger towards the kitchen. if only you knew how strange that statement was. “if you’re so confident about that, then what are you doing? planning on hiding in the kitchen to wallow on your sorrows?” he teases.

“i’m not!” you protest. “i’m just going to get some water because i’m dizzy as fuck and possibly cry about how single i am.” you mumble the last part, though because sicheng has uncanny hearing, he probably heard, if the smirk on his lips is anything to go by.

jaehyun decides it’s time to intercept, because as amusing as things were, he hoped you weren’t actually going to cry about being single, especially since you had no reason to. he stops by the dining table where taeil and sicheng are. “so i heard you and (name) were talking about me.”

sicheng snorts, rolling his eyes. “just because we said pretty boys doesn’t mean we were talking about you.”

though unaware of the topic, taeil leans in, chewing on a mouthful of pizza. “yeah, for all we know, he could be talking about me!” he chirps. he’s met with an annoyed glare from sicheng (though both of them can see him stifling his laughter), which he responds with an air kiss. typical taeil.

“well, i’m going to check up on him. i’ll leave you two lovebirds alone for now,” he teases. taeil looks a little too happy at the joke, whereas sicheng threatens to stab him with a fork. it’s amusing watching their reactions, considering how everyone around them already knows that they’re dating. those two just haven’t admitted anything yet.

he follows you into the kitchen, though you don’t seem to notice, too busy pouring yourself a glass of cold water. “(name),” he greets.

you jump in surprise, nearly spilling water on yourself. when you turn to face jaehyun, your confident nature immediately disappears, quickly replaced with one of bashfulness. “you know me?” you ask, in awe of how said pretty boy could possibly recognize you.

if only you knew just how well he knew you, he thinks to himself. instead, he decides to play along; you’re obviously too drunk to realize how silly this seems. “i do,” he hums, patting your shoulder. he isn’t sure if your red cheeks are from the alcohol or him, though he hopes for the latter. he never gets less prideful when you get all shy because of him.

hoping to maintain the confident facade you had earlier, you quickly clear your throat, looking away. “how can i help you?” you ask, taking a sip of your water.

“well, i was hoping if we could talk in a more... private area?” he asks.

you nearly spit out your water, eyes the size of saucers. he has to stop himself from laughing, afraid the drunk you would get the wrong impression. “just to talk, that’s all. it’s kind of loud here, don’t you think?”

the screams from the living room (which are mainly from johnny and donghyuck and the occasional ones of distress from taeyong) and the volume of the television are evidence enough, so you nod in agreement. “yeah, sure.”

“perfect. let’s go then~” jaehyun laces your fingers together before you can say anything, and your ears are practically fuming with smoke. you’re too distracted by his touch to question how he knows where your bedroom is. when you both enter your room, he flops down on your bed, patting the empty spot beside him. at this, you gasp, scandalized and very flustered. he chuckles at how shy you’ve gotten, shaking his head. “my my (name), get your head out of the gutter. we’re not going to do anything... unless you want to,” he flirts.

jaehyun never tries to take advantage of you, especially when you’re not sober. but when the sober you would throw pillows (or anything that wouldn’t actually hurt him) at him for flirting with you, the drunk you would always fire back with equally flirty remarks, or the shy you would just splutter in embarrassment. he can’t help it, spewing sweet nothings to you - you’re just too fun to mess with for him to not to, especially when you’re drunk.

reluctantly you place your water on your bedside table and lower yourself beside him, heart thumping erratically. he chuckles at how timid you are, a stark contrast from the snarky (name) that he knows so well. he turns to face you, both of your faces only centimetres apart. the smell of alcohol lingers on both of you, though it isn’t as prominent on him as it is on you. he makes a mental note to ask yuta how much you’ve had.

you squeak at how close you two are, hands flying to cover your face. “you have a boyfriend,” you whisper. you’re undeniably flustered, but you would rather die than be known as a homewrecker!

his laugh startles you, even more so when he presses a hand to the small of your back. you look like you’ve committed a heinous crime, potentially causing an attractive man like jaehyun to cheat on his boyfriend. the statement is so abusrd though, considering how you’re the boyfriend in question. “i do, you are right. he won’t be mad at me, though,” he hums, leaning in so close your noses would touch if it weren’t for the makeshift barrier you’ve made from your hands. you flush red in embarrassment, hiding your eyes behind your hands. if you make eye contact with him, you’re sure you’re going to melt into a puddle.

“even if he didn’t mind, i don’t think we should be doing this. i know i wouldn’t be happy if my boyfriend did this,” you whisper.

jaehyun sure is having a field day with this. you’re too flustered and worried to notice the pure look of adoration he’s giving you. “call it a hunch,” he says. “i promise you, he won’t be mad at this.”

“why?”

“you’ll find out tomorrow.” he pauses as a yawn rips out of his chest. “i’m really tired, so i’m going to sleep. the boys probably won’t quiet down on my account, anyways. you can always go back to them if you want, though,” he offers. a small part of him hopes for you to stay and cuddle with him, but judging how you’re so sure he has a boyfriend who would be absolutely devastated for literally sleeping with another man and how you have no knowledge of where you stand, he wouldn’t be surprised if you left.

what does surprise him, though, is when you stay rooted in your spot on the bed. “i’m tired, too,” you say.

jaehyun smiles so sweetly, the one that has his eyes dripping with honey, that your hands fly up to cover your face again. his boyfriend must be lucky to see that sight all of the time, you bitterly think to yourself. still, even if you’re not sure why he’s flirting with you or where you stand, you decide to savor every moment that you get to spend with him. even if you don’t really know who pretty boy is, he’s sweet and kind. plus, only a fool would cover their eyes when someone as beautiful as him lays before you.

he moves an arm to pat your thigh when he freezes in midair, remembering how he’s supposed to have a boyfriend to stay loyal to (even though he’s right in front of him). he retracts his arm and instead pulls your blanket to cover your lower bodies. “goodnight, (name),” he hums, shutting his eyes.

before jaehyun can begin the long process of trying to fall asleep, he feels you tug at his t-shirt. cracking an eye open, he sees you laying before him, staring at him with curious eyes and red cheeks. oh no, now he’s really tempted to kiss you. you’re impossibly adorable, seeing how vulnerable and curious you are. “yes?” he hums, trying to stay awake. the effects from last night’s uno matches have really begin to take a toll on him.

“i don’t think i’ve gotten the chance to ask, but may i know your name?” you ask.

jaehyun chuckles. he’s flirted with you and is even sleeping in the same bed as you, yet he’s forgotten the basic courtesy that is introductions. he didn’t think he would’ve needed it, considering how you’re his boyfriend. but then again, you’ve forgotten that you are his boyfriend. “my name’s yoonoh, but you can call me jaehyun or jae.”

no one actually calls him jae except for you. it’s a short and simple nickname that you have for him, nothing endearing. but because it’s something that only you call him, even though there isn’t a meaning to it, he’s grown fond of the way it sounds leaving your lips. which is why hearing it from anyone that isn’t you only leaves a weird taste on his tongue.

you’re so drunk you don’t even remember jaehyun, nor who he is to you, so it isn’t surprising that you stick with jaehyun instead. he doesn’t mind though, because he knows when you’re sober again he’ll hear you calling him jae and cuddling into him and doing all of the coupley things he wasn’t able to do tonight.

wow, jaehyun really is a lovesick fool. it’s only been one night of not being able to cuddle or kiss you, but he feels like he’s missed a whole eternity of them. he really isn’t sure how he’s lived before you came into his life.

for an hour, you pester jaehyun on how you two became acquainted and who you were to him. he indulged you, of course, purposefully skipping over the part of you becoming boyfriends and doing things that friends definitely didn’t do. his stories seem to be an effective way of getting you to sleep, because in the middle of a story of how a pair of swapped backpacks led to your relationship, you’re lulled to sleep, tired hands clutching onto his t-shirt.

he can only chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss on your nose. you’ll sure be in for a storm when you sober up tomorrow morning.

your jaw drops as you stare at the video on doyoung’s phone. it’s of you and sicheng, and right now you can only watch in horror as you pester him for information on the pretty boy you were so interested in last night. you have no recollection of last night’s events, though watching the video makes you glad you don’t. the problem is, the boys were there to witness them, even recording evidence of it on their phones. you’ve already seen pictures that johnny and taeyong have taken from when you and jaehyun were cuddling in your bed.

“please tell me that isn’t me,” you whisper, utterly mortified.

mark pats your shoulder in sympathy. “that’s you, all right.”

at his confirmation, you groan, burying your face in your hands. doyoung and donghyuck are cackling at your demise, with sicheng reciting your complaints word from word to a very amused johnny and yuta.

“...and then he was like well, i bet i can treat him ten times better! pretty boy there doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” sicheng mimics, purposefully raising his voice an octave higher as he mocks you. out of embarrassment, you reach for a pillow on your couch and fling it at him. unlike jaehyun, he’s very good at dodging, proven when he ducks. instead, the pillow smacks yuta square in the face. he throws it back at you with even more force.

you duck, the pillow smacking an unsuspecting jaehyun. he really is horrible at dodging things - how shameful. “what the hell was that for?” he splutters, picking it up from the floor.

you turn to face him, eyebrows furrowed with annoyance. “you watched me make an utter fool out of myself, and you didn’t once try to do anything about it?” you hiss.

jaehyun frowns in confusion until doyoung dangles his phone in front of his face. when he watches the video, his face eventually contorts to one of amusement. “oh, that.”

your face is red with embarrassment. “yeah, that! like seriously? where is your loyalty? do you not care about my well being? you know how vicious these monsters can be!” you whine, gesturing at the said nine monsters behind you.

he nonchalantly shrugs, though you can see the corners of his lips threatening to curl into a smirk. “i do, but you were just too cute, seeing you all flustered. what about my own well being, huh? seeing you like that isn’t good for my heart,” he coos.

your heart leaps, but you mask it by smothering his face with a pillow. “you’re the worst,” you grumble.

“you act like you don’t like it, but i know you do~” he retaliates, albeit muffled from the pillow.

behind you two stands nine other boys, obviously unimpressed. watching you two engage in petty banter is always amusing, but not when it makes you flustered and encourages jaehyun to flirt with you like the cheesy, lovesick fool he is. “they’re so gross,” donghyuck gags.

johnny nods in agreement. “let’s get out of here before they start fucking on the counter.”

at johnny’s comment, you turn away from jaehyun so fast you swear you hear your neck crack. “do you have no filter?!” you shriek, exasperated.

with your guard down, jaehyun takes this as a chance to wrap his arms around your waist. a noise of surprise leaves your throat as he places his chin on your shoulder. “you’re so mean, (name). i liked the shy you a lot better~” he hums.

the other boys don’t even blink. “we’re going to leave now before things get bloody. good luck, (name),” taeyong says, saluting you.

jaehyun’s already tugging at the hem of your shirt and peppering your neck with kisses by the time the boys leave.

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peaches-writes · 3 years

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a hundred days of seo - of all places (pt. 1)

member: changbin but this part is dedicated to besties hyunlix bc i said so wc: 1.2k genre: fluff, angst, enemies to lovers au, roommates to lovers au, childhood friends to lovers au, neighbor au, college au, eventual friends to lovers au, slow burn, some besties seunghyunlix action hehe chapter warnings: explicit language, mentions of alcohol note: anon! the roommates part comes later pinky promise!

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“If you guys really love me—” You groan exaggeratedly with furrowed brows, climbing up your wonkiest living room chair with a broom in your hand and violently tapping the ceiling with its handle end. In front of you, your two best friends are quick to approach closer with their hands outstretched in your direction in surprise and worry—Hyunjin, in particular, going as far as letting out a dramatic cry for you to come down which you simply ignore in your annoyance. “If you idiots care about my well-being, you wouldn’t go to this stupid party or, better yet, you would’ve made him take it somewhere else in the first place!”

“But it’s Changbin’s birthday! As much as you’re our friend, he’s also our friend.” Felix pouts, cautiously taking two more steps closer to you and placing his hands around the chair’s head rest to steady you. “And it’s not that wild this time, just close friends!”

You fiercely glare down at the younger boy, making him gulp and flinch. Gesturing up to your ceiling and the muffled rock music, you then ask, “This is ‘just close friends’? Whatever, I don’t care! I need to study in peace and this isn’t helping me at all!” You protest, hitting the ceiling a few more times for good measure before jumping down the chair. Felix jumps as well and tightens his grip on the chair, scolding you under his breath for being reckless while Hyunjin finally beelines closer to your side and asks you if you’re okay. “Ya, Hwang Hyunjin, don’t you need to study too? We’re in the same Lit class!”

“We’ve been studying the whole day, dumbass. We’ve literally studied the whole syllabus down for today! Tsk. Chill...” He points out, dusting off the imaginary dirt off of your pajamas in between warning you not to jump off chairs again. “Anyway, why don’t you just go with us? I saw the invite on your DMs! Just swipe a drink and go or something. You look like you need it—“

You redirect your glare at him who doesn’t waver, clearly your longer friend between him and Felix. “I have other things to do and we’re not friends. That jerk and I, I mean.” You grit stubbornly between your teeth. “He’s just stuck to me like a leech because of you two and Seungmin.”

“What’s worse is that he’s my neighbor starting this semester,” You quickly add before Hyunjin could argue back with another one of his bratty remarks. “I’ve seriously had enough of this guy. I’m definitely not giving myself more headache to go on his stupid birthday party!”

“But it’s free drinks?” Felix tries this time with a raised brow, making you slap a hand to your forehead.

“No. I already told you: the drinks aren’t worth it if it’s him offering.” You shake your head firmly, groaning and rolling your eyes when the muffled music intensifies above your heads as if in dramatic cue.

“Why aren’t you even friends in the first place?” Hyunjin huffs, crossing his arms as if challenging you. “Seungmin won’t say anything, Changbin always changes the subject, and you’re always mad whenever we do as much as inhale to say Changbin’s name.”

The question sets you off even more, making you groan. “Just because! I really don’t like him, that’s all you need to know!” Sighing in defeat, you then push the two away from you and towards the direction of your door. “Ugh, I guess you three have chosen to be traitors to me tonight. Say hi to Seungmin for me if he turns up, I guess. He hasn’t dropped by so he’s probably gonna be late from tutoring or something. Damn it...”

“Y/N!!!” The two pout at the same time, not even making efforts to stop you from pushing them across the floor and out of your mini communal area.

“Don’t be mad, please.” Felix adds with his best puppy eyes.

“We’ll tell Changbin to turn it down, then, swear!” Hyunjin adds after, nodding along with Felix in agreement. “And we’ll be civil tonight! Less drinks for us and no drunk stopovers here later, promise—“

“You said that a month ago at Changbin’s housewarming part 1 then two weeks ago at Changbin’s housewarming part 2. Not to mention when you stupidly stopped by my house drunk off your ass both ti—“

“Yeah, yeah, but that’s why Felix’s gonna remind me this time! Geez, Y/N.” Hyunjin frowns, flicking your forehead before pushing himself off of you and walking to the entrance on his own. “But swear, it’ll be as quiet as the campus library in a moment! We’ll really tell Changbin!”

“I wouldn’t even count on it at this point.” You sigh, directing Felix down to your apartment entrance to retrieve his shoes. “Just go, get out of my house. Happy birthday, Changbin or whatever.”

“You want us to pass that along?” Felix’s eyes immediately brighten optimistically while yours blow comically wild in disagreement. As you open your mouth to protest against it, the boy then wears his shoes back on and makes a run for your door. “Okay, Y/N, I’ll text you later what he’ll say!”

“Felix, no!” You call out for him helplessly, approaching Hyunjin who follows along haphazardly. “Ya! Ya! You fucking traitors!”

The music surprisingly quiets down when you hear Hyunjin’s loud voice upstairs three minutes later.

The soft ping of your phone over an hour later reminds you of the pain seeping up your neck from looking down on your notes, making you reposition yourself in front of your work desk as more follow in quick succession. Picking up your phone, you immediately hold it away from your lamp as the screen brightens with each message from your best friend.

seungmo: how’s the party?

seungmo: running v late!

seungmo: im walking to ur place now tho !!!

seungmo: soojin gave me a headache today w her homework 😭😭

seungmo: but yeah u & changbin aren’t killing each other yet right?

seungmo: pls don’t

Sighing, you quickly cap your pen in your other hand and type in a quick reply.

y/n: i didn’t go

y/n: i actually feel even better now that i didn’t seeing as you still aren’t there

seungmo: why not?

seungmo: i thought you were coming???

seungmo: that’s why i’m coming?

seungmo: dude we talked abt this

seungmo: ur like neighbors now it’s rude if u don’t greet him at least once

seungmo: & u opened the DM from jisung too so???

y/n: y would i go? i hate changbin

y/n: doesn’t mean we’re neighbors now means that i have to greet him we can just co-exist until he gets kicked out or something

When Seungmin uncharacteristically doesn’t lecture you over text about being civil and polite right after, you set your phone down with a scoff on the quick conclusion that he’s probably caught up with crossing the street or the lack of cell service on your building elevator. Sinking in your chair, you look up to the ceiling once, threatening to shake with the heavy bass reverberating from its other side, and heave a long sigh.

Of all places, you think to yourself in frustration as you then proceed to close your books and notebooks with a sudden migraine creeping up from the back of your head. Of all places, he just had to move here!

You look over your phone once more as you then stand up from your seat and finish clearing your desk, frowning when no more messages pop up.

The intercom across the hall, however, decides ping after.

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birdwonder · 4 years

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Sorry, I’m impulsive. Just saw the head cannons for the reader who likes to paint for Josuke and they introduce them to Rohan. Could I please get a scenario for that. I just thought it’d be hilarious, and hopefully Josuke and/or the reader don’t die.

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JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA | ARTIST

“C’mon, c’mon, babe! You gotta meet him,” your boyfriend, Josuke, urged on, ushering you towards a large and expensive looking house, putting your own home and all your possessions combined to shame in terms of price.

Cringing slightly, you weren’t exactly prepared to meet anyone new, especially under these circumstances. See, Josuke was a supportive boyfriend, and even best friend if you had to gloat, so when he discovered your talent in art, he instantly knew that he wanted to encourage you and show off your skills to world.

Much to your disgruntlement, this meant that he wanted you to meet a ‘friend’ of his, one that he had never mentioned before, which was bizarre seeing as Josuke was an open book and spoke a lot about his times with Okuyasu, Koichi and even Jotaro. You had to wonder why this friend of his was never mentioned before... Perhaps a conversation just never led up to it?

“Josuke, I love you but I don’t think this is necessary,” you calmly told him, soft eyes glancing at him as he momentarily stuttered over your small declaration and reminder of love. For the sake of his ego and ‘cool guy’ persona, he played it off by coughing and ran a hand over his pompadour, chuckling.

“Love you too baby, but you gotta trust me. This would make me super happy.” Josuke then wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side as he gave you a cute and desperate look, faking a pout alongside it, “don’t you want to see me happy?”

You frowned at that. Of course you did! It was just that you had never met this person before, and here you were with your sketchbook involuntarily in Josuke’s free hand, about to show off your art that you were so self conscious about despite receiving many compliments for it.

The taller male rested his cheek on the top of your head momentarily. “Plus, if you do this for me, I’ll buy you your favourite snack from the store!” Ah, that drove the bargain in.

You gave a nod that meant ‘deal’ and Josuke gave one back, removing both his arm and cheek from being in contact from you so that he could approach the door of the grand house and knock on it three times.

Gulping, you hadn’t expected the door to open so soon to reveal a fairly tall and slim figure, one that had a curious headband on and noticeable green hair brushed to the side. His gaze on you was hard and emotionless, probably because you were a total stranger, yet once he caught glimpse of Josuke, he started to look annoyed.

“What do you want?” The man questioned, opening his door from being somewhat ajar to widening it completely so that he was fully revealed. What an odd fashion sense...

Josuke, with a much brighter grin than you usually saw him wear, waved a hand before placing it on your shoulder, greeting the stranger with so much fever you could have been fooled the two of them were closer than brothers, if not for the man’s strangely angry aura, “Rohan sensei! We were just in the neighbourhood and I was thinking that it was about time you met my girlfriend, [F/N]!”

Rohan, at least you assume that was his name, suddenly raised his brows in surprise and sharply turned to look down at you, giving you a once over examine before smiling in peculiar, mischievous way. “I see, well a pleasure to meet you, Miss [F/N], what a shame it took us so long to be introduced.”

“Oh, hello to you too Mr Rohan! It’s nice to meet you too,” you responded in a structured manner, not knowing what to say outside of basic niceties.

Luckily, Josuke saved you in the most painful way by flipping open your sketchbook, a smug look on his face. “She’s an artist like you, y’know? But her art is ten times better, I mean can you do this?” He boasted on your behalf, causing you to gasp with embarrassment.

“Josuke, you can’t just say that-!”

The older artist raised a brow at your work. Bending down, he analysed the page with a hand on his chin and even lifted it the inspect another one or too. You could only cover your face to hide yourself from the shame as he did so, afraid of any insults that may come your way.

“See, aren’t they the best? Like a real pro-” Josuke was then cut off by Rohan straightening himself again and talking over the teen, looking down at you with a much softer smile than he had ever seen.

“Yes, they are fantastic indeed!” The praise had you peeking from in-between your fingers and up at the green haired male, who took both of your hands into his own, catching you off guard. “If I wasn’t an independent artist, I would have you work for me as an editor or something of the sort. We could spend hours together over our passions!”

This made Josuke splutter and reel back, the sketch book he once gripped with care now almost slipping out of his grasp. Just what the hell was happening? Was Rohan Kishibe actually being nice, to his girlfriend of all people?

What made things worse was that your naïvity made it so you didn’t notice the advancements that your boyfriend saw as flirting, so you only giggled and smiled politely with gratefulness within you.

“You’re so sweet Rohan, sir! I would love to see your art at some point,” you beamed, “if that’s alright with you.”

In reply, Rohan continued to give you a warm smile and brought your hands closer to his chest, making you take a step forward towards him; Josuke almost choking at the sight, a wonder that he wasn’t only seeing red. “Of course, cher. Why don’t you come by one day and we can show each other our works properly, one on one?”

The usually out going and laidback stand user was going crazy. You might not have been able to see it, but Rohan every now and then would side glance towards him with such a malevolent glint in his eyes and a cocky upturn of the mouth that he wanted to use Crazy Diamond to send him the damn moon. Or the hospital.

The man was even using some weird french words! Since when was such an anti-social guy so smooth? Josuke was even starting to think that his usual terms of endearment for you were paling in comparison. Did you even like being called ‘baby’ or ‘his girl?’ It was probably way too cheesy and not at all sophisticated for a great gal like you...

‘Damn it, you know that isn’t true! She loves those names, or else she wouldn’t get so worked up over them!’ Josuke yelled at himself mentally, shaking his head side to side furiously before slapping his cheeks with the palm of his hands, trying to clear his mind. Luckily, though also sadly, his silent motivation went unnoticed by the chattering artists.

“This was lovely, Rohan sensei, but I think it’d be best if Josuke and I left now, we’ve already taken so much of your time.” Your statement made your boyfriend quickly shake his head in agreement, so fast that a few strands of hair probably came loose from his excessively combed pompadour.

The manga artist continued to glance over at his mortal enemy, as he proclaimed dramatically in his head, with a horribly amused look and spoke to you with a sickening sweet tone, “oh it’s no matter, it led me to meet such a lovely young lady. Please, visit again some time, dear.”

Your hands were still gently held in his and they were slowly being raised to his lips, Rohan’s head bobbing down to plant a kiss upon your knuckles. You were none the wiser to the gesture you were about to receive, however time seemed to move in a painfully slow way for Josuke. Oh heeeell no.

Before Rohan’s lips could even brush your hands, the said man was shoved to the side harshly by Josuke nudging him away in a seemingly casual manner, your sketchbook suddenly handed to you so that you could be picked dup bridal style.

“[F/N] is right, we’ve overstayed our welcome! Thanks Rohan sensei, you were a real one,” Josuke loudly proclaimed, sending a glare to the fallen man who was rubbing his back and returning the salty expression back, “if you don’t mind, we’re going to go on a date now, so hope you don’t feel too lonely over here.”

While you were covering your face with your sketchbook, due to the embarrassment of being held like a newly wed wife in public, the two men continued to give each other menacing looks that had clear messages such as, ‘don’t mess with me’ or ‘she’s mine, back off.’

“Don’t mention it...” Rohan sourly mumbled, Josuke now walking away from the porch and the house.

Josuke, still brimming with some anger, bit the inside of his cheek to help calm himself down, which was a challenge not even a stand could help him. The hell was Rohan’s problem? He knew that guy was too sketchy for his own good, pun not intended.

“Sweetie,” you piped up from his arms, sketchbook now hugged to your chest and doe-like eyes looking up, “if you were jealous, you know that nothing like me and Rohan would ever happen, right?”

Your assurance was surprising. Had you noticed your senior’s ploy to infuriate Josuke all along? You clever thing. With your words and gentle gaze, the anger he felt was quickly sweeping away with the sigh he blew out.

“I love you Josuke, and only you!”

Aaah, you were too cute! The sudden declaration made his eyes widen slightly, seeing as you were both in public and affectionate things seemed to be too bold for you in front of others, granted though the streets were moderately empty.

“Heh, I love you too babe, sorry about all of that,” he apologised, dipping down slightly to place a peck on your head head. It seemed that was a little too much still, so you pushed his head away with a squeak, making him chuckle.

“Ok, ok! Now put me down, this is too much.” As per your request, you were set down carefully, thankful that you weren’t in such a helpless position anymore. That didn’t stop Josuke from wrapping his arm around your shoulders though.

With you pulled close to his side, Josuke was calm once more and he could easily tell Rohan to ‘suck it’ as he knew that no matter what, you’d be his girl and only his, and that he’d spoil and praise you to no end because that’s what you deserved.

The two of you exchanged a smile, laughing between yourselves at nothing. “You know, I think you mentioned a date back there. I know it was just a excuse but if you want maybe we could...” You trailed off, hoping that your boyfriend would take the obvious hint.

Of course, he did, and he had no hesitation in fulfilling your wish.

“Say no more, how does ice cream and cake sound?”

“Just perfect,” you confirmed, sketchbook in one hand and Josuke’s now in another.

#josuke higashikata #josuke x reader #rohan kishibe #jjba x reader #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #x reader #request

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maybemarvelbaby · 5 years

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Freckle

A/N: So, this is my first work on tumblr, I hope you enjoy it! <3

Paring: soulmate!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Strong Language, Angst, Fluff

AU: Soulmate (tattoo)

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(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/H/T) = Your Hometown

(Y/H/C) (Y/E/C) = Your Hair/Eye Colour

Everyone has a tattoo that they are born with, well almost everyone. There are a few unlucky souls who are born without the privledge of the universe giving them a permanent marking. ‘What is the importance of a silly tattoo?’ You may be asking, well it’s a lot more important than you might think.

In this world, people are born with two halves. One is you and the other, your soulmate. If you are fortunate enough to be given a soulmate (although it is more uncommon to not have one) you will bear a unique tattoo somewhere on your body. The only copy of said tattoo with be on the body of your soulmate in the same place that it is on you.

You’ve lived your whole life wondering where your tattoo was, that was until your parents broke the news to you. You didn’t have one.

Needless to say, you were devastated. You had spent almost 15 years of your life assuming your tattoo was somewhere you couldn’t see it, but it wasn’t anywhere on you. It crushed you to know that all of the fantasies you had about meeting your soulmate would never come true. But, as time went on, you learned that it was okay. That there are other people without a soulmate that still need love, so you decided that the universe had actually blessed you, instead of giving you a curse.

Three years after you discovered you had no soulmate, you had finally accepted it, and decided to find someone like you.

“(Y/N)!! Come sit over here!!” The calls from your best friend, Michelle Jones (though everyone called her MJ), echoed across the cafeteria, snapping you from your thoughts. You quickly made your way across the cafeteria to sit next to her.

You and MJ had been friends since diapers, until in the third grade when she moved from (Y/H/T) to Queens. You two still communicated often and your parents set up countless play dates.

Needless to say, you were estastic when your father landed a new job in Queens and received the news that your little family of four would be moving there. Your little sister, on the other hand, was not as excited. She had just found her soulmate, they had a matching set of white daisies tattooed on the back of their right hands, and she was not too keen on leaving her. Though family came first, and she had to leave her love behind.

“Hey MJ! It’s been what, like, 6 months since we last hung out?” You asked, easily striking up a conversation.

“Yeah, now that you live here though, hanging out won’t be as expensive.” She laughed at her own joke, the laughter soon doubling as you remembered how expensive it was to get plane tickets once a month.

“I’m so glad I’m here.” You smiled.

“Me too, oh! By the way, I want you to meet a few people.” Her eyebrows lifted and her eyes grew wide as a big smile etched across her face. She turned your attention to the three boys that sat across you.

“Hey there! I’m Jason. MJ has told us a lot about you, it’s good to finally put a face to the name.” The first boy said, his blonde hair and blue eyes barely catching your attention as soon as he stuck his hand out. You noticed a small rose tattooed across his upper arm. You gasped when you noticed the familiar sight.

“Oh my god! MJ! You didn’t tell me you found your soulmate!” You exclaimed, faking frustration with your friend. She scoffed and rolled her eyes affectionately.

“Yeah that’s him, now hurry up and meet the other two.” She replied.

The second boy perked his head up and smiled widely in your direction, the outline of a thin heart, full of complex designs was located right below his jaw.

“Hi! I’m Ned.” He said extending his hand like the boy before him did. You shook it smiling.

“(Y/N), nice to meet you.”

The last boy was seemingly distracted by whatever he was writing in his little notebook. A small, black spider marking sat on his left thumb. Ned noticed the boy’s lack of attention to the current situation and nudged his friend in the side, before nodding his head in your direction.

“O-oh, sorry. Hey, umm, I’m Peter. You must be (Y/N). MJ has been crazy about you moving here all week.” He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. You smiled at him warmly and his anxiety seemed to fade.

The five of you spent the rest of lunch together, talking about god knows what and making the stupidest jokes. MJ seemed to notice the quick friendship that you and Peter managed to form, smirking lightly to herself.

Soon, the bell rang, signalling it was time to head back to classes. You stood up and walked out with MJ, the boys insisting that you two go ahead and that they will clean up the table, allowing you to get a much needed five minutes of girl time.

“So...” MJ started, “No tattoo still?”

You shook your head scoffing to yourself. “Nope.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N)... I know how bad you wanted a soulmate.” MJ said sighing.

“It’s okay, MJ. There are other people like me who don’t have one, I’m just gonna do my best to make do with what I got.”

MJ nodded, before leaning in to whisper in your ear, “Word of warning, you might wanna tattoo something on yourself with a pen or something because Flash Thompson loves to pick on people who don’t have soulmates. He’s pretty brutal about it too.”

You nodded in agreement as the two of you walked into your shared chemistry classroom, sitting at the same lab table. You pulled out a pen before quickly drawing two lines encircling the ring finger of your left hand. You showed it off the MJ.

“That’s kinda cute, honestly. Simple, but cute.” She said taking yo ur hand to admire it. Peter soon walked in and noticed the two of you, walking over to stand in front of your lab table.

“No soulmate?” He asked, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell.” He mimicked a sipping motion across his lips and you chuckled, muttering a quiet ‘thanks’ as he left to go sit at the table behind you.

Before you knew it, school was already over. It was faster than you originally thought, and you assumed it has to do something with how much fun the people you made friends with were.

Everyday you were in school for seemed to go by in the blink of an eye, and before you knew it, it was already the end of the second quarter. You and Peter’s friendship had grown fast. You learned about how he had no idea who his soulmate was, and he often seemed uncomfortable talking about soulmate business, so you often did your best to not bring it up.

Because it was almost the end of the first semester, midterms were coming up. You were a straight A student, with over a 95 in every class, except for one, Spanish. In said class, you had a 90, and it was killing you. You weren’t bad at Spanish, in fact, the language came almost naturally to you. You could write and understand it with ease. The part you had trouble with was speech. You knew how to pronounce each word and how to properly for sentences, but your teacher was a little bit over enthusiastic. He made it a point to give you a partner each week, and the two of you would have to present a little skit (spoken in Spanish of course) in front of the rest of the class. The stage-fright that you got was almost ridiculous. You would freeze up and stumble over your words, often throwing your partner off course and ending things badly for the both of you. The midterm assignment was no different.

Instead of a test, your Spanish teacher decided to pair everyone up and have them prepare a 15 minute conversation that each group would present privately to the teacher. Luckily, you managed to get the one person you trusted most in your Spanish class, Peter. He was practically fluent in the language and he didn’t give you the same anxious feeling when he was around you.

The two of you decided that it may be a good idea to head to his apartment after school and begin working on the project. So, that’s exactly what you did.

The two of you raced to his apartment complex, and you beat his to the elevator, holding onto the wall so you could steady yourself and catch your breathe. No less than three seconds later, Peter was in the elevator, hand on the opposite wall and chest heaving. He glanced at you and the two of you make eye contact. A light laugh erupted from the both of you as you humoured yourselves at your shared childishness. The elevator opened as soon as your heart finally stopped racing, and you two went down the hall and into his apartment. A young looking woman stood in the kitchen, scraping burnt food off of a nonstick cooking pan.

“Hey Aunt May! This is (Y/N), we’re gonna be in my room practicing for our Spanish assignment.” Peter called out. Aunt May whipped her head around and a wide smile spread across her face.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Peter’s Aunt May.” She greeted.

“Hello ma’am, it’s nice to meet you. Peter talks very affectionately about you.” You replied with a polite smile, extending your hand. She blushed and chuckled.

“Honey, please. Call me May.” She chuckled, ignoring your request for a hand shake and wrapped her arms around you instead. “We don’t do handshakes, we give hugs.”

You stiffened for only a moment before relaxing and accepting the hug.

“Dinner will be ready soon, if I don’t burn it again.” She said, drawing back from the hug and allowing you and Peter to go back to his room and get to work.

“Sorry about her, she kinda touchy.” Peter chuckled nervously.

“It’s alright Peter, I don’t mind.” You replied comfortingly, a small sigh of relief escaped his lips, and you giggled.

“Let’s get to work. Shall we?” He asked, clasping his hands together.

“Sure,” you nodded, “where do you want to start?”

“Umm... I’m not sure. Why don’t we just say whatever comes to our minds in Spanish.” Peter suggested.

“Alright sure ummm.....” you tapped your index finger on your chin, thinking of what to say, “Mi pelo es (Y/H/C) y mis ojos son (Y/E/C)?”

“That’s works okay, umm... Me gustan tus ojos. Son muy bonitos.” You blushed at his words.

“Gracias. Me gusts tu cabello rizado, es muy lindo.” His cheeks flushed with pink when you spoke and he cleared his throat.

“Me gustan muchos tus labios.”

“Me gustan tus labios también.”

Peter face grew hot and he shifted nervously before speaking his next words. “¿Puedo besarte?”

Your face flushed bright red. The quiet ‘sí’ you tried to say barely left your mouth before his lips were on yours. For a moment, it felt right, until you realised that it wasn’t. You suddenly pushed his off of you. He looked back at you, eyes wide in shock.

“What the hell are we doing Peter?!” You squeaked, “What the fuck was that?! I don’t know what you’re doing but you need to cut it out, now!”

“(Y/N)... what are you talking abou-”

“No, shut it, Parker,” You snapped, regretting it slightly as he winced at the way his name left you lips. “You know I don’t have a soulmate! We both know that you do! What kind of friend are you that you lead me on like that?!”

“(Y/N)... I-I ne-”

“I don’t care Peter. I’m going to talk to Mr. Valdes tomorrow and ask to switch partners. I can’t work with you if your gonna do that shit... I’m sorry Peter. I don’t belong to you...” You grabbed your bag and grabbed te handle of the door, but before you could turn the knob, a sticky string stopped you. You whipped your head around to see Peter, looking at you determined and hopeful.

“(Y/N)... there are a couple things I have to tell you.”

You sigh, and decide maybe it was in the moment and that he just wanted to apologize or something, so you stopped fighting the web on your hand and nodding, signaling him to go on.

“Okay uh... the first one is that I uh... I am... umm...”

“Spit it out Parker!” You said, frustrated.

“I don’t have a soulmate.”

Your eyes grew wide, “W-what?”

“This isn’t my tattoo...” he stated as he grabbed a tissue and wiped the small spider tattoo off of his thumb. “I don’t have a soulmate either.”

“P-Peter... I am so sorry... I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay. I was kinda happy that you didn’t have one either... I kinda like you a lot.”

“I like you too Peter. Now, care to explain what this is?” You asked motioning to the web with your free hand.

“Oh yeah, I’m also kinda Spider-Man.”

“You’re just full of surprises aren’t you Peter Parker?” You asked affectionately. He chuckled before grabbing you left hand, since it wasn’t glued to the door knob. You looked down at them and suddenly another surprised gasp left you lips.

“Peter? What is that?” You asked, pointing to a small dot on his left thumb, under where the spider was.

“Oh, that? It’s just a freckle in think. I was born with it.” He shrugged.

“Peter... I don’t thinks that’s a freckle.” You smiled, shaking your head. His eyebrows creased in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I think that’s your tattoo.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because Peter,” you looked up again, catching his eyes in an affectionate gaze, “I have the same ‘freckle’ on my hand as well.”

An excited gasp left his lips.

“Y-you mean?”

“Yes, Peter, we are soulmates.” You laughed and his smile grew wider and he hugged you tight. He pulled back from the hug before capturing your lips in a loving kiss.

The next day at school, you told MJ all about the previous night’s events.

“Well, show me the tattoo then.” She said. You lifted up your left hand and pointed to the little black dot on your finger. She scoffed lightly and rolled her eyes affectionately.

“That is the dumbest tattoo I’ve ever seen.” She teased and you just laughed with her.

“The universe works in mysterious ways.”

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steves-on-a-plane · 5 years

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Don’t Get Attached (Pt 20)

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Words: 1426 Connor x Daughter!Reader W/ Dad!Hank Anderson Summary: Reader hits the road with Kara, Alice & Luther to find a safe place for them to hide out. It seems like they might make it to Hanks without any trouble, until they're stopped a little ways away from Hank's house.

“This one’s me.” You pointed out your car where it sat in a mostly vacant lot about half a block away from the church. You watched Alice shiver against Kara’s side as they continued to walk together. Luther loomed alertly behind all of you, Connor was at your side. He hadn’t said anything yet, but you could tell he wasn’t pleased with your decision.

“There are blankets in the car and the heat works great.” You assured Alice as you walked on.

When you reached the car, Kara ushered her daughter inside. You turned the key in the ignition and got the car started so that the heat would begin to warm up. Luther, for his part, gave the lot and the surrounding area another look around. He was suspicious of the situation, but it didn’t seem they had much of a choice other than to go with you.

“I’ll get some blankets out of the trunk!” You called to them as you popped the truck open.

“I don’t like this plan, [Y/N].” Connor confessed, now that you were alone together. “It’s dangerous.”

“I know, Connor.” You said after retrieving the blankets and slamming the trunk shut. “You’ve made it clear how you feel.” You leaned against the back of the car, still holding the blankets in your arms. “And I don’t like the idea of you going back to Cyberlife.”

“That’s different.” He told you, his jaw tightening. “I know what I’m doing. I can get in there without raising any alarms. You’re not trained for something like this. What if they stop you and start questioning you?”

“I’ve thought of that.” You assured him confidently. “I’ll tell them that Kara is my cousin. That I’ve just picked her and her husband up from the train station and we’re on our way back to Dad’s where they’re staying for a visit. They’re all in human clothes. Kara’s had her LED removed and Luther’s is covered by a ski cap. No one will suspect anything. I can do this Connor.”

“[Y/N]…I…”

“We’re running out of time, Connor. I’ve got to get on the road if I want to get to Dad’s before Markus and the others start marching and you’ve got to get to Cyberlife.” You walked away to hand the blankets off to Kara.

“I’ll call you as soon as we get home.” You promised, turning your attention back to him for a final time. You placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “For luck.” You told him with a smirk.

“My research suggests that in times of peril good-byes are usually much more romantic.” He said with a hint of forlorn in his tone.

“Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, towards school with heavy looks.” You recited for him with a wink.

“More Romeo and Juliet.” He recognized with a smile but his frown quickly returned as he remembered another passage from the play. “These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die. Like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume.”

“Hey, it’s one thing to romantically quote Shakespeare to me. It’s another to threaten me with it.” You scolded. “Dangerous or not we both know what we have to do.”

“You’ll call me as soon as you’re home?” He demanded.

“And not a second later.” You promised. You could hear police sirens in the distance. A reminder that you were running out of time. “I’ve gotta go Connor. You need your backpack.” You reached into the front passenger’s seat for the backpack that had the rest of his Cyberlife uniform inside. “Oh, and this.” You shrugged off his jacket and held it out to him.

“Keep this one warm for me?” He asked exchanging his backpack and Cyberlife jacket for the green parka he’d been wearing most of the night. “Once you get home stay inside until it’s all over.”

You nodded in agreement and slipped your arms into the sleeves of the coat. You were glad to find that it was as warm inside as Connor’s synthetic skin always was. Like his Cyberlife jacket, the coat was slightly too big for you but its warmth gave you a sense of security. It felt like Connor was holding you in his arms. With a final kiss, Connor finally stepped aside and allowed you to get into your car. He stood and watched from the parking lot as you maneuvered the car out of the lot and drove away.

“You’re not an android?” Kara accused from the backseat. You watched her place a protective arm around Alice.

“No, I’m not.” You agreed, turning your eyes from the rearview mirror and back to the road. “But you’re safe with me.”

“Are you and that android in love?” Alice asked.

“Alice!” her mother scolded. ‘It’s not polite to ask those kinds of questions.”

“It’s alright, the only way to learn something is to ask questions about it.” You told them. “Yes, Alice, Connor and I love each other.” You let the statement hang in the air for a minute. It was the first time you’d said that out loud. “My dad’s a cop and he and Connor work together. Would you like me to tell you how we met?” Alice nodded in the backseat.

So you began to tell Alice, Kara and Luther the story of how you and Connor met. You left out any of the details that might be inappropriate for a small child, like your father’s drinking habit and his too-recent-for-comfort-game-of-Russian-Roulette. Instead you decided to focus on the sweet parts of the story like your walks with Sumo, and the night you read Romeo and Juliet together. You were just about to get to the part where you acted as a getaway car from the police station when you saw blue and red lights in your rearview.

“Everyone stay calm.” You instructed. “Just act normal, they have no reason to suspect that we’re not who we say we are.” You pulled your car off to the side of the road and waited for the officer who’d pulled you over to approach. You felt relief at the sight of one of the two figures that swaggered over to you. Along with a uniformed office you didn’t know, you recognized detective Gavin Reed from your father’s precinct. From your previous encounters with him, Gavin could be thick as a post sometimes. Gavin rapped on your window, not recognizing you at first.

“License and registration please.” He said before crouching down and lowering his sunglasses. “[Y/N]? [Y/N] Anderson?”

“Hey Reed.” You greeted him politely. “You still need my license and registration?” You asked.

“It’s a formality.” He shrugged. “Got have it for everyone we stop.”

“I understand.” You nodded. You retrieved the required paperwork from your glovebox and handed it over.

“And, ah, who are your friends?” He pointed to the backseat.

“My cousin Kara, her husband Luther and their daughter Alice. We’ve been planning this visit for weeks! They were supposed to stay at my place in the center of the city but those fucking androids ruined our plans. You can’t get anywhere because of them.” You rolled your eyes. “We’re on our way to dads.”

“Your old man at home?” He pushed his shades back up the bridge of his nose. “His android gave me a fucking knock on the head, and I want to return the favor.”

“I have no idea if he’s at home, but I willing to bet he’s nowhere near that plastic fuck.” You shook your head. “Dad never wanted that thing around anyway.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He nodded before handing you back your license and registration. “You better get going. Who knows what those fucking androids are planning to do next? They’re clear!” He shouted to the uniformed office before walking back towards the patrol car. You rolled up your window and drove away.

“I can’t believe that fucking worked.” You sighed, feeling like you could breathe again for the first time in five minutes. “Sorry Alice, I’m sure your parents have taught you before that swearing is for grown-ups.”

Oh, we’re not her…” Kara began to say but after exchanging a glance with Luther she let the sentence trail off. “I guess we kind of are.” Kara smiled at the idea before launching into her own tale of how she became deviant to protect Alice from her abusive father and how they’d come to find Luther at the house of a human they thought they could trust.

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thecrystalquill · 5 years

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The Pretty French Girl

Albus Potter x Beauxbatons!Reader

Request:

A/N: Hey hey!! Thanks to @foolish-dragon for requesting this! I know this is waayy overdue and I'm so sorry it's taken me so long! I was so busy with college but thankfully now it's the holidays I have some free time. So thank you so much for your patience. I hope it was worth the wait :) Also, because of the stupid 100 block rule, I've had to do this is a couple of parts, so click the link for the next part when you’re done👍🏻

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Part 2

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"Albus, I told you to tidy your room! We've got guests coming." Harry called, honestly how is his room this messy?

Footsteps were heard coming up the stairs and Harry turned to see Albus stomping his way up. "Dad, stay out of my room - and it's not messy, it's set up so I know exactly we're everything is. If I tidied it up, how would I ever find anything?" He huffed, and besides, why did he need his room to be tidied for guests? Why should they care how his room looks?

"Just clean it up, will you?" Harry replied, shoving a basket into his son's arms for the mounds of dirty clothes. "And I need you to clear up the spare room too. Get all your things out and put the bedding on, your Mum and I already have enough to do."

"Wait, who's staying in the spare room?" Albus asked, Harry was already halfway down the stairs when he threw his hands up, exasperated.

"I told you last week - Fleur's daughter is staying for the rest of the summer."

"What? Why?"

"She's transferring, stop stalling and tidy your room."

"Fine."

After cleaning his room and getting the spare room ready, Albus went about the rest of the day wondering about their new guest and slowly building up his nerves.

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The next day, Albus came down the stairs having just thrown on sweats and a jumper. It was almost noon and he'd clearly just woken up; he still had a bed-head and was stumbling down the stairs only half-awake. Only when he was about to enter their dining room did he hear new voices.

As he walked in, he found that the seats at the table were almost full, the usually empty seats take up by new faces; and sat in his spot was a girl who looked to be about his age. She had beautiful (y/h/l) (y/h/c) hair and amazing (y/e/c) eyes, she was smiling as she made conversation with his family and she looked absolutely stunning - he hated her already.

"There you are, Albus," his Mum beckoned him over, "I hope you slept well dear." She said as he grumpily sat down in the chair next to the girl.

"Well I should think so," his Dad commented, "it's half-passed eleven!"

James Sirius slung an arm around his younger brother and smirked, "Aw go easy on him Dad, I'm just glad we had some peace down here. Maybe next time we should bolt the door closed." He jones as Albus threw his arms off and grabbed the left-over breakfast on the table and dumped it on his plate.

"Y'know what James, maybe I will." Harry replied, earning a slap up the head from his wife.

Fleur entered from the kitchen holding two glasses of fruit juice, "Good morning, Albus," she greeted as she placed a glass down in front of the girl, "I 'ave not seen you een so long, 'ow you 'ave grown!"

He smiled at her in return, not entirely sure how he's supposed to respond to that ('Thank you'? 'You too'?), he just nodded and shovelled some jams toast into his mouth.

"I do not zink you 'ave met my daughter," she continued, gesturing to the girl next to him. "Mon chéri, vhy don't you eentroduce yourself?"

The girl turned to face him fully and smiled politely. "Hello, Albus," she said, and he could instantly tell that her accent was much more practiced than her mother's, "nice to finally meet you."

Albus nodded, seeing the glare from his parents in the corner of his eye, he faked a smile back. "Yeah, nice to meet you too..."

"(Y/N)."

"(Y/N)," he cleared his throat, glancing back to his parents. "So... er, how long are you staying?" He asked as he finished his breakfast and took a sip of orange juice.

"Just until you go back to Hogwarts," Ginny answered, sending him a stern look when he was about to protest - successfully shutting him up. "She and Fleur are moving to England and there's no room at your Grandparents' right now, so we offered for her to stay here for the rest of the holidays. Hopefully, Fleur will find somewhere soon."

"Oui, zank you for letting 'ur stay, vee really appreciate eet." Fleur thanked, her daughter nodding in agreement.

Harry waved a hand, "Oh, it's no problem Fleur, really. You're welcome here anytime."

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The night after Fleur left, Albus was sat it their living room watching reruns of Friends on TV, when (Y/N)

Decided to join him on the sofa. "Hello Albus," she greeted calmly as she crossed her legs and placed her hands neatly on her lap.

He grunted in reply - Merlin, he couldn't believe he had to spend the next two weeks with her, a whole third of his summer holiday!

"What are you watching?" She asked, curiously staring at the screen.

"Friends." He replied shortly, "it's a TV show, from the 90's."

"Oh," she said, "I don't think I have heard of it."

They sat in silence for a while as they enjoyed the show, an occasional question from (Y/N) when she didn't understand a muggle-related thing.

Soon, they were watching one of Albus' favourite episodes; Monica came into Chandler's apartment with a turkey on her head - you know the one. As Joey came in and was almost frightened to death, (Y/N) started to giggle, which Albus decowas very annoying. 'Is she actually giggling?' He thought, 'Why can't she just laugh like a normal person instead of cute little giggles?'

As he rolled his eyes, James decided to intrude. "Sup little bro," he teased as he plonked himself between the two, "Whatcha watchin'?" Albus nodded his head in the direction of the Tv as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world - which it probably should be. "Oooh, Friends eh? Good choice - great show. Rachel's hot."

"Really James?" Albus commented, "That's why you watch it? Y'can't just completely ignore the beauty of the show! Six friends from different backgrounds sharing their lives and experiences and supporti--"

"I think you might like this show a bit too much, Al." James interrupted with a smirk; Albus only brought his hand to his chest and gasped in an overly-dramatic manner, an offended look on his face. Standing to leave, James grinned as he called back, "Get a life, little bro!" Albus hated when he called him that.

A few episodes later, (Y/N) had decided that it was a good time to ask questions. "So Albus, what is t like at Hogwarts?"

Shrugging, he only gave a short answer, "S'alright."

(Y/N) nodded - still feeling unsatisfied, she decided to ask another. "And you get sorted into houses, yes?"

"Oui," he replied in a slightly condescending tone.

Ignoring it, (Y/N) tried again, "And what house are you in?"

"Slytherin."

"And what qualities does Slytherin have?"

Albus shrugged, "Y'know, ambition and stuff." He mumbled, sneakily turning up the volume on the TV.

Seeing as she was getting nowhere, (Y/N) nodded and decided she'd rather ask James about her new school.

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As the days passed, Albus had decided that he definitely didn't like (Y/N) at all - one-hundred percent dislike. Nothing else. She was so annoying, with her questions and her studying and her stupid French novels; he hated how she sat with her ankles crossed, and stood straight when she walked like she was better than anyone else. He hated how she smiled at everyone she saw every morning, he hated that she was so tidy and polite, he hated her elegance and her grace and the way she spoke - but most of all, he hated how bloody perfect she was. And he found it infuriating.

Shuffling into their dining room with his hair a mess and twisted pyjamas, the boy was met with the sight of (Y/N) sat at the table, with a charms book in one hand and a slice of toast in the other. As she turned to the next page, (Y/N) looked up and met his eyes. "Good morning, Albus." She smiled cheerily, irritating him further; how can someone be so awake at nine in the morning?

"Mornin'," he replied tiredly, sitting across from her just as Lily came through and happily helped herself to the food laid out. Albus had just finished spreading marmalade on his toast when James came from behind, grabbing it from Albus' hand just and inch from his mouth l, and took a bite; messing his little brother's already un-brushed hair before swaggering to his seat with a grin.

Albus grumpily grabbed another piece of toast, glaring intensely at James, as his father grossed in - his hair sticking up in every direction and glasses lazily put on. "Mornin'," he yawned and rubbed his eyes, (Y/N) smirking at how alike he and Albus were.

Ginny entered from the kitchen, holding two mugs of tea as she made her way to her husband. Handing him a cup, Harry took a sip and wrapped an arm around her. "Is everyone ready for Hogwarts then?" Ginny asked, tired murmurs, nods, and shrugs in response. She drank some of her tea and eyed her sons. "All packed then? Got everything, have you? Clothes, robes, equipment...?" There was a pause where the boys' eyes widened almost comically. "Maybe you should check - you won't be having any time tomorrow, will you?"

The brothers made eye-contact, then seemingly came up with the same conclusion, before running upstairs at impressive speeds - beginning to pack for school.

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"Right, have you all got everything? Robes? Wands? Books? James, please tell me you packed your toothbrush this time..." Albus' mind drifted as his Mum continued - they still had fifteen minutes until the train set off, but he didn't see the point in her asking now; they weee already at the station.

Feeling a tap on his shoulder, Albus swivelled around to see his father slightly lean down to him. "Look, Albus," he began seriously, "I know you don't particularly like (Y/N), but would you just look out for her a bit? Be her friend, help her out; it's not easy going to a new school, in a new country, where she doesn't know anyone. Just... be nice, okay?"

He looked over to the girl, she was staring at the crowds of people around them, her arms folded around herself nervously as a few students kept glancing her way. Sighing, Albus nodded to his Dad. "Yeah, okay. I'll keep an eye out for her."

Harry pulled his son into a hug as Ginny hit their attention. "Come on the , the train leaves any minute now! Off you go, and for Merlin's sake be good!"

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The group made their way on the train and split up to find their friends; but, remembering his father's words, Albus turned back to (Y/N). He awkwardly cleared his threat and beckoned her along with his head, "You coming?"

She smiled gratefully and nodded before trailing behind him to the first empty compartment they could find. They say across from each other, sitting rather awkwardly as the train set off. The silence prolonged as the Potter thought of something to say. 'What the hell am I supposed to say to her?' Albus thought to himself, 'Its not like we have anything in common.'

Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by the compartment door bursting open to reveal a head of platinum blond hair. "Hey Albus," he greeted as he sat next to the brunet boy, "and who might this be?" He asked about the girl.

"(Y/N) Delacour." She revealed, accepting the hand he offered.

"Scorpius Malfoy, pleasure to meet you (Y/N)." He smiled as he shook her hand.

Albus cleared his throat suddenly, drawing both pairs of eyes to him. "(Y/N) was staying with us over the summer. She's coming from Beauxbatons."

"Beauxbatons, eh?" Scorpius repeated in a somewhat impressed time. "I heard it's nice there."

"It is." The girl confirmed with a nod if their head. "My mother tells me of her visits to Hogwarts in her school years, she says it is very unique."

"Who's your mother?" Scorpius asked, a little confused at why she'd have visited Hogwarts in her school years.

"Fleur Delacour," (Y/N) responded with subtle pride, "she was a Triwizard Champion when Hogwarts was the host."

Scorpius' mouth formed an 'O' shape as he realised who she was talking about. "Oh yeah. She's part veela, isn't she?"

The girl nodded shyly and he smirked. "Well, that would explain why you're so beautiful." He responded smoothly, prompting (Y/N) to giggle at his compliment.

Albus frowned at his friend's behaviour; but perhaps the veela gene just makes people react differently to her.

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As the older students were waiting for the firsts years to arrive, (Y/N) was brought into another room in the hall for a private sorting with Headmistress McGonnagal. Albus and Scorpius were waiting at the Slytherin table, betting on which house (Y/N) would be sorted into - which seemed to be taking a while.

She finally exited the room and made her way to the tables, however, she started to get further from the Slytherin table and neared the Gryffindors. Both boys sighed in disappointment as James Sirius stood up to greet her and moved aside so she could sit with him as Lily waved cheerily.

"Well... at least we'll have some classes with her, right?" Scorpius said, trying to hide his disappointment; it would have been nice to have a girl in their little group.

"What? I-I don't know, why should I care anyway?" Albus responded defensively.

Scorpius frowned at his friend, as if he knew something that the other boy didn't. "Well, you like her, don't you?" He asked (it would explain his behaviour towards Scorpius' mild flirting on the train, after all), Albus' almost horrified face only confirmed his suspicions.

"No I don't!" He barked.

The young Malfoy only smirked. "Yeah you do," he answered casually, as if it were so obvious.

"No! I don't!" But the more angry he got, the more Scorpius knew he was right.

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Part 2

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In the Deepest Darkness - Chapter 3: With Morning Regrets, Comes A Future To A New Hand

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Before we begin, I've been wanting to start the battle with Ur-Devil on this part, but I decided against swapping back between two different perspectives in the same chapter for this one in particular. The way I had the draft was gonna end up in a cliffhanger if I had left it as is, so instead, this happened. We'll get to Ur-Devil's fight soon.

Also, I probably SHOULD’VE been done with this story sooner than later, but once again, life has been a pain in the time I’ve had to update this. Slow and steady wins the race, so I’ll get around to finishing the next few chapters soon. It’s also probably one of the longest chapters I’ve written, which was a nice change of pace.

Shen, Lynus, Macerio, Magnus, Axel, Hamza, and Tobyn belong to @theshatteredrose. It’s been some time since I written anything with these characters, so I hope I still did well.

The sunrise slowly crept in like a wild animal upon Lagaard. While some members of the Gungnir Guild were getting ready to head out, Korey glanced at the ring that was on his ring finger, looking at a rare gem from the world he came from, still polished and radiating it's shine as the sun gleamed onto it. But even as he was looking at it, Korey had to question why he was still worried?

Was it fear, or a natural sense that this might be a dangerous quest second to only the one back on his world? If only his beloved was by his side to keep him company, he wouldn't be this worried.

"No... bidding my time in wait isn't going to do any good. I must remain vigilant of the task ahead of us." The Highlander uttered to himself, as he grabbed his equipment and trusty spear, before catching up with the others in the inn's main lobby. As they were walking towards Yggdrasil, a familiar voice called out to the guild, as Korey shifted his attention to the blue haired Ronin he and Fafnir ran into a few days ago.

"My apologies for the short preparation, everyone. The wait to get my revenge against the Ur-Devil was getting on my nerves." He admitted, being rather quick with an apology this soon. Bertrand simply dismissed the apology.

"Don't mention it. We've been kinda busy training ourselves, so the sooner we face this thing, the less of a problem it will be for Lagaard." Bertrand said as he flexed his arm to make sure it was well ready for the upcoming battle.

"Indeed. By the way, did you get enough Apple Matcha Shaved Ice?"

"Yep. Plenty enough for all of us." Ricky confirmed, showing the Ronin a basket containing the Shaved Ice in question.

"Though, why did you ask us to bring food?" Chloe couldn't help but inquire, seeing as out of the entirety of their trips to Yggdrasil or Ginnungagap, they really hadn't used the cafe to it's fullest, other than being a secondary place to eat on occasion. Shen placed a hand on his hip, motioning the guild to follow him as he explained himself.

"There's a reason I have for asked that specific food. During my solo attempt, I threw some blinding gas at it, and its attacks have been missing me to the point I was able to escape the battle with the injuries I have. From what I read yesterday from visiting that cafe, these Shaved Ices will make it even harder for the enemy to hit us, much like the blinding gas. This Ur-Devil really seems to be weak to being blind, despite not being able to see."

"Oh, that's rather interesting, Mr. Shen!" Arianna commented, surprised to know the Ronin they're working with did some research.

"But I still ponder why you ask us to come early in the morning?" Korey questioned, looking over at the sky and noticing that the sun was still rising. As they arrived to the stairs next to Yggdrasil, Shen turned to face the Highlander.

"I didn't want to rush everyone to eat the Shaved Ice before we enter the labyrinth. It's also to give us some time for the effect to take place. Plus, I kinda do need to explain why I found out about this floor in particular-"

"Oh, no need to concern yourself with that, Shen." A female voice intervened the conversation, causing the guild and Shen to face the origin of the voice; seeing Lady Gradriel approaching them.

"Ah, Lady Gradriel! N-Nice morning, isn't it?" Flavio stumbled, getting a quick glance from Fafnir, before looking back to Gradriel. "It is indeed, Flavio." She replied, as she and Arianna greeted each other, the later of which, turned to Shen.

"Gradriel requested us to come to her yesterday, and she filled us in on the details."

"...I see. Why don't you go ahead and tell them why I'm wrapped up in this particular quest?" Shen hummed to himself, letting Gradriel take the wheel on Shen's explanation.

"You see, when Shen showed up to talk about the request at first, I was skeptical about him going in alone. I told him that you guys would be better at taking my request, but it seemed he was just that determined." She began, scratching the back of her head as if she was confused about a solo mission for the quest she set out in particular.

"Though thanks to Shen's findings, we now know the dangers this Ur-Child possesses. I still want you all to be careful and to come back alive. I don't want to risk losing you all just to face this thing, but who knows what it can do otherwise... Lagaard cannot survive against something like this." She continued, expressing great concern for the explorers before her that were tasked to defeat the Ur-Devil.

"We will do our best, Lady Gradriel." Shen acknowledged, as Arianna soon added her own two cents on Gradriel's concern, "And we'll be victorious!"

"Just don't go worrying on us all day..." The small War Magus commented, leaving Gradriel to chuckcle to herself. "I'll try not to. Anyways, I got business to attend to. I wish you good luck, members of the Gungnir and Guardian Guilds."

Much like her sudden appearance, Gradriel leaves without hesitation, leaving the Guild and Ronin mere steps away from the Geo Magnetic Pole that will lead them to the thirty-first floor. "So, are we gonna get started or not?" Bertrand sighed, wanting to get this over with. Other explorers would think of him to be an impatient type, but that wasn't his concern for the time being.

"Yes... The Shaved Ices, if you please." Shen politely asked to Ricky, as the blonde haired girl places down the basket and starts passing out the Shaved Ices to everyone, making sure to get one for herself as well, wasting no time but to dig into the food that's brought to them.

"...Wow, who knew ice can be flavored to be sweet?" Fafnir commented, as Flavio chimed in shortly afterward. "Doesn't help when it becomes rather bitter as it goes on- Aaaaagh!"

Flavio felt like his tongue was on fire, trying to jab the cold parts of the Shaved Ice on his tongue in an attempt to cool it down. "That means the bitter sauce is doing its job." Chloe sighed, before taking another bite into her Shaved Ice.

Korey, however, had to take it a bit slow because the change between cold and bitter felt too sudden to him. "I don't usually enjoy eating bitter stuff, but if it'll help us in the long run, then I'll have to eat it all!" He declared, as Bertrand gulped down the food he had in his mouth.

"Well, this could potentially be our last meal together, but I don't want to get sentimental on you all. Not when we got a job to do." Although Bertrand didn't notice it himself, Korey felt like he was kind of was being sentimental, despite the tone of voice he had.

"Right. We came this far, so giving up isn't an option anymore." Arianna declared, as Ricky nodded in agreement. "I'll protect the world I've been sent to look over, no matter what the cost is." She added, remembering her duty and reason why she was here.

"And we'll make sure that Lagaard doesn't suffer from the Ur-Devil's presence." Shen concluded, clenching his free hand as he glanced at the Geo Magnetic Pole. Once they step through there, there is no return...

But regardless of how Shen felt, someone out there was questioning his motives for sneaking out in the morning...

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"What do you mean Shen snuck out when nobody was around?!"

Axel wasn't in a great mood, hearing that Shen snuck out in the morning. Magnus and Hamza where there, with him, as Magnus was the first to bring attention to the missing guild-member to Axel and their guild leader.

"He clearly told Lynus that all of us would take down the Ur-Devil, but I didn't expect him to just up and disappear in the morning! What the hell is up with him?!" The Alchemist retorted, pacing back and forth as he did so.

"Must have been taking lessons from Rahas." The black haired War Magus suggested, scratching his the back of his head. "What, through the window?" Magnus replied in confusion.

"I mean, that's a possibility. What'd you expect, other than for him to sneakily hope none of us were down here in order for him to escape?" Hamza responded, as the blonde Alchemist took a few seconds to consider the possibility.

"Well, that's true... Ugh, never mind, we got to go after him! I refuse to have him die on me again!" Shaking aside his concerns, Magnus focused on what they needed to do- chase down Shen, and help him before it was too late.

"We will, Magnus. We just need to finish our trip for preparations. Lynus just came back after a bit of shopping, so once we're stocked on Medica's and Amrita's, we'll head out. I know how protective you can be of Shen, but if he's with this Gungnir Guild, they should be fine until we get there..." Axel reassured the Alchemist to the best of his ability. He's not Lynus, but he's still his friend, anything to keep him calm will help in the long run.

"For how long would depend on their strategy... Cause while we don't have a clear idea of what we're up against, Shen does." Hamza added, which was the main reason why preparation took longer to begin with.

"We still must be careful of the floor itself, too. We're not sure what kind of FOE's could linger there." The red haired landsknecht continued, reminding Magnus and Hamza to keep up their guard. Magnus looks toward Yggdrasil, placing his right hand on his chest, and letting out a deep sigh.

"I hope we're not too late..."

"I'll go help Lynus with preparations. We'll head to the Yggdrasil when we're ready." Axel concluded, as he heads out of the room, with Hamza following behind him before turning to Magnus and calling out to him.

"You coming, Magnus?"

Magnus turns his head to face Hamza in silence, before giving a nod to him. "...Yeah. I'm coming." With a confirmation out of the way, Hamza continued to follow Axel, as Magnus grabbed his things and headed towards the door, before looking back at the room behind him one more time.

Was this battle worth the risk to save someone he cared for? Definitely. After all, if it was coming from Shen's own mouth, that Ur-Devil shouldn't be taken lightly. Shen needs him by his side as much as Magnus needed to be by him.

He lets out a deep sigh, grabbing the door handle and closing the door, steeling himself for the toughest battle of his- no, perhaps the toughest the Guardian Guild will come face-to-face with in the entirety of their journey through Yggdrasil. He was regretting not being able to stop Shen earlier, but his focus on saving him was more than enough to keep his regret off his mind.

"Some blind gas never hurts in case Tobyn's Blind Arrows aren't enough..." Macerio's voice brought Magnus' attention to the table, where Macerio and Axel are helping Lynus with his preparations. Tobyn was currently flexing his bow string to make sure it was still usable.

"Trust me, if this Ur-Devil thing is capable of seeing anything, I'll make sure a thousand blinding arrows will keep it distracted." Tobyn attempted to assure everyone, feeling his arrows will be more than sufficient than using a dark gas contained in a bottle. Although Magnus surveyed the room hundreds of times, there wasn't a sign of Hamza anywhere.

"Hey, Tobyn, do you know where Hamza went?" He couldn't help but ask the Survivalist, who looked away from his weapon to the Alchemist and sat up. "He said he wanted us to eat something that he found on one of Shen's notes, so we're just waiting for him to get back with it." The blonde man replied, scratching his cheek as he continued his inspection of his bow.

"Something...? Like what?"

"Something called Apple Mocha Shaved Ice. I don't get why he would want us to have something that sounds like it'd be for a desert, but he said that eating it can help me pull off blinds more often." Tobyn explained, as Magnus took a seat beside him.

"Then, once we eat it, the effect would take place?"

Sheesh, even when Tobyn was trying to prepare himself, Magnus sure was talkative today, especially when his love interest is putting himself in danger. But, seeing as he was wanting to talk, it would be a shame to leave him hanging with a question like that.

"I assume so. That cafe has some strange recipes that give off effects to explorers. To others, it's merely food. It's not my place to assume the cook behind the recipe if it's going to give us a benefit." Tobyn assured him, placing his weapon beside him when he was finished, adjusting his scarf whenever needed.

"That does it for preparations." Lynus declared, closing his bag and placing it over his head onto his shoulders. Macerio sighed, as he looked towards the inn's door, hoping Hamza would show up.

"Even if we manage to take this thing down, who knows if it will be back like the other monsters?" The gunner couldn't help but ask, getting Lynus' attention unintentionally. "We won't know until we face it ourselves. That's the best we can do, right Axel?"

"Yeah. We'll show it just how strong the Guardian Guild really is." Axel concurred, smiling and giving Lynus a pat on the shoulder, followed by a kiss on the cheek. "And I'll be there to protect you should it even get a thought about hurting you." He added, as the orange haired medic couldn't help but chuckle as his face grew as red as a tomato.

As if one last note played on a song at the last second, the door finally opened, and Hamza came in holding two Shaved Ice Tobyn mentioned to Magnus earlier. Though following behind him was a rather unusual guest they had not seen before- a girl with green hair, mixed with red end streaks, red eyes and white skin, along with a grass-like dress of a female Sovereign and brown boots. She was holding the rest of the Shaved Ice that Hamza was unable to carry himself.

"Uhh, Hamza, what's with the girl following behind you?" Axel questioned as Hamza placed the Shaved Ices on the table. "She's very different from all the other explorers we've seen..." Lynus added, as the girl in question followed Hamza in placing the food on the table before looking to the medic.

"Thou hasn't seen a Forest Folk before, human?" She inquired, turning to face him, grabbing her dress and bowing before him. "Thou may call me Hibiki, princess of the Forest Folk." She began, seeming to act very formal to Lynus, despite the two having not met each other before.

Lynus thought it was a strange way to introduce themselves, but he sensed that she was a pure heart, and gave his traditional heart warming smile. "Nice to meet you, Hibiki. I'm Lynus, the Guardian Guild's medic." He responded with an introduction of his own, as she stood up afterwards to greet the others, who were short but brief with their introductions.

"So uh, Hibiki, why did you help our guild leader just now?" Magnus asked, as Hibiki turned to face the Alchemist. "Thy leader simply needed assistance, is all." Hibiki began, as she started walking towards the door.

"As for thy friend, he has reached the thirty-first floor with the Gungnir Guild. I suggest thou should hurry before the deepest darkness swallows not only the blue-haired Ronin and the Gungnir Guild, but the world we all live in." She added, as her hand touched the door handle before she was stopped by Lynus.

"Hey... If you're so inclined to tell us this, why won't you help us?" She turned to face the orange haired medic that approached her. Her hand clenched tightly on the door handle.

"...I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what?" Lynus politely asked, sensing that the Forest Sovereign was tearing up a little inside. Nosy as it might be, if he can quench her fear, she might have a better outlook for her life.

"...Afraid of being betrayed. Betrayed, punished and abused by thy kind for the simple reason for existing." A silent gasp came from Lynus' mouth.

"So... is that why you're attempting to leave? To remain hidden?" Lynus inquired, getting the girl to finally turn to face him, silently giving a nod as her answer.

"I hate to be a burden to thy guild, or to anyone. To become a burden, thy must leave thou future to the winds. That's what those stubborn parents of mine constantly reminded me, regardless of what I did." Hibiki continued, feeling her grasp on the door lessen as she felt tears stream down her face, trying to hold them back, but she felt Lynus' hand stop her from wiping it away as her eyes came face-to-face with his.

"I know it may be hard for me to fully understand, Hibiki, but you're no burden. I know you're someone who is capable of doing more than hiding from their past. You just need to step out of your past- forget those abusive memories and forge new memories." Lynus began, bringing her back inside to the lobby.

"He's gone full parental mode, now." Magnus commented, as Axel simply scratched the back his head, chuckling to himself. "Lynus is a very caring person, so I can't say we didn't see this coming." The red haired landskecht remarked, looking onward at the scene before him as he took a bite of the Shaved Ice beside him, urging Magnus, Tobyn, and Macerio to eat up before they head out.

"Does thou think Korey will understand? I have not spoken with him about my own past, but-" Hibiki was interrupted by the caring medic standing before her. "I'm sure he'll understand as much as I will. You have a bright future just waiting for you, Hibiki. It's not too late."

Something about Lynus' words rung true. Although she was able to fend off one attack from an angry Sovereign once before, she barely had the need to fight within the labyrinth, cause she blended in well on the first stratum... Such calm and soothing words he spoke.

"If I can have a happy life being with the ones I care and love for, wouldn't you do the same?"

Hibiki blinked and looked at the other guild members that were in the lobby, noticing Axel's warm, smiling face as he overlooks Lynus before turning his attention to Hamza and discussing a strategy. Hearing the conversations of Magnus' care for Shen, and the reassurance from Macerio and Tobyn were simple enough for the Forest Sovereign to understand. "I suppose... thou art correct." She sighed, wiping away her tears as her attention turned back to Lynus.

"Lynus... Please, allow me to assist thy guild for the upcoming battle. I cannot hide myself anymore, and wish to ask for thy assistance to become an explorer." She confessed, closing her eyes as if in shame of the future she did not attain before.

Lynus patted her shoulder in reassurance. "We'll come across that bridge some other time, Hibiki. But thank you for letting me hear you out." He sighed, as he started making his way over to the table, before turning to Hibiki.

"Are you coming? We'll be leaving soon after we eat." He asked, as Hibiki stood up from where she knelt and looked at Lynus, as he saw her scarlet eyes, ablaze with hope and determination. "...Coming." She finally replied, a smile now forming on her face as she followed Lynus to the table.

The hour of battle comes nearer... In the highest reach of Yggdrasil.

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mymixofmuses · 4 years

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A Friendly Visit

(A roleplay in progress with my Audrey muse and @fearful-fledgling .) - Audrey was still adjusting to life in the Georgia small town, but it seemed to be going well enough. She’d settled into her new little house and had even landed a job at a little bakery. It wasn’t what she went to college for, but she wasn’t complaining. Upon learning there was a farm not particularly far from her home, she decided to pay it a visit. It could be an interesting experience and she wasn’t sure how often the farm’s inhabitants got visitors, so a friendly face could be a treat for them. Since she wasn’t sure, however, she brought another treat as well; a blueberry pie she’d made herself in the bakery. Spotting a red haired boy, she approached him.

“Hello, little one,” she started with a voice that was softer than most would expect of someone with her figure, “My name is Audrey and I was hoping I might look around your farm. I baked a pie for you as well. Do you think there will be enough for your whole family?”

- The boy in question was a wiry thing of perhaps 12, with sleeves an ill fit at his wrists, teetering at the edge of a growth spurt. At the approach of a stranger, he shifted his weight back, hoe in hand, cautious and careful in observation as his gaze landed on the pie.

“Ma’am.” he nodded politely. With a glance back to the looming, decrepit manor a ways behind him, he looked back to the woman with a hum. “You’re new to town here, I’m guessin’…forgive me my manners, I can’t let you in, on account of my granny’s in no state to meet anyone…but ure enough, that’s enough pie to share.” - “Oh, no no. If anyone needs to apologize for manners here, it’s me. I just showed up here unannounced. I should have called or,” she looked at the manor in the distance, wondering if they even had a phone, “wrote a letter?” Shaking off the confused look on her face, she smiled once more. “Anyway, I hope you enjoy the pie. I made it myself,” she looked down at the box, realizing he might think she was lying, due to the label, “I work at a bakery.” She chuckled. “And yes, I’m new here. Did my Michigan accent give it away?” - He nodded politely, accepting the pie. “It’s the accent, don’t worry…pretty hard to make a social faux-pas when you’re bringin’ a blueberry pie around. Tell you what…let’s have this out in the gazebo. I’ll bring out some tea, you can set a spell.”

Hospitality, after all, is what Georgia’s infamous for: he’d be no good as a neighbor not to offer, and since she’d brought a treat, she was already on the right track the the neighborhood. He nods toward the house, and if she’ll follow, he’ll lead.

“Frankly, I’m supposed to be the one bringin’ treats to you, if you just moved in.”

- “Oh, that sounds lovely~ I’ll take you up on that offer,” she chirped, following him. “Well, aren’t you sweet? You don’t need to worry though; I can make my own treats whenever I feel like it, really. Plus, I enjoy cooking for others, so it really is no problem. I just wish I knew more people here. I can’t cook some of my favorite recipes because I have no one to share them with. Can’t go eating an entire cake by myself, you know?” - “You could, just maybe not all at once.” he said, joking gently. “So, what all brings you down here to Georgia from Michigan, anyhow? That’s the whole other end of the country, missus…and to be honest, there ain’t much to Arlen.”

Their trek took them to a somewhat dilapidated gazebo, which has chairs and a small table in it, clearly intended for outdoor dining. Jon set down the pie square in the middle, and offered to tuck Audrey into her chair with a nod. - She gave a light chuckle at his joke. “Well, my parents recently moved to a bigger city in Georgia for my father’s job. I didn’t want to be that far from them and figured I could use a change of scenery, so I moved as well. I only recently graduated from college though, so Arlen was all I could afford.” She also moved for more upsetting reasons, but he didn’t need to know that. “My, my! What a gentleman!” Audrey exclaimed before sitting down in the offered seat.

“The girls at your school must be all over you~”

- “…ah…” he mutters, pursing his lips slightly as he digests that concept. “…I’m gonna go get some tea, please wait here, ma’am.”

With that, Jon pattered off to head inside, and returned in good time with a pitcher and two glasses on a tray, alongside plates and forks. He served Audrey first, then himself, and cut the pie into perfect eighths. Audrey gets the first slice, and then, he finally sat.

“Your parents live here?”

- “Oh, ah, alright,” her smile faltered as she watched him head off. Had she upset him? Maybe it was a sore subject. She decided she would drop it when he came back. Soon enough, he returned, as did her smile. “In Athens, Georgia, yes. Not quite close, but a great deal closer than if I had stayed in Michigan.” She took a bite of her pie and gestured towards the pitcher with her fork. “That’s iced tea, right? I’m still getting used to that when people say tea here,” she chuckled. - He nodded politely, finishing his first bite of pie before responding. “It’s got ice in it, yeah. ‘Round here, you ask for tea, it’s gonna be sweet tea unless you ask for hot tea, and then you’ll get what you’re probably after.”

He took a sip of his own before continuing. “It’s real nice that you moved all the way across the country to see your parents. They must be real good people, for all that.”

- “They are,” Audrey smiled softly. “I’m really grateful that I have them. I know not everyone is fortunate enough to have decent parents, but mine really went above and beyond for me. I can never thank them enough.” She took a sip of her tea. “Speaking of family, you mentioned your granny earlier. What’s she like?” - ‘Oh, she’s sick right now…she can’t be seein’ visitors.” Jonathan said, apologetic. “All laid up in bed: right now she sleeps a lot of the time. Don’t worry about her, though…the doctor says it’s just part of getitn’ old, so I mind most of the goings-ons around here.”

He has another bite of pie before continuing. “She’s pretty severe anyhow…I don’t think she’d like someone friendly like you.”

- “Oh… well… I’ll stay out of her way then,” she smiled awkwardly, deciding not to press on about his granny. “Do you run this whole place by yourself? That seems like a lot of responsibility to put on someone your age,” she frowned, concerned. - “Yes’m, I do.”

He sipped his tea, calm as he could be about that fact.

“What parts ain’t closed down, of course…just the parts we live in, and I take care of the fields and such too. It’s not so bad, so long as I keep on top of it, instead of lettin’ things lapse…but that’s just part of life, not slacking off. How about you, what’s your house like?”

- “Well, I appreciate your work ethic,” she smiled a little. “Just try not to overdo it, okay? It’s important to relax and enjoy life too. Otherwise, what’s the point of doing anything? Anyway… I’d say my house is pretty nice. It was a little run down when I bought it, but I’ve since done some sprucing up and such. It has two floors and an attic, plus a decent sized yard for my dog to run around in. I’m honestly surprised I was able to afford it, but homes aren’t as expensive here, it seems.” - “You got a dog? That’s nice…we got a dog park downtown, might be a good place to take ‘em.” Jonathan murmured, clutching his glass slightly. Nevermind that this is a poor city: of course real estate’s cheaper, probably…he wasn’t the best at law, precisely.

“Sounds like you’re just about all settled in, then, gettin’ that all fixed up, even got a pet and everything. I think you’ll get along just fine here, Miss Audrey.”

- “Things seem to be going well enough so far,” she nodded in agreement. “And I’ll be sure to look into that dog park. I’m sure Lola would love the company of some other dogs. Maybe I can make some friends there too, if I’m lucky. I’ve begun to feel a bit lonely here, I’ll admit. I mostly just have acquaintances at this point,” she trailed off for a moment before she perked back up. “What about you? I imagine it can get pretty lonely on this big far all by yourself. Do friends ever visit you, um … I don’t recall learning your name.” -

#RP: A Friendly Visit #fearfulfledgling #roleplay #muse: Audrey Davis

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