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devondespresso · 1 year

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i was reading a scoops era steddie au where eddie visits scoops often and one thing i noticed i alway want but have yet to see (bear in mind my fic pallette is basically just shit i see on Tumblr and occasionally reading every fic a certain author has written) is a specific scene of eddie noticing stobins missing when he goes to visit them at scoops the day theyre stuck in the bunker. cause they entered the bunker after a shift one night and didn't get out until at the soonest the next afternoon right before the mall closes so if either or both of them were scheduled to work then they'd be just... gone.

and how characters around them handle that depends on how soon (if at all) they're declared missing. did robin think they'd be in-and-out in their snooping and tell her parents shes be back a little late or did she think they'd be out kinda late fucking around and just lied to her parents telling them shes sleeping over at a friend's like how we know tina was going to cover for erica? did mrs Henderson freak out when Dustin didn't bike back home (knowing what happened with will) or did she know he was with steve and trusted that they were goofing off or something?

and usually i see Steve's parents not being home but what if they were?? they could panic because steve always has some sort of excuse for why hes gone or maybe just his mom starts worrying because while his dad never really asks about him she does and she knows hes probably not at some girls house right now because he at least would have told her. or maybe mrs harrington doesn't know her son as well as she thinks she does and assumes he is out at some girls house and is relieved hes finally getting to be more like himself.

maybe just one or two people in scoops troop are reported missing that night and maybe the search started for them is enough for the other's parents or friends to realize they're all missing. maybe none of them are because they each already had a coverup with the people who'd notice. maybe they spent a good few hours in that elevator regretting lying about where they'd be because now no one knows they're in danger and by the time they start looking it could be too late (obviously erica didn't seem to grasp this yet but shes literally 10 and it's definitely her fist severely traumatic life or death experience. for the others tho it could definitely be on their minds and i have seen a few fics where robin wonders about how steve and Dustin are reacting like they've done scary shit like this before together)

then morning comes and id give it until lunch with no calls or anything before parents who believed their kids were sleeping over to start worrying seriously. maybe they call the friend their child's supposedly with and get a confused parent saying they haven't seen them or maybe they get the friend picking up and confirming they're fine (like tina). but if Mrs Henderson gets worried and calls steve she'll either get the harringtons saying he isn't home right now or she won't be able to reach him. and knowing steves like a big brother and a best friend to dustin knows that if steve missing too he's probably at least missing with him and goes to the station worried about them both

and then theres the fact that scoops has to open in the morning, probably sometime around 10am. maybe steve and robin were scheduled to both work again and as 10am comes and passes scoops ahoy hasn't been touched. maybe some mall manager calls the scoops manager (forgive me ive never worked in a mall but i do work in a store-within-a-store and we have our own manager plus the big store manager) and asks where their employees are. if missing persons reports were filed that last night then the manager would be really worried while frantically trying to find someone to cover for them. but maybe no one knows they're missing yet and their manager is grumbling about their no-shows, maybe considering firing them for both disappearing without even calling out. depending on how much they know and if the reports were filed, whoever has to cover their shifts is either worried about their coworkers (probably moreso robin than steve because of his reputation) or utterly pissed that they both didn't show and they have to open scoops ahoy with a few hours delay and probably a good few karens bitching about being closed. or maybe one or the other was scheduled and while their no-show is really inconvenient at least someone's there to open and ask for backup

and then theres steves car still parked in the back where it was the day before. a bike left behind at the mall is less eyebrow-raising but a fancy car? Steve Harrington's car? Steve Harrington who was scheduled to work today but somehow isn't in scoops right now? is he skipping work while simultaneously wandering around his workplace? and whats worse is despite evidence being there *no one can find him*. maybe thats what it takes for people to realize hes like actually missing. maybe they think he was kidnapped, hopefully he just went home with some girl and lost track of time.

and then theres eddie. eddie whos been stopping by scoops for a while now. maybe he still doesn't really like Harrington but likes teasing him with Buckley or maybe they've gotten pretty close. maybe they're already dating. maybe eddie walks up to scoops one morning to find it closed or to find that one or the other didn't show up for work this morning. maybe he hears from the worker that ones missing or maybe they get a rant about how pissed the worker is to be opening alone. maybe he's the one to go to a mall manager or security officer worried about scoops being closed because he *knows* the people that are supposed to be there right now and they don't just abandon work at the same time with no explanations.

or maybe eddie visits in the afternoons and learns they're missing from their coworkers or maybe hes there because he saw it on the news and went on his our hunt. either way it'd probably end with Eddie looking around the mall for them because he knows steve isn't going to just abandon his beemer in a busy public parking lot. maybe he finds them high out of their minds while checking the movie theatre (this one i do see a lot and am obsessed with its so good) or maybe he doesn't find them at all (its a big mall and they are actively hiding from Russians who know they escaped. sure stobin are not being very secretive while high but dustin and erica are at least keeping them in less-discoverable locations). maybe he goes home knowing hes looked everywhere in that damn mall and assumes they're probably kidnapped and taken somewhere else (if he did find them tho that opens a whole can of worms for if, how, and how much eddie gets involved and while my brains gone down sone of those rabbit holes i don't think i will today)

and then they see the news about the mall fire. and eddie knows damn well that he looked everywhere in that mall but didn't see a trace of his friends but there they are on the news and apparently in the fire. maybe eddie assumes he didn't look hard enough. but maybe he sees how steves the only one with more than a few bruises on his legs, how despite them claiming he was trapped in rumble that also allegedly killed billy hargrove he looks like hes carrying himself on adrenaline alone and hovering around robin and the kids like something more than falling support beams could get to them. maybe its the fact that he look as shit as he did but wasn't laying down on a hospital stretcher like he would be if he just got those wounds.

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hi if you saw any typos no you didn't UNLESS theyre funny or actually concerning then you should tell me and i can react appropriately

also i swear i feel like doctor strange looking through every possible reality when i go on tangents like this. idk whenever i come up with little fics in my head or come up with different ways my favorite unfinished fics could end im always exploring as many different versions of the same scenario as i can and coming up with as many what-ifs as i can.

also i pressed the poll button by accident while making this and idk how to make it go away to we're trying just ignoring it and not writing anything in it to see if it goes away

actually fuck that it probably wont work so im adding a poll question as a treat for the people who read this far

#writing this was an experience except i don't remember any of it and i didn't even reread it to check spelling #i love thinking like this tho and coming up with all these different things that could happen with this one scenario #and following canon and trying to fill in the gaps gives just enough room to fuck around but still keeps me in the right direction #with just a couple deviations that are too good to ignore like eddie finding stobin while theyre high and getting water #im also writing my own little steve henderson au universe in my head loosely inspired by those steve henderson posts by that one person #i can't remember their user rn but if i ever actually share ill tag them as inspiration inlike the first post #but mostly its me taking steve right after s2 events and letting him get help from the hendersons because dustins his new best friend now #(regardless of if he agreed to it or not)#so uh yea if anyone wants to hear about it you should totally let me know because i will do a lot for external validation #im just an 8 year old girl playing barbies but morbid things are happening #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #platonic stobin #steve x eddie #robin buckley #dustin henderson #erica sinclair #steve and dustin #steve and robin #platonic soulmates stobin #scoops ahoy #stranger things season 3 #stranger things s3 #stranger things rambles #claudia henderson #steve has bad parents #mrs harrington #stranger things thoughts

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powerfultenderness · 2 years

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Marry Me??

You saw his face! You knew who he was!

His hand dropped to the gun on his hip, his fingers deftly unhooking the snap guard. But hesitated. He liked you. The last thing he wanted to do was kill you, even though his gut was telling him it was the right thing to do to keep his identity a secret.

"Oh fuck...Adrian?!?"

He winced. Any last shred of hope that maybe you wouldn't recognize him now gone.

Your eyes went wide and followed the movement of his hand as he drew his gun.

What else could he do?

He flipped the safety off, you gasped, he raised his arm, you squeezed your eyes shut and squeaked out a question he never in his life thought he'd hear, much less in this circumstance.

"W-what?" He asked, finger near the trigger but at least no longer on it.

You took a deep breath and slowly cracked open one eye. "Marry me?"

The stunned silence that followed gave you hope, so you elaborated. "Spousal immunity. You know, if you get caught, they can't make me testify against you if we're married."

...

You testifying against him wasn't exactly what he'd been thinking about, but now that you said it, it made sense.

His arm dropped back to his side, you sighed and actually gave him a sheepish smile.

"You won't tell anyone?"

You shook your head and mimed zipping up your lips.

"And." He paused and licked his lips out of a sudden burst of anxiety. "We can have sex?"

Infidelity wasn't technically illegal, but it was something he could never see himself doing.

"Oh! Yea. Totally. I was into you before all this," you gestured to him, at him dressed in his Vigilante suit. You eyed him for a moment and bit your lip, "and to be honest, this is kinda doing something for me anyways, but I don't think I should think too much about that."

He scoffed, "introspection is a motherfucker."

You snapped and nodded, "exactly!"

Another charged pause of silence followed as you let him contemplate his answer. Kill you or marry you? Kill you or marry you? Kill you or marry you?

After a moment that felt too long to you, he answered. "Yes."

"Uh. What?" You were surprised, you really hadn't expected him to say yes.

"Let's get married!" He practically cheered as he holstered his gun and closed the distance between you.

"How does this work? Do we have to call a priest or something? Ooh! I'm gonna make Peacemaker my best man! And Eagly can be the ring bearer!"

"Uhh...I'm sure you can do those last two things. But I have a dentist appointment first thing Monday morning, but after that we can go down to city hall and just get married there..?"

"Oh I have Monday off too!"

"Cool."

He blinked, but he was still smiling brightly. "Can I kiss you?"

"I thought you'd never ask." You smiled as his lips met yours.

What an engagement story.

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#vigilante x reader #adrian chase x reader #drabble #blurb #idk what this is #but vig seems like he'd fall for this #gn!reader

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selinakidreams · 3 years

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hello!! this is my first ever collab and man o man am I happy to be participating in @buttershouse ‘s Magic March with so many talented people!! Please go check out everyone’s work, there’s so many delicious pieces to choose from.

without further a-due, please enjoy this 7k word mash of a magic coffee shop/witch/ college au that I have goin here

pairing: Sero Hanta (with a FUCKIN UNDERCUT !) x gn!reader (afab)

warnings: she’s WHOLESOME, implied sexual themes throughout and then actual smut at the end !! , sex on aphrodisiacs

a/n: thank you so so so so so so so much to @keishinslove @hiddenbluee @spikesbimbo @scorpiomoonslutt and @dymphnasprose for reading and beta-ing this big boi- you guys helped me so much and 🥺🥺 you guys seriously mean the world to me.

tag list: @hiddenbluee @undersero @sawam0chi

“Double double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble,” you hum as you steep black tea before shifting to the other part of your station so you could add the guise of vanilla to the milk you were about to steam.

You hear a snort come from your coworker as she looks over to you before smirking, “You think you’re so funny,” she teases while heating up a chocolate muffin for the current order.

“I do, I really do,” you muse, holding the metal pitcher up to the espresso machine’s steam wand. The distinct smell of the liquid luck wafts around as you begin blending it in with the milk; it makes you smile, a comfortingly warm feeling washing over you.

You always hoped people stepped into the shop hearing about the rumors and whole-heartedly believed them; believing in the magic that went into each drink when they ordered something off of the special menus- and that it wasn’t just for the unique taste.

When you first started out, you often heard that with each new employee, the magical feeling tends to die out sooner or later; the happiness of creating spells and potions for others fleeting with the ever-growing pessimism towards all things unexplainable. After working at the shop for three years, one would think the feeling would have caught up to you, instead you felt anything but. With each new regular whose eyes sparkled with excitement as you handed them their unique concoction of a drink, your smile grew wider. Sometimes the familiar faces would come back and whisper about how each drink gave them the right energy to deal with each individual situation… almost like magic. You could do nothing but smile, sometimes a coy little wink was added, exciting the customer more and more. They'd leave with a newfound pep in their step. That's what has kept you going for so long. All anyone ever has to do was keep an open mind and believe that true magic does exist, and when you do, it's almost as though a door opens up, full of delightful possibilities.

As you called out the finished order and thanked the satisfied customer, the shop’s entrance bell chimed, welcoming in the newest one.

You look up and made eye contact with someone who seemed oddly familiar; you tend to remember almost every person that has shown up more than twice at the cafe, so the fact that you can't fully recognize him only shows that the cafe couldn't have been where you’ve known him from... You couldn't quite put your finger on where you've seen him before but you definitely couldn't forget the welcoming aura he radiated. With his black hair pulled into a ponytail, exposing his undercut, and his extra large t-shirt hanging off of his lean frame, he flashed a bright smile, heading up to the counter to order.

Accustomed to ‘hey’s, ‘hi’s, or even an immediate order, the first thing out of his mouth somewhat surprised you. With a tilt of the head and a squint of the eyes, he mumbled out, “.. You look really familiar.” as he tried to place the face.

“You know, I was thinking the same thing...” you trailed off.

After a few seconds of analysis with no conclusion, he seemed to shrug and let out a little chuckle with a passive “it'll probably come to me in the middle of my next class…” before his eyes caught sight of the menus off to the side. Not wanting to make it too obvious that you were tempted to stare, you aimed your gaze elsewhere, only occasionally sneaking a glance at him while he was preoccupied with the menu.

“Ahh… can I get…” he kept his sights on all the options he could, as if it was going to make him any more decisive. Part of you hoped to hear something special, something magical, only to hear, “uhh a… hot latte please?”

While a very solid drink, you subconsciously waited to hear a flavor come after it; staring at him, almost in a daze.

“Did I forget something...?” Your eyes grew wide, mind blank, trying to come up with an excuse for the elongated silence but before you could spout something out, his smile grew as he rolled his eyes, “Oh, duh, I forgot the size!” A breathy laugh came after his revelation and your chest felt lighter once the sound hit your ears. “Could I get a large please?”

“Yeah, absolutely!” you chime as you grab a large paper cup and mark down his order with a sharpie.“Will that be all for you today?” looking back up at him, your customer service smile makes its awaited appearance like clockwork as it did when wrapping up every order. His eyes darted to the full pastry case before he could conclude, causing an actual smile to grace your lips, “Tempted?”

“One way or another, yea,” he said with an undertone of something else being implied, causing your cheeks to heat up. The smile that he threw in there further caused a little flutter of your heart.

“Well luckily for you, we just restocked, so you've got a wide range of goodies to choose from.”

He licked his bottom lip and smoothly responded with, “Well which is your favorite?”

“My favorite? Hmm… Well, I always love a good chocolate croissant whenever I'm drinking regular lattes. The chocolate adds in that kick of sweetness that compliments the lack thereof with the coffee and bonus, it's not too heavy where it will make you feel bloated.``

“You really know how to sell a guy… That sounds amazing. Could I have that, please?” the tone in his voice was playful, fun, possibly flirty- and that was something that you were not going to think about. He’s a customer; he might not come back when he wants his next cup of coffee.

“You want me to warm it up for you?”

“Sure!”

Picking up the prongs, you took the freshest croissant from the batch and placed it in the microwave oven, turning back around.

You voiced his total with a soft smile, “Cash or card?”

“Card. uh .. Can I leave a tip on here?”

Cue the airy sigh that left your chest. A man who knows to leave a tip: you were in love with him already.

“Yea!” you squeak before clearing your throat, “Yea, once you remove your card, the option should pop up on the screen!”

You throw one more smile back at him before turning around to start his drink, not missing the incredibly hard stare your coworker was giving you. You try not to look at them throughout the duration of making his drink.

Handing the handsome man his order, your hands lightly brushed against his and you fought hard to ignore the hefty thump in your chest. You looked back up at him and swore that there was a tint of rose dusted across his cheeks.

You saw the beginning of his outburst before you could hear it.

“Sero!” he said quickly, “Sero Hanta. That’s my name.”

You smiled, sticking out your hand and saying your name, “I’ll be sure to remember it… Sero.”

The rest of the shift went by pretty quick after that. Your coworker couldn't keep their mouth shut about how he was flirting with you and how you just so happened to be flirting back. You two were giggling so much that the rest of the shift just seemed to slip away and before you know it, it was time to clock out.

“Is there anything you want me to do before I head out?” you shout, asking the newly present night shift as you’re halfway out the door.

“No no, we got it,” both your coworkers chime, “just hurry up and get to class!” one of them adds.

Rolling your eyes, you wave goodbye, double checking that everything needed for class was in your bag before fully lugging one of the straps onto your shoulder and heading off.

The walk wasn't that far from the shop, luckily- taking your time and enjoying the world around you was such a cooldown from the hustle and bustle of your work shifts.

The college town was quaint, warm, homely; It felt like everywhere was a short walk away- which it was. There was an ample amount of time for you to stroll to class after one of your shifts.

As you peruse down the street, you took note of how bright it felt this time of day and how soft the glow emanating from the sunlight hitting the trees was; the kiss of the sun heated your skin, allowing you to bask in the warmth of everything: the environment, the vibe, the mood. What a great feeling.

Random thoughts passed in and out of your brain as you got to the entrance of campus- but the continuous train of thought halted at the station when the image of that man who came into the shop, the one with the undercut- Sero Hanta, popped up.

He was really attractive… where had you seen him before?

You mindlessly head towards the lecture hall, with the image of Sero’s face ever present behind your eyelids. The approaching building was a beautiful brick with ivy climbing up the side, a framed golden plaque near the large double doors announced that people were about to enter the Mirai Sasaki building- something you would normally stop to admire but today, you headed straight inside and towards your seat, still mentally preoccupied.

Plopping down, you situate yourself, getting everything out; your textbook, notebook, pens, pencils and even a highlighter. You take a deep breath before slightly shaking your mind to wake up and concentrate on the human sexuality lecture that was about to start. Sero Hanta can wait.

Is what you told yourself and yet, the thought of him wouldn't leave you alone. It went so far as even hearing the professor call out his name.

“So, I just wanted to clarify,” your ears perk up at the voice, “The article you gave us was about how unequal the orgasm ratio- the orgasm gap- is for women… but I feel like there is a new wave of um… feminine orgasm appreciation. Not to get too personal, but I know between my friends and I, we make sure that our partners always come… first.” He trailed off at the last part, probably coming to terms with the awkward phrasing he had ended with.

You had to take a second to get a grip; too many things were happening at once and the one that held most of your attention was the fact that Sero Hanta blatantly admitted to wanting the girl to orgasm first.

What a gentleman.

“Thank you for your… input … mister Sero- but with what you pointed out, it’s actually a perfect segway into the first project of the semester! If you notice in your syllabus, I typed a very vague title for the next class’s date. We're going to talk about it more next class but until then, please read the assigned articles by the next class and have a good rest of your day!”

While the majority of the class was packed and headed to the door, your eyes stayed glued on Sero as you mindlessly put things away. It seemed as though he was taking his time as well. Maybe he needed to talk to the professor?

Seeing that your desk was now cleared, you slowly began descending down the stairs to get to the floor level, eyes glued to each step in front of you, mind somewhere completely different until your head is met with a firm back. With wide eyes, you step back and begin a stream of apologies, head bowed and eyes still on the floor as if you didn’t learn your lesson the first time. A warm chuckle hushes you accompanied with a light, “It’s alright, it’s alright!”

You look back up and are met with the mind-dizzying smile of the man who failed to leave your thoughts alone.

Before your eyes could get any bigger, he murmurs your name. “So this is where I know you from!” He slightly cheered, lopsided grin growing comfortable.

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“Hey! Hey- you guys aren't closing are you?” You hear a panting voice rush through the door- the complete opposite of the energy the cafe currently held. You and your coworker were just winding down from your shift, cleaning and making sure everything was restocked for the next shift, soft music aiding the mood.

Sero was attempting to collect himself when he realized the two pairs of stunned eyes staring at him.

“I just- I wanted to walk with you to class. If that’s cool,” he said to you, flattening his shirt down, “and maybe get a coffee.”

Warmth fills your face as you try to suppress a smirk, “in that order?”

The already flustered college student blushed just a bit harder. Before he could come up with a response, your smirk eased into a soft smile, “okay Sero, what could I get you to drink?”

He steps further inside and orders the same thing he got the first time: a large hot latte. It doesn't take long until the drink is in his hand and you're shooing him off to a table, “I’ll be done in like 10 minutes, is that alright?” you ask, hints of your customer service mannerisms kicking in. He nods and you get back to cleaning, unaware that your movements became a bit swifter.

After clocking out, you’re met with an eager grin and a glint of something unnameable in sero’s eyes.

“The coffee was excellent, by the way. Both times I had it. Do you do something to it? I feel like it’s so much more than just a simple latte.”

You smile at two things, him opening the door for you, and the fact that he was absolutely oblivious to the fact that his drink is one of the few drinks you don’t add any magical properties to.

“I make it with kindness.” You say as you two start your walk, intertwining your hands behind you.

“So mister Hanta… have you been stalking me?”

His eyes grow wide as his cheeks taint red, “N-no! I just thought that maybe you work every shift that’s before our class.”

“Hmmm… So were you going to come by every day to test out your theory if i wasn't there today?”

“Well, luckily you were there, so I guess we’ll never know the answer.”

After you hummed out a response, the walk turned into a comfortable type of silent.

The both of you had several things passing through your mind, but outwardly, one was caught up basking in the fresh spring air while the other was admiring how the wind would slightly shift your hair.

Deciding to break the silence, you turned to face him, “Hey, so, why did you choose to take human sexuality?”

He didn't seem surprised to hear the question but he took a moment; it didn't seem like he was scrambling to find the perfect answer, it was almost like he just couldn't properly find the words.

“Honestly, I love intimacy. I think its really cool that not one person’s views on sex and sexuality and the miniscule details within it, are the same.”

While the words you were hearing made sense, it must have shown that you weren't prepared for such an insightful answer because he let out a hearty laugh that seemed to go on and on, even after he took a deep inhale.

“I’m sorry-” he choked out as he grabbed his chest, “your face just-” he gulped another breath of air, trying to regain composure.

Throughout his fit of laughter, you almost joined in a few times if it weren’t for you biting your cheek in attempts to keep the annoyed facade up.

As soon as it seemed like he got it all out, you try to pull a convincing pout.

“So what's the real answer, then?”

He cocks his head at your question, a smile still playing on his lips, “whaddya mean?”

“You're telling me that what you said wasn't just to catch me off guard?”

“Oh! No no, that's really why I'm taking the class. But i bet you thought i was going to say something asshole-y like ‘i just wanna learn more about sex so i could be better’, hm?” he said the last part in a dopey voice before smirking back at you.

You rolled your eyes in return, “not necessarily, that was just a really… refreshing… answer.”

By the time you got to class, it seemed pretty full, which was a bit odd seeing as though there was still some time before the lecture started. Part of you was hoping that you could snag a seat next to Sero or he could snag a seat next to you- but both of your usual seats were surrounded by others already. There was also always the possibility that maybe he didn't want to sit next to you; you didn't want to get your hopes up so you turned to him, waved goodbye, and headed to your normal seat. Unbenounced to you, he physically slouched in disappointment before heading to his spot.

The lesson went on, and while he wasn't crowding your mind today, you subconsciously kept stealing glances at him throughout the lecture in hopes that one of the times you'll find him glancing back at you. The only time you did catch him staring at you was with wide eyes when the professor announced that you two were going to be partners for the upcoming project.

“So I guess this means it's an appropriate time to ask for your number… I wanted to ask you for it but I didn't want to move too fast…?” he said as you two approached eachother after class, cracking a shy smile while he absentmindedly scratched the back of his neck, a subltle flex of his muscles on display. It was a bit hard to concentrate with a combo move like that attacking you, as if he was going in for the kill.

“I wouldn't have thought it was too fast.” you softly counter, flashing him a tender smile.

It was one thing to feel the heat go to your face, it's another to visibly see it appear on his.

You both traded phones at the same time with the promise to text each other later that night; you put a little coffee emoji by his name while he put the sun next to yours.

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Sitting at the furthest table away from the register, you start to unpack your laptop and make yourself comfortable- you're gonna be here a while. Powering up the device, Hanta pulls at the seat across from you and begins to mimic your movements.

“So you want our first project meeting… at a coffee shop?” you start, trying to keep the smile from coming onto your face. Looking up at him would mean automatic defeat seeing as it's getting harder and harder for you to look at him without your lips twitching upward.

“I thought it would be very symbolic.”

A snort greeted both of your guy’s ears as your eyes went wide and your hands shot up to cover your mouth. “Anyway, so the project.” Blushing around him was starting to become a regular occurrence, as well.

“Right,” he says clapping his hands and rubbing them together.

“So the project is to point out common sexual misconceptions and back it up with statistics and research articles. The fact that we got dibs on the misconception of the orgasm gap all because you had bragged about your personal sex life…” the thought alone shot a wave of warmth down your spine and right to your lower region. A flash of a Sero you hadn’t faced yet appeared in your imagination; him looking up at you, hungry and eager to please. It made your breath hitch.

“Well, yea! I had to voice it. I mean, I feel like it’s common sense! When you have sex by yourself, then you can focus on what makes you feel good and what makes you cum. But when you’re with a partner…” he trailed off and your gaze snapped to him, “you should make sure they cum at least once before doing… whatever you two.. had.. planned on… doing.” Sero finished, his eyes flickered between your eyes and lips.

Oh fuck.

You felt yourself throb.

“Y-yea! Uh I completely a-agree.”

It’s almost as though he could tell that you were flustered so just to top it off, he smirked, “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” before deciding to drop it and move on.

He took a sip of his drink and sighed, “You guys really do make the best coffee. I got the same thing as I did with your place and yet… I'm here longing for your coffee.” you snort once again.

After that, the conversation eased into the project and what exactly needed to be done; the assignment was very simple but sorting out what dates you guys were going to meet up and how exactly you were going to go about gathering the information was all crucial. The project was due in a month and needed to be submitted in powerpoint format- which the both of you were relieved about.

It was really cute seeing Hanta’s eyes all lit up when it came to the part of how you two were going to go about getting all the information needed. He even suggested to conduct a little side research if you guys were ahead of schedule. It was something that made your heart patter. It was almost like you had smelt some of the charmed rose petals from work because every time you looked at him, you couldn't stop the warmth that flooded in your chest.

With that thought, there was the fact that he was more than likely going to be spending large amounts of time at the cafe- would he notice? Should you just come straight out and explain it? Explain that you were considered a witch, someone who was open-minded and was in tune with their intuition and can work with certain herbs, charms, and spells to create wonderful things? It didn't seem that big of a deal to you, it was something you had grown up with; simple spells and practices that just made day to day life more simple. Not every witch has been through the same childhood you had, there’s no special school- not that you were aware of, anyway. Your parents kept their grimoire out in the open and let you frolic about as they eased basic wholesome rituals into your life, and when you got old enough, they let you take in chapter by chapter each spell they casted, each potion they brewed.

When you applied at the cafe, your first interview was full of normal questions worded in a way that almost sounded like it had a double meaning, thankfully you caught it and later was asked for a second interview- conducted by the boss himself. He had asked you to perform a basic potion/drink you grew up with, something that made you feel like you were walking on air. It was simple; a butterfly pea tea with a breath of life, with just a little bit of lemon activated the spell in the brew. When the well made drink hit his tongue, he offered you the job not a second later.

No. You wouldn't tell Sero yet. It never came up; It’d be odd to tell him straight off the bat- there's really no need. If he ever asks… then you’ll tell him.

But he hadn't so far.

Each meeting so far felt incredibly productive. It seemed like getting work done came naturally, with the topic being easy to discuss between the two of you and getting the articles to support your claim was fairly simple- apparently a lot of studies have been done about people’s orgasms.

Since drafting up a skeleton outline the first time meeting, the bits and pieces really started coming together, but the get-togethers sometimes didn't go as planned- however, what was a constant was that no matter what the meet-up consisted of, there would always be a paper cup from your work, filled with a hot latte.

Some of the days, rather than working on the project, the two of you would use the allotted time to sit in your cafe and goof off, or sometimes you would host “tea time” in your apartment and talk about anything and everything- and it was okay because very early on, you both gathered all the adequate articles that involved your topic and sifted through them to get the statistics you needed. Collecting the data was simple enough and putting it together just came easy to you.

Looking up from your laptop, finally done with sorting all the cited sources in each slide, you wave your hand at Sero to get his attention. Hanta was working on phrasing the facts and statistics from each work, so when he tilted his head up, gaze still on the screen until he finished typing the last sentence, he took his headphones out and hummed as he looked at you.

“You get the same thing everytime we’re together… why?”

He glanced at his almost empty cup before fully taking out his headphones, “I get it all the time because it really is the best latte I've ever gotten from a cafe before. I tell you this all the time.”

“You never… wanna try anything new?”

“Is there something in particular you want me to try?” he asks, quirking his eyebrow upwards.

“Well no, not necessarily…”

“Well then how about you give me a recommendation? What’s a drink you think I would love?”

This one stumped you for a minute. Though the thought had crossed your mind quite often, you couldn't quite pinpoint which special drink he’d appreciate the most. Something warm… something reflecting how you feel about him.

“I think that you should get the Time Flies; it's this black tea latte with orange zest and it's really… cozy.”

“Okay, I'll try it the next time I go.”

And he did. The first sip he took felt like smooth gold hitting his tongue. So warm and rich that it had apparently induced the vivid image of the sunset from his grandmother’s porch. He was remembering the orange glow of everything the light touched. The whole day, he was feeling incredibly nostalgic, he even did some of the things he used to do when he was a kid, like watch old black and white movies and make dinner with his mom (even if it was through a phone call).

He told you all of this with one of the most handsome smiles you've ever seen, and that's saying a lot.

˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚16 oz Love Me or Love Me Not with oat milk, hot; our very own pink rose syrup (enchanted candied petals inside and dried petals on top) steamed in the milk meets a double shot of espresso for a deep, sweet, cozy drink˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

“So,” you start once everything is situated on your living room table, the two floor pillows that play hosts to your guy’s lower halves sit diagonal from each other.

“So.”

“Everything is practically done, I just wanted to… call this meeting so we could just quickly skim over it and see if there was anything in the powerpoint that needed fixing and or adjusting.”

“Very reasonable reason to call this meeting but both of us have been looking at this practically nonstop… so I’m pretty sure it's good.”

“Well it’s due next class and I know we finished it up a few a couple of days ago but… there is absolutely nothing wrong with striving for perfection. And if anything, I’m trying to save your reputation.” he choked at the accusation you were attempting to make, “Oh yea! How are you going to get away with making that bold statement in front of the class, do a whole project on it, and then just… have it not be anything short of jaw dropping?” you didn't even wait for him to speak, “exactly. Your rep is on the line, I'm just the sorry person who got stuck with you.” You smirk, driving your ludacris point home while crossing your arms over your chest.

Scoffing, he leaned over and lightly shoved you, “we got to choose are partners for this project! You chose to be with me!” his cry caused a chuckle to fall from your mouth as you readjusted yourself onto your pillow, “that's neither here nor there.” you try your best snotty act as you stick your nose up in the air.

“Okay okay then, your grace, let us go over the powerpoint,” he jested along and gave you a slight bow.

After a quick runthrough, everything seemed spick and span, so the two of you became more relaxed and sunk into the larger floor pillows once again.

“So… I noticed that you finally got something from your shop.” Sero gestured over to the other paper cup on the table. “I have never seen you with your own coffee before, why today?”

Your cheeks involuntarily began to heat up; the drink he was referring to was none other than the Love Me or Love Me Not. Usually, you never went out of your way to make it, but for the occasion, it was necessary. It was the last time you guys were going to meet up for the project and you just… had to know.

Let it be known, messing with love potions wasn’t your forte, you preferred for everything romantic to be consensual and untampered with- that's why this brew in particular was one that you preferred out of all the ones that are out there. When made correctly, the person drinking it should be able to look at their crush (in person) and if the crush liked them back, then the drinker would get a fierce wave of goosebumps; if the person did not like them romantically, their head world ache for just a few minutes before going back to normal. Simple and effective, plus no one gets roughed up or drugged.

Not a single sip had been taken yet, you were on edge about the situation. This was the first time you had ever made it for yourself, and it was pretty nerve wracking to see if this man who you began harboring feelings for liked you the same.

It’s surely gone cold by now but that wasn’t going to stop you. “Oh! Uh- I was just really craving this drink today.” You say lamely before bringing the cup to your lips and taking a gulp.

The smell of rose hit your nose before you could register the taste. The evenly sweet syrup paired with the strong espresso danced on your tongue before you swallowed it. You softly sighed, it tasted delicious. Another sip slipped past your lips.

A roll of relief cascaded through you when an intense wave of goosebumps rose on your poked at your skin, causing you to cough and sputter. Eyes going wide and squeezing shut as the coughs wracked through your body.

He likes you.

While coming down from your fit, you semi glance at Hanta who had almost instantly appeared by your side, patting and gently rubbing your back.

“Is there liquor in that?” He joked as he handed you your drink so you could have more liquid to ease your throat.

You shook your head after drinking some more and cracking a grin. It might’ve been too big of a smile for someone who just choked but you didn’t care. Sero Hanta… likes you.

Unable to help it, you glance down at his lips only to realize how close he is. Your grin slowly drops, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Can I uh.. can I try your drink?” He says, face red with blush.

As you go to hand him your drink, he leans in and cups your jaw- causing your whole body to still, even your heart stopped to join the languor.

He peaks his tongue out to softly lap up a drop that must have been on your lip, before capturing your lips with his.

It felt like your mind shut down, and all you can feel is how soft his lips are and how sweetly he’s kissing you. Almost hesitantly.

He pulls away in attempts to find your gaze to decipher how you felt about it.

Your breath is ragged as you look back at him- everything and nothing is going on in your head in that moment, unable to speak, until you see the goosebumps that coat his body.

Your heart thumps impossibly faster as you realize that not only does he like you… but he truly believes. He believes in the two of you, he believes in love, and he believes in magic.

Without another second to waste, you tackle him in a hug and find your lips on his in a way that you know you’ll never get enough of.

special extra ! : you and Hanta in the fall- Season of the Witch with almond milk, hot; dirty chai latte with a bewitched cinnamon stick to help keep you warm ;) , even on the coldest of days ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

The cold nips at your nose just as big hands nip at your waist, causing you to let out a noise between a squeak and a gasp. A flash of soft black hair blurred your vision before cold lips meet yours. “Hanta,” you sigh into the kiss before pulling away and giggling.

You were heading back to your apartment after a day shift at work, the sky already becoming darker because of the autumnal equinox.

“What are you doing? I thought I was gonna meet you at my place.” You say as your fingers intertwined and your step fell into pace with his. He pulled you closer so that you were basically leaning into him as you walked.

“You know those chocolate and pumpkin scones you baked for me? The special ones?” He quietly moaned.

Your eyes go wide as he purposely guided your intertwined hands over his blatant bulge.

“Hanta you weren’t supposed to eat those until later, the spell usually kicks in within the next 30 minutes!” You giggle again.

A few weeks after you two started officially dating, you formally sat him down and explained everything you didn't when talking about your guys’ past- the memories of frolicking through tall grass and talking to your mother’s familiar, to getting your job at the cafe. He told you that it was a lot to take in, but never did he push you away. When he went to the cafe, he was more observant. Somewhere in the months between June and July, he slowly became more and more interested in the rituals you would do and the potions you would make. He wanted to start joining in. Now in October, he loves seeing your crystals around your house and all the different herbs you grow in the sills of your window. When he found out that you could bake magical pastries with certain herbs, he almost immediately asked you to bake him some. At first, it started as something simple like a sage and rosemary savory loaf that helped cleanse your pallet of any negative energy. Then it started becoming more and more intricate, and that's how the two of you ended up here.

“I know but fuck-- I was hungry and they looked so good, and now I’m hard and I need you.” he spoke lowly.

This was going to be fun.

The rest of the way, you were casually asking him things that shouldn't be heard in a public setting, “What is it you want to taste first, Hanta?”

“How badly do you want to fuck me into the mattress? Hm? Have your big cock stretch me out?”

“Wanna fill me up?”

By the time you both got to your apartment, there was no fumbling with the keys to get your door to open, you already had them out; getting through the door took three seconds tops. Next thing you know, your back was against the closest wall, your hands pulling at his tied up hair and scraping your nails against his scalp when the soft locks fell. One of his big hands lifted up a leg of yours and he groaned as he thrust upward against your heat.

“Fuck-” he panted into the kiss before trailing down your neck, still holding up one leg while the other hand finds itself under your shirt, his fingers hot to the touch.

Releasing your leg and dropping to his knees, he looked up at you as he fumbled with the button of your pants. You lace your fingers in his hair, feeling him yank the material down your legs, tossing the one leg over your less dominant leg over your shoulder, and when a warm muscle hits your sopping clothed core, you pull his hair harder to apply more pressure.

“Look at me when I have you in my mouth, I wanna see how much you enjoy this.”

You felt yourself clench, and apparently so did he, because a smirk grew on his lips. “Oh, you like when I say things like that?”

“H-hanta, please.. '' your voice wavered before you sucked in a sharp gasp. He had a finger, then two inside of you in no time, the other hand keeping the underwear out of the way so his lips could wrap around your clit.

He was pumping in and out of you faster and faster, occasionally switching the pace to unbearably slow and when you would whine, he’d tilt his head up, mid lick, to throw you a teasing glance before picking up the pace. He bagan curling his fingers, hitting a spot that had your eyes rolling and with the pressure building up, it had you panting out a breathy repetitive stream of his name.

“‘M gonna cum Hanta, hh-” you moaned out before clenching your eyes shut, your body involuntarily shaking above him. And right below you, he was ready to lick up everything you had to offer.

Holding you steady as he came up to kiss you, your juices still on his lips, “you ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked when he pulled away. The short sobering moment hit as soon as he scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom, but after he tossed you onto the bed, the look he gave you as he was unbuttoning his pants drew your mind hazy again.

“Can't wait to pump you full of my cum, to have you a drooling mess because of my cock.” he huskily whispered, giving you so many delicious previews of how the night will go. “You want that, pretty? Use your words.” he said as he crawled over to you and caged you in. The scent of cedar wood and citrus clouded your senses.

“Yes please Hanta!” you whine, “wanna feel stuffed b’cause of your cum. Please fill me up--” you whimper out, cutting yourself off when you felt his leaky tip at your wet entrance.

Just like each time you two have been intimate, he guides himself slowly until he's in to the hilt of his pelvis, “shit, squeezing me so hard- c-an i move?” he moans out.

Unable to form coherent sentences, you frantically nod and squeak out, “yes!”

With your permission granted, he eases in a thrust before he starts snapping his hips into you.

“Fuck, look at you, milking my cock so good-” he moaned, as he leaned in and kissed you. Each sharp thrust jolted you upwards, proving just how powerful his thrusts were. You threw your arms around his neck for the slight stability.

You began to let out little moans into the kiss that spurr him further; everything was beginning to get to him. How tight you felt around him, the feel of your tongue against his, the sloppy wet noises of your cunt.

“I’m gonna cum-- i'm gonna cum!” he choked out.

You clawed at his back while whimpering pleas for him to fill you up, “fill me up with your cum, your cock fills me so good, please Hanta, more- more!”

You were clenching around him hard, and to bring you right to his level, he found your puffy clit and began a quick circular motion that made your jaw go slack, causing more frequent clenches.

His mind blurred as he pushed himself the deepest he could, moaning out your name and a gruff curse before emptying himself into you.

You felt him twitch inside of you right before hot seed coated your already warm walls, and that’s what pushed you into a convulsion of ecstasy.

He lazily humped his hips into you as you rode out your high before pulling out and rolling next to you.

Calling out your name to bring your attention to him, he pulls you into his chest where you could feel his racing heart, “what if… I started singing that song from hocus pocus? You know the one..”

What a goof, you thought to yourself, playfully smacking his chest as you roll your eyes, looking up at him.

“I put a spell on you… and now you're mine…” you begin to whisper, earning a hearty laugh from you boyfriend.

Maybe it was mutual, but quite possibly he had put a spell on you. And you were more than okay with it.

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jobean12-blog · 3 years

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Lumberjack in Love

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Lumberjack AU)

Word Count: 1,580

Summary: You’re new to town and you meet your very first neighbor.

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club drunk drabbles and clean up the archive challenge. It took me a minute to grab his great prompt up buy my lovely friend @eurynome827 totally inspired me and boom here it is. Hope you enjoy. I really liked writing this! Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ My beautiful divider is by my love @imerdwarf

Warnings: sweet and soft fluff, shy Bucky being a sweet hunk of beefy goodness :)

As you sit on the small porch of your new house and look around you still can’t believe the beauty of the mountains. It’s early Spring so the mornings are still chilly, and you pull your blanket scarf tighter around your shoulders.

A distant bark catches your attention, and you squint through the trees to see a white fluff bounding right toward you. Your first instinct is to run into the house but then you hear the deep voice of the man running after the animal and you pause.

As they get closer you can clearly see it’s a large dog and instantly relax.

“Winter! Come back here right now!” the man yells just as the dog happily trots up your steps.

He nudges his nose under your hand for a pet and you can’t help but oblige.

“Winter!” the man growls and you instantly look up.

And you keep looking up for what feels like miles until you reach the crystal blue eyes of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. His long chestnut hair is pulled back into a low bun, but a few pieces have come loose and now frame his perfectly shaped jaw.

Your eyes wander over his plump lips and dark beard before you take in the rest of him. The soft flannel he wears is pulled tight over his broad shoulders and chest with the sleeves rolled up and barely containing his biceps.

The leather belt at his waist is worn and soft but seems pointless when the dark jeans he’s wearing are practically painted onto his thick thighs. Heavy boots cover his feet as they seem to continuously shuffle back and forth while you shamelessly check him out.

You stand and hold out your hand, introducing yourself. At first he just stares at you then down at your hand before wiping his own on his pants. His large hand closes around yours, the warmth and strength sending a new wave of appreciation through you.

“Hi, I’m Bucky,” he says quietly, holding onto your hand a bit longer than necessary before quicky letting go and shuffling on his feet again.

“It’s nice to meet you Bucky,” you reply, pointing at the dog. “And who is this?” you ask.

“Oh! Right. That’s Winter. Sorry about that. He took off after a squirrel and then he must have caught your scent. There aren’t too many people around here so…” he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“He’s beautiful,” you gush, scratching Winter behind the ears but never taking your eyes from Bucky.

His tongue darts out to lick his lips and his mouth opens but nothing comes out. After a few more seconds of silence, he seems to find his voice.

“Thanks! He’s a good boy, just adventurous. I hope he uh, didn’t disturb you or anyone else,” he mumbles, gesturing toward your house.

“Not at all,” you assure him. “It’s just me and I’m happy he came to say hello and brought you along too. You’re the first neighbor I’ve met.”

“I think I’m your only neighbor,” he laughs. “I’m just about a quarter of a mile that way and I think the next house might be two and half miles passed me.”

“Well, I’m glad it’s you. And Winter is just a bonus,” you flirt.

The pink that creeps up his cheeks only makes you like him more and can’t stop your giggle.

“I’m about to make some blueberry muffins. Could I bring you some when they’re done?” you ask. “I can’t eat them all myself.”

“Yeah! I love muffins! Thank you,” he replies with a lopsided grin.

“Ok great! I’ll see you soon,” you cheer, giving him a beaming smile. “Just that way right?” you ask him, pointing at the path in the trees.

“Huh?” he answers, staring and blinking a few times. “Oh, yea. My house. It’s uh, yep just down that path, can’t miss it.”

He shoves his hands in his jean pockets and kicks at some imaginary dirt.

“Ok then, I’ll see you soon Bucky and Winter,” you say and start to walk up your steps.

He waits for you to get to the door and open it before waving and jogging off, Winter hot on his heels.

When the blueberry muffins are baked and still warm you pack them up with some butter and start the short walk to Bucky’s house. The path is lined with stones and the tall evergreen trees create a beautiful aromatic frame along the dirt. The sound of cracking wood reaches your ears the closer you get.

At the end of the path the land opens up to large piece of green grass with the perfect log cabin sitting at the back. You smile when you see Winter sitting on the porch, his big and fluffy tail thumping loudly on the wood.

You look to the right and finally see the source of the sound. Bucky stands over a pile of wood and a large tree stump, wielding a large axe with ease. He brings it up above his head and swings it down, splitting the wood perfectly.

It’s hard to tear your eyes away from him and the way his muscles move under the tight clothing. It isn’t until Winter’s cold nose hits your leg that you look away and start walking again.

Winter’s happy barks pull Bucky’s attention from the wood and he turns to you. He sets down the axe and comes over to take the basket from your hands.

“Hi again,” he says sweetly, quickly looking at the muffins before his eyes meet yours again. “I’m glad you came back.”

You hook your arm through his. “Of course, I did,” you state obviously and pull him toward the porch. “Who else am I going to share these muffins with.”

He chuckles and dips his head, unable to hide the permanent flush on his cheeks whenever he’s around you.

“We could sit on the porch swing if you want. Or if it’s too cold you’re welcome to come in,” he tells you. “I could make tea. Do you drink tea? I also have coffee if you prefer. Or something cold? I should have lemonad…”

He’s about to go on but you reach up and place your hand on his cheek.

“Tea is just fine Bucky, thank you,” you say softly. “And we can sit out here. It’s so beautiful and the sun is warm.”

He nods a few times before rushing into the house to make the tea. You sit on the swing and prepare the muffins, gently pushing yourself back and forth with your foot. Winter lays just a few feet away in a warm patch of sunshine.

“Ok, hot tea coming right up,” Bucky says as he pushes the screen door open with his butt.

He sits opposite you on the bench, the basket of muffins between you and places the cups on the small table to the side.

“I brought honey, milk and sugar. I hope one of those will be ok,” he says.

“Perfect, thank you! I hope you like the muffins. I have butter for them too,” you say, holding one up on a napkin.

He takes it and has a bite, the crumbling dough breaking apart and getting stuck on his lips and in his beard.

“Wow. These are amazing,” he raves before taking another large bite.

You move the basket from between your bodies and shift closer to him. You bring your fingers up to his chin and lightly brush off the crumbs before swiping your thumb over his lips.

“They’re very crumbly and messy,” you explain, letting your gaze settle on his mouth before taking a bite of your own muffin.

“They’re perfect,” he stammers, clearly reacting to your touch.

His eyes watch as your tongue traces your lips to clean them of crumbs and he audibly swallows.

“These are amazing,” he mumbles, unmoving.

“You said that already,” you tease, squeezing his bicep before reaching for a cup of tea.

“Did I?” he says, more to himself than you. “I did. Didn’t I?”

You nod with a giggle and take a sip of tea. Winter trots over and rests his nose on the edge of the swing, clearly waiting for someone to share.

“Can I give him a piece?” you ask.

“Sure,” Bucky replies, laughing when Winter scarfs down the piece of muffin in one bite. “That’s one of the ways we’re the same. He loves to eat as much as I do.”

You throw your head back with a laugh.

“Well, that works out just great for me because I love to bake and cook!” you tell him. “As a matter of fact, I’m making pot pie for dinner. You should join me.”

Bucky doesn’t hesitate for a second when he answers.

“I’d love that. Pot pie is on of my favorites.”

You take one last sip of your tea before standing and covering the muffins.

“The rest are for you,” you say, pushing the basket toward him. “And I have a feeling you’ll say that about a lot of the things I make,” you say playfully. “I’ll see you at 6 sharp then?”

“Yes, definitely,” he whispers, his eyes going wide when you lean in to place a soft kiss to his cheek.

“See you then, Bucky. And don’t forget to bring Winter and an appetite,” you yell as you head back down the path to your house.

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scarletwinterxx · 3 years

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End to Start pt. 4 - Jaehyun AU

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“I never pegged you for a liar”

“You might be a foot taller than me but I won’t hesitate to deck you if you don’t shut up”

“You said you didn’t know him!”

“I never said such thing” you argued back, it was the typical morning for you. And by typical you mean Jungwoo bothering you as you work around the shop. Everyday he makes you wonder why you hired him in the first place.

“Your ex is Jung Jaehyun, the CEO of Jung Publishing. Their company is like established world wide, his sisters work abroad and his youngest brother works here. The world really is small after all”

“You sound like a fan”

“I can’t believe I tease Sungchan like that when his family can buy the whole block”

“Better start saying your apologies then” you mumbled

The bell ringed just then, making the two of you look up. “Speaking of, Sungchan, Jungwoo has something to say to you” You said as the younger boy walk towards the front counter

“Did I do something wrong again? I swear I didn’t mix up the salt and sugar this time”

“This time?” you asked

“No no no, you didn’t do anything wrong” you and Jungwoo spoke at the same time, the taller boy looking between the two of you like a little kid worried he might get scolded over something

“It was one time, and in my defense it was partly Jungwoo hyung’s fault. He put the two side by side”

“I kinda don’t want to know”

“You have something to say to me?” Sungchan asked Jungwoo, you just chuckled at the latter “You know, you’re a liar too”

“Too? What did I lie about exactly?”

“You’re a Jung!”

“He literally said that the day he applied here, technically he didn’t lie about anything. I was just dumb enough not to put two and two together” you answered for the younger boy. The three of you proceeded to work, the two boys in the kitchen area getting some pastries ready for display, you can hear them bickering from back there.

“Uhm noona, can I ask you something?” you were surprised by the sudden voice breaking the silence in your office, there Sungchan stood by the door peaking in

“Sure, come in. What is it?”

“Am I fired?”

“Why? Did you switch the sugar with salt again?” you chuckled, trying to make him feel less nervous

“Uhm I kinda heard what happened yesterday at home. I swear I wasn’t eavesdropping but you know, you guys weren’t exactly quiet”

You just smiled at the boy, he was so much like his siblings yet so different. He definitely got the good looking genes, much like his older brother he also has a weird sense of humor. But one thing that sets them apart is how shy and nervous Sungchan seems to be, like a little puppy being introduced to the world.

“Of course you’re not fired. Whatever happened between me and your brother has got nothing to do with you, I kinda didn’t even know you were siblings up until yesterday”

“I didn’t know you were his ex too” you chuckled at his answer, of course he didn’t. You never met the young boy when you and Jaehyun dated, you’ve met his sisters and his mom but you never got the chance to meet his father and his youngest sibling.

“That was a long time ago, you were probably still in middle school when we dated”

“He moved out of our house during his third year in college, I never expected he will cause mom wanted him to stay home. But one day he kinda just packed his things then he was out the door. Mom was so mad at him”

The two of you broke up the summer before third year of college, you left for Paris a few weeks before school started. You asked the university to let you go and transfer, which they thankfully approved.

Then you were on the next flight out. Not a single goodbye said.

You never heard from Jaehyun after that, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask about him. You had no right to, after what happened. So the story Sungchan told you was new news to you.

“He really liked the cake by the way, when he came to pick me up yesterday he asked if I could buy him another one”

“It is his favorite flavor” you smiled at the memory.

Jaehyun may or may not be the inspiration behind the uniquely flavored cake, when you were making the menu for your cafe you couldn’t help but add that selection. Given that not many people will like it but still you wanted to make it,

“So I’m not fired right?”

“No, I might have to ask Jungwoo about the salt incident though”

“No matter what he say, he was partly at fault”

This was honestly the last place you thought you’ll be at. You must look so silly right now, standing in the lobby of a corporate building in your sundress holding cake boxes while the receptionist stares you down.

“I’m sorry miss but I can’t just let you go up without an appointment”

“Okay uhm can I talk to someone that I give this to and take it upstairs?” you asked, gesturing at the boxes you brought

“Sorry we don’t allow solicitations” she smiled at you, but you know she was pretty annoyed at you.

You were just about to give up when you hear someone call your name,

“Y/N? Is that you?”

“Hi, Jess” you smiled back at her, “You brought a gift?” she asked, nodding at the box

“Yea, one of them is for you actually. It’s kind of late for your birthday but I thought you might like it”

Jessica smiled at you before taking the box and linking one arm around yours, the receptionist long forgotten.

“Let’s go upstairs, come on” then she whisked you away. When you got the elevator, the two of you made small chats. She was talking about how the designers loved the photos you took during the shoot,

“You should do it again sometime”

“It’s just a hobby now, really” you smiled at her suggestion, you did major in photography for the first two years in college but after moving schools, you decided to change majors too. Culinary was still hard to do, but you enjoyed every second if it. It was also a good thing that you were just as good with a camera as you are with a whisk.

“And let me guess, that one is for Jae” Jessica nodded at the box you were holding

You were about to say no but you both know that wasn’t the truth so you just laughed, “You know after you he never really dated anyone seriously. Chunga is a great girl and yet they never worked out. It’s like he already knew it wasn’t going to, no one was like you so why try”

“I don’t think he actually thinks that” you mumbled, “Just accept it, my brother is still very much smitten with you. He’s just trying to act all tough because he doesn’t want to get hurt again” she shot you a smile.

The two of you stepped out the elevator, you just followed Jessica since you’re not really sure where she was going

“I’m sorry” you know saying those words will never suffice but you still say it anyways.

“Don’t say sorry to me, you didn’t do anything wrong to me. And to Jaehyun too, just be gentle with him” she shot you that sisterly smile

“I don’t think he wants to talk to me, can you give this to him though?”

“Why don’t you give it to him yourself?”

“That’s not really a good idea, I don’t want to ruin his day”

“Believe me, you’ll be the best part of his day” she said as she open the door to her office you assume. She gestured for you to come in first, so you did.

When you turned around you almost lost your grip on the box you were holding,

“Okay, can’t say I walked right into that one” you mumbled, hearing a chuckle from Jessica who was standing behind you

“Enjoy” Jessica says from behind you before closing the door.

Jaehyun almost didn’t go to work today. Yesterdays revelations were too much to take in, of course it didn’t go down without an argument between him and his mother. Plus you were there and you looked like you just wanted to get away from him again, but you stayed rooted at your spot.

The two of you didn’t exchange any words besides an apology you muttered on your way out the door. He really thought that was the last of you he’ll see.

And now you’re here. In his office. He almost pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming right now because if he’s being honest it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve appeared in his dreams.

“What brings you here?”

“Uh, I’m not sure?”

“You’re not sure?”

“I didn’t think this far ahead”

He can’t help but chuckled at your expression. You were still standing awkwardly by the door, looking around his office.

“You know you can come closer, I don’t bite. Unless-”

“Okay don’t continue that sentence” you said as you walk towards his desk, putting the cake carefully on his table

“What’s this?”

“An apology gift”

“So you’re bribing me now” okay ouch.

He must have noticed the change in your expression because he quickly added, “I didn’t mean it like that”

“No no, it’s fine”

Then it was silent, not the awkward type of silence. You weren’t sure where to look so you just looked down at your feet, you hear a chuckle from Jaehyun

“What?”

“Just yesterday you were close to tears and now you’re here bringing me cake”

You smiled gently at his words, taking a deep breath before speaking again

“It was like a weight lifted off of my shoulder, at least now I don’t have anything to hide from you. There’s no monsters hiding in my closet or something like that. I don’t expect you to forgive me and forget about it. But I do want to fix this, the least I could do is make up for the wrongs that I did”

“Was it wrong?”

“I took your mom’s money, the money that she gave me to break up with you. She pretty much paid me”

“You said it yourself you never touched a cent”

“I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. It wasn’t worth it”

“Wasn’t worth what?” Jaehyun asked, he wasn’t why he did or what answer he wanted to hear from you but he asked anyway

“It wasn’t worth totally losing you. I knew if I used it then that meant I agreed with your mom. I only did what I did not because of the money but because I wanted you to be free from the burden you were feeling. She was never going to let us be if we continued dating, so I just took the money and disappeared”

He didn’t expect you to be this truthful and open about it, but then again you never really lied to him. He knew you like the back of his hand, even after all these years. There was no use to lying if it’s with him, he'll just see right through you.

“You could’ve said goodbye”

“You would’ve known then, you would’ve stopped me from going then we both wouldn’t be where we are now” You answered, this time there were no screams, no anger no sadness.

“Are you happy?” he asked

“Yes, it wasn’t always like this. There were a lot of hard days, now I’m just glad I got through all of that” you answered with a smile, you look over at him to find him already staring at you. “Are you happy, Jaehyun?” you asked him

“I can be”

As he said those words he also held your gaze, looking like he was staring right through you. This wasn’t the Jaehyun you’ve talked to previously, the one that was always angry and throwing words at you. This was just Jaehyun, the Jaehyun you used to know.

But then again he isn’t. He has changed so much in the past five years, as you have. Maybe you two were tossed together by fate at the wrong time, and it ended badly. But here you are now.

You’re not expecting a second shot at love with him, it wasn’t your time then so who call tell it is now? you were willing to gamble again but this time you both were too scared to lose. To hurt to ever risk falling again. Happiness is pretty much what all you want for him.

He deserves to be happy, even if it meant you had to end what you had in order for him to start again.

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Water under the Bridge (Josslyn II)

A/N: Okay! Here it is!!!! This was fun and made my heart hurt a little but maybe I’m just being emotional. And can you guys believe it’s been over a year since I posted Josslyn?? Where has the time gone?? I don’t think we’re on the sacred timeline anymore........Anyway thank you anon who suggested this storyline, and hope y’all enjoy! <3

Josslyn (Original)

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We’re going to have the best weekends evr, Regan texts me even though she’s just in the other room. Schedules were released for our summer semester and Regan and I had managed to get Fridays off. Summer was going to be so fun, and after two years doing college together we were experts at managing our workload to have fun on the weekends--even if that meant sacrificing a few nights’ sleep.

We’ll make summer our bitch, I text back. I hear a chuckle from her room.

Help me pick out a fit? she texts. I want to tell her Adam would love her in whatever, but I head to her room instead and watch her try on a dozen outfits before settling on the second. I tease her about Adam--they were going steady since first year, but she still got so nervous about him sometimes. Adam’s college was a train ride away so he would come down at least one weekend a month.

As for my own love life, there’d been no one steady. I did the whole hooking up and dating scene in first year but I was romantically burnt out by second. Nowadays, I could go home with someone if I chose to, but I also didn’t mind if I didn’t. My active endeavor to find a boyfriend had stopped when I realized I was trying to fill a gap. Instead, I was learning to be happy on my own.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you?” Regan asks. She was taking the train to Adam’s college and staying with him, there was this big start-of-summer party and she’d been trying to convince me for weeks.

“I don’t feel like being a third wheel,” I tell her honestly.

“You don’t have to!” She goes over her one argument again. “Gaelle’s roommate isn’t even back until next week so she has a spare room! She said you should come. Plus,” she ties her hair up, “it’s the weekend before the semester starts so have some fun.”

I make a noise, and she turns to look at me, totally judging me. It makes me laugh. “That’s why my version of fun is to.binge Netflix and-”

“Y/N!” She groans.

“Fine! I’ll go.”

Two words that would change everything.

***

By the time we get to the campus, Regan and I had come up with a dozen things we could potentially do this summer. I’m high on excitement as we meet up with Gaelle, and the three of us head to Adam’s place.

The sun is almost set by the time we leave, most of the sky is dark but a streak of orange stays stubbornly on the horizon. I pause to take pictures before we’re rushing off.

We approach the frat house--if you could call it that. It was half glass with a very modern structure. The greek symbol on the side of the house was the only indicator it wasn’t a millionaire’s summer-house.

“Since when did frat houses get so modern?” I ask. “This is...nice.”

“Wait ‘til you see inside,” Adam says. And he was right, even the drinks were fancier with their own guy behind the bar...although he was taking the occasional shot and getting progressively drunk.

We settle in an area close to the music and get swept up into the party atmosphere. Some people were beyond drunk already and I enjoyed the slight buzz of the drink in my hand. The views from inside with floor-to-ceiling windows were amazing.

Pretty soon, Adam and Regan break off. We move towards the centre of the party where the typical party shenanigans were happening. We tip back our drinks and pretty soon I’m straddling the line between tipsy and drunk. I find a cute boy with blonde hair and deep brown eyes and makeout with him until he gets too handsy.

“Ugh!” I give him one last shove and look for Gaelle but I’d lost her too. I search for a bathroom but they’re either occupied or have a lineup. This was a huge ass house, one of the bedrooms had to have one.

I open the first door to shouting.

“It’s called locking the door!” I shout drunkenly as I close it. The next room actually is locked, and the next one isn’t but I wish it was. “Eugh.”

I climb up to the topmost level, three doors--one was locked with the sound of people inside and the second is a bathroom. I was grateful people hadn’t made it up this far.

As I wash up, and touch up the mascara that was crusting under my eyes the door shakes as someone bangs on it from the other side.

“Dip! What the fuck are you doing in there? Everyone’s waiting for you!”

My heart pounds at the sudden noise and the deep voice demanding me to open up. The rush of adrenaline sobers me for a moment as I rush to open the door, “Sorry I didn’t realise anyone was...waiting.”

My words slow down and freeze altogether as I realise the fist banging on the door belonged to...him. Harry. He seems just as surprised as me, straightening up before a smile slowly inches across his face, it was almost sweet bordering on predatory. “Y/N!”

“Hi,” I say awkwardly. There was a lot of history and also not at all. I was also, I decide, too drunk for this. Act sober, this is not the night to run into this fucker.

“You-you’re the last person I was expecting to--excuse me it’s... good to see you! You look--you look as beautiful as ever!”

The events from high school that created this tense history between Harry and I was one of the worst things possible to happen to teenage Y/N. The thing is though, that I’d totally bounced back after I had decided he could fuck himself. Although it was awkward seeing him every day until graduation, it made me tougher. I credit it for making me so casual about relationships now...I stopped expecting so much of the boys I saw.

But leaving high school behind, my world expanded with college, I realised how childish it had all been: I’d had a fling with a player, and he’d played the field...It wasn’t that deep. But seeing him now, It made me aware in a way I wasn’t for a long time. Maybe what they said about distance had some merit. Or maybe I was just buzzed.

“Thanks...I wasn’t expecting you either.”

“You don’t uh, you don’t go here do you? I’ve never seen you around.”

“No,” I look out to the small hall but there’s no one there. The room that was previously locked is slightly ajar carrying male voices. “Adam goes here, I’m...with Regan.”

“Ah, Regan.” He smiles. “You’re still two peas in a pod?”

“Obviously,” The stiffness eases at the mention of my best friend. “So...can I get out of here?”

“Yeah sorry,” he moves aside so I can step into the hall. “Um, we’re playing video games in here room if you...you’re probably not interested.”

I clear my throat, Harry was playing video games when there was a party downstairs? I was curious, that maybe he changed.

“Oh,” he laughs and the dimples I adored make an appearance. “I’ve still got it! My frat just hosts too many parties for me to keep track.”

I guess I said that out loud, I bite my tongue but it really has a life of it’s own. “Did you jussay you still got it?” Oh my god, I was teasing him already. What about Harry made me absolute putty.

“Yeah,” he looks almost bashful. “Uhm, go easy I’m a little nervous here Y/N.”

I don’t know what to say to that, I bite my lip so nothing stupid comes out.

“So you’re just here for the night?” He carries on.

“Staying over with a friend,”

“A fr-” he cuts himself off, pressing his lips together. I realize I’m staring and look away.

“I should go-”

“Wait I-wait uh, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in years.”

“Yea,” I play with the rings on my fingers. “M’good, great. College’s a lot better than high school.”

“It’s not even comparable,” Harry says as he leans his shoulder against the wall. He looks perfectly placed there, and a tipsy voice flashes inappropriate thoughts into my head. “So...any...boyfriends?”

“Um,” that was direct. “No. No, I’m trying out being single...”

“Did something happen?” His expression is still casual but he holds himself rigid.

“No? A girl can’t be single?”

“Sure but someone like you...I’m just surprised.”

“Whatever that means,” I roll my eyes and head past him to go down but he blocks my way.

“Wait, I didn’t mean to offend you...” his voice dies out as I cross my arms. “I also didn’t mean to block you in.”

He steps aside and it feels painful to me but I take the small steps towards the staircase. One part of me--I blame the tipsy stupid part, wants to kiss him just to see if there was still something there, see if anything’s changed. The other was listing all the reasons this was an awful idea, to top it off he was a proven player, has broken my trust once before, and went to a school almost 2 hours from mine.

“Y/N,” Harry’s gruff voice says from behind me. My feet turn without permission and he’s right behind me. “M’sorry. Let me start over.”

I glance at his lips, damn. I can’t meet his eye suddenly. Oh god, I was still pretty tipsy. My mind short-circuits and all I can do is turn back to walk away, down the two sets of stairs, past sweaty bodies and loose limbs. In a great coincidence I bump into Gaelle in what looks like a game room.

“Harry goes here?” I ask--shout at her immediately. Her eyes widen, something passes over her face. “Was no one going to tell me he was going to be here?”

“I’m sorry!” She shouts. “I forgot you two had history!”

“I just wish I was prepared,” I say and she doesn’t hear, I just shake my head when she asks me to repeat. I needed another drink, and Regan. Maybe she could remind me why I stopped caring about him.

As I set off to find her, I’m reminded again how stupid this all was. High school was an ancient dream, we were all different people. I was a different person.

But even though what happened in high school was petty and juvenile, I remember how Harry made me feel. How it felt when we were together--even if it was a joke for him back then, I couldn’t forget the feeling of being seen. Of having arms to fall into, even if I knew they weren’t permanent.

“Regan!” I find her sitting on the dining table while Adam spoke with someone else. Her eyes alight and she waves me over. “I saw him! He...he goes here!”

“Who?” Confusion strings her brows together.

“Harry! From...you know Harry! He was upstairs! I--I didn’t know how to act.”

“Shit Harry! I forgot he went here!”

“You knew?” I throw my hands up.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal! He’s a dick but that was high school?”

“No I-” I sigh. “You’re supposed to tell me he’s still a dick! I saw him and it just got...complicated.”

Regan slides off the table and pulls me into a side hug, we can also hear each other better. “You’re a big kid now, do whatever you want Y/N. Tell him off, kiss his face, take revenge, who the fuck cares? We’re taking the train two hours home after this anyway!”

She had a point. But still...he couldn’t have changed much from the boy who hurt me.

“Adam hangs out with him sometimes,” Regan continues. “Apparently he’s not as bad as high school. He’s...mellowed out.”

“Unreal,” I roll my eyes. Adam was just covering for his friend. We hear a cheer go up behind us and Regan bulges her eyes as two guys help Adam up on his hands to do a keg stand.

Regan swears and heads back to him. I walk away, somehow feeling more and less confused after talking to Regan--do I go back up and see what this leftover emotion was, or ignore it as a drunken need for comfort?

But it’s like the decision is made for me when a hand wraps around my arm as I move from the dining area to the kitchen. I already know it’s him before I turn.

“Can we talk?” he asks. I nod and his grip loosens, slipping down into my palm. “Upstairs?” He motions to the staircase and we climb up the two flights. This time he leads me into one of the locked doors and although I’ve never been here, I’d been in some version of this room before. It’s familiar.

I ignore the ache when he lets go of my hand once we’re inside. I set my drink down on his desk and perch on the window ledge, it’s not big enough to sit on but has enough space for a few of his books and a speaker. His room’s pretty near, but then again Harry was never messy.

“So what do you want-” I start just as he says “Let me get this off my chest.”

“Go ahead,” I cross my arms before uncrossing them, and then crossing them again. With the way he ruffles his hair and crosses to the door and back, he seems just as nervous.

“You can leave at any time. I just want to say I was an asshole, I still kind of am sometimes. And I’m sorry for what I did to you. I know it’s like what--2 years late but all that with...Josslyn and all that...I’m sorry.”

Hearing her name makes me want to grind my teeth but I let the feeling pass. I reach for my drink instead to give me something to do. “It’s all water under the bridge.”

“Really?” Harry regards me suspiciously. “Because the way you were talking to me out there...”

“You’re just you,” I shrug. “Harry Styles, player and sweet-talker. I was just guarding myself against that.”

“Because of what happened between us?”

“No...maybe. I don’t know. But honestly, I’m not upset with you. It feels like an eternity ago. I guess it’s just self-preservation.”

“I guess,” he echoes. “So where does that leave us? If you’re all self-preserved?”

I eye him but he cracks a smile, he was teasing me. “It doesn’t have to leave us anywhere,” I snort. “We’re water under the bridge Harry...”

“My parents split,” he says suddenly and I’m reeling with the direction he’s taken. I open my mouth, and close it when nothing comes out. “Sorry, I know that’s random it’s just I never really talked to anyone about how they were rarely home and when they were they were always arguing a-and we spoke about it a lot. About our families so I just...”

“I’m sorry to hear that, do they still live in town?” I ask, wanting to put my hand on his or show him I cared but they stay glued to my drink.

“My mom moved into the city, it’s closer to her job and since I’m not living at home anymore it doesn’t really matter...”

“You still go home?” I ask.

“I don’t even know where home is?” He looks at me then, and the look in his eyes chips at the wall I’d been trying to build all night. Things had changed, for him.

“Are you--do you have someone to talk to?”

His laugh is dry, “They split last summer, convinced me to talk to some therapist. I don’t know if it really helped I think I’m actually better off. They’re better off and I just feel...free.”

I don’t know what to say to that so I stay quiet. He looks back up at me then, cracks his knuckles, before perching on his bed. “I’m just--sorry I’m not telling you that so you can feel sorry for me-”

“I don’t I just-”

“No it’s okay I just want to tell you that because you knew about that stuff. But I’m trying to tell you I’m not the same guy. Not completely, I’m just trying to tell you things changed and so have I.”

It echoes the same sentiment I had earlier in his conversation, and I remember Regan said he’s mellowed out. Maybe it was true. It still didn’t mean I was going to get together with him anytime soon but my heart hurts for him. I walk up to where he sits, he watches me with a steady gaze.

In the quiet, I hear the party going on outside the window, three floors below us. If I listen really carefully, I can hear sounds coming from the video game being played next door. In the stillness, I reach for Harry’s hand and he obliges, grasping mine.

“I wish I could...help you with the hurt. Not knowing where to call home is pretty shitty.”

“Don’t worry about me Y/N,” he pastes on his classic smile and I return one for his sake. It was getting heavy in here. “I’m just happy I got to talk to you. And I just found out you don’t hate me so...” he holds our intertwined hands and shakes it. “woo hoo!” I laugh as we let go.

“I guess I should go back to the party.”

“Yeah, okay. I won’t keep you.”

“Okay,” I’m a little stung he doesn’t suggest I stay a little longer. Maybe it was all in my head, maybe his intentions really were to make amends and that’s it. I pick my drink up from his windowsill and move to the door. I glance back before I go, he’s laying on his bed deep in thought, gazing up at the ceiling. I close the door behind me.

***

I wake the next morning, surprisingly well. I can’t say the same for Gaelle who’d passed me her keys at some point and told me she’d be home late. I spent the rest of the party trailing Regan until I decided I should just go crash. Harry hadn’t come out to find me, and I tried to hide the sour feeling, excusing myself early.

“Fuck me,” Gaelle croaks from her bed when I step into her open doorway.

“How about coffee, and pancakes?” I ask, returning the favor of being able to sleep here.

“I’ll take it,” she flops back into bed. I busy myself with measuring coffee and water, my thoughts occupied with everything Harry and I had been through since we last saw each other. I demonized him for so long, humanizing him is harder to swallow.

What he’d done to me was shitty, there was no denying. But had he really changed? And most importantly, why did I care so much? It’s not like he was the one.

My phone rings: Regan. She’s talking so fast I hardly hear her, only really understand that it was a party ritual to gather in the student centre the morning after a big party. Endless coffee and free food seemed to be the general consensus for a party cure.

“I don’t know if I can make it there,” Gaelle says when I tell her. “I was hoping for pancakes at home.”

“I already put the coffee on but I’m hauling your ass there if you’re not up in 5. Our train leaves after noon anyway and it’s closer to the college.”

Slowly but surely Gaelle emerges and we make our way, spotting Regan easily as the bright spot in a sea of college students in PJs and last night’s clothing. She’s the only one fully dressed, with a full face of makeup on.

“I didn’t drink that much,” she shrugs when we settle around her and Adam’s friends. “Unlike some people.” She looks pointedly at Adam who’s slumped where he sits. I remember the kegger and laugh.

Life soon flows back into the group around us as does the coffee and breakfast foods. I’m relaxed in the environment until I look down the tables to where Harry stands, looking back at me. He raises a hand and I do the same until an extremely tall angel--she was literally wearing a halo, probably from last night-walks up to him and wraps her hands around his waist. She says something to him and he tears his gaze away.

I look down at my cup immediately, my cheeks burning with humiliation. I’d been thinking about him all this time, thinking about how it might feel if I kissed him and of course he had a girlfriend. She never came up, but he never said he didn’t either. He didn’t make any moves on me yesterday, if I looked at it he only made an attempt to talk. Sure he was flirty but that was just Harry and I...I was a fool. I was such a fool. Things may have changed for him but he hadn’t. He was still the same Harry who chose Josslyn over me. He would always have a girlfriend, I was just the girl from his past who he could trust. I couldn’t say the same about him.

“What’s wrong,” my best friend nudges me. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I don’t know,” I look into her concerned eyes. “I’m just going to--I’ll be right back.”

I head out and find the closest washroom. The tears are instant and I let myself cry--out of frustration, humiliation, or some twisted sense of betrayal...it was all the same for me. I check the time, I just had to hold myself together and avoid Harry for another 2 hours before we were back on the train home. I would tell Regan everything then.

*** Three weeks later ***

“If Adam’s over later...” Regan trails off. She’s sprawled on my bed while I sit in my desk chair trying to read one more chapter before I close the books for the week.

“I have my earplugs ready and a second place to stay,” I roll my eyes. “I already told Kiara I might crash on her couch.”

“I owe you,” she jumps back up.

“You owe me like, 7 and a half.”

“7 and a half?”

I’m about to answer but a knock on our door has her racing out. I try to ignore the voices, I just had two more pages I had to get through--the joy of summer classes.

“Y/N?: Regan’s voice is a whisper. “We’re going now but...you have a guest. If you want me to kick his ass I totally can though.”

Standing behind her is Harry. I focus on him, yes it really was him. Why was he here?

“Harry?” I sound confused because I am. He’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans, and he’d traveled 2 hours just to get here.

“He wouldn’t leave me alone,” Adam says louder as they leave the room. “I’m sorry Y/N...”

“What is this?” I ask. My feelings are at war with each other, I was still feeling slighted by the last time we saw each other but seeing his face was also an exciting surprise.

“I wanted to see you,” Harry says nervously. He still stays at my bedroom door.

“You can come in...” I stand up and realize I was wearing an oversize t-shirt and the scruffiest PJ shorts I owned. “Phones have cameras now, you didn’t have to come all this way.”

He shrugs, taking one step in. “I liked seeing you in person last time. But I feel like we left it wrong.”

He knows I saw him, what conclusions I must have come to. It wouldn’t be that hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We talked it out.”

He comes to life, “Don’t play dumb Y/N I know you saw me with...I know what you thought and-”

“Did you really come all this way to explain that you had a girlfriend? Like, three weeks later?”

“No that’s the thing-”

“Because that’s kind of dumb. And unnecessary-”

“No listen!” He says a bit louder so I do. “The thing is she wasn’t my girlfriend...we’d hung out a few times but she saw me at the caf and got clingy. We’re not an item honestly, I can’t remember the last time I had a girlfriend-.”

“So why are you here?” My voice is higher than usual. I was confused, and upset, and I wanted him to leave. This was starting to sound like Josslyn part 2.

“You know why I’m here. Y/N I’ve been nothing but a dick to you and I know I don’t deserve you but I really like you. I want to clear the air, and ask you if you can see something here I...”

He trails off when he notices the tears trailing down my cheek. It’s just too much for me, as I finally face the emotions from that weekend. I’d shoved them aside after Regan had gotten onto the train worried her and Adam were headed towards a breakup. I’d put aside what happened and never thought about it. But my heart broke a little that morning.

I knew what I knew: maybe Harry and I weren’t good for each other but we were good with each other. In an attempt not to get hurt I’ve been distancing myself from romantic connections--I found more of myself in doing this, but a part of me was missing without exploring it.

Harry moved closer until we’re nearly touching. I wipe my tears with my shoulder and we stand still on the hardwood floors of my room. An eternity passes before he reaches out to wipe the tear caught in my lashes. I close my eyes to his touch, scared of how much I wanted it.

“Y/N,” my name is a breath on his lips and it makes my heart stutter. My eyes open in slow motion, seeing him so vulnerable right in front of me, and suddenly things speed up and we’re reaching for each other; two waves crashing until they become one.

***

I don’t know how much time had passed in minutes, Adam and Regan are still out but Harry and I had fallen together and crashed apart so many times that I’m dizzy with it.

“You’re wonderful,” he says as we face each other, our noses just nearly touching. He trails a finger down my cheek. “Just...incredible.”

I feel the flush spread through me, “Great vocab Styles. We’re really using the big words.”

“Words are sort of hard right now,” he grins. “My brain’s all mush.”

I laugh, “Not much different to its usual state!”

“I knew you were going to say that!” he tries to reach for me but I skip off the bed with a laugh. “Come back.”

“I have to pee,” I slip on pants and can’t stop grinning the whole time I’m away. When I come back in, the blissful smile on his face tells me everything I need to know. I climb over him but he stops me in place, a knee on either side of his hips.

“I’m happiest when I’m with you Y/N,” he says, his voice roughened with emotion. “I think I always was. Younger Harry liked to self-sabotage.”

I bend down and my hair slips around us. The way he looks at me makes my insides mush. And even though I have proof of why I shouldn’t trust him, he’s here. In my bed. Miles away from where he would be if he hadn’t traveled all this way to see me. And that means something.

“I’m glad you’ve done some growing,” I say to him quietly.

“I had to,” he says softly. “I couldn’t have you like I do now if I hadn’t.”

“I guess we’ve both grown,” I brush a curl from his forehead.

“I know, old Y/N would have punched me if I showed up unexpectedly.”

“Rightly so,” I grin. He smiles back, brushing my hair behind my ear, back over my shoulder. He props himself on his elbow to kiss the shoulder he’d bared. It’s simple, and sweet, but it’s enough to unravel me all over again. And he knows it.

“When does Regan get home?”

“We might have another half hour,” I grin.

“Let’s not waste it,” he mumbles into my skin.

I agree.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #series #harry styles series #harry styles fic #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #writingsfromhome #college!harry #I think the idea of growing separately as a young adult #and coming together again as more mature versions of yourself is what #gets me #or maybe I'm emotional because I'm a year older soon #and it's got me thinking about being in your 20s #either way hope this is enjoyable #tag talk out #ps dont mind any inconsistencies i wrote this quick

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pairing: human!baekhyun x vampire!reader (f) genre: smut, paranormal warnings: mentions of blood, pain, monsters etc, explicit sex involving some slight dom/sub themes but not really. a lot of position switching, oral (m receiving), cursing word count: 6.6k summary: you’re thirsty. so damn thirsty. and baekhyun is the only one that can give you what you want. it’s the last time, really the last time, you tell yourself. a/n: hello my lovely amazing readers! thank you so much for being so patient with me these last several months, i know i haven’t been very consistent with my posting BUT i promise i’m trying. i started this piece about 3 weeks ago and my only goal was to finish it by the end of the month. thankfully i just barely finished in time! i hope you enjoy but first, a disclaimer: i haven’t read or watched anything about vampires in many years so i know there may be things that don’t technically make sense. vampire enthusiasts pls do not come for me, i did my best. thanks to: all my followers, @jjinyounf for discussing vampire reproductive systems, & @flowerbeom and @jjpmoans for hyping me up and giving me love and encouragement whenever i need it, which is a lot!

Last time, you told yourself it was the last time.

The last time you let Baekhyun into your apartment at half past three in the morning, so out of your mind starving that you could hardly even see straight. The last time you let him take you, command your body like it was no longer your own.

You should have known you were lying to yourself.

You [3:28am]: are you up?

Baek [3:29am]: yea, why?

You [3:31am]: can you come over?

After your last message, you got no response. Perhaps, you thought, he’d fallen asleep or worse, had no interest in being your blood bag for the night. You would be disappointed, but you wouldn’t blame him.

You rolled over in bed, flopping onto your stomach as you buried your face into your pillow. Maybe you could simply push through and wait until morning, when Kyungsoo would be awake and able to help you.

After you turned a few months ago, totally unexpectedly, it had flipped your world upside down. Kyungsoo found you, shivering and delirious by a dumpster where your fun little one night stand had left you.

Kyungsoo was human, but he was the type of person that people trusted and allowed into their worlds, no matter who they were. As one of the general surgeons of the local hospital, he’d gotten himself into a position of substantial power over both the humans and the vampires of your city. He never used it as a weapon—only as leverage to keep the humans safe.

When he found you, he’d wrapped you in his jacket and carried you to his apartment, but you didn’t remember anything until many days later. Kyungsoo nursed you to health, providing you with a vampire crash course to prepare you for the rest of your life. Of eternity.

Then he’d introduced you to some of his friends at a party after you were more comfortable, although you had yet to feed on a living human. There was a whole community of humans that got off on it, that lived for the pain and pleasure of letting a vampire feed on them.

It was at this party that you met Baekhyun. He had a mischievous glint in his eye when Kyungsoo told him your name and left the two of you alone in the dimly lit, smoky club basement. Something about that look in Baekhyun’s eyes told you he knew you’d be his by the end of the night.

The feeling, the taste, the pure ecstasy of finally consuming fresh blood was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before, even when you were alive. Your senses were heightened as a vampire as it was, but as soon as his blood hit your tongue, it was like your world exploded into a million colors.

But even though you’d been the monster drinking his blood, Baekhyun remained in control. He laid you out on his bed and pinned your wrists to the mattress with one hand, his other wrist pressed into your mouth as he forced you to feed.

You whimpered and cried out when it was too much, when the overstimulation of his blood and the way he was rocking into you at a brutally rhythmic pace had you seeing stars. He never relented; only fucked you harder as you writhed under him.

After that night, you never wanted anyone else. Baekhyun was the only man you wanted to feed from. With him, you didn’t feel like a monster. You didn’t feel like a thing, like a horror story to tell in the dark.

He made you feel human again.

Tonight, the thirst was too much to handle. It was clouding your mind and keeping you awake as you twisted and turned under the covers. You couldn’t tell if you were craving his blood or craving him, but you were too weak to care.

You hated the thirst. It was like dehydration, tenfold. Your head hurt, your lips were dry no matter how many times you wet them, and all you could think about was warm blood sliding down your throat. It was maddening.

The telltale sound of your apartment’s buzzer had you sitting up in bed, so quickly that it made your head spin, the noise signaling that you had a visitor down at the main entrance to your building.

You scurried off the bed and hurried to the door, nearly running into it as you slid on the hardwood in your socks to let him in. You told yourself the eagerness to see him was only because you were thirsty, certainly nothing more.

As soon as you opened the door, you felt embarrassingly underdressed.

Baekhyun had dyed his hair since you’d last seen him. It was now a silver blonde, perfectly messy and framing his stupidly beautiful features. He’d been out tonight, you realized. The glitter on his cheekbones gave it away.

His hands were stuffed comfortably in the pockets of his leather jacket with a faded graphic tee underneath, and expertly tailored black jeans practically painted onto his lower half.

You tugged the hem of your T-shirt down, even though he’d already had you in positions that you hadn’t even thought were physically possible—vampire or not. For some reason, you still felt bare in front of him in your pajama shorts and oversized tee.

“Hmm,” Baekhyun hummed as he stepped inside, letting the heavy door close behind him. He smelled like smoke and rum. “Look at you. Is someone thirsty?”

You blinked, grateful that you were incapable of blushing. As ravenous and desperate for blood as you were, the way he looked you up and down made you feel small and shy.

“Can I?” you asked, reaching for his wrist, half tucked into the pocket of his jacket.

“Uh-uh.” He stepped back just before your fingers brushed his skin. “You know that’s not how it works, baby. You still need to work for it.”

If you wanted to, you could muster your strength and slam him into the door, dive for his neck and bleed him dry before he even realized what was happening. But you didn’t. You wanted this, you wanted to beg and plead until finally, he rewarded you.

“Baekhyun,” you whispered, then dragged your tongue over the dry, cracking skin of your lips. “I’m so thirsty. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He seemed pleased by this, judging by the way his lips turned into a familiar smirk. “I know you will. Come on, let’s go sit down.”

You followed him to the living room obediently, watching as he made himself comfortable on the couch. He shrugged his jacket off, revealing the expanse of his forearms down to his wrists, covered in bite marks in various stages of healing.

All from you.

If he had chosen to get his fix somewhere else, you wouldn’t have any reason to be envious or hurt. But it filled you with a sense of pride that he didn’t, that you were the only one he allowed to taste him.

You moved to sit next to him, but Baekhyun stopped you. He took your hand, leading you to stand in between his parted legs.

“Knees.”

It took one word for you to drop to the carpet, your bare knees pressing into the old scratchy shag rug you’d had for ages. He kept your fingers in his palm, rubbing his thumb idly over the back of your hand.

“Good girl.” With his other hand, he tucked your hair behind your ear, his wrist brushing against your cheek so that you could hear the pulse beneath his skin.

“Baek…” you began, turning slightly until your nose brushed his skin. “Just a taste. Please.”

Baekhyun lifted your chin with his finger and locked eyes with you. You filled with warmth already, just one look enough to send your mind racing with images of everything you wanted from him. His blood was further down the list than you would have thought.

“Just a taste,” he repeated.

With that, he let go of your hand and turned slightly to reach into the pocket of his discarded jacket. When he pulled out the shiny folded metal, you gulped hungrily.

The pocketknife brandished with a metallic click.

It wasn’t uncommon for humans to carry weapons these days. After all, vampires weren’t the only monsters that roamed the streets after dusk, and not all vampires were quite as friendly with humans as you were.

Your eyes followed Baekhyun’s nimble fingers as he brought the very end of his knife to his middle finger, twisting the point into his fingertip until a spot of blood appeared.

It took every bit of self control that you possessed not to reach out in desperation for his hand and bring it to your mouth. But you knew better—you knew if you broke, Baekhyun would stand up and walk out the door like you were less than nothing to him.

He watched you with interest as he held his finger just out of your reach, eyes dancing with that mischievous stare he had when he teased you. You would despise it if you didn’t know that eventually, he always caved.

Finally, when your mouth had gone dry and you could feel the warm tingle that meant your fangs were about to protrude, Baekhyun brought his index and middle fingers to your mouth.

He slipped them past the parched skin of your lips, your entire world blooming as soon as his middle finger touched the center of your tongue. You moaned, eyes falling shut.

“Look how needy you are,” he remarked after a beat. His voice was strained, though, as if watching your display of bliss was causing him physical pain.

He let you go for a while, maybe half a minute, before he was removing his fingers from your mouth. You couldn’t help but whine, resisting every urge not to grab at his wrist to keep him there.

With the small amount of his blood you’d been able to milk from his finger, you already felt renewed. A surge of energy coursed through you like you’d just been injected with adrenaline.

“What do you say?” Baekhyun asked with a cocked brow.

You swallowed, licking any remnants of his blood from your lips. “Thank you.”

Without a second thought, you reached for Baekhyun’s belt, fingers quickly undoing the metal buckle. Your ears picked up the quickening of his heartbeat from the moment you undid the button of his pants.

It was no surprise that most vampire-human relationships, if not ending in death, ended in sex. Feeding, in your experience, was extremely sensual and instantly created feelings of arousal within both parties. It was almost better than sex, and when the two came together? It was euphoric.

You were pleased to find him half-hard already by the time you got his zipper down, your hand wrapping around the length of him under the fabric of his briefs. Baekhyun inhaled sharply, holding his breath until you had pulled his cock from his underwear.

Only a few seconds passed before you leaned forward, parting your lips to run your tongue along the underside of his member. Your eyes remained open, locked on Baekhyun’s face to gauge his reaction.

He loved it, of course.

With a groan, he tipped his head back, exposing his throat and sending a shockwave to your core. You wanted his throat, his neck, all of that fresh, warm blood pumping beneath his skin. But you wanted to taste it while he was inside of you. It would be worth the wait.

Your eyes fell shut as you took his length into your mouth, deeper and deeper with each stroke until he hit the back of your throat. Unlike men you’d been with when you were human, Baekhyun made no effort to remain quiet. He was loud, and you loved it.

If you had your way, all of your days would be filled with Baekhyun’s voice. His moans, his rough whispers in your ear, his laugh, his hums as he completed mundane tasks like wiping down the counters or tying his shoes. Deep down, you wanted it all.

“Good girl, that’s my girl,” he whispered, reaching forward to lace his fingers in your hair. He curled his hand into a tight fist, a deliciously sharp pain spreading across your scalp.

You whimpered, lips wrapped tight and wet around him. He guided you back and forth for a while with his hand in your hair, muttering soft praises all the while. By the way his hips were twitching towards your face, you knew he was getting lost in the ministrations of your mouth.

Baekhyun soon dropped his hand from your hair, signaling you to pull away, just in time for him to stand up and pull you to your feet.

A squeak of surprise fell from your lips as he lifted you, hooking your legs around his waist in a simple, swift movement.

“Bed,” he said simply.

Baekhyun carried you through your apartment as if it was his own, lips kissing and nipping at your neck as he dodged every obstacle between the two of you and the bedroom. He stopped once, in the hallway, to lean you into wall and roll his hips into your center.

His name came out as a sigh.

Then, finally, he dropped you onto the center of your bed. It was messy from your previous tossing around in the sheets from your thirst, but neither of you cared. Baekhyun reached for the comforter, knotted and piled together under your lower back, and easily tossed it off the bed to leave nothing but the sheets under you.

He stood at the foot of the bed, chest heaving up and down, and ran his fingers through his hair. The look in his eyes had you squirming, ready for him to devour you in every way possible.

“Are you still thirsty, baby?”

Your heart clenched at the pet name, even though he always called you that, loving the way it sounded on his lips. You gulped, nodding as you batted your eyelashes.

“Yes,” you admitted.

“Take off your clothes,” he told you, hands reaching for his jeans, still unbuttoned, to push them down his legs.

It took less than a second for you to obey, clutching the waistband of your shorts and shoving them off of you. You knew he liked when you kept your underwear on, just so he could use it to further torture you by keeping a layer between you.

You slipped your thin T-shirt off, throwing it to the side and laying back into the mattress again. Baekhyun had removed his own shirt, leaving just his briefs from letting you see all of him.

You could marvel at his body for hours—he was slender, but solid. He wasn’t much taller than you, but his shoulders were broad enough to make you feel protected in those rare moments when he held you in his arms.

This time, though, you noticed something new. There was a handful of bruises and scratches marring his body, completely different from the puncture marks that your fangs left when you fed on him. Blinking, you furrowed your eyebrows, fingers reaching out.

“What are-”

“No questions,” Baekhyun cut you off, reaching for your hands before they could reach their destination. His face softened, ever so slightly, when you quickly retreated, curling your hands up near your own chest. “We’re not here to talk, are we, baby?”

Just like that, he made you forget the suspicious marks on his chest, even one slash that looked particularly painful. Almost like he’d been cut by a knife.

Watching the way he licked his lips as his eyes traveled down your body, slowly, so slowly, you were easily steered back to the task at hand. You dropped your hands to the sheets, digging your nails into the fabric as he overwhelmed each of your senses.

Even from here, you could smell his blood. From here, you could hear the steady, strong beat of his heart, taste the alcohol and nicotine of his kiss. Your body was calling out to him and you weren’t sure how much longer you could deny what it needed.

“Baekhyun,” you found yourself whining, hips squirming under his hungry gaze.

His eyes snapped up to your face then, so much desire and pure lust in his stare that you felt a brand new surge of heat travel through your limbs.

“Mm, first…” he pressed one knee down into the mattress, then the other, until he was hovering over you. “We have to see if you’re ready for me, don’t we?”

Baekhyun led a painfully light touch down the middle of your chest with his index and middle fingers, between your bare breasts, and down the valley of your stomach at a pace that had you biting your tongue just to keep from begging him for the nth time. It would only further encourage him to play with you, of which you could only tolerate so much.

You knew his moves by now, knew that he would trail those fingers down to your waist, over the elastic of your panties until he found the evidence of your arousal between your legs. You knew his moves, and he still had you whimpering the moment his fingers brushed your clit through your panties.

Your toes curled into the sheets as you tried desperately not to show how crazy he was making you. He knew already, though, the moment he slid his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and found wetness between your legs.

“Oh,” Baekhyun said with a smirk, tongue running cheekily along his lower lip. “You’re dripping, Y/N. You’re this wet just from sucking me off?”

Again, you were grateful for your inability to blush.

“Answer me,” he demanded suddenly, eyes turning dark just the way you liked them.

“Yes!” you replied, hips canting up towards Baekhyun’s hand. “Yes, I’m this wet just from sucking you off.”

Even after you closed your eyes, you were sure you could see the cocky smirk that was undoubtedly painted upon his lips. He lived for this, the feeling of absolutely owning you. You, an immortal, bloodthirsty, powerful woman despite how weak he made you.

As his fingers delved lower, just until he could dip them into your entrance, you mewled and turned your cheek towards the pillow. “Please,” you breathed.

Baekhyun’s lips brushed your neck. “Please, what?”

“Want you… want-“ you sighed as his fingers pushed deeper, to his second knuckle. “Want you inside.”

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t surprise you when he finally gave in, but you couldn’t complain. Though he didn’t concede without a few deep pumps of his fingers, enough to have you gasping and close to ripping the sheets apart beneath you.

Baekhyun slipped his fingers from you and stood from the bed, his hands pushing down his briefs without hesitation. He nodded at you once, motioning with his chin to the headboard behind you.

“On your knees, and face the headboard.”

Renewed with your need to feel Baekhyun inside of you, you easily flipped over onto all fours, that warm sensation in your gums warning you that your fangs would extend at any moment. You didn’t fight it, hoping that it wouldn’t be much longer until you would need them.

“Fuck,” Baekhyun exhaled, just before you felt the bed shift with his weight as he moved behind you. “You’re beautiful, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love seeing you like this.”

You’re beautiful.

The words echoed in your mind, though you knew they probably shouldn’t. He rarely complimented you so boldly, especially before he was inside of you, overwhelmed with pleasure and pain. Curling your hands into fists, you shoved your feelings down because you needed to. A survival instinct, really.

Because if you fell for him, if you opened your heart, the odds were against you. You weren’t sure why he chose you, why you were the only one he allowed to feed from him, but you couldn’t let yourself see it as any more than a mutual transaction of pleasure.

Baekhyun snapped you out of your thoughts easily the moment he pressed up against you from behind, his hands molding down your sides until he could place them upon your hips.

You hung your head between your shoulders, reaching your hands out to grip the wooden slats of your headboard. The anticipation was always the best, and worst, part of this.

It almost scared you how well Baekhyun knew your body. He knew when he trailed his fingertips down between your shoulder blades that you’d shiver and bite your lip, using every ounce of willpower that you possessed not to beg him. Even though you were pretty sure that’s what he wanted.

He knew when he leaned forward and kissed your shoulder, that you’d ultimately lose the battle with yourself and your dignity. You were hot, sweaty, and desperate. Desperate enough to give in and sob his name, squeezing your headboard so hard that you felt the wood splinter beneath your hands.

Without another word, his lips still pressed to your skin, you finally felt the tip of his cock tease your entrance. You held your breath, hoping beyond hope that he wouldn’t drag it out any longer.

Your wish was granted as he filled you in one long stroke, both of you releasing satisfied moans at the sensation. This... this was bliss.

“How are you-” Baekhyun ground out through his teeth and squeezed your hips hard enough you’d probably bruise, if you could, “-always this tight? God.”

His lips trailed across from one shoulder blade to the other, giving your body a moment to adjust to the girth of him, before he began to move. Just like every other time, he pulled sighs and moans from you that only his ears had ever had the privilege of hearing.

“Oh, my god,” you breathed, your walls clenching around him each time he filled you, his pace making your head spin.

“How’s it feel, baby?” Baekhyun asked, voice low next to your ear.

It took a few more thrusts for you to be able to catch your breath to answer him, your head spinning from the way he was fucking you. It didn’t matter how many times you had him, he always made you like this. Crazy, hungry, and weak.

“Good, so… so good.”

“That’s right,” Baekhyun answered, one hand drifting from your hip down between your legs to find your clit. “You’re taking me so well. Think you might get to feed a little earlier than normal tonight, baby.”

You clenched around him once more at his words. Recently, Baekhyun had started making you wait longer and longer to taste him. The last time, you’d been teetering right on the edge of your second orgasm when he finally bared his neck to you.

It wasn’t the worst thing in the world--no, that moment when his blood hit your tongue had sent you towards the most electric, trembling climax you’d ever had. But you had to admit your mouth was watering already at the thought of sinking your teeth into his skin sooner rather than later.

“Please,” you begged, pushing your ass back towards him. “Please, Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun rolled his fingers around your clit in circular motions, grunting as he thrusted hard, jolting you forward. You gasped and moaned, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

“You want that, huh? You want me to fuck you while you drink from me?” He matched each stroke of his cock inside of you with the pace of his fingers, drawing tight circles between your legs.

“Yes,” you answered, voice cracking. You didn’t just want it, you needed it. Your fangs were showing now, and you weren’t even sure at what point they’d finally protruded from your gums, a biological response to the thought that you would be needing them soon.

Your world spun, briefly, as Baekhyun grabbed your hips and flipped you from your knees onto your back. It was quick, a move he’d pulled on you so many times you barely even noticed until he was pushing back inside of you.

“Oh, look at you,” he said from above you.

Now that you could see him, you could appreciate his rosy cheeks, the way his hair stuck to his temples, and the subtle way his shoulder muscles contracted each time he moved inside you. Holding himself up with one arm, he trailed his free hand down the side of your face and brushed his thumb over your lip.

“You’re ready to feed, aren’t you, baby? So fucking needy. You think you deserve it?” The pad of his thumb slipped inside of your mouth, daring to trace over the shape of one of your fangs.

All you could do was nod, the ability to actually speak coherent words completely lost on you at the moment.

You waited, as patiently as you could while he was driving you insane, for Baekhyun to make the first move. You never reached for his arm first, never lunged for his neck or his shoulder, simply because you wanted him to have that control.

Baekhyun leaned down, his lips trailing kisses from your chin up to your jaw, until he nipped at your earlobe. “Go ahead, pretty. Take what you want.”

The next time he filled you completely with his cock, you finally sunk your teeth into Baekhyun’s neck, that same spot that you had claimed as your own already. You whimpered as his blood filled your mouth, sliding down your throat.

You reveled in the way he tasted and the sinful way he inhaled sharply at the initial bite before he let out a long, blissful moan. Your body was on fire now, so consumed in Baekhyun and the way he felt buried this deep inside of your heat. It was like you were invincible.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pulled him into you easily. It was different when you fed from him like this. You had to be careful, control yourself so that you didn’t hurt him too badly, but it tasted so damn good.

Before you could get carried away, you forced yourself to pull back, licking any remnants of his blood from your lips. Even though you were no longer feeding, you felt the effects of his blood rushing through your body already.

It was electric and overwhelming in the best possible way, heightened even more so by the way Baekhyun fit inside of you and stretched you so perfectly. The entire room had brightened around you as if somebody had switched on a light.

When you were finally able to focus on the man above you, you were pleased to find that he looked just as fucked out as you felt. His arms shook, for a moment, maybe from the quick loss of blood or just the sheer pleasure of it all.

Taken by a moment of bravery, you used your legs hooked around his hips to roll your bodies over so that you could settle on top of him and let him rest for a moment. His wound would heal quickly—something to do with the healing properties of your saliva, according to Kyungsoo—but you knew he’d need a beat to regain his strength.

The moment he filled you completely, you took in a shuddering breath and planted your hands on his chest. Baekhyun stared up at you, eyes filled with awe, lips parted as if he wanted to say something but just couldn’t find the words.

“Wanna ride you,” you whispered, licking your lips once again. “I want to make you - make you feel good,” you admitted.

Baekhyun’s hands found your thighs, pale and smooth, and dug his fingertips into your skin. Slowly, those fingertips trailed up to your hips to pull you closer, forcing you into a rocking motion atop of him.

“Go on, then,” he breathed. “Make me feel good.”

It occurred to you then that you’d been in this position with him only once before, and it only lasted a couple of minutes before he flipped you onto your back and took over control. This time, though, you wanted to take it until the end. You wanted him to see just a shred of the power you could have over him.

Maybe you didn’t realize it until now, but you knew Baekhyun’s body just as well as he knew yours.

You knew when you rolled your hips just right, he’d groan and his eyes would flutter closed as he fought not to thrust himself further inside of you. You knew his hands would start to roam, squeezing and groping at the smooth flesh of your hips and stomach.

Not until Baekhyun had you learned to appreciate a man’s hands on you without feeling self conscious or try to cover up. Maybe because Baekhyun owed you nothing, there was no reason for him to lie to you or tell you what you wanted to hear. With his hands and his lips, he painted his honest truth on your body without saying a word.

You started to lose yourself more and more with each roll, each circular grind of your hips on top of him, letting your needy moans fill the room along with his.

“Just like that,” Baekhyun praised, both hands holding firmly onto your waist. “Tell me, who makes you feel this good?”

You pressed your hands more firmly into his stomach and opened your eyes, only a little surprised to find him staring up at you again as if he was trying to drink in every inch of your body.

Just when you were about to answer, Baekhyun bucked his hips up, pushing himself deeper inside of you—deep enough to make you shiver and lose any and all words that could have gone through your mind.

“I-” you started, fighting the urge to close your eyes. With the way he was looking at you, you knew that Baekhyun wanted your eyes on him. “Y-you,” you could only whisper.

“I said,” he said, through his teeth, surprising you as he sat up underneath of you so that your chests were flush together. “Who makes you feel like this?”

“You, you, you,” you cried, feeling the familiar heat building in your belly and spreading down towards your thighs. “Baekhyun, oh, fuck…”

“Mmm,” Baekhyun hummed, pleased, pulling you even closer to him. “Such a good girl. You know exactly who you belong to, don’t you? No one else can ever have you like this.”

Even as far gone as you were, something about his words made you shiver, mind racing with all the ways he could mean those words. You’d accepted that you wanted more from him, more than a late night fuck and feed, but what if he felt the same way?

“No one.”

Baekhyun pressed the words onto your lips. You clawed at his shoulders, not caring if you marked him, if you left scratches to match the mysterious half-healed slashes across his torso. You wanted him to belong to you, too, if only in one way.

The kiss sent you closer to your high as your thoughts got the best of you, imagining what your life might be like if you could belong to each other.

Maybe you could wake up next to him someday, help him with breakfast by frying the bacon while he mixed pancake batter. Or you could fall asleep curled up into his side, hand pressed to his chest, counting his heartbeats.

“Close,” you whispered. “I’m so close.”

“Me too, baby. Me too.” Baekyun pulled back first from the kiss, one hand in your hair and the other helping you keep your pace, gripped possessively around your hip.

When you finally tumbled over the edge, you could only speak incoherent mumbles and whispers of pleasure into the crook of his neck as your body bowed forward into him.

Fireworks exploded behind your vision with your climax, a feeling you should have been used to by now, but you still found yourself practically blacking out every time. It was stronger, more powerful since you became a vampire. Like every cell of your body was exploding and putting itself back together again.

“I got you, pretty, I’m here,” you heard Baekhyun whisper as he thrust into you from below, fucking you through the intense waves of your orgasm.

The feeling returned to your fingertips what felt like an hour later, even though it was probably only a minute or two, and you found yourself able to open your eyes. You blinked a few times to let your eyes refocus, taking in the sight of Baekhyun so close to you, so close to his peak.

“Baekhyun, I can’t-” you gasped, willing your trembling thighs to move so you could resume your movements on top of him. It was no use—you just didn’t have the strength.

Baekhyun moved quickly, easily flipping your positions so that he was above you once more. He remained on his knees, grabbing one of your pillows to shove under your lower back. From this angle, he could wrap your legs around his waist and grind into you at the perfect angle.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, hands scrambling to clutch the sheets underneath of you. All you could do was watch him, devour him with your eyes the same way you had devoured him with your mouth.

From the moment you met him, you’d thought he was beautiful. It always struck you as unfair that he appeared to be without flaws, as if you had dreamed him up. He just simply couldn’t be real. And if he was real, it was a miracle he wanted anything to do with you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Baekhyun said through gritted teeth. He was losing control, moving closer and closer to the edge with each deep thrust.

Your fingers squeezed and tugged at the sheets beneath your hands, the only thing you had the physical strength left to do. “Please,” you whined. “I wanna feel you come inside me.”

It didn’t take much longer, only a few more perfect rolls of his hips before he came with a loud, shuddering groan. You felt him spill inside of you, liquid heat that felt like it was never ending. This was your favorite part. It was the closest you could ever feel to him, surrounded in every way.

Once he had come down, Baekhyun fell forward on top of you, catching himself on his forearms. He breathed deep and heavy, face buried between your neck and your shoulder. You found yourself stroking his back, tracing words into his skin that you couldn’t say out loud.

When he finally rolled off of you, he didn’t go far, just flopped onto his side next to you. Your breath caught in your throat when he pulled you closer, one arm around your back and the other grazing your shoulder.

Outside the window, you heard the morning birds begin their chirping. It was easier to focus on their melody than just how close Baekhyun was. Close enough to hear his pulse, quick and strong.

“You okay?” he asked, nose nudging your jaw. “You get enough?”

You swallowed, suddenly remembering the whole reason Baekhyun had come over in the first place. Because you both had an itch that needed to be scratched—nothing more.

“Yeah,” you replied weakly. “I got enough.”

But he didn’t move, just let his lips rest softly against your neck. It had never been like this before. Soft, quiet, sweet.

“Why do you only let me feed from you?” you found yourself asking, hand on his chest gently pushing him back. “Why me?”

Baekhyun’s eyebrows pushed together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you sighed, sitting up and pushing your hair out of your face. “All your feeding marks are from me. I’m the only one, right?”

Leaning up onto his elbows, Baekhyun could only shrug as if you’d asked him if he liked sugar in his coffee. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because I like you,” Baekhyun offered. As if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

You blinked. Had you heard him wrong? Did he mean it… like that?

“You like me,” you repeated.

Baekhyun had the nerve to laugh, just a light, airy chuckle. “That’s what I said. Why am I the only one you feed from?”

Gulping, you tore your eyes away from him and shook your head. You wanted to deny it—but you both knew it was true. You’d never told him as much, but you wouldn’t be so desperate for him if you could easily get it somewhere else. Correction: you could have, you just didn’t want to.

“Because I like you.”

When you looked back at Baekhyun, he was grinning, the light catching on the glitter still smeared across his cheeks. He pushed himself to sit up, reaching for your hands. He tugged you closer to him.

“Yeah? You sure you don’t just like my delicious, mouthwatering blood?”

You scoffed and shook your head, feeling a smile tug at your lips. “It’s not that delicious.”

Baekhyun laughed again, and this time you had to join him. It felt like it was too good to be true, him wanting you the way you wanted him. You wanted to pinch yourself, just to make sure you hadn’t blacked out and imagined this whole conversation.

“Since that’s settled,” Baekhyun said, fingers grazing up your arm, your throat, until he was lifting your chin. You saw his affection for you in his eyes, so obvious it made you wonder if you’d been missing it all along.

When his lips touched yours, it was a kiss unlike any other you’d shared with him before. Deep and slow, like you had all the time in the world. You sighed into his mouth, letting his lips quiet every worry you had racing through your brain.

“Stay the night,” you said softly once you parted from him.

Baekhyun smirked, pressing his forehead into yours. “It’s already morning.”

You glanced at the window, noting the soft glow of the sunrise behind your curtains. “Oh. Never-”

“I’m kidding,” he cut you off, stroking his fingertips across your cheek. “Only if you promise to cook breakfast for me when we wake up. You do eat, right?”

“Yes,” you said with a laugh. “I eat. I don’t need to, but I love food too much not to.”

“That’s my girl,” he replied in a low tone, giving you goosebumps.

In order to keep yourself from jumping his bones, you pulled from him and climbed off the bed, searching for the comforter Baekhyun had thrown off the mattress when you’d first laid down. Once you found it, you settled on top of the sheets with him, pulling the blanket over top of your bodies.

Your memories from before you turned were a blur. Some things you could remember, but it was like they’d happened to somebody else. You knew you’d had a series of unsatisfying one night stands, a couple of boyfriends, and a handful of crushes. You remembered the face of the man who turned you, but not his name or how it happened. A blessing, Kyungsoo told you.

And although you couldn’t remember the faces of any of your past lovers, you knew without a doubt in your mind that you would never forget Baekhyun.

You realized as he brought you into his arms that he didn’t just make you feel human, he made you feel like the girl you’d been before.

#byun baekhyun #exo smut #baekhyun smut #exo imagine #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun fic #exo fic #exo fanfic #writing

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angelanika · 3 years

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How Bizarre Pt.3

<<<Part 2

Chapter Warnings: Toxic Relationships, Sugar daddy/baby relationship, cheating, cursing, implied sexual activity, depictions of racial discrimination

Your new job is how you would describe as very...eventful.

While most of the girls catered to Mr.Hara in more thrilling ways, you took it upon yourself to look after Prince and actually do some tidying up around the place, which Mr.Hara was extremely grateful for.

And being the generous magician that he is, he then materialized said gratitude into dollar bills.

One Saturday evening after you had tucked Prince in and all of the girls had left, you placed a steaming plate in front of an exhausted Mr.Hara who instantly pulled you into his lap.

The house was eerily quiet for a place that’s usually buzzing with excitement but you kinda enjoyed the peace.

You made yourself comfortable as he holds you tight against his broad chest and rests his head on your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh.

His sleek, black hair was untidy and a few top buttons of his shirt had been undone but overall, the man just looked SEXY.

“Rough day?” you ask softly.

“Yeah,” he groans. “Thank you for the meal princess.”

“My pleasure.”

You hop off his lap to allow him to eat and he ushers you to sit down next to him.

As he finished, you sprung up to collect the plate but he stopped you and told you to just sit back down for a minute.

You were confused.

“So,” he finally began,”My wife is coming back tomorrow.”

Well isn’t this fucker just full of surprises...

“WIFE?!” you exclaimed, “You told me you were divorced!”

“Divorced……..in my mind.”

This bitch.

You felt totally betrayed, stupid and almost disgusted with yourself. You wanted to slap him across his cheek, spit in his face and walk out right then and there but... you didn’t.

You knew that finding a new job that paid just as well quickly would be extremely difficult, especially when the employers here were always reluctant to hire...people like you…

You basically had to fight for your last job and even after all that struggling, they still didn’t pay you well.

Mr.Hara watched the anger wash away from your face, being replaced with that of just annoyance and uncertainty of what to do next.

Taking notice of your semi-cooldown, he figured it was ok to continue, “She was dealing with some international relations for the Hero’s Commission abroad and was gone for quite a bit, but as i said, she’ll be back tomorrow so I have to make some changes.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, plopping your exhausted body down in the luxury dining chair, holding your aching head in your hands.

“Ok, so what does that mean for me?” You asked without even looking up.

Mr.Hara adjusted in his chair a bit and cleared his throat, “ahem well obviously I can’t have all the girls here anymore, so I let them go.”

Your face flew up, “Even Lada?”

“Yes, sorry, I know you two had gotten close.”

You only sighed and dropped your head again as he continued.

“But I would like for you to stay if you don’t mind.”

Seeing that you were the only one who really worked around the house and took care of Prince, it made sense.

With his wife around, his little “maids” are gonna have to actually do some housework and that’s where you come in.

“My wife will probably try to cut your pay but don’t worry, I’ll still top up your account and such. So what do you say princess?”

You remained quiet.

“I understand if you want to go,” Mr.Hara said quickly during your silence, sitting up and reaching for your hand, “but it would be a real help if you sta-”

“fine.” you whispered.

Relief washed over the unnecessarily attractive man and he was finally able to relax back down in his seat.

But just as he slouched back down, you swiftly jumped up.

“But if she’s a bitch then I want extra,” you argue.

Mr.Hara immediately laughed at this and dragged you into his lap once more,

“Well I guess I’ll be paying you extra princess.”

* * *

The next day, just as he had promised, Mrs.Hara arrived.

She had long manicured nails and shiny jewelry to match. Her silky dark hair rested by her slim waist adorned with an expensive diamond clip. She looked a tad younger than Mr.Hara himself but her stare was just as intimidating.

The minute she stepped through the door, the whole atmosphere changed drastically and it was plain as day that their relationship hadn’t a single drop of romance.

You wondered if it arranged for connections or convenience or something like that but then again, that ain’t none of your business.

"Welcome home," Mr Hara stated plainly.

“Mm thanks" she boredly replied.

She huffed while taking off her brown fur coat, to which he makes no effort to assist and you laughed to yourself at the thought of how eager he is to remove other women’s clothing.

"Where's Rosalina? I need a massage."

"Actually…” Mr.Hara began, “Ms.Rosalina was getting a little old and had served us well for years so I let her go."

Mrs.Hara glared at him.

He then grabbed your shoulders and presented you in front of her.

"This is Y/N L/N, our new maid"

The terrifying woman finally acknowledged your presence.

She eyed you up and down and up and down.

The sass in you was aching to do the same to her and turn up your nose, but u suppressed to urge.

"Hm," she finally says, "at least she looks the part."

TF SHE MEAN BY THAT?!?!

"Ok Y/N, I'm not comfortable with you touching me just yet, so fix up a plate for me quickly, I'm starving. I don't care what it is."

"Ok," you said ready to walk off.

"Oh and one more thing....its Yes Mrs.Hara"

As you strolled passed Mr.Hara to slip into the kitchen, you quickly tapped his shoulder and whispered, "Remember. Extra."

* * *

It had been a little over 2 months since Mrs.Hara's arrival and you were balancing working at the house and the daycare pretty well.

When you finally arrived at the mansion one Friday to complete your evening work, you immediately noticed a missing luxury car from the massive driveway.

"Mrs.Hara," you spoke, "should i prepare the dinner table for you and your husband now or will he be out a bit later?"

She straightened up from her lounging position on the couch and looked up from her phone to face you.

"Oh yeah, about that. I kicked him out."

Huh?

Your soul left your body.

Fly high y/n 🕊

"W-what do you mean you kicked him out?" You damn near shouted. Your voice laced with desperation and your eyes wide and shaky.

Mr.Hara was the only reason you kept this job, the only thing getting you through this job!

She turned to you with a raised brow, confused as to why this would bother you so much.

"I caught the old dirtbag sleeping around so I kicked him out," she explained calmly.

"Frankly I knew he always had other girls in our bed and I was with other men," she laughed, "but I got tired of it, you know, so I kicked him out."

You felt sick.

"P-please excuse me," you mutter.

Mrs.Hara only gave you a small nod before plugging back in her earbuds and turning to her phone.

You dashed towards your small chambers and immediately took out yours.

"Please pick up! Please pick up! Please pick up!" You chanted into the device as it rang.

The number you have dialed is unavailable. Please tr-

Fuck...

“Come on you dirty bastard! Pick up! Pick up!”

The number you have dialed is unavailabl-

FUCK!!

You probably tried to call Mr.Hara’s phone at least 74 times that evening and each time there was no answer.

You didn't have anyone to ask for a possible new number.

The extra cash suddenly stopped being deposited into your account

And honestly, now you were just tired.

Rumour has it that he left everything behind to go live his best life in the tropical paradise of Jamaica soaking up the sun, sand and sea and fully enjoying the Caribbean girls and culture.

You laughed to yourself as you thought about all these bizarre events that took place throughout the year and landed you where you are now.

All you could do was laugh at this point.

You looked back at the list Mrs.Hara had left on the table for you this morning, mentally ticking off "Make Lemonade" as you placed the 2 jugs in the large refrigerator.

"Ok y/n," you said to yourself, "time for the cupcakes! Ouuu Prince is gonna love these!"

As you zoomed through the kitchen, as busy as a bee, Bakugou was on the other side of town casually strolling through the hotel you had left just hours before.

“Did you enjoy your stay, Ground Zero?” asked the polite lobby boy as he opened the large glass door for the hero.

“Yeah Yeah Whatever,” Bakugou grumbled while pulling up his dark sunglasses.

But he was in a better mood than most days and was feeling generous.

Before he slipped through the door, he stopped and pulled out his wallet, “And uh, here’s a tip- WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Lobby boy: 👁👄👁

“WHERE TF IS MY MONEY?!”

“Umm sir...we’re gonna need you to lower your voi-”

“STFU and take this,” Bakugou yelled while shoving a $20 bill into the boy's hand.

The boy went on to thank the Pro Hero but Bakugou was already storming out the door and throwing himself into his car.

“I’m sure I had a few other hundred bucks in here, where the fuc-……...THAT BITCH!”

It all finally came back to him.

“THAT SNEAKY FUCKING BITCH! Ohhhh when I get my hands on the slu-”

*Brrrrr Brrrrr*

Bakugou continued to curse under his breath as he aggressively shifted around in the car to grab his phone from his back pocket, “Tch. What is it shittyhair?!”

“Hey Man!” Kirishima chirped, “Just reminding you about the kid’s birthday party today.”

“HAH?! The fuck you talking about? It’s my day off!”

“Uh well no, not really. You agreed to show up for the kid’s party today at 4, remember?”

Bakugou finally took a glance at the notifications on his phone, revealing the 20+ reminders from his assistant and notes in his calendar.

Oh yea this shit to make him lOoK bEttEr iN tHe pUbLic eYE.

“AGHHH!! Fine...I’m on my way. I just need to go home and grab my costume.”

“You’re not at home?”.

“No shittyhair, I’m at a hotel.”

“What are you doing at a hote- OHHH!” Bakugou could practically hear Kiri’s smirk through the phone, “so you finallyyy got laid, huh?”

“Shut the hell up! It hasn’t been that long shittyface!”

“Its shittyhai-”

“WHATEVERTHEFUCK”

“Haha alright man,” Kiri laughed, “Just hurry up ok? I’m pulling up now and these people are LOADED!”

Bakugou started up his car and put Kirishima on speaker as he began to drive.

“Yeah ok whatever, just send the address.”

“Alright man, will do…...wait, HOLY SHIT Bro!”

“What is it?!” Bakugou barked.

“Aye man, make sure you dress well! The maid setting up here is SMOKING HO-”

*Beep* Call Ended

“Tch. Fucking dumbass…”

A/N: wheww what a piece of drama! Sorry if this seemed rushed, I really wanted to get the backstory out there, without taking away from the main plot 😅 Thanks for all the support, sorry for the wait but sit back, things are gonna get heated🤪

Taglist:

@jazzylove @blkirishima @lovinthesiz3 @lasnaro @starrylustrousastraea @thanx-idonttry

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nineteenninety-six · 4 years

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Not Mine Pt2

Someone asked for a pt 2 so I hope you enjoy ofc :D

Not Mine

Tommy ended up marrying Grace and while the decision stung, (Y/N) understood the reasoning behind it. Since he was her only parent, no one could take her away but Grace could easily take Charlie and go back to Ireland and so Tommy stayed with Grace so that he could have his son.

Ever since the revelation of her adoption, tensions in the house had been high. Grace no longer kept her distaste for (Y/N) hidden, so (Y/N) and Tommy had decided that it was best for her to stay with Polly for a while.

Tommy made sure to visit her multiple times during the week, whether it was arriving early so that he could drive her to school, pick her up or stay late for dinner, he made sure he made time to see her.

When Grace was murdered, (Y/N) felt conflicted on her feelings on the matter. While she didn’t care for the woman and wasn’t particularly upset about her death, she knew that her father would be and that Charlie would have to grow up without his mother and at her funeral, as she held Charlie who she hadn’t seen in months in her arms, she silently promised to make sure the little boy lack any love or affection.

After events of where Charlie got kidnapped and the rest of her family being taken to jail and then the Italians coming to England to get revenge on her family, (YN) had totally forgotten about her biological parents but Tommy hadn’t.

After everything with Italians had ended, one afternoon Tommy had pulled her away from where she was playing with Charlie, much to the little boy’s displeasure. Charlie utterly adored (Y/N) and hated when she was away at school.

Her father had pulled her into one of the many rooms that Arrow House held and passed her a slip of paper with two names on them.

“What’s this?” She asked confused.

“Your birth parents” Tommy filled her in, “I also know where they live, in case you want to make a visit”

“Oh” (Y/N) stared at the piece of paper intensely, her mind racing.

“You don’t have to make a decision now, think about it” Tommy advised her.

“Okay.” (Y/N) nodded before she folded up the piece of paper and slipped it into the pocket of her cardigan, “Can I go back to Charlie?”

Tommy nodded and watched as she left the room, obviously in a much sadder mood. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone but he was afraid that if (Y/N) met her birth parents, she would leave him for them and it was one of biggest fears, he didn’t know what to do if she left him.

One week later, she had approached him while he was in his office and brought up the subject of her parents.

“Dad?”

“Hmm?”

“I want to meet them, my birth parents.” (Y/N) told him, “I deserve to know why they abandoned me.”

Tommy slowly nodded, he guessed that ever since she found out that she was adopted, she had been wondering why she had been left by the canal and she was right to deserve answers.

“Okay, we’ll go in a few days, how about that?”

“Thank you.” (Y/N) sent a grateful smile to her dad before she left his office.

A few days later and (Y/N) felt sick from the nerves and she couldn’t sit still if she wasn’t pacing the halls as she waited for her father, she was jiggling her leg up and down.

“You ready?” Tommy asked as he made his way towards her.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and nodded, “Yeah”

They had driven to a place that reminded (Y/N) Watery Lane, grey and dreary. Tommy’s fancy car had attracted stares as they drove through the streets before he stopped in front of one.

“28 Earl’s Street.” Tommy spoke, “Home to Camilla and Trevor Armstrong.”

(Y/N) eyed the house that had 28 on the front door as she tried to gather her courage.

“You ready?” She asked

“I’m the one who should be asking you that,” Tommy said instead of answering her question.

“I’m ready.”

“Yea?”

“I have to do this.”

Tommy watched his daughter for a few minutes before he sighed and got ready to leave the car.

He walked with (Y/N) just a few steps behind him to the house and knocked loudly on the door.

“Camilla Armstrong?” Tommy asked when a woman opened the door.

“Yes.” Camilla stared at them in confusion, “Who are you?”

(Y/N) took the opportunity and stepped away from where she was hiding behind her father and faced the woman, “I’m your daughter. The one you abandoned fourteen years ago.”

Camilla gaped at her in shock, her face turning pale. Her extended disappearance had worried her husband so he came to the door, wondering what the problem was.

“Darling? What’s the matter? Who are these people?”

“S-she uh--” Camilla harshly swallowed, “She says she’s our daughter.”

Trevor’s face turns pale as well.

“Mind if we talk?” Tommy asked.

Trevor and Camilla slowly nodded before they opened the door wider and motioned for them to come into their house. Camilla ran off to make tea while Trevor took them into their living room.

They sat in silence until Camilla came back with the tea that no one ended up touching.

“H-how did you find us?” Trevor asked

“I hired someone to find you. It took a few years but they managed to do it.” Tommy answered them.

(Y/N) was staring at them intensely, her eyes taking over their features, trying to match the ones on her face to theirs.

“You’ve grown up well.” Camilla looked at her with tears in her eyes, “So beautiful.”

“My father raised me well” (Y/N) motioned towards Tommy.

“I’m your father” Trevor spoke up

(Y/N) frowned at him, “No you’re not. You didn’t raise me, feed me or put the clothes on my back.”

“And we’re thankful” Camilla sent her husband a scathing look before she turned back to their guests.

(Y/N) had to gather a bit of courage before she asked a question that had been weighing on her for a while, “Why did you give me up?”

Camilla and Trevor exchanged a look before they answered, “Well...you were a girl.”

“Eh?” That had been the last thing (Y/N) and Tommy expected for an answer

“Girls aren’t worth much, we needed children to carry on the family name and represent our family well.”

“So you gave me up because I wouldn’t be able to do something as silly as continuing on the family name?” (Y/N) was in disbelief, “That’s horrific. How many children do you have?”

Trevor answered, “We have six sons. We couldn’t afford to waste money on a girl”

Tommy could help but scoff at them, he found them to be stupid.

“We loved you very much though!” Camilla cut in

“No, you didn’t” (Y/N) couldn’t believe what she was hearing, “You left me by the canal! That tells me you didn’t care whether I died or not, if you really loved me then you would have left me at a church or a hospital.”

“We’re sorry!” Camilla cried

“I don’t want your empty apologies” (Y/N) stood up, “Did you have any other daughters or was I the only one?”

“You were the only one.”

“Good.” (Y/N) glared at the couple in front of her, “You’re terrible people and I’m glad I was never raised by you.”

With that (Y/N) left the living room and their house, Tommy right behind her. As soon as she got into the car, she began to cry and Tommy tried his hardest to comfort her, he passed her his handkerchief and started to drive away, thinking that staying outside of their house wouldn’t help her.

He let her go through her emotions and thoughts by herself, giving her time and space to speak to him when she was ready.

“I know you think that I should have never met, especially since we now know what they’re like but I’m glad I did” (Y/N) spoke up, half an hour into their journey, “I’m glad I know what terrible people they are and now I will no longer stay up wondering about what if.”

“You don’t need them.”

“I know I don’t” (Y/N) sent him a smile, “I’ve got you, Charlie, Aunt Pol, Auntie Ada and all my uncles. You’re my family.”

#peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby imagines #imagines #peaky blinder imagine #Peaky Blinders #tommy shelby x reader #x reader #shelby!reader #daughter!reader #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinder fanfic #fanfic

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fruityutas · 4 years

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you’re my first choice

prince!yukhei x forgotten princess!reader

not proofread

wc ~ 3.3k

genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, medieval au, royalty au

note ~ courting someone just means that you’re serious about a long lasting relationship with that person! also, my lovely moots v and vy have been waiting on this since i was in the planning stage, so this is for yall hehe @jenojam @donkey-hyuck

synopsis ~ you were always left as a second choice in everything being the younger sister out of two princesses, and it never bothered you, you knew that you would never be as important as her. when visiting a neighboring kingdom, the same as every time happens, your sister gets most of the attention, but when you catch one of their king’s son’s eye, you two quickly develop a relationship and you finally feel like the first choice.

“hurry up! we are going to be late if we don’t leave now!” your mother’s shrill voice bounced on the tall stone walls that made up the carriage tunnels. today your family was going to your neighboring kingdom, Weishen, to visit their king. your father had been friends with him for a long time, so Weishen’s king, named Kun, asked for your family to visit. even before leaving you didn’t make a huge effort at standing out, as your mother called it, because your older sister was always the first choice for everything. she always noticed this and tried to put you in the spotlight but it never worked. you loved her dearly, and you knew she wanted you to get a chance in the spotlight, but everyone around you never gave you the chance. “lord help me if we are late to meeting king kun i will personally banish all of you to your rooms for three weeks.” you and your sister giggled at the harsh words of your mother.

“we won’t be late come on, we’re ready.” your sister took your hand and pulled you towards the carriage. your advisor, renjun, and your sister’s advisor doyoung go into the carriage with you. your mother and father were in a different carriage, and you smirked at the thought of them not knowing your sister and doyoung were very- as they would put it -close. you never missed the glances they gave each other and there was the few times you caught them in the halls late at night. the fear on their faces when you caught them the first time was priceless. you told them that you would never tell because they were in all honesty perfect for each other. why they hadn’t decided to tell your parents was beyond you but you always let them know when the coast was clear. your advisor, on the other hand, was your best friend. the whole advisor thing was truly an act at this point, and no one ever paid enough attention to you to realize it, anyway. renjun let you do whatever you wanted as long as it included him. one late night last december, the two of you took your horses and went two kingdoms over just to see his mother. it was midday the next morning when you both got back and no one batted an eyelash, and you got to see someone that had wanted to meet you ever since renjun got hired. the two of you were unstoppable in your adventures, and you felt as if you mattered to someone. but as you and your sister were getting older, you realized that your parents had started to look for her a suitor. this broke your heart because she loved doyoung and didn’t want to let him go. they planned on telling your parents soon, but you overheard them talking about using this trip as a chance to marry her off to one of king kun’s sons. he had three, yukhei, kunhang, and yangyang. you heard from your cousins that they were quite rowdy with each other but knew how to be as they called it ‘husband material’. kun himself was single, but your parents thought it better that your sister marry a young prince instead of the king. they were talking about putting her with yukhei. they both studied math, and they were only 2 months apart in age. and of course they did think about putting you with one of them if she and yukhei didn’t work out, but it was just an afterthought. they weren’t going to force either of you to marry someone you didn’t like, but they would try to make you like someone eventually.

“you guys need to tell them about you. the other day father was talking with mother about putting you with yukhei on this trip.” your sister’s eyes bugged when she heard your small voice.

“they said what?!” she leaned away from doyoung to turn toward you.

“yea they were talking about it yesterday. you should tell them together. they don’t want you to be unhappy, they just wanted to try and see.” she sighed and turned to look at doyoung.

“we have to tell them today, and if they don’t accept it we’ll run away.” doyoung’s eyes had a look of fear mixed with worry while he ran his fingers through your sister’s hair.

“ok, we’ll tell them when we get there.”

“just let me do the talking, doie. you have to trust me.” he nods and leans in for a quick kiss. you sigh and turn to renjun.

“what should we do when we get there?” his face was curled in a smirk and you knew the fun was only just starting.

“well we have to play a trick on the guards, obviously. one that is so unbelievable.” you and renjun giggled before huddling up to discuss the details.

the carriage comes to a stop, jolting everyone in it. one of the servants opens the door for the four of you, bowing as you stepped out. all of you joined your parents at the front gate. The large gate opened and out came the king and his three sons.

“good day! i’m glad you could make it, y/d/n.” kun gave your father a bone-crushing hug and chuckled. “welcome, you all must be so tired. these are my sons, yukhei, kunhang, and yangyang.”

“dad, please, it’s hendery.” the one in the middle whined playfully at kun. kun rolled his eyes before turning and walking off with your father. your mother was talking to kun’s advisor, who you could recall being named joohyun, although she insisted on being called irene. your sister and doyoung were standing and talking to each other. you made eye contact with all three princes and you gave a weak smile before yangyang started to make his way over to you. but before he could get to you renjun gasps and grasps your arm, turning you slightly away.

“y/n, look! it’s the perfect plan. we can hide i the nook at night and make noises to scare the guards.” his soft voice was near your ear and you smirk at the thought of pulling this prank. no one would ever suspect a princess and her advisor. you feel a slight tap on your shoulder and you turn to see yangyang and the other two standing closer to you than before.

“hi, my name is yangyang. what’s yours?” his smile was bright and the look on his face was hopeful.

“oh, hi. my name is y/n.” renjun stayed silent but by your side for support. out of the corner of your eye you could see doyoung and your sister looking around suspiciously before slipping down a dimly lit hall, giggling. you quirked your eyebrow, causing the three princes to look that way. “uhhh, why don’t we go do something?” your voice wavered and you silently cursed yourself for being too obvious with your expression. they all nodded before yangyang and hendery ran ahead while yelling for you guys to keep up. yukhei held out his hand for you before taking off just as fast as the prior two, and you could barely keep up. renjun had a panicked look on his face as he tried to keep up with yukhei and his long legs. at this point yukhei picked you up just to run faster. you squealed and covered your eyes. yukhei laughed and you could feel the reverberations in his broad chest.

“don’t worry, princess, i got you.” you just curled into his chest more than you thought possible. when you all reached the end of a hall, you were put down. you stood still for a second before slowly opening your eyes. yukhei was looking down at you with big eyes and a wide smile. “see? you’re fine.” he winked before gripping your hand in his. you blushed and looked away. he and the others led you through the door to an outside area set up with fake dummies and targets. yukhei brought you to a seat before sitting down with you. the others, even renjun, started playing around with training weapons.

“aren’t you going to play with them?” you turn to look at him and find him staring at you. you blush and move away a little bit. he chuckles.

“i wanna sit here with you, is that ok?” he turns so he’s straddling the bench you're on and starts playing with your hands.

“yea, if that’s what you want.” you giggle as he compares the sizes of your hands. it was the first time anyone other than renjun had paid attention to you, and you were going to enjoy it while it lasted.

“you’re so cute, i just wanna sit here and be with you.” his sweet voice rang in your ears and a red hot blush overcame your cheeks after hearing him say that. he swept a piece of stray hair away from your face. “are you ok, princess?”

“i- uh, yea i’m fine, i’m totally fine ahaha,” he smirked at your stuttered response .

“how about we play a game? it’s called sticks.” he showed you how to play and that’s what you two did while conversing with each other. soon, both your mothers came out to retrieve the group for dinner.

“y/n, where is your sister?”

“i’m not sure, she went off with doyoung before the rest of us came out here.” your mother’s face contorted into an unreadable look before returning to normal. she sighed and muttered something about getting a guard to find them quick. yukhei walks up beside you and asks what was wrong.

“no one knows where my sister and her advisor are.” he laughs and yells to your mother.

“i think they might be in the front hall to the left, your majesty.” your mother smiled and mouthed a thank you before sending a guard to retrieve them.

“how do you know that they’re actually there?” a smirk grazes your features.

“simple, they want to go somewhere to be all lovey without prying eyes.” you scoffed and hit his arm.

“you’re not wrong about that, my prince.” he smiles warmly at you and blushes slightly.

“so i’m your prince? i like the sound of that.” he puts his long arm around your waist and pulls you in closer to him. renjun is quick to snicker at this from behind the two of you.

“is there something funny, renjun?” your snarky voice causes him to stop only for a second before he bursts into laughter. you roll your eyes as yukhei joins in on the laughter. “what? Is there something on my dress?”

“n- no, holy- it’s just you seem to like prince yukhei quite a bit already, huh?” you pout and cuddle into yukhei while whining about how ‘you were being bullied.’ yukhei fakes a gasp before covering your ears with his large hands, exclaiming that he would protect you from such atrocities. you smirk at renjun and stick out your tongue. when the group reaches the dining room, your sister and doyoung are already there.

“and just where have you been, hmm?” your mother questions the two, who look nervously at each other.

“mother, we were just looking around the castle. his majesty kun also joined us to show us around for a little.” doyoung and the king nodded at her statement. your mother hummed to your sister and her lover’s relief and with that dinner commenced.

“so how are you finding the place, y/n?” kun’s question startles you and yukhei places his hand on your leg for reassurance.

“it’s very lovely here. your sons are courteous, they took me to the training gardens.”

“why in the world would you three take a princess to the training gardens?” kun looked at his sons in disbelief.

“oh, please don’t worry! yukhei sat with me the whole time, i enjoyed it. the castle grounds are very beautiful.” kun looks over to yukhei and gives a questioning look, to which the latter blushes in response. yukhei’s brothers snicker and kun sends them a disapproving look. the rest of dinner goes smoothly and the whole dining hall is filled with friendly chatter. after it ends, yukhei walks you to your room. “thank you for staying with me today, yukhei. it means alot to me.” he smiles and takes your hands into his.

“of course, princess. would you like to join me again tomorrow? just the two of us?” you blush at his question but agree nonetheless. you lean up to him and kiss his cheek before bidding him a good night and closing the door. yukhei stands frozen in the hall, hand running over the spot your lips touched. you smile to yourself as you lean against the door thinking to yourself how did you do that.

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you wake to a soft knock to your door. “princess? it’s me, yukhei.”

“come in, i just woke up.” he slips through the door before laughing. “what?”

“you look cute right now.” you blush and pull the blanket over your reddening face, causing him to laugh again. he comes over and takes the blanket away from your face. “don’t hide. c’mon, i have some things planned already. i think you’ll like them.” you get up and gather your clothes for the day before retreating to the bathroom to get ready.

“um, yukhei?” “yes?” “can you help me lace my dress up?” he turns to see you holding the silk string out for him. he takes it and gently begins to lace up your dress. “thank you, i would’ve never been able to do this by myself.” he hums before telling you that he’s done. you reach for one of your necklaces and try to clasp it, but you struggle. he takes it from you and moves your hair to the side to clasp it for you. the sweet scent of your perfume fills his senses and he stops moving while staring at you in the mirror. you turn to look up at him. “are you ok?” his eyes flick between your lips and your eyes. you feel him lean closer and you close your eyes. when your lips touch a feeling of warmth spreads through your body. yukhei brings his hands to rest on your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck. he bites into your bottom lip and draws a whimper out of you. when you both pull away, your face is red.

“did i go too far? i’m sorry, princess i-“ “its ok! i- it was fine i enjoyed it, actually. and please, call me y/n.” he grins and links your hands together as you both walk out of the room.

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after the first visit to Weishen, yukhei was smitten with you. he and you exchanged letters frequently, and he invited you to the kingdom’s annual Black on Black festival. the festival consisted of carnival games for children and poker games for adults. it had lots of food and drinks for everyone and at the end of the night, fireworks were set off. yukhei thought it was the perfect way to officially start courting you. it would also be the first time seeing you since your initial visit to the kingdom.

“father, i want to let you know i plan on courting princess y/n.” yukhei’s deep voice cut into the air of king kun’s office. kun looks up from his work at at his son.

“if that is what you wish, i support it. have you spoken to her parents about it?”

“yes sir, they approve of it.”

“then it shall be. should i make the announcement?”

“not yet. tomorrow morning.” kun nodded and yukhei left the office. as he was walking down the halls, he heard commotion from a smaller hallway. he got close enough to hear, hiding behind a wall.

“i heard that the royal family from Tiefling are in attendance for the festival.”

“oh really? i hear their oldest daughter got engaged to her advisor.”

“goodness, don’t they think that’s a little, trivial?”

“yes but i also heard from my sister that works at their castle that he is very handsome, so i can see why she’d want to marry him. i’m sure she would rather do that than marry one of our rowdy princes.”

“gosh, i hope whatever poor soul marries any of them knows what she’d be getting into. the lot of them can’t go a day without acting like a child.” yukhei tenses at the maids’ words. is he the right person for you? what if you were only pretending to enjoy spending time with him? he hears noise further down the hall. it sounds like, you? he makes his way to the entrance room and spots you and your family. you weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow, what was your family doing here early?

“your majesty, do you know where prince yukhei is?” you asked kun.

“goodness child, excuse her, your majesty. she hasn’t stopped gushing about your lovely son.”

“no worries. he should be around here somewhere. check the training gardens, he might be there with yangyang and kunhang.” kun laughs at your excited nature. you have a bounce in your step as you get closer to where yukhei was hiding. he comes out and waits for you.

“oh! yukhei, how are you? it’s been so long i missed you!” your face was bright as you came up to him and hugged him. he stays calm even though his insides are telling him to spin you around. He kisses your hand gently and starts walking toward the training gardens while you trail behind. “is something wrong, xuxi?” your pout is obvious and he tries his best to stay collected.

“nothing is wrong, princess. how have you been? it’s been very busy here lately.” his heart shatters at your face dropping.

“oh, um yea i’ve been fine. are you sure something isn’t wrong? you seem not like your usual self.”

“my usual self?”

“yea, usually you’re bubbly and louder. you seem almost sad.” he sighs and stops walking.

“am i too childish?” you look confused.

“no. why would you think that?”

“i heard some of our maids talking about how my brothers and i are all childish and rowdy. they also mentioned that anyone marrying us should be prepared for that.” his face was that of a hurt puppy and your body started to fill with anger.

“wong yukhei, you are not too childish or rowdy. i love the way you act. it’s your personality and i cherish that. you make me feel like i’m the only girl you’ll ever be around, i’m so used to being the second choice or an after thought and then you come and make me feel like you could never talk to anyone else. i want you to be loud and rowdy. you always brighten the mood with a simple joke and without you it would be boring. i don’t wanna hear you say that ever again, you hear me?” he smiles and pulls you into a kiss. this one is different than before, it’s more than attraction. this kiss is filled with appreciation and meaning. it lights both your bodies on fire and surrounds you with warmth. you both slowly separate and as yukhei looks down at you with adoration, he mumbles a simple, “you’ll always be my first choice.”

#wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #xuxi scenarios #xuxi fluff #wong yukhei #yukhei x reader #nct scenarios #nct imagines

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much-obliged-timothy · 3 years

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Dad Tim & Uncle Rhys Part 3

Not me being horrifically bored when I should be doing work and finishing this instead?? Needed to self-indulge for a bit, so you get part 3 to this! You can check out part one here! I’ll probably write a part 4 at...some point, if anyone is interested!

Rhys stood outside Atlas HQ, waiting miserably. He watched as Tim and Phoenix came into view, hand-in-hand.

“He’s here,” Phoenix said in surprise.

“I told you he would be,” Tim said, squeezing his hand.

Rhys had strongly considered staying home and having a nice drink instead, but the thought of upsetting Tim’s son frightened him on a primal level. Tim was usually pretty laid back, but his protectiveness over his son tore out a frightening anger from him.

“Park?” Rhys said. “We can drive-”

“We can walk,” Tim said, glancing at Phoenix. “He wants to see the sights. Let him see the sights.”

Rhys sighed loudly. “Fine, we’ll walk. You owe me big time, Timothy.”

“I seem to recall saving you thousands on that last deal we made,” Tim said smugly, tugging Phoenix along.

Rhys scowled, because Tim had a valid point. He trudged alongside his companions for the day.

“When I have the money, we’re taking a trip to a nice planet,” Tim said, looking around as they walked. “Somewhere that has plenty of grass and trees and…I dunno, sunshine? Fresh air?”

“And ice cream?” Phoenix said.

“Well, duh,” Tim said. “I’m not taking you on a trip to a planet that doesn’t have ice cream. That’d be a punishment, not a vacation.”

Phoenix seemed pleased by the reassurance. Rhys hoped they didn’t invite him on this trip.

“Can we get some today, dad? I bet boss guy knows a good place,” Phoenix said.

“I have a name, you know,” Rhys said.

“Uh-huh,” Phoenix said, showing absolutely no inclination that he’d ever use that name.

“Rhys? Rhys Strongfork?” Rhys tried.

“Strongfork?” Phoenix furrowed his brow. “That’s a stupid name.”

Tim snickered. Rhys glared at him.

“Your last name is Lawrence!” Rhys shot back.

“Yea, still better than Strongfork. What freaking moron is proud of a name like that?” Tim said. “Kid’s right. It’s stupid.”

Rhys hunched his shoulders. “I hate you.”

“And yet, here you are,” Tim said.

“Because I’m also mildly afraid of you,” Rhys said.

“Dad is really good at shooting people,” Phoenix agreed.

Tim rubbed the back of his neck. “Hey, uh, maybe...try to forget that dad is really good at shooting people? Okay, pal?”

“Why?” Phoenix said, frowning.

“Because shooting people is bad when you live somewhere civilized.” Tim looked around them. “Uh, somewhere partially civilized, at least.”

Phoenix seemed confused by the concept of not committing murder. “But what if they shoot first?”

“Then it’s totally fine,” Tim said. “But before I worked for that freaking asshole, I didn’t go around shooting people. I doubt Rhys here spends his days putting bullets in homicidal maniacs either.”

“Definitely not,” Rhys said.

“I could teach you,” Phoenix said. “Dad taught me how to shoot a gun and mom taught me how to set people on fire.”

“Okay! Lovely weather out, huh?” Tim said hastily.

“Fire?” Rhys said, staring at Tim.

“Uh, yea, well, Ember’s a little...uh…” Tim shrugged helplessly. “Yea, man, she just really likes fire. I seriously had to fight for him not to be named Blaze.”

“But you and his mother aren’t together?” Rhys said, realizing he didn’t know much about Tim’s life outside of work.

Tim shook his head. “Not as a couple, but we’re still good friends. We call her every night so she can keep up with Phoenix.”

“Uh-huh,” Phoenix said. “She said she’d come see us soon.”

Rhys didn’t want to be anywhere near that reunion. “Oh. Good for you.”

They walked along Promethea. Whenever the wide-open space of it all got to be too much for Phoenix, Tim would stop and sit down with him, holding onto him until he’d calmed down. Tim would then let Phoenix run through any questions he had, trying to explain what certain buildings were. When Tim himself wasn’t sure, Rhys would step in.

It was slow going to reach the park, but they made it eventually. They walked along the path until a playset came into view.

“Well, go wild,” Rhys said, gesturing to it.

Phoenix frowned. “What is it?”

Rhys almost laughed, until he looked at Phoenix and realized that the kid really didn’t know what a playset was. Tim knelt beside him and pointed at it.

“It’s called a playset. It’s where kids like you can, well, play,” he explained. “See, there are things you recognize. The slide? And those monkey bars there are like the ladders I’d set up for you to play on back at the casino.”

“Oh!” he said. “There’s a whole place just to play?”

“There are a lot of places you can play,” Tim said. “But this is a nice, quiet one. Why not start with the monkey bars?”

Phoenix bounded over, waiting expectantly for Tim to follow. Phoenix grabbed onto a bar and swung his body out over the ground, going bar to bar with Tim following below, hands out ready to catch Phoenix if he slipped.

Rhys found a bench to sit at, watching Tim and Phoenix. He was struggling to remind himself that Tim wasn’t Jack. He highly doubted Jack would’ve been that good with his kid.

A few times, Phoenix slipped off the bars, but Tim always caught him and hoisted him right back up. When Phoenix’s arms grew too tired to carry himself the rest of the way across, Tim held him up and walked him across.

“Boss guy,” Phoenix called. “Aren’t ya gonna play too?”

“No, no, I’m an adult,” Rhys said.

“So’s dad, but he plays,” Phoenix said. “Betcha can’t do the monkey bars. Your real arm is a noodle arm.”

Tim tried to disguise his laughter as a coughing fit. Rhys shot him a dirty look.

“I sign your paychecks,” he reminded.

“I worked for Handsome Jack,” Tim said dismissively. “You don’t scare me, noodle arm.”

“I hate you,” Rhys announced.

“Hate me all you want, as long as I get paid,” Tim said, shrugging. Phoenix started laughing a little.

But his laughter cut off as they heard tires squealing and the sound of gunfire nearby, loud voices cheering and hollering. Phoenix immediately ducked behind Tim, going perfectly still with his hand hovering over his watch, terror in his eyes as his gaze darted about, the noises all echoing around the open area.

Tim had also stiffened, hand on his gun. Rhys stood up, shaking his head quickly.

“No, no, it’s okay. I mean, it’s not really okay, but it’s not an attack. Some of the local, er, gangs do that as a celebration from time to time,” Rhys said. “Besides, the road is way over there.”

Already, the sound was fading. Tim relaxed only the slightest, immediately looking at his son.

He knelt besides Phoenix and pulled him close. “It’s okay, Phoenix. It’s okay. I’ve got you. We’re safe.”

“There’s no cover,” Phoenix said quietly, eyes darting around the open area.

“I know. We don’t need it. We’re safe,” Tim said.

“H-Hey, why don’t we go get ice cream? There’s an ice cream place up the road,” Rhys said, pointing away from where the gunshots had come from.

“Hear that, pal? Boss guy is offering to buy you ice cream,” Tim said.

“I did no-” Rhys snapped his mouth shut as Phoenix looked up at him with those big, scared eyes. He let out a heavy sigh. “Yea, I’ll buy you ice cream.”

Dammit.

Phoenix reached out, taking Rhys’ hand. Rhys looked at Tim in alarm.

“Dad needs his hands free so he can kill anyone who tries to hurt us,” Phoenix explained.

“Uh, we talked about this, Phoenix. Dad is trying not to kill people these days,” Tim said.

Phoenix ignored that, tugging Rhys along. “C’mon, boss guy. I know your noodle arms can’t fight.”

“I’ve been in fights before!” Rhys said indignantly. He was cute, but he was a little asshole.

Rhys led them to a little ice cream place. Phoenix brightened a bit as they entered.

Tim lifted Phoenix into his arms as they approached the counter. “Can you tell the employee what you want?”

Phoenix looked at him in alarm. Tim just offered him an easy smile.

“Go on,” he encouraged. “Just say what you want. Rhys will make sure you get it.”

Phoenix swallowed audibly. He glanced nervously at the employee, then dropped his gaze and mumbled something. Tim nudged him a bit, but Phoenix just gripped his shirt, tightening his hold.

“He’ll have a chocolate vanilla twist,” Tim said at last.

He and Rhys both ordered, Rhys paying and taking them to a table with their ice cream. Phoenix happily dug into his.

“We’re working on the whole ‘afraid of people thing’,” Tim said as Phoenix snuggled into his side. “He’s getting better. Being around the office helps. Hey, what do you say to Rhys for buying the ice cream?”

“Thanks!” Phoenix said. “Next time ya gotta play with us, though. Work off the ice cream or you’ll get fat.”

“I hate him,” Rhys grumbled.

“What was that?” Tim said cheerfully.

“I said you and your son are wonderful and I don’t have a single regret about hiring you,” Rhys ground out. “Not one. Singe. Regret.”

“Aw, hear that? He likes us,” Tim said.

“He should come meet mom when she comes,” Phoenix said.

“I’m busy that night,” Rhys said in alarm.

“Aw, but we had so much fun today, kiddo,” Tim said, then grimaced. “Dammit, can’t kick that habit. Ah, whatever. I’m just having fun watching my kid roast you.”

“Have you always been this insufferable?” Rhys said.

“Oh yea. Not nearly as bad as Claptrap, though,” Tim said. “But yea, the kid totally took a page from the book of my personality.”

Phoenix looked far too proud about being an asshole like his dad. “Uh-huh. I’m like my dad.”

“Lucky me,” Rhys said dryly.

“Can’t wait for you to meet his mom,” Tim said.

“Wait, I didn’t agree to-”

“Yea!” Phoenix said, so brightly that Rhys knew he couldn’t argue.

He slumped down in his seat. Of course he survives Jack just to wind up getting sucked into Tim’s life. He just couldn’t escape, could he?

Part 4

#borderlands #timothy lawrence #borderlands rhys #borderlands fic #borderlands au #dad tim & uncle rhys #My writing

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my-imagines-moonlight53 · 4 years

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Red Tallies || Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: This AU is based on an idea from an old prompt in which people have tally marks to represent how many times they have fallen in love. Peter has fallen in love a couple times, but never been loved back. Peter is college age, would say around 21-23, and so is reader and company.

Author’s Note: This has honestly been something that I’ve been wanting to write for a while, and finally found the time to sit down and write it. Though still testing the waters, so please let me know. Would most likely try to be a slow burn, like definitely be more than four parts.

Word Count: 2K

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“Ned, I told you, she isn’t in love with me,” Peter repeated for the eighth time in this same phone conversation, but that didn’t mean that it hurt any less.

“Are you sure? I mean it could just take a while for hers to show up soon?”

“Ned, I really don’t want to say this but she did have a red mark, but it wasn’t for me,” he finally caved and explained the one fact he has kept thus far, “I didn’t think she would pull something like this, that’s why she can’t love me…because she loves someone else,” he sighed almost feeling the tally mark was burning his skin.

“Oh, I’m sorry dude,” he said after a long pause.

“I know but it’s not something you should apologize for,” he sighed, trying not to remember the events that occurred that morning.

“You can always come with me and Betty to the movies tonight, we can invite a few more people so you don’t feel like third wheel,” wanting to switch topics to hopefully cheer his friend up.

Peter knew that his friend was really trying to help but he really couldn’t think of leaving his apartment. He really needed to process the whole situation rather than distract himself from it, because he knew when he was alone, he would feel this low again. He looked down at his wrist seeing nothing but black tallies on his wrist, and let out a long sigh.

“Pete, you still there?” pulling him out from his thoughts.

“Yea just thinking about the offer,” even though he already knew that he had the answer.

“How about you think about it and let me know. I don’t want you to feel pressured,” always the supportive friend. “I would cancel on Betty but…��

“Thanks Ned, don’t think Betty deserves that,” smiling knowing that Ned will always be his ride or die. “Think I’m a sit this one out,” his eyes still focused on his wrist.

“Offer will stands till seven, but if not, I’ll stop by tomorrow with food and can talk about it,” wanting Peter to know that he’ll be there through thick and thin.

“Yea tomorrow would be nice, I’ll text you if anything happens,” affirming that he wasn’t going out tonight, “have a great date Ned.”

“Thanks Pete. Hope to see you soon then,” he said.

Both said their goodbyes, leaving Peter to let out a long groan of frustration. The palms of his hands pressed against his eyes hoping to keep the tears in that he kept in the whole day. Another black tally mark etched on his skin, great another failed attempted at love.

It was at times like these that wished he never learned about the tally marks, but it’s something unavoidable. He remembers days in which his Aunt May would sit down and talk to him about the tally marks that would one day appear across his wrist and tried to do her best to explain it.

“Alright Peter, so one when you find someone you really love, you’ll one day see a black tally appear right here,” pointing out her own single red tally on her wrist.

“But yours is red,” child Peter pointing out the obvious.

“I know, but if the person you love, loves you back, then it will turn red. Just like mine, yours can start off black, only depending who falls for who first. I can tell you first hand that mine showed up a month before your Aunt May’s did,” puling Peter’s attention from his aunt to his see his uncle setting down his stuff. Ben walked over to the two ruffling Peter’s hair to distract him from giving May a quick kiss.

“Hey it’s not my fault that you fell in love sooner than I did,” she joked.

“Uh, yea it is, you didn’t make it easy for me,” he smiled, “So what is this tally mark talk about?”

“Just curious,” Peter responded, “besides our teacher was going to go over it soon and wanted a head start.”

Peter smiled his tears gaining a bittersweet taste to them but figured that he may as well let out any tears at this moment. He looked at his wrist, nothing but black tallies and he would be lying to himself if he said that it didn’t hurt him. He really didn’t get the idea of what was so difficult about loving him, but then again, it’s not like he can force someone to love him. But still he just felt like a below the belt when he saw his now ex-girlfriend, if she even considered herself that, sport a red tally that clearly wasn’t his. Peter let out a loud sigh, thinking it was just to just scour his social media and start to unfollow her but couldn’t force himself to delete old pictures of themselves.

Just a few moments later and Peter heard a large crash outside his door. Peter quickly got up and walked over to the door hearing already someone cussing from the other end.

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You didn’t know whether to be mad at the carpet lining the floor or yourself for thinking it was a good idea to carry more than you actually could because you really took a dive just now. You were glad that the boxes you decided to carry were filled with things that wouldn’t break, but you couldn’t help the burn on your cheeks from embarrassment and hope that no one saw your fall.

You started to stack a few things to try to somewhat organize things, and decided now was a good time as any to open your door. You decided to take a few things with you hoping to prevent anyone from seeing your mishap. By the time you went back to your stuff, someone was already organizing your fallen mess.

“Hey, sorry about the mess in front of your door, just give me a couple minutes and it’ll be totally clear,” walking over to said mess.

“it’s no worry at all,” seeing the stranger get up and face you.

Your heart jumped to your chest seeing the face that although you have forgotten about over time, you could never truly forget. “Peter?” knowing full well that there was no doubt about it.

“uh do I know you?” his face really confused because he really couldn’t place your face to a name.

“It’s been a while, but remember me from middle school,” trying not to act like you weren’t even more embarrassed then just a moment before.

You could visually see his mind thinking back to middle school, and finally put the pieces together, “(Y/N)! Oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t remember, trust me have a few things on my mind,” and although you haven’t seen peter in years, you figured he still was the same bashful boy you hadn’t seen in years.

“no worries, I mean what are the odds, that your old middle school friend moves down the hall much less spill most of her stuff in front of your door,” trying not to make anything more uncomfortable.

“yea guess so,” already sensing things slowly ease, “So you took over the empty loft, I think I heard about someone filling that room,” quickly picking up a few boxes, “ how about I help you out.”

Judging by him carrying boxes you knew that he wouldn’t take no for an answer, “sure guess we can catch up, plus definitely need the extra set of hands,” you said.

You didn’t know what it was about Peter but he really had a way to become instant friends with just about anyone that he met. You really were glad that he still was the same as the Peter you left behind at the end of middle school. It was almost easy being with Peter that it almost made it seem like you guys hadn’t seen each other in years but can already tell that moving in here was a great choice. You found out that he was still friends with Ned and kept in touch with Michelle, which he was already mentioning that he couldn’t wait to tell the others. you really were glad that he already wanted to plan things out with you.

You would be lying to yourself if you couldn’t deny that although you could recognize Peter, he really had matured into someone very attractive, especially by your standards. The once round cheeks chiseled out into strong edges, small chucky arms and hands became defined and strong by the easiness that he carried large boxes. however, some traits didn’t change at all, his doe brown eyes still had the same glee and his smile still captured the room, at least it did in your opinion. But now with this stance and physique, he really could capture the room.

“So, you moving in all by yourself?” Peter asked bringing in heavier objects. You

“ Yea, just me though if its gets too pricey may ask one of my friends to move in with me,” you replied already seeing that more than half of your stuff was already moved in thanks to Peter’s help, “pretty sure she will like the space as well.”

You looked over at Peter seeing that he was staring at his phone, his default cheery attitude replaced by a saddened look.

“Peter, you alright buddy?”.

“Uh yea, just some,” not knowing the right words to say, or better yet not know the right words that didn’t make him want to cry again.

“Girl trouble,” you finished, doubting someone like him couldn’t be with anyone or have someone he’s interest in.

“Um, something like that,” figured that he didn’t know how to phrase it.

“You don’t have to talk about it, I mean we technically just met,” not wanting to push his limits, because you figured that he would tell you just to be nice.

“It’s not that, I just don’t want one of our few first conversations to be about how my girlfriend got a red tally,” the words sounding so sour, “my bad I think I don’t think she was my girlfriend to begin with.”

“Red tally, then isn’t that a good thing?” not really understanding the problem.

“Yeah her and whoever she’s interested in, but definitely not for me,” lifting the side of his wrist and showing his black tallies., “just figured she’d be the first you know,” he said melancholy as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Hey her loss and their loss too, because I can already tell you that you have already been one of my better random male encounters in a while,” trying to cheer him up, though you figured you were failing at it.

Peter let out a small chuckle, “very funny but think I’m going to head out. Ned's meeting me tomorrow for food, you’re more than welcomed to come,” he said trying to switch to lighter topics, “I’ll knock, see if you’re free ok”

“yea, sounds like a plan and really thanks for the help couldn’t do it without you.”

Peter said a small goodbye and walked out leaving you to finally press your hand against your chest. Your heart was racing, you knew that of course spending time with someone attractive like Peter was going to make you react but it was more. You knew that although you were glad to have met up with peter, but you weren’t sure if it was such a good idea in the long run. You finally decided to look down on your wrist, your eyes locking on your first tally mark. Your fingers traced over the black tally, knowing full well that the person who this tally represents is none other than your new neighbor, Peter Parker.

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End Author’s Note: So that was part 1, please let me know how it is. Still in debate if i should include peter being Spiderman, that is the other main opinion I would want, since I am really on the fence. Once again this is planned out to be a somewhat slowburn.

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bokutosbestie2 · 3 years

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Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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The room grew silent after I smacked the boy. Kenma pulled my shoulder back as I waited for the boy to respond. " You little b- " He said as he holds his face with one hand. All of a sudden he was running towards me but Kenma grabbed his arm. " Touch her I dare you. " Kenma said seriously As the two boys, we glaring each other down Oikawa and the others came to see what was happening. As I stood there hiding behind Kenma. Akashi, Suga, Kuroo, and Bokuto moved in front of me. " Ok cat boy...what are you gonna do hit me too, " the blonde boy said with a grin. " Atsumu! Stop let it go " a boy who looked like him said. " No OSUMU no one touches me especially their kind. They disgust me with their filthy animals. " Atsumu said Once he finishes speaking Astumu threw a punch at Kenma. Which causes Kenma to let go of his wrist. " Now you have done it. " Kuroo said as he was ready to hit Atsumu. " AH, KENMA ARE YOU OK? " I yelled at him as I saw his check bleeding. " Yea I'm fine," he said in a monotone voice. " BS HE JUST HIT YOU, " Kuroo said Kuroo went up to Atsumu out of frustration " Touch any of us... you and your little friends will be sorry " Kuroo said as he holds in his anger. " Shut up! You have no right of talking to me that way. " Atsumu said angrily. " ATSUMU STOP IT! " Oikawa punched him. " Damn WHO SIDE ARE YOU ON? " he yelled " This was ALL your DAMN FAULT YOUR THE ONE who INTERFERED WITH THAT THING. " Oikawa yelled. My heart dropped.. " that thing " I suddenly was angry. " Shittykawa GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF! " Iwa said " Oh this just keeps getting better and better.. " Tendou said with a smirk. " Why are you laughing. " I said as the attention was now on me. " You stated this Bs. I saw you whispering something to Atsumu. " I say angrily " Oh Who me? " Tendou said playing dumb. " I don't know what's your problem but cut it out. Actually all of you, this is why we can't get along with one another. " I say yelling at all the monsters. " Bs it's you GUYS, all of you think you're so much better than us. " Atsumu yelled " I'm not wasting my breath on talking to any of you. I hope your happy about ruining every thing. " I said as I stormed out of the ballroom. " Y/N! " Suga said as he chased me down. " Screw this I'm out of here! Come on Guys!" Kuroo said Kenma, Akashi, and Bokuto followed him out the door.

As I walked out tears began to fall. Why I'm I crying? Was I crying the fact Oikawa called me " that thing ".

I was lost in thought until Suga taps on my shoulder. " What's wrong? Why are you crying?! " he said worriedly. At first, I was hesitant to tell him it was because Oikawa called me " that thing", but I decided to tell him. " Well remember when Oikawa called me " that thing ". I said " YEA THAT WAS A TOTAL JERK MOVE! I THOUGHT YALL WERE DATING? " Suga said in shock. " NO! WE ARENT DATING " " Then WHY are YOU CRYING? If you " Don't like him " you shouldn't be crying. " he said as he raises an eyebrow. " I mean, I do like him but.. IDK IM CONFUSED SUGA! " I say frustrated. Suga sighed. Then all of sudden two tall figures were behind me and Suga. " Um y/n.. " the familiar voice said. " What do you want Oikawa... " I say irritated. " Um, can we have a moment Alone? " Oikawa asked both Suga and Iwa.

" Uh, sure we will just wait outside... " Suga said as Iwa followed him. " I'm sorry I didn't want to call you " that thing ". I just had pretended along with it." Oikawa said sadly. I turned around to look at him, I was still angry. " You know how much that hurt! " I say as tears ran down my face. I stood there with tears until Oikawa comes up to me kneels down on one knee as he reaches for my right hand. He stood there in the marriage proposal style. " I promise you till the day I die I will never call you that again. " I looked into his eyes.. he seemed serious about it. " Ok good. " I say as my nose gets stuffed up from all the crying.

This is Tendous pov earlier when y/n stormed out.

As everyone left the ballroom, I was stuck here with the others. " Good job Atsumu! " Osumu rolled his eyes at him. " You guys are a bunch of idiots. " Oikawa said mad. " Why do you sound so defensive? " Atsumu said " Yea why do you... " I grinned at Oikawa " Isn't this supposed to be a peace treaty sort of party?! " " Oikawa do you really think we will ever get along? " Osamu said laughing. " If you want my actually answer I do. Now excuse me.. " Oikawa stormed out of the ballroom. " Let me talk to some sense into him," Iwa said bowing down as he chased after Oikawa. " Hmmm, Atsumu you want to see where Oikawa is going? " I looked at him. " No, I don't care about that jerk. I'm leaving now come on Osamu. " Atsumu also left with Osamu. Everyone was leaving but I didn't.. I had a weird feeling about Oikawa. I leave the room but followed Oikawa's scent. Suddenly I hear talking, so I hid behind a statue. I peeked a little to only see Oikawa hugging the girl who slapped Atsumu. I knew he was hiding something but I didn't think it was going to be this big!! After seeing this sight I leave as quickly and silent. To tell the others of what sight I saw.

Now we are Back to Y/N pov after Oikawa apologized.

" See keep smiling like that " Oikawa touched my cheek as he stood up from being in one knee. " Should we go outside now? They have been out there for a while. " I say worried "Yea let's go see those crazies " Oikawa laughed. We left the palace and we see Suga talking to Iwa.

" OH, THEIR BACK! " Suga smirked " Yea we are! " I stick my tongue out at Suga. " SHITTYKAWA you TOOK AGES " Iwa yelled at Oikawa. " IWA-Chan YOU DONT NEED TO BE MEAN! " he pouts. " OH Y/N!! YOU HAVENT MET IWA-Chan properly!! " Oikawa said happily. " Ah, you must be the famous Y/N! " Iwa smiled at me. " Ah well nice to meet you again! Sorry for bumping into you in the ballroom. " I say smiling. " Ah, no need to worry it was an accident... My name is Iwaizumi Hajime but you can call me Iwa too! " he said with a big smile. Oh wow, he such a gentleman. " I guess you have met Suga but Oikawa you haven't met Suga!! " I say looking back at Oikawa. "Ah-So this is the boy y/n keeps talking about. "Suga laughed " Well Oikawa my name is Koshi Sugawara, but call me Suga," he said as he greeted Oikawa. " WELL PERFECT NICE MEETING YOU!! " Oikawa yelled. " So are you still down to come with me tonight! " Oikawa lifted his eyebrows. " Suga we will take good care of her we will make sure no one knows she is Angel! " Oikawa begged at Suga. " I trust you guys, it's up to Y/N! " Suga said looking at me. " Hey if your fine with me going then I'm going! " I tell Suga. " Don't worry Suga! We will bring back into one piece " Iwa said laughing. " Ok, then you guys should get going! I'm going to try to find Kuroo and the others to see if they're ok! They should be tho their strong Angels. " Suga said

" Ok, then Bye now!! I'll be back soon!! " I waved at Suga. The two boys also waved bye to Suga, We left the palace before we knew it we were walking to the river of gold.

" IWA-CHAN HOW DO YOU LIKE y/n SO FAR! " Oikawa said as he grabbed my arm.

" SHEEZ Oikawa you almost made me TRIP! " I yell at him.

" I like her already! She doesn't treat you like how the other girls on the other side treat you. " Iwa said laughing.

" OH, I WANNA HEAR THIS?! HOW ARE THE OTHER GIRLS?! "

" HE HAS A BUNCH OF CRAZY FANGIRLS BECAUSE HE IS THE PRINCE. THEY ALL PRAISE HIM ITS SO FUNNY!! " Iwa chuckled as he spoke

" HAHA OIKAWA FANGIRLS?! " I also say laughing.

" AH, YOU GUYS ARE MEAN?! " Oikawa said

" YEAH WHATEVER SHITTYKAWA! "

" WHY ARE YOU SO VULGAR! "

As I saw these two bicker I couldn't help but smile. They were such good friends with one another.

" Ok, We are HERE AT THE BRIDGE~ "

" OIKAWA STOP YELLING YOU ARE GOING TO CATCH SOMEONES ATTENTION! " Iwa said as he whispered.

" Hey before we cross put your cloak on so they don't see your wings.. " Iwaizumi said

" Ok let me put it on. "

I put on the cloak... I was ready to go to see the other side.

" ALRIGHT, GUYS I'M READY!! " I say with excitement.

All three of us cross the bridge then we head towards the path to the other side.

As we pass through the forest I see a palace from afar. " Oh wow, that looks so pretty?! " I say with excitement.

"That's where I and IWA live... " Oikawa said proudly.

" Hey keep your Cloak on, We can't let anyone see you on this side, or else we are going to be in big trouble! " IWA said as he put the hoodie on my head.

" Oh ok! " I nod my head at Iwa.

" Ok, you guys wait here!! IMMA GET MATTSU AND MAKI " Oikawa said as he left us in the garden. It was just me and Iwaizumi.. There was a silence for a while until Iwaizumi broke it. " I'm surprised," he said. " Why are you surprised? " I said confused. " I haven't seen Oikawa trust someone else besides me in a long time," he said laughing " Oh? I- THAT'S A GOOD THING RIGHT? " Why a long time? I don't want to ask much. " Yes, it is! He was right you are special. The way you stood up for yourself at the party. Pretty impressive Princess! " He smirked at me. His smirked caught me off guard. " SHEEZ it was nothing, I was just standing up for What I believe! AND IF THEY DONT LIKE IT they can suck it up. " I say " Well don't worry I have the same beliefs as you but you saw how stubborn some of them were. Which is why it's so hard to change.. " he said worriedly. " Well, first I'm glad you have the same beliefs as me. The second change is hard for many, it make take a while but we shouldn't stop trying because others don't like it. One day that change will grow on those who don't like it right now. Nothing lasts forever! Always remember that! " I smiled at Iwa, he seemed pretty shocked for some reason.

All of a sudden he started laughing.

" Oikawa is such a lucky guy. " he smiled at me.

Huh?!

Chapter 7

#oikawa x reader #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu fantasy au #haikyu x reader #fanfic #haikyuu x female reader #oikawa x female reader #oikawa angst

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comingtothetree23 · 4 years

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New Year New Me

Paring: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Every year of High school is just the same and you thought Junior year was going to be the same, then Peter came into your life.

Warnings: oh, You know the usual. Swearing, My personal problems, all that jazz.

Word count: 3.7K

A/N: so uh, You’re getting a lot of me and my struggles in this fic. So, I’m sorry for that. I really am. I think we all need a Peter Parker.

It was a new school year at school, You walked down the halls of Midtown High you look around to see many students walking around you. You frowned as you tried seeing any of your friends which you didn't. You let out a sigh before looking for your first class.

'Of course.' You thought to yourself as you sat yourself down in the new class. Your friends weren't in this class, you frowned as you stared at the desk. You tried not to look at the students around you as they sat down.

"Hello class, my name is Mrs. Smith. It's really nice to meet all of you, I am so excited about the new year and to get to know all of you, I'll do roll-call now..." You started to tune her out. Your eyes meet the classroom clock, already wondering when class is going to end.

This year you're a junior and being honest, You feel like you're wasting your high school experience. You know that movie made it seem like the best thing ever but you never expected high school to be that great honestly. You just wanted to have nice friends and have fun but lately, you've been feeling really... lonely even with your friends.

"(Y/n) (L/n)."

"Here." You said raising our hand a bit so they'll be able to see that you're here. The teacher smiles at you which you weakly returned. She wrote something down before continuing.

You watch as Kids marked their presents here and frowned leaning your head against your hand. You silently wondered if you could make any new friends in your class. Don't get me wrong, your friends are great but... You don't know. You feel happy with them but they don't feel like your actual friends at times. It's weird.

"Peter Parker."

"H-Here." You hear the voice next to you speak. You turn to look at the boy and you gotta admit, He's cute. You observed him for a minute with a small smile, imagine being him being your friend. That sounds amazing. You two suddenly made eye contact making you look away quickly, after a minute or two you looked back to see him looking at his desk with a cute smile on his face. You turned back to look at the teacher with a shy smile on your face.

Maybe this year will be different.

"Now, talk with the student next to you and get to know them." Mrs. Smith states before sitting at their desk and kinda just watching to make sure you actually talked to your partner. You frowned as you leaned your head against the desk, you hated these. No one actually talks to each other! You jumped when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

"H-hey, I was uh wondering if you wanted to talk?" You looked up to see Peter looking at you. You smiled as he continued, "You don't have to if you don't want to it's just you looked like you didn't have anyone, that sounds mean I didn't mean to-" Your small laugh made him stop rambling.

"Y-yea, we could talk." You smile shyly as you move to face him, "I just uh- Don't know what to talk about." You give him an awkward smile, which he returned one of his own.

"Me neither," he says making you let out another laugh, which made him proudly smile.

"Then this is going to be an awkward five minutes." You joked, causing Peter to laugh making you laugh with him. When you two calmed down you gave a small sigh, "Sooo, What are your hobbies?"

"Oh, Uh, I use to be apart of robotics lab but I had to drop out. I'm part of the Academic Decathlon with a couple of my friends."

"Academics Decathlon?" You ask looking at him with wonder before leaning your head on your hand with a chuckle, "I could never."

"Why not?" He asked you, you closed your eyes and let out a humorlessly chuckle.

"I would suck at that so much I mean imagine me answering questions, can't. I'm not that smart, Peter." You shook your head with a smile before shaking your head, "Anyway continue."

"I'm sure your smart." Peter said making you frown at him, you tilt your head in confusion, "I've seen you around before in a totally not stalker way and your smart, (Y/n)." You look at him for a moment before giving him a smile and looking at the floor.

"Thanks, Peter."

"Anytime." Peter smiles before you two continue to talk throughout the whole class. That suddenly became one of your favorite classes, you could already tell.

You tugged on the straps of your backpack nervously as you enter the lunch room, You searched around for your friends. You didn't really see them you walked around for a bit before sighing. Your shoulders drooped as you started to walk out of the cafeteria before you felt someone gently take your hand.

"There you are, (Y/n)." You looked up to see Peter smiling at you and gently holding your hands, "I was looking for you." That shocked you but you smiled anyway.

"Really? You were looking for me?" You smile as Peter cheeks suddenly turned red and he avoided your eyes.

"Uh Y-yea, I was looking for you. I wanted to know if you-uh wanted to sit with me and my friends?" He asked quickly and quietly but you stilled smiled at him. he finally looked at you when you nodded at him.

"Of course, that sounds amazing actually." You looked down with a shy smile before peter perked up and lead you to the table. That's where you met Ned and M.J. which honestly the best decision of your life.

With them, you were able to geek out, talk about anything without being judged or yelled at. Another thing that was nice was they treated you like an equal, a friend. That's something you'll always appreciate.

Over the next couple of weeks, You and Peter become closer as he and his friends are in a couple of your classes. It got to the point where you two practically lived at each other's houses. Not gonna lie, You were terrified when Peter first was coming over. thinking your room was either too messy or too childish? But oh boy! You were wrong, Peter loved your room for some reason but you loved his.

"You got the homework for science?" You ask while doing homework on Peter's top bunk. You had to go to a meeting that class and no one gave you the homework yet. You were able to catch the Papers without looking up from your work, "Thanks."

"Anytime." Peter smiles from his spot at his desk. This wasn't new anymore, at first when you two did homework together it was silent and honestly awkward but now you two were relaxed with each other.

"Honestly I emailed her I was busy and she didn't even give me the homework," you grumbled as you wrote down some answers, or at least you hoped was the answers.

"She's like that," Peter smirked before moving his head to dodge the ball of paper thrown his way.

"I know! But still!" You waved your arms around before going back to your work. Blowing hair out of your face.

"Well, I think I'm done for now." Peter smile before moving the chair to face your direction as he smiled, "Wanna watch a movie?"

"Heck yes!!" You scrambled off the bed because Movie night also meant cuddle night and your life deepened on Peter's cuddles by this point in your life. Aunt May knew if it was Friday night and you were over you two would fall asleep cuddling each other, she was prepared with her phone now.

Her new favorite thing is to tease you two by showing you some of the photos. There was this one that you kinda love, You were passed out halfway off the arm part of the couch but Peter was holding you Spooning you to make sure you didn't fall off. What you loved most of it was that Peter's face was on your back and it was A D O R A B L E! You actually made it your phone lock screen which always makes Peter flustered when anyone sees it.

That's exactly what happened this Friday night, You got your cuddles, Peter got his movie, May got her photos, Everybodys happy!

As Homecoming was coming sooner and sooner people started asking more and more questions to you two.

"Are you two going together?"

"If you two go together that would be everything!"

"How long have you two been dating? Wait, You arent!? You should."

"Please go, that's all I ask."

You two would just laugh it off before doing something chaotic. Rumors started flying around that you two are dating and when You and Peter debunked they started leaving you two alone.

So a day before homecoming Peter asked if you two wanted to go as friends He hated that last part You of course said yes. You decided to change it up for junior year Homecoming and got yourself a dresses Freshman and Sophomore you would never but you actually like how it looks on you.

"She'll be out in just a minute." Your mother states before going to grab her phone, Yea she was taking pictures too. You can't escape them. You walked down your stairs and made eye contact with Peter, he was looking at you in awe.

"Heya Parker." You smirked as you now stood in front of him, He looked good in his Homecoming outfit, "Looking good."

"Y-you too." He stuttered as he gave you his dorky smile, which you returned, "You look really nice." He repeated before closing his eyes with a cringe-making you laugh.

"Picture time!" Your mother came in the room with her camera, making you roll your eyes, "Don't roll your eyes, Smile!" You wrapped your arms around Peter's neck for the picture, causing his smile to grow bigger and bigger the minute. Pictures were taken as you two were off to your Homecoming.

Most of the time you and Peter stayed with your friends but at one point you looked at the dance floor before smirking and turning to Peter.

"Wanna dance?" You smirk as you nudge his shoulder, He looked over at you in shock before looking at the dance floor.

"I thought you couldn't dance?" He asked looking at you with sus eyes, making you nod understandably. You could be a little shit sometimes so yea you understand.

"I can't but we can try if you want." You shrug before turning away but Peter took your hand causing you to smile as you knew what was coming. BaD dAnCiNg!

You two laughed at each other as you two tried dancing, you two really couldn't dance to save your life! People around you was either annoyed you were in the way of their dancing or amused at you two together.

Suddenly a slow song came up, making your laughs slowly stop. You two look around at the couples dancing together before looking at each other with a shrug.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist, making you shudder a little. You two followed the people around your pace and slowly moved side to side.

"This is awkward right?" You laugh lightly as you looked around the room to the other couples. You looked over and saw M.J. smirking at you causing you to subtly shake your head at her, causing her to nod at you.

"I don't know, kinda?" Peter shrugged making you laugh a little before resting your chin against Peter's shoulder while closing your eyes, "It's kinda nice."

You let out a hum in agreement as you moved closer to the boy. Peter rested his chin on the top of your head. You two continue to move you smiled you breathed in his cologne, it actually wasn't that bad kinda smells good. You gotta admit Peter really did look good today, well he always looks good but today be tried more which defiantly worked. It was also kind of him to ask you to come. Your eyes opened wide as you realized something.

You liked Peter.

which how did you now know already, You always thought he was cute, always thought he was kind, but now when he's holding you in his arms it felt good. It felt right. That's how you finally realized you've fallen for Peter.

The next couple of months continued and it was pretty much the same expect you became more flustered and blushy around him. Apparently, you suck at hiding your feeling. Can toy imagine Peter as your boyfriend? That would be amazing but you knew it could never happen. He wouldn't think of you that way, he wouldn't think you would be pretty or kind enough to date. It was a nice thought tho.

"C'mon (Y/n). Please!" Peter begged as he followed you around your house.

"No Peter I told you I won't be good at it." You crossed your arms as you started making food in the kitchen. Peter frowned as he sat on the table instead of the seats.

"You don't know that for sure." Peter crossed his arms with a pout, making you blush before quickly continuing to make you and your friend food.

"Yea I do, I'm not smart enough like you or ned or M.J. or..." You continued in thought as you grabbed two sodas before handing it to Peter which he gladly accepted.

"Do we have to talk again?" Peter crossed his arms as he raises a brow at you. You two had that talk of you being smart enough to join the Academic Decathlon but you always declined every time, "Can't you at least try? It'll be fun. We'll go to the practices with Ned and M.J., We'll go on field trips which are always fun."

"The last field trip you guys almost died at Washington."

"well, Actually I wasn't there." Peter lied as you looked over at him confused, "I kinda ...ditched the class?" He explained to you causing you to stare at him in shock before shaking your head, chuckling.

"Peter Benjamin Parker skipping class. Shameful." You chuckled as you handed him his food, "Never thought I'd see the day," You smiled as you sit next to him.

"Leave me alone." He mumbled before biting into the sandwich. He suddenly looked up saying, "Hey waitaminute, Don't change the subject! You should join!"

"If I say I'll think about it will you leave me alone?" You rolled your eyes at the boy, this has been going on for months.

"For now, yes."

"Then I'll think about it." Peter smiled at you before nodding, You stare at him for a moment longer before taking another bite. You might join just to see his smile.

So after a few more times of Peter conniving you, you joined. Which you gotta admit it was kinda fun, you didn't know all the answers at first but now Peter helps you with it and you slowly know more and more.

But you regret it so much right now.

"Why'd you do this to me." you whimpered out as you two sat next to each other at the competition. They decided to let you do it since you seemed to be learning the hang on it but now you felt like you would throw up.

"C'mon you got this." Peter smiled and gave you a thumbs up before frowning. Under the table, he took your hand and held it, "I'm being serious (Y/n), you got this. Now let's get started." He shook your hand a little before it started.

After a couple of rounds, you and the other team were tied which made you even more nervous since you didn't even answer one question yet.

" What sorts of signals does the brain use to communicate sensations, thoughts and actions?"

Your eyes widen as you remembered the question, you looked at your team to see them struggling to remember before looking at the other team to see one of them about to push the button. You frown before slamming the button.

"Midtown high?" You closed your eyes before letting out a nervous sigh and gives a smile.

"The single cells in the brain communicate through electrical and chemical signals?" You closed your eyes as you waited for their response, You felt Peter's hand tighten around yours.

"That is...correct! Midtown wins!" Your team stands up cheering and screaming jumping around as you laugh. The team gave you a big hug as they cheered before Peter laughed and picked you up and spun you around.

"I knew you could do it!" He yelled before he puts you down smirking at you, "Didn't I say you'd be great?"

"Hey, calm down tiger. It was one question." You held up one finger, causing Peter to roll his eyes before pushing your hand down.

"One question that got us to win." Peter gently punched your shoulder, "You shouldn't be proud we won. Now put your jacket on!" You give him a confused look before you felt fabric being placed around your shoulders. You look to see the same yellow jacket everyone else was wearing which made your smile even bigger.

"My own jacket?" You looked up at Peter was bright joyful eyes making him chuckle.

"You were supposed to wear it during this but oh well. I guess no one told you." He smirked as you blushed out fo embarrassment before punching his shoulder.

"Why didn't you tell me!?" peter laughed before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leading you back to your team. Which gave you another big hug making you hug them back laughing.

Peter's arm never left your shoulder that day, not that you minded.

After that day and Homecoming, Peter started to high-key ship you two. They even came up with a ship name. You found that part after one of your old friends texted you about it, making you confused.

"Hey, you know we have a ship name now?" You brought it up once, You two were studying in the library but you two stayed close. too close for some people but you two didn't care. You had your feet in his lap while you leaned back in your seat reading a book.

"Wait really?" Peter asked as he closed his book and looked toward you, "We have a ship name?"

"Yea, it's (Ship name)."

"T-that's crazy." Peter sighed before running his hands through his hair, making you look at him confused. he did that when he's nervous or stresses.

"You alright there?"

"Y-yeah, it's nothing," Peter says before going back to work. You stared at him confused and worried, maybe he didn't like you that like. Who are you kidding of course he doesn't your just....you.

How could he want you?

Those thoughts started coming up more and more as you hung out with Peter and the others. The year is going through fast actually, your like 3 months until it's over. Time moves fast.

You frowned as you lied in bed in your room, you were on your phone before placing it down. You feel lonely right now which is silly, you were with your friends yesterday. You shouldn't feel lonely. Thing's have been a little different with Peter, you didn't know what but you would tell. Which hurt your heart but you never asked about it.

You sat up from your bed as you heard a knock on your window, You frowned before going up ad opening it. You look to see Peter standing there with glassy eyes making you frown.

"Hey, hey, hey What's wrong." You walked up to him and cupped his cheeks making him look at you, "Are you okay?" Peter's brown eyes met yours as he stared at you before sniffling.

"I just really miss him." Peter whimpered out making you confused but you didn't ask him about it. He needed comfort and that's what he's getting like it or not.

"It's fine, we all miss people it's completely normal. " You rub your thumb against the tears, "I'm sorry I don't really know how to comfort people. I just don't want to see you sad. I care too much about you." Peter stared at you for a minute before quickly giving you a peck on the lips. he pulled away and covered his face as he realized what he did.

"I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- I didn't think. I'm making things worst." Peter continued to ramble as you stare ahead frozen and blushing hard. You shook your head before smiling at Peter and taking his hands away from his face.

"Hey Pete, it's fine. I liked it." You smile as his eyes widen as he thinks about what you said.

"Y-you liked it?" He looked up at you with so much hope it would be cruel to joke around with him.

"Yes, I did."

"Can I?" Peter asks as he sits up and your faces are inches apart. You nodded once and that was all he needed before cupping your cheeks and placing his lips on yours. You grab his wrist as you kiss him back, you've been waiting months for this moment and it was finally happening! You couldn't believe it.

...He actually liked you.

"I've been meaning to tell you for so long." Peter breathed once you two broke apart, "I've wanted to tell you that I love you so much. You're so smart, pretty, amazing and I would be lucky to date you." That caught you off guard before you smile at him.

"You're lucky to date me? I'm lucky to date you!" You smile as you give his neck a good kiss causing him to let out a small adorable giggle, "You feel better now?"

"Better than ever." Peter smile before leaning back on your bed, you smile as you cuddle your face in his chest as he wraps his arms around you, "I'm so lucky." he closes his eyes as you stared at his face. You smile as you close your eyes.

"You're everything I ever wanted, Peter Parker."

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Tallies (1) || Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: This AU is based on an idea from an old prompt in which people have tally marks to represent how many times they have fallen in love.

Peter has fallen in love a couple times, but never been loved back, and thats where you come in. Peter is in college, would say around 21-23, and so is reader and company.

Word Count: 2K

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“Ned, I told you, she isn’t in love with me,” Peter repeated for the eighth time in this same phone conversation, but that didn’t mean that it hurt any less.

“Are you sure? I mean it could just take a while for hers to show up soon?”

“Oh, I’m sorry dude,” he said after a long pause.

“I know but it’s not something you should apologize for,” he sighed, trying not to remember the events that occurred that morning.

“You can always come with me and Betty to the movies tonight, we can invite a few more people so you don’t feel like third wheel,” wanting to switch topics to hopefully cheer his friend up.

“Pete, you still there?” pulling him out from his thoughts.

“Yea just thinking about the offer,” even though he already knew that he had the answer.

“How about you think about it and let me know. I don’t want you to feel pressured,” always the supportive friend. “I would cancel on Betty but…“