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The Disaster Zone

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Roomate!Abby Anderson x reader

Synopsis: Living with the hottest girl wasn't that bad, right? Except that she was completely straight and has a boyfriend you hate.

wordcount: 7, 758

note: this fiction contains (internal) homophobia and comphet as Abby explores her sexuality. if you were uncomfortable with these kinds of stories, then maybe this isn't for you. please refrain from commenting on any hate comments. thank you and happy reading!

Sweat prickled from your forehead, trickling down your face, and across your neck and you almost yelled in frustration at the feeling of getting overstimulated over everything. You sighed irritatingly, trudging your way outside of the apartment you just viewed.

One week before the class starts and you still haven’t got a place to live and stressful is such an understatement to say. No, it’s much more than that. You never thought that finding a decent place to stay for two semesters wasn’t hard but no — it was like searching for a needle in a haystack, and the needle was just a reasonably priced apartment with no angry roommates.

You grumbled, laying your head on the couch of your bedroom. You pulled out your phone, scrolling through the listings of the apartments available, feeling the stress building with each rejected option.

But to your luck, you stumbled upon someone’s ad. It was a nice, cozy place that was perfect in size for two people. Her name was Abby Anderson, her last name was quite familiar but you couldn’t pinpoint where you heard it. Her place looked promising enough, and the reason she was finding a roommate was that she couldn’t pay all the house bills by herself. Under that, there was a deadline — which was supposed to be today, so you mindlessly hit the ‘call’ button with no second thought.

“Hello?” Abby’s voice came through the other line, her voice was deep and businesslike.

“Hey, uh, I saw your ad for the apartment,” You replied while nibbling through your fingertips.

“Oh, great. Are you interested in visiting it?” She asked, her tone was still cool and detached.

“Yes, please, I need it so bad.” You bit your lips while nervousness came through.

“Alright. Let’s set up a time, then. Are you free this afternoon?”

“Yes.”

“Great. I’ll send you the address.” She said before hanging up quickly.

You stared at your phone for a minute, finding the interaction a bit… awkward. A sense of relief washed over you as the thought of finally finding a place to stay for the whole academic year was done, but something about Abby made you feel anxious. Her coldness scared you for a second — even if you just talked to her for a couple of minutes.

But no, you promised yourself that this was the last time you’d reject a place because of a bad roommate. So you don’t have a choice but to go.

Arriving at the address, you knocked at the door thrice. Seconds later, you saw the Abby Anderson. You gulped, taking in her features. She was tall, stoic, and… unimpressed. She was wearing a simple black shirt that perfectly hugged her toned body, making you gawk mentally. Her eyes bore into yours, looking at you from head to toe. Something inside Abby’s mind twitched as she did not expect how good you looked. But she immediately strayed away from that thought, minding no attention to it.

“Thanks for coming. I apologize for my appearance — I just got off the gym.” She says in a neutral voice, opening the door wide open. “Come on in.”

“It’s fine.” You said before stepping inside.

The apartment was bigger than you expected — much bigger than the photos she uploaded. The furniture was complete and the choice of its design was very intricate and extravagant — you wondered if she bought it all with her money. Maybe she spent her money buying decorations which is why she couldn’t pay the house bills.

The huge windows perfectly let the sunlight in, casting a warm glow through the whole place. You admired how neat it was, and how everything was in place. Not even a small piece of trash in sight. As Abby showed you around, pointing out every amenities and quirks of this place, you couldn’t help but admire her silently.

“So what do you think?” She looked back at you suddenly, making you snap out of a trance.

“Oh! Uh, yeah, I like it.” You shot her a smile. “This was much better than all of the places I’ve checked.”

Abby nodded, taking your answer without further comment or questions. You looked away, feeling nervous at the closeness between you two. With the whole three hours of you and her in just an enclosed space, Abby did not look at you. Something about your presence makes her uncomfortable and she did not know what that is.

But then she looked at you for the second time, taking a couple of minutes to stare at your features without you knowing. Abby did not know why it was so hard for her to accept that you were pretty. No, you were something more than that. And she did not know what that was, or what was doing to her that was making her heart churn.

“Damn it,” Abby looked away and cursed under her breath.

You snapped your neck to stare at her. “What was that?” You asked.

“Nothing. It seems like you are interested. Are you open to discussing the other details?” She said, gesturing at the couch.

And just like that, the deal was done.

And oh, that was one month ago.

You and Abby are still living with each other. But all of your admiration for her was over.

She has a whole-ass boyfriend.

And she’s straight as hell.

Now, you hate each other to the core.

Turns out, Abby Anderson wasn’t renting because she was poor. Technically, at that time, she was. However, you found out that her family was crazy rich and could probably buy your entire bloodline.

The reason that she was finding a roommate to share the apartment with was that her father limited her expenses in the meantime as Abby spent a huge sum of money in the casino while on a summer break, causing her dad to deduct some money from her allowance.

Abby Anderson was the typically rich person you’d meet. She has a puppy she recently adopted one sunny day and she named Oreo — a St. Bernard. Ever since, there has been a new joy in the apartment, breaking the awkward tension between you and Abby that was lingering in the air. You learned how to love Oreo despite his unwavering energy.

Being an only child, Abby doesn’t have anyone to share things that her parents buy her, and developing a trait of being territorial over those she owns. However, seeing you play with her puppy, and how your face lit up every time Oreo cuddled with her, Abby could not put an end to your joy for whatever reason she couldn’t figure out. She just liked to think that she was just being a kind person and to not be an asshole for no apparent reason, and nothing else.

On the other side, you were grateful that Abby was letting you play with her dog. Because, truth be told, you were still getting tensed whenever she was around. And Oreo definitely warms up the place much more.

You didn’t know that being roommates with Abby Anderson could make everything so complicated. She was the top student in class, always ranking high in their department, and was considered one of the top notchers in the university already. Her dad was a famous surgeon in the city and was respected by many, and Abby definitely wanted to prove that she could be like her father — or better. She only has two friends — Nora and Mel, whom you only saw in the hallways of your university alongside her. Abby was a mysterious person, and even though you were now living for a month with her, you did not know much about her.

She wasn’t a talkative person, and you two never interacted with each other so much. You could definitely count the times she has spoken to you with your one finger. Her after school would be changing into gym clothes, making and eating a snack in the kitchen, and then leaving. She would go back at 7:00 PM and would go straight inside the bathroom and into her bed.

But let’s talk about the real issue here.

Her boyfriend.

Owen was a gym rat guy who sported short brown hair, brown eyes, and a small mustache around his chin. Abby introduced you to him when she first invited him over, and you found out that he was much older than Abby. At first, you weren’t bothered by her presence since he seemed okay and not much of a harm. However, as Abby was inviting him over and over again, something inside you grew uncomfortable.

Maybe it was because whenever he was around, you’d often see him giving you dirty looks that sent shivers up your spine, or that he liked to fully make out with Abby in different spots in the apartment outside of Abby’s room, or that every time Owen and Abby were cuddling or doing sweet things with each other, you’d caught her staring at you from time to time.

“Really?!” Dina exclaimed through the phone as you were narrating the last line to her.

“I really do want to know why.” You grabbed a bag of chips before walking away from the kitchen.

“Maybe she likes you?”

You stopped walking when you saw Abby and Owen cuddling in the living room, her head was placed on Owen’s shoulder as they both watched a silly movie. You sighed, “No, I think it’s actually the opposite of it.”

It was an exceptionally good day at Pinecrest University, one of the most prestigious schools in the U.S. which everyone dreamt of attending. From the picturesque sceneries of the landscapes where it was built, and to the educational qualities it provides, it was, in fact, no doubt one of the greatest universities in the world.

Abby did not know whether or not she would be happy that she was given an opportunity to take after her father's steps — follow his path and become like what he is — a great surgeon. In the first year, she was giddy to study, with full of hope and dreams. Everyone recognizes her for being Jerry Anderson’s only daughter, praising her for being intelligent like he was. Abby was every professor’s favorite student as she possesses exceptional skills in everything. While it was good at first, Abby did not like the pressure weighing up on her shoulders as time passed by. Being someone who everyone expects to be good at everything all the time, makes her become careful of her actions as she becomes afraid of making mistakes.

“What?” Leah snapped her neck in Abby’s direction.

“Nothing. Thought I heard something.” Abby shook her head.

“You know what I heard earlier?” Nora looked at Abby, eyes gleaming with mischief with a small smirk plastered on her face.

“What?” The blonde furrowed her brows before sitting on an empty spot at the library.

“Y/n Y/l/n. Your roommate.”

Leah’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped, “You’re roommates with her?” She exclaimed in a hushed tone.

The lines on Abby’s face deepened as she looked at her friends, not knowing what the fuss was about. “What about her?”

Nora was about to say something when, as if on cue, you started to walk behind her, trudging away from their table but not without a quick glance at Abby, who, to your surprise, was already staring at you with curiosity.

You were not one to back down, so you held her gaze up until you sat beside Ellie who was finishing her homework that was due this afternoon.

“Who was that?” Dina asked, looking back.

“My roommate.”

“Oh! The one who–” Dina started gesturing and muttering words that you could only understand.

“What the fuck,” Ellie cursed loudly as she stared at you two with pure astonishment.

“She’s friends with Williams,” Abby uttered with a surprise.

“Yeah, everyone’s been suspecting that they’re more than that,” Nora said.

“Than what? They’re super best friends or something?” Abby folded her arms on her chest before taking a quick glance in your direction. She found you laughing along with your friends, but something inside her was stirring as she saw Ellie’s hands crawling at your torso, dangerously close to where your hips at.

Nora and Leah chuckled loudly.

“What the fuck? Super best friends?” Leah looked at her with pure amusement. “Oh I forgot, you don’t get it–” She turned to Nora. “She doesn’t get it.” She says, pointing her thumb at the blonde.

“Okay, in straight girl terms, Ellie and Y/n might be a couple,” Nora explained.

“But Ellie’s a girl,” Abby says, confused.

Nora and Leah exchanged glances. “You won’t ever get it, can you?”

“What?” Abby’s eyes widened. “Wait– Is Y/n… gay?”

“You say that word as if it’s the most disgusting thing you’ve ever muttered.” Nora glared at her. “Yes, she’s gay, Abs. Apparently, she’s a great kisser, too.”

“I can’t believe she’s gay.” Abby sighed, something inside her was growing uncomfortable.

“Abby, that’s a mean thing to say.” Nora frowned. “What if she was? There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I know! But I mean, I don’t know, it’s confusing.”

“It isn’t. Y/n likes a girl and that shouldn’t change the way you view her. It’s just a sexuality, she’s not gonna bite you.”

Abby stared in your direction, contemplating and thinking about everything. months of studying different kinds of textbooks every week couldn’t prepare her for the said subject. Sexuality was something that she was not well-informed about as the topic stirred something inside of her. Being raised in a conservative and religious family who has a well-known image to take care of made her realize that her world was much different than yours.

After a long day of work in the laboratory, doing research on different chemicals, monitoring their progress, and waiting for the results, Abby felt like she was going to collapse right when she stepped foot onto the hotel’s lobby where your shared apartment was located.

She sighed, forcing a fake smile to greet the receptionist.

“Hey, Liam, did you see Owen come in?” She asked, leaning at the desk.

“No, I don’t think so, Abby.” He says, offering an apologetic smile before attending to another elderly woman who is asking for something.

Being with Owen at such a young age means that Abby had experienced everything that is there to experience whenever you are in a relationship with a shitty person. Sure, she wouldn’t admit that Owen was a bad boyfriend to her, but she knew that he wasn’t a good person either.

Abby sighed before dragging her feet through the floors, growing very tired at each step. Now, if this was the first time that Owen had gone through the entire day without checking up on her, being with clubs with different girls dangling on both her arms, Abby would’ve been crying all her way to her room – just like what she did before. But being the person who became accustomed to this setup with her boyfriend, Abby could only grow numb, only feeling a faint sharp pain dragging through her heart, reminding her that she chose to be with him so she had to deal with it.

Besides, no one ever wants Owen for her.

Not her friends,

Not her dad,

And she won’t be surprised if you’ll tell her that you hate him, too.

“Where are you?” Abby hissed through the phone, feeling the rage consuming her as she listened to Owen stumble and slur through his words, finding great difficulty to even remember who was calling him.

“Abby baby! I’m uh- sorry, I was at a—” Owen’s voice was getting drowned by the loud music, along with different voices from his friends and a couple of giggles from different girls in the background.

“Bullshit.” Abby cursed him before ending the call. She wanted to just quickly disappear right there and then, feeling like an absolute shit so many times.

“Hey,” You greeted, placing a gentle hand around her shoulder.

Abby jolted, almost feeling like your touch was too hot for her skin. “Yeah? You scared me.”

“Oh! Sorry! Didn’t mean to do that,” You apologized profusely, “I thought you were sick.” You gestured to your face, and Abby mindlessly touched her forehead, feeling the cold sweat on the palms of her hand.

She cursed under her breath. Now that you’ve pointed it out, Abby felt her vision swirling as her breathing got labored. Even if she couldn’t look at her face, she could assume that she was pale already. But instead of saying that she was indeed not okay, she dismissed your question by saying, “I’m perfectly fine.”

Abby tried to walk, but then she almost tripped with her fifth step. Before she could kiss the tiled floor, you caught her body, wrapping a delicate arm around her hip to help her stabilize her stance.

“Quit being stubborn, okay?” You said, stopping her from even uttering a single protest when she opened her lips. You looked at her sternly, making her go silent.

As much as Abby hated to be close to you at the moment, she couldn’t move. Not when her mind had shut down the moment your warm fingertips touched her waist, not when your face inched closer to hers, and not when your smell lingered around the air and started to consume Abby whole.

You did not know which force on the entire earth had given you the energy to drag Abby all the way to your shared apartment. To be fair, Abby’s body was toned and muscular, given the time that she was working at the gym, and not only you could feel her weight leaning upon your much smaller figure, but you were also touching her well-earned biceps and abs.

“Okay, lean in there for a second and I’ll just open the door.” You commanded, carefully releasing your grip from Abby’s body as she leaned towards the cold wall while waiting for you to get your keys from the bag. Abby watched you silently with wandering eyes, feeling a sense of disappointment gushing through when you stopped touching her.

“Shit.” Abby cursed loudly while screwing her eyes shut.

“What?” You asked before lightly pushing the door, revealing a very excited Oreo who had been barking since he saw you.

“N-nothing.” Abby stammered when you enveloped her in your hands once again. Her heart thrummed inside her chest, reaching the vibrations to her ears and all she could think about at that moment was your name.

Y/n.

“Abby?” You asked, placing her on the sofa carefully. Y/n.

“Y/n.”

“Is there something I could help you with?” You waved your hand in front of her eyes, making Abby snap out of the trance. She blinked rapidly, trying to focus her gaze on your eyes and your eyes only. But Abby found it so hard especially when your face were so much closer to her that she could feel your breath fanning over her lightly.

“What?” Abby asked.

“You were calling my name.”

Shit.

“Am I?”

“Look, just… lay there and make yourself comfortable, okay? I’m just going to cook for you.”

“Ah, there’s no need. I can order–” Abby opened her phone, face getting sour at seeing her wallpaper — Owen.

“This won’t take long. And I really am good at cooking so trust me.” You flashed her a sweet smile before rushing to the kitchen.

“For sure…” Abby whispers, watching how your skirt dances perfectly as you walk, hugging your curves. When she realized that she was staring at your ass, Abby shut her eyes tightly, pinching her nose bridge while telling herself to get a fucking grip.

True to your words, you were a great cook.

Abby found herself in a blanket-clad position as she sipped at the bowl slowly, not wanting to make it seem that she was so eager to taste the soup. Which, in her opinion, was probably the best one she had ever taken. She was almost thankful that you insisted on cooking for her, instead of buying a delivery from a fast food chain — something that she has always done whenever she was sick.

“Are you feeling better?” You asked, sitting at the loveseat in front of her while brushing Oreo’s fur with your fingers. The dog wags his tail joyfully, making Abby smile.

“Yes. Thank you.” She sighed. “I think I’m just over-fatigue.”

“You should probably rest. Ditch the school works, it’s Friday.”

“I know, I will.” Abby nods.

“Good.” You stood up. “I’ll clean up for a bit. Call my name if you need something.”

“Sure.” Abby put on a tight-lipped smile. You nod before making your way to your bedroom. “I enjoyed it.”

“What?” You turned around, looking at her.

“The soup. It was the best.” Abby bit the inside of her cheek, feeling her face heating up.

You smiled widely, heart swelling with pride and joy as you heard her compliment, “Thanks.” You said before entering your own bed, gently closing the door before you almost squeak in pure bliss.

But that was short-lived as you realized that she’s Abby Anderson.

And she’s way out of your league.

After lounging in her bedroom for a day while ignoring everyone’s texts and calls, Abby had never felt much alive.

Maybe it was due to the fact that she got enough sleep and rest, not seeing Owen, or maybe because of you. As much as Abby still never felt comfortable enough with your presence near her, she was thankful for being roommates with you.

It is true that you two weren’t friends, to begin with. Abby could count on her fingers how many times she talked to you ever since you moved into the apartment. There’s not to say that she wasn’t fond of you, truth be told is — you make her think of so many things that she couldn’t name, or make her feel something she never knew what that is.

However, as much as Abby wanted to go back to ignoring you while she was finally okay, she couldn’t help but feel grateful for helping her when she was sick. So, she decided to ask you out — and it’s just a friendly date just to repay your kindness.

Rays of sunlight pierced through the large windows of your apartment, perfectly illuminating your figure as you stood in front of the full-length mirror and examined your face. As Abby was descending down the stairs, she couldn’t help but stare at your back, trailing her gaze from the ribbons on your hair to the soft plush of your thighs. She immediately looked away, feeling a small sweat prickling down her forehead which she quickly wiped, not wanting to appear nervous or such.

Abby cleared her throat, making you look at her.

“You’re going somewhere?” She asked silently, busying herself with removing dog furs from her shirt.

“Yeah, uh, just going to visit this newly opened cafe. My friend says it’s good.”

Abby nodded, looking away. She tried to guess who that friend was. Was it the curly-haired girl you were talking to in the library? Or the tattooed one named Ellie?

“Are you going with someone?”

“Just me.” You smiled. “Wanna come?”

“Yeah, I would love to.”

Abby has never gone on a date with someone else other than Owen, Leah, Nora, and her father. So being alone with you ignited something within her.

You were sitting across from her, giving her a perfect view of your face. She probably looked at you many times that she couldn’t keep track of her fingers and it scared if you’d think that she was creepy as hell. It’s just that she couldn’t look away, or divert her attention to some other things when a gorgeous girl was in front of her.

You were chatty, telling her some stories from your first year in the University that Abby found so adorable that she couldn’t stop herself from eliciting a small smile on her lips. You liked to joke around, giving some playful banters that Abby found witty. She never thought that talking to you was the best thing she’d ever experienced. She admired how you were so smiley, radiating light and hopeful vibes, infecting her in the meantime, breaking her out of the cold and dark shell she was caged in.

It was fun.

So, so fun.

And she doesn’t know why your company scares her.

“Come on, babe, I’ll do everything you want,” Ellie whined through the phone and your eyes almost rolled off at the back of your head at her dramatic ass.

“Figure it out on your own, Ellie.”

“I’m gonna fail!” She says, shuffling across her room.

“You should’ve thought about that before skipping your classes.”

“Come on,” Ellie answers.

“Why are you so annoying?”

“You love me.” You can imagine Ellie’s smirk. “I’m bringing snacks.”

“You should be.” You rolled your eyes once again before hanging up the phone.

It was 8:00 in the evening, and you were already in your pajama-clad state as you made your way to the dining room with your laptop clutched around your chest. The whole apartment was dimly lit, with only the warm lampshades as the source of light. Oreo was already sleeping on his bed, filling the silence in the air and comforting you.

Abby was nowhere to be found ever since you got in here after school. You waited for her to appear, eating whatever she made in the kitchen which was usually at 7:00 PM, or to make her way to the bathroom, putting on an obnoxiously loud song that you could practically hear from across the room. But she wasn’t here.

You two aren’t exactly friends. For sure, you two got closer when she was sick, but after the date you two had, Abby was back again into ignoring your presence. You did not know what to feel because you thought you were on to a good start now. Truth be told, you wanted to get to know her even more but it seems like she doesn’t really want to.

She was a mysterious woman. You always hear things about her at school. They all say that she was a smart person, always on top of the class. Everyone adored Abby, and you couldn’t blame them for that. You liked her, too, even though she was like that.

Three consecutive knocks on the door put you out of a trance, lightly making you flinch. You screwed your eyes shut before standing up. Of course, it’s Ellie.

She smiled widely, flashing you a toothy grin before lifting the paper bags in both of her hands. You opened the door, letting her in at the apartment.

“Jesus, where’s all the lights? I can’t see shit.” Ellie whispered.

“Don’t be too loud,” You nudged her. “You’ll wake up the dog.” You flicked the switch, opening the big lights just like Ellie liked, revealing the well-decorated apartment. Ellie seemed to be in awe, scanning the whole house. To be fair, it really was pleasing in the eye so you can’t blame her. If there’s one thing you and Abby could agree on, it is the interior design of the place. It was a Mediterranean revival style, taking upon the beautiful Spanish architecture that you both loved. It was a very lovely house, something you didn’t expect to live in.

“Dude your apartment was great!” Ellie complimented, sitting down beside you. She opened her laptop before gathering pieces of paper in her bag.

“Yeah, well, thanks to my roommate.” You shrugged, grabbing a piece of fries that Ellie brought.

You two got working afterward, not wasting any time. You did not want to stay up too late, and on the contrary, Ellie did not want to sleep. She says she has to go to the club at 10:00 PM, hence, she was listening to your instructions carefully, nodding at every word you say, and working seriously. To be honest, Ellie was a smart person. She was just distracted by too many things — girls, clubs, and her guitar which made her have a hard time managing her time. Which was why she was always late in class, sometimes even skipping them unintentionally. It was the reason why her guardian, Joel, kept scolding her.

“You were smart, you know. You just don’t know how to properly execute it.” You said to her as you were cleaning up the mess at the kitchen table.

Ellie smirked while putting her bag on. “I’ll see myself out.” She says, ignoring your compliment.

You nodded, opening the door quietly. “Take care, El.”

“Thank you so much for helping me.” She says, grinning at you while pinching your cheek. You winced at her touch, immediately swatting her hand. Before you could slap her shoulder, Ellie was running through the elevator while giggling. “Bye!” You hear her say.

You laughed, shaking your head at how childish she was. As you were about to lock the doors, Abby’s tall figure appeared in front of you, making you flinch in shock.

“What the hell?” You cursed, placing your hand on your loud beating heart. “Where did you come from?”

Abby’s brows furrowed deeply as she scanned your face, and back to the elevator. “Who was that?” She asked, walking past you. You can sense her irritation as she sits on the couch, removing her pair of loafers.

“It’s… Ellie—”

“Your girlfriend?” Abby looked at you with a stoic face.

“What? No—”

“Well then, why she was here? What could you two be possibly doing late at night?”

“Woah, woah,” You raised your hands in surrender before walking in front of Abby. “Where was this coming from? Me and Ellie were just friends, and we’re not doing anything you’re thinking.”

“And how could I believe that?” Abby stood up, towering over you.

“And if we really were doing whatever you think we were, then it’s none of your fucking business, Abby.”

“It is my business because you are living with me. It is one thing to share a house with a woman who– who likes girls—”

“You can say lesbian. It wouldn’t burn your tongue.” You stopped her, feeling an internal rage boiling into your skin. You were clenching your jaw hard, stopping the urge to punch this woman in front of you.

“Then keep that to yourself. I am not uncomfortable with you doing that.”

Your brows furrowed. “Doing what? Being myself?”

The living room suddenly feels deafening as the silence consumes you two. Abby looked away, arms crossed as her eyes were fixed on the floor. You sighed, shoulders going slump before looking outside the window. Tears started brimming at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill at any second.

“Abby you know I didn’t choose this. It’s who I am,” You say, voice trembling slightly as you gulp, silently wishing that the lump in your throat goes away. “Just like what you are. You did not choose to be straight, and I never got mad at you for that, didn’t I? No matter how uncomfortable it is to find you and your weird boyfriend doing unspeakable things every single week.” You looked and glared at her.

“What? Why are you turning this on me?” Abby’s voice boomed, face going red as anger silently consumed her.

“If you say something about my sexuality, it’s fine? But when I say it back to yours then you’re getting mad? For a very intelligent person, you’re such a fucking closed-minded, Anderson!” You yelled, storming through your room and slamming the door with a loud thud, making the dog wake up in its sleeping state.

Abby stood there for a long moment, staring at your closed door, the weight of her words settling in. She immediately wanted to knock on your door and take it all back. But she knew she couldn’t. The silence that followed her was deafening, a painful reminder of the distance that stretched before you two.

The cafeteria buzzed with the usual lunchtime chatter, but at your table, the mood was tense. Dina almost spat the food she was eating as she looked at you with pure shock in her eyes as you recounted your fight with Abby last night.

“She seriously said that?” She exclaimed, fuming, as she stabbed her food with a fork. “I cannot believe she reacted like that.”

You shrugged, feeling dejected as you played with your food with a spoon, not feeling an ounce of hunger. “I know, I thought she’d understand – I mean, she should be, right? She’s smart.”

“Not smart enough for that kind of talk.” Dina sighed. “Seriously, I cannot believe it. It’s unfair to you, and you shouldn’t deserve to live with that kind of person. Who knows what she might do to you.”

“You’re right. I’m going to start to hunt for another place after the midterms. I just can’t fit in my schedule right now as loads of paperwork start coming and coming in.” You shut your eyes tightly while combing your hair in frustration. “I just thought we were starting to be friends, you know?”

Dina smiled at you sadly before rubbing your back. At that moment, Ellie walked in with a huge grin on her face. She spotted you and Dina at the table and she immediately started walking towards it, but not before playfully bumping and greeting all of the people she knew. She slid beside you before sitting on the empty chair next to you.

“Thanks for helping me with my homework. I got an A.” She threw playful punches in the air.

Dina slapped her. “Shut it.” She says before taking a glance at you.

You smiled at Ellie, the one where it doesn’t meet your eyes. “No worries.”

Ellie frowned, her smile immediately faded as she took in your expression. “What’s wrong? You seem upset.” You sighed, feeling the weight of yesterday’s event pressing down on you again. “It’s Abby. We had a huge fight. She started accusing us of doing things at the apartment and she doesn’t seem to like that I was gay.”

Ellie’s eyes widened in anger. “That’s fucking bullshit! Out of all people, I thought she’d understand that.”

“What do you mean?” Dina asked.

“I mean, is she not gay?”

“Uhm… no. She has a boyfriend.”

“Well, this is now confusing.” Ellie looked at you with disbelief while leaning back in the chair. “I thought she was one of us!”

“Everyone else does. I mean, I do, too, when I first saw her.” You said, shrugging.

“That’s fucking ironic, then.” Ellie sighed. “But she fucking needs to grow up and get over herself.”

“Exactly. Our apartment is always open whenever you need it, okay?” Dina squeezed your hand.

You nodded, feeling a warmth gushing through your veins. You are thankful for your friends as they can ease your problems effectively. Abby’s words pierced right through your heart, but being with Ellie and Dina made it easier to bear.

Abby sat at one of the reserved seats for her at the rooftop of a fancy restaurant that her dad picked for them to have a meal after having time for a small break in his work. Wanting to reconcile and check in with his only daughter, he arranged this small meeting with her.

The place was elegant, with warm lighting from the big chandeliers illuminating the whole area. At the distance was a small band playing jazz music, and the gentle clicks of the silverware created a sophisticated aura. Abby sat across from her father, trying to focus on her meal. Jerry kept stealing glances at her daughter as he cut into his steak, trying to decipher what was wrong.

“Was the food not good?” He asked suddenly after a moment of silence consuming the two.

Abby’s gaze immediately flicked to meet his eyes. Her brows raised in confusion, trying to recall what her father said. “What? Uh… no.” Abby shook her head before sipping into her drink.

Jerry shrugged. “Just that you seemed tensed.”

“I’m not,” Abby responds. “The place is great.”

He hummed, nodding at what her daughter said. “So, how’s life in the apartment?” He asked, his tone casual but probing.

“It’s fine. You know, the usual. I was able to pay for all of my bills, since, well, I got a roommate.”

“And how was she?” He raised a brow. “What was her name, again?”

Abby said your name as she was pushing off her unfinished meal. She sighed, dabbing her lips with the handkerchief. “It’s fine… just a bit tense between us.”

Jerry looked at her with narrow eyes. “It’s fine but tense? What does that mean?”

Abby hesitated, not wanting to answer the question fully. She never knew what her dad would say if he found out that her roommate was gay. Besides, they never talked about that kind of stuff. All that she knew right now, was that she doesn’t want to tell anyone about your personal information.

“Personal stuff came up. I-it’s complicated and I don’t want to talk about it now.”

He sets his fork down, leaning back in his chair. “Personal stuff? Abby, if there’s a problem, you should fix it right away. You can’t just ignore it.”

“I know, Dad.” She answered; frustrations creeping up her voice as what happened that night started replaying in her mind. “It’s not that simple. But I don’t want her out of the apartment or anything… we’ll figure this out on our own.”

He studied her for a minute before nodding slowly, not wanting to press more on that matter. “Alright, but don’t let it become worse. Things like these can get ugly the more you avoid it.”

Abby exhaled a relieved sigh. “I know. I’ll handle it.”

There was a brief, uncomfortable silence before her father cleared his throat and changed the subject. “And what about Owen? How’s he doing?”

Abby’s face softened at the mention of his boyfriend — wait, she wasn’t even sure if she could still call him that, knowing what happened. She ignored his calls for days, not wanting to be in his presence to get a lot of time thinking about things. Abby thought it’d be best if she could calm down first, set aside her emotions, and be rational for once. She sighed heavily, keeping in her mind to talk to him once her father dropped her off after dinner.

“He's good. Busy with work, as usual, which was why we don’t see each other as often.” She lied, not wanting her father to pry on their relationship. You knew he was skeptical of him since the very beginning. He liked to say that Owen was up to no good and that he was just an older man who didn’t think about his future. As much as Abby tried to argue with him at first, Jerry already formed opinions about him — one that Abby couldn’t alter. But deep inside, she knew he was right. She just doesn’t want to admit it yet.

“I really hope he’s taking good care of you.” He says, eyeing her once again with glaring eyes. “If I ever got the news that he was being a bad influence on you, I’m going to cut all of your cards.” Jerry threatened her.

Oh, right, Owen was the one who insisted on gambling that night, making Abby almost lose all of her savings in her bank account. He also taught her to drink, smoke, and go into different kinds of clubs. You bet how mad Jerry was when he found out everything about it.

Abby only offered a tight-lipped smile, trying to change the subject to lighter topics. Throughout the whole dinner, Abby’s mind was always shifting into your unresolved fight as guilt starts to consume her whole. She knew her father’s advice was great, but she couldn’t bear to do it. Besides, it was easier said than done. For now, she decided to enjoy the meal in front of her, pushing away her worries at the back of her mind.

That night, Jerry decided to drop his daughter off before going into his office. She sat in the backseat of his car, staring out the window as the city lights they passed were blurred by with the speed of the vehicle. Abby tried to maintain her composure, as she tried calling Owen’s phone for the nth time but he wasn’t answering. Each unanswered notification on the screen made her anxiety slowly skyrocket.

When they finally reached their destination, the car came to a stop. Abby immediately opened the car door.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to wait for you?” Her father asked as he pulled up in front of Owen’s apartment.

Abby shook her head, “It’s fine, Dad.”

“Alright. Give me a call if you need anything.”

“I will,” She assured. “Take care.”

With that, Jerry nodded before uttering a small ‘good night’ to his daughter. Abby followed the car's gaze before deciding to head to Owen’s apartment with a heavy sigh.

Abby hated this feeling.

For someone who has been cheated on by the same guy, she did not know why she couldn’t turn numb. She hated the confrontation between her and Owen because she knew that it didn’t always end well. However, she did not know why she couldn’t just walk away from this relationship forever. It was like there’s some force between her that keeps on tangling herself with Owen — no matter how shitty he was. Abby hated how her father’s words, along with her friend’s advice kept on replaying in her mind right now. It made her feel like she was the dumbest person in the whole world.

“For a very intelligent person, you’re such a fucking closed-minded, Anderson!”

Your words rang in her ears repeatedly.

“Fuck it.” Abby cursed, trying to shake those thoughts before knocking on Owen’s door. She stood there for a couple of minutes before speaking once again. “I’m coming inside.” She notified him before fishing out his apartment’s key in her bag.

As Abby came inside, she noticed how the room was romantically lit up — where different pieces of scented candles and dimly lit lanterns were on, casting off a warm glow throughout the room. An unfamiliar woman’s perfume filled her nose, breaking her heart little by little as she strode through his room.

Abby pushed Owen’s bedroom door, revealing him with another woman in his bed.

“Owen?” She asked, voice tensed.

He scrambled to sit up, a mix of shock and fear written through his face. “Abby… I — I can explain.” He immediately grabbed his boxers, putting it in just a couple of seconds.

“Leave,” Abby commanded the girl who quickly complied. She grabbed her clothes before running past Abby, a pure horrified look was written on her face as she left the bedroom.

“I was checking in if you were still alive. And right now, I wish you were dead.” Abby’s jaw clenched.

“You don’t mean that,” Owen huffed, trying to grab Abby’s hand but she quickly moved away from his touch. He shrank, feeling dejected.

“How many times do you have to do this, Owen?” Abby snapped, tears brimming on the corners of her eyes. “What was something I don’t have for you to crave on another woman’s body?”

“It’s a mistake. I wasn’t thinking straight.”

Abby sniffed, nodding at his words sarcastically. “Yeah, we’re done. It’s all done forever.” Abby started walking, but Owen was tailing her from behind.

“What? What do you mean?” He asked, completely alarmed.

“I can’t keep wasting my time with you. I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

“You can’t possibly mean that.” His voice boomed, making the blonde face him with bloodshot eyes.

“I fucking do! I am so tired of putting up with your shit. Don’t ever come near me, alright? I am so disgusted at you.” She says before storming outside.

Owen tried calling her name, and a feeling of sudden fear washed inside of him. Of all the times you two broke up about this, he hadn’t seen Abby so mad that she fully said that they were finally done because he knew that she couldn’t bear to part ways with him for good. This was the reason why he was so confident to do those. But right now, she sounded determined, and Owen knew that it wasn’t good.

Abby’s thoughts were spiraling by the time she got back to the apartment. A mix of emotions started forming in her mind, making her heart clench as she stumbled inside. Tears started streaming down her face, making her barely notice that you were fully wide awake while staring at her in the kitchen with a curious stare.

“Are you okay?” You asked, breaking the silence.

Abby’s gaze flicked to your face, down to the food that you were cooking. Pasta. It was midnight and you were cooking pasta.

“W-what?” She asked, trying to focus, but her stomach started grumbling as the aroma of the food filled her nose. “I’m fine.”

You nodded, biting your tongue to ask further questions at her.

“What’s that?” Abby asked, making her way to the kitchen.

Your brows rose as you took a good look at her face. She looked like… a mess. And that’s not like her.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Abby sighed heavily before shaking her head. “We broke up.”

“Oh…”

A short silence filled the air as Abby watched you put two plates on the island, filling it with the pasta you’d made. You pushed one in front of her, and Abby looked at you with wide eyes. “For me?”

“I know we’re not on good terms right now. But I don’t want you to sleep like that. Why don’t we eat past and watch movies in the living room? I can sit across from you in case you are uncomfortable and we don’t have to talk with each other.”

“I won’t be uncomfortable…” Abby said in a small voice while looking at the food.

Your brows rose at her comment. You hummed, not buying her words. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry for what I’ve said before. It’s not right.”

You scanned her face, “I don’t know about that.”

“I want to make it up to you.”

“How?”

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false god

PAIRING harry styles x reader

SUMMARY harry’s having trouble finding enough time to spend with y/n, even after she drops everything and joins him on tour. when they talk, they only seem to argue. when they don’t, they only seem to fuck.

WARNINGS she’s an angsty one— lots of miscommunication, poorly executed arguments, and general couple fighting content. BUT!! there is lots of really cute fluff at the end :> also, beware of smutty content such as soft!dom harry (my favorite), oral (f!receiving, implied m!receiving), unprotected p in v, a brief hesitation to get naked on y/n’s part, an even more brief mention of bondage play, harry leaves like one love bite, and tooth-rotting holding each other while having sex content. lmk if i missed anything!

WORD COUNT 5.5k

AUTHOR’S NOTE fun fact this was supposed to be done months ago and then literally everything that could have gotten in my way did just that. but she’s here now!! writing this was a challenge but i feel so good about it now that it’s complete and i can’t wait for you all to read it. please lmk you enjoyed by leaving feedback and/or reblogging!! special thanks to @cherryjuiceblues for beta reading for me <3 ily <3

LOVER SELECTION one-shots here.

“harry, it doesn’t matter if—”

“it does to me!”

“hey, there are two people in this relationship, you know.”

“yeah, an‘ one of ’em feels like right shit on what’s meant to be the greatest tour of his life! doesn’t that mean anythin‘ to you?”

“of course it does, i just—”

“really? ’cause y’could’ve fooled me, love.”

“harry, i swear, if you interrupt me one more time, i’m booking the next flight home.”

… tour had been going really well for harry! he was playing back to back sold out shows in some of the biggest cities in the world, with adoring fans lining up by the thousands, itching to hear him sing live. he’d already had some really sweet interactions on stage, and no crazy mishaps had occurred (he was especially proud of himself for having ensured everyone’s safety so far). just in the last week alone, he’d been nominated for three different awards for his newest album and performances. anyone could see that he was living a dream— the dream, really. the kind that only comes true once in a blue moon.

and yet… tour had been going really poorly for harry. now, he doesn’t like to complain about much; he knows just how fortunate he is, and actively tries to see the bigger picture when frustrated. but it was really hard to zoom out of his particular situation when he was so zeroed in on a particular aspect that had been bugging him for weeks— y/n.

don’t get him wrong! y/n herself wasn’t what was bothering him. it was more so her presence, and his… lack thereof.

if there’s one thing harry prides himself on more than anything, it’s being an attentive lover— even in the most innocent and platonic of ways. he tries his absolute hardest to be a supportive brother, a considerate son, a (hopefully) decent role model to those who look up to him, and especially a present, loving boyfriend. and for the most part, he’s just as successful in those aspects as he is in his career. in fact, y/n regularly speaks of how harry treats her like she hangs the stars in the sky just for him, how he makes her feel like the most special girl in the world.

but this tour was taking its toll, and harry was taking it out on y/n. he’s never been great at communicating everything in the most positive of ways— that’s where he turns to songwriting— and he’d let his emotions get the better of him after letting them build up for the past couple of weeks. he wasn’t proud of himself, but he needed an outlet.

harry didn’t mean to start the fight. but when y/n asked him where he’d been after a last minute management meeting following that night’s show kept him an extra half hour later than he said he’d be, it was like all the frustration just erupted. inadequacy is one of his least favorite feelings (next to loneliness), and being a barely-there or only-sometimes-there boyfriend couldn’t be more of a trigger for that particular emotion.

now here they were, vexation filling the tour bus around them like a fog they could barely see through, inhaling it with every breath and releasing it back into the atmosphere surrounding them. harry huffed out a sigh, arms crossed and brow furrowed as he angrily looked out the window of the tour bus to distract himself for a moment, having to mentally step away from the argument at hand, even if just for a few seconds. watching as the dark streets outside shined with the headlights of other vehicles, he found himself wishing he were in one of them. it would be nice to be in a car alone, nothing but his thoughts and some music to keep him company.

but he had real company. she was standing not six feet away from him, emulating his defensive position with her arms drawn across her own chest, jaw clenching and relaxing every other moment. when he finally turned to look at her again, he exhaled loudly.

“we were crazy to think that this could work,” he mumbled, barely audible to y/n, but she was able to make it out.

even when they fought, the girl seemed to be in sync with him, inhaling deeply, subconsciously countering his previous expulsion of breath. the yin to his yang.

“what are you talking about?”

harry groaned at her words. how didn’t she get this? “y/n, i’m never around! i wake up when you’re still asleep, prepare for the day, go to the venue, help set up the stage, sound check, rehearse a bit, and then ’m off t’go get ready for a show that lasts two hours. almost each night! i come back exhausted and aching to sleep! where d’you see yourself fitting in there?”

when y/n realized it was her turn to speak again, she said, “first off, do you think you could please calm down a little? i can’t talk to you when you’re like this.”

his eyes narrowed. “like what?”

“when you’re acting like a child, harry! i mean, for god’s sake, i’m not nine! i can handle hanging out on my own for a few days at a time and just getting to cuddle with you at night until you have a day off. it’s not like i don’t have things to do throughout the day, too.”

while harry tended to say things he didn’t exactly believe in the heat of the moment, y/n meant every word she uttered. she really was content relaxing in the tour bus or a hotel room taking care of work on her laptop, catching up on new episodes of her favorite shows, or even going out to explore whatever new city they were in by herself. harry had breaks between show days once or twice a week, and the thought of having those days to themselves was enough to sate her desire to spend time with him. it annoyed her that he didn’t understand that, as she’d never been the clingy type and was always very self-sufficient.

“oh, i’m acting like a child, am i? right, i didn’t realize that wanting t’be present in my relationship with my girlfriend was childish, but hey, you learn something new every day, i s’pose.”

oh, y/n was really starting to seethe now. letting her arms fall to her sides with a frustrated puff, she began again.

“god, harry, you’re not childish for wanting to spend time together! i’m saying you need to realize that i’m perfectly capable of waiting for your days off to really spend time with you. you’re acting like we can’t function without each other!”

“the whole idea of you comin‘ on tour with me was to have this time together, y/n,” harry fired back. “if we’re barely going to get to see each other anyways, then what’s the bloody point?”

…

harry might have spoken too soon. at least, that’s what he thought as he laid overtop y/n on the tour bus couch, because now the point might very well be getting to just feel her lips on his every now and again.

it was late; harry had just come back from a show. usually, he’s too tired to do anything but crash onto a cloud-like mattress after all the jumping around he does on that stage, but this time all he wanted was his girl. it’d started innocently enough, with harry pulling y/n into his lap on the worn, red leather of the couch. his hands roamed along her hips and down to her waist beneath her soft hoodie (which wasn’t even technically her’s, but is it really theft if harry just leaves his clothes lying around for her to nab?), exploring the soft expanse of her skin, not straying any lower. her own hands were hidden in his curls, lightly scratching at his scalp in what she hoped were soothing motions.

harry knew he was done for once he initiated the kiss. tentative at first, he pressed light pecks along the corner of her mouth, quick and feathery, like he didn’t really care if he got to kiss her so much as he got to hold her, or simply be with her. but soon, the eagerness set in, like he wasn’t sure when the next time he’d get to have her was, and suddenly he was capturing her mouth with his own, barely giving her a chance to breathe as he tasted her. while harry never really believed in a higher power, he could have sworn he found religion in her lips.

things only escalated from there. it wasn’t long before harry was wrapping his muscular arms around y/n, so tight that he accidentally squeezed too hard, earning a squeak from the girl. he muttered a hushed but sincere “’m sorry, darling,” to compensate. one hand supported her head, the other splayed across her back as he laid her against the cushions so that he could keep loving on her on the way down. he relished her little whimpers that she tried so hard to suppress, grinning against her jawbone, her neck, any skin he came across on his journey south to more pressing territory.

harry didn’t bother removing y/n’s hoodie, opting instead to push it up past her naval in favor of gaining access to the waistband of her fluffy sleep shorts. he felt her hands tighten their grip ever so slightly on his shoulders as he hooked his fingers under it, relaxing again when he rubbed the pad of his thumb delicately along her hipbone, reminding her it was only him.

it was a thing with y/n. she loved harry, of course she did, and she trusted him more than anyone. and maybe it was the way she was brought up, or perhaps a few poor experiences with sexual partners in the past, but there was always a fleeting moment of anxiety before shedding the clothing barrier before sex. like dipping a toe into a cold lake and hesitating a little, then ultimately deciding that jumping in wouldn’t be so bad.

harry never pried. the first few times they’d slept together, he noticed her nerves, and asked her if she was sure she wanted to continue. y/n had said yes each time, and after a while, he stopped asking. but still, whenever he noticed that brief nervous shift, harry gave her a chance to change her mind.

this time, he bided his time by sponging tender kisses right above where his fingers were still half hidden under her shorts. he wanted her to feel safe, and taken care of, and he hoped his gentle touches and even breathing could remedy her anxiety. as he waited, harry’s mind drifted…. he was getting lost in the feel of her soft skin, its dips and curves and blemishes. he thought about her waist, how his hands fit so perfectly against its sides; her tummy, and how the muscles there jolted when he tickled them; and her hips… god, if y/n’s body was a church, her hips could be the altar. harry was ready to say a prayer right then, thanking every higher power for blessing him with this gorgeous girl—

“harry?” his love’s melodic voice interrupted his thoughts, and harry’s eyes snapped up to meet hers, his nose continuing to skim just above her navel. “um… you can keep going. please.”

the corner of harry’s mouth quirked upward, and y/n could have sworn she caught a glimpse of mischief in the jade of his irises, but it was gone in an instant, as he wasted no time in stripping her of her bottoms.

…

“god, h-harry,” panted y/n, her grip on his curls constricting with every lick to her core, “’s so good, oh—”

“would feel even better if y’stopped trying t’run away from me, wouldn’t it? don’t wanna have to tie you down.”

y/n couldn’t help it! it wasn’t her fault if harry’s tongue was just too good and her body’s natural reaction was to attempt to escape his grip for a little relief. if anything, he should be happy— they’d been at this for so long y/n lost count of the minutes, and after two toe-curling orgasms, one would think harry’s jaw could use a break.

but that thought flew out the window when y/n remembered who she was metaphorically in bed with.

“’m sorry…,” she whimpered, gripping the side of the couch cushion as her eyes squeezed shut.

“don‘ have to be sorry, darling,” harry mumbled against her folds, chin glistening with her arousal as he placed a soft kiss to y/n’s clit, making her jolt in his hold. he breathed a short laugh, adjusting his arms so that one held her upper thigh next to his head, while the other pinned her hips to the red leather, restricting her ability to move. “jus’ wanna make you feel as good as possible, is all. will y’let me?”

harry turned his head, nipping at the inside of the girl’s thigh, and she gasped at the brief assault on the softest skin of her body, now adorning the mark of his front teeth that she loved so much. she shuddered a breath as best she could, and harry could tell by the way her knuckles were turning white in their grip on the couch that she was trying her best to be good. feeling a twinge of guilt, he figured maybe he should offer her a second to breathe. y/n opened her eyes when she felt harry’s lips retreat from her aching cunt and the weight of his head rest against the love bite.

“hey.”

y/n cast her gaze down upon the boy (who looked far too innocent, considering what they were doing) with his cheek laid on her inner thigh, stray hairs tickling her just a tad. playfulness swam in his eyes, but there was an underlying current of concern.

“doin‘ okay?”

she nodded, gulping. harry noticed.

“because we can take a break if you want to. just say the word, okay?”

“i will, i-i promise. but… can you please keep going?”

that was all he needed to get right back into it, only with even more fervor than before. when y/n reached her third and final peak of the night, her whole body shook, and harry had the pleasure of getting to watch as he helped her ride out her high. he almost came in his pants, rutting his hips into the sofa, moaning against her core, begging her give it t’me, love, that’s it.

harry pulled back when she started pushing at his head, whining for relief as he gave one final lap at her core. he grinned at her fucked-out figure as he wiped his face on his forearm, then took her hand that had been grasping at the cushion in one of his, bringing the back of it to his lips for a gentle kiss.

“feel all right, baby?”

“mhm,” she hummed between heaving breaths, glancing at what she assumed could only be a quite painful stiffy between his legs as he sat up, “do you?”

harry followed her line of vision, offering her a chuckle and an i’m fine, using his free hand to smooth his thumb along her brow. before he could even register it, her palm slipped from the grip of his other hand and traveled down to rub against the bulge in his pants, earning a sharp hiss from her boyfriend and a deep groan soon after.

“why don’t you let me repay the favor?”

…

harry was pretty sure y/n was asleep. if she wasn’t, she was definitely on the verge— her breaths were deep and even as she laid in his hold, her head on his chest, ear pressed overtop his steadily beating heart. and who could blame her? the evening’s activities had worn her out, which meant harry had done his job properly. he was more than happy to be wide awake, running his fingertips up and down her arm, inhaling the sweet scent of her fruity body wash while she dreamt if it meant she was rested and content and happy.

moments like these made harry think they could get away with it. the long hours spent apart, the hectic schedules, the fighting. sure, it was tough, and yes, they both had a temper that rivaled one another’s for the ‘least amount of patience award’ on any given day. but every missing ounce of patience was compensated by double its weight in love. they loved one another enough to make it work.

they could make this work.

right?

…

“jesus, harry, how do you think that makes me feel? you’d honestly rather i not be here? are you actually that insecure?”

“c’mon, y/n, you know tha’s not what i meant.”

y/n felt like they were going around in circles, having the same fight over and over again. only this time, the couple found themselves in a beautiful hotel room, with a beautiful view overlooking a beautiful city. and instead of getting to enjoy it, y/n was glaring at harry though the vanity mirror, his back facing her as he tamed his wild curls for tonight’s show… which he had to leave for in just a few short minutes.

the balled up fist on y/n’s hip flew up to her face, fingers flexing to pinch at the bridge of her nose as her eyes squeezed shut for a moment.

“i can’t believe this. i dropped everything to be here with you— to support you on the most incredible tour of your career— and instead of being happy i’m here as opposed to the alternative of thousands of miles away in a different time zone for months, you’re sitting here bitching about being too tired?”

harry sighed deeply, only infuriating y/n more. “you’re missing the point. ’s not that i don’t want you here, or just that ’m too tired. ’s knowing you’re sitting around by yourself, waiting on me while ’m working, when you could be out with friends and family, or sleeping in the comfort of your own bed—”

“that you’re not in!” the girl loudly interjected— how didn’t he get this? “i put all those things aside for us, har. it’s not like i’m leaving my life behind for years. christ’s sake, the tour is over in two months! but somehow, being away from my home and routine is easier than being in the same room as you right now.”

harry contemplated his next words carefully, turning them over in his head a few times and editing any obvious mistakes, leaving the pair of them to marinate in suffocating silence for a good ten or so seconds before he finally spoke.

“y/n… i can’t be a good boyfriend and a serious artist simultaneously, okay? not while ’m on tour. i can’t keep losing sleep over how well i’m balancing—”

“okay, you know what, harry? you know what? maybe you should just leave me, then. wouldn’t that be easier? you’d be able to sleep better at night, right?”

they both knew she didn’t mean it, though harry couldn’t lie and say it didn’t hurt to hear. but she was pissed, and harry knew better than to try to reason with her when she was like this.

when she realized he wasn’t going to respond, instead electing to stare brokenly into the mirror, she continued. “you know damn well how hard i work for this relationship. i’ve flown across the oceans that have separated us, driven for hours just to get to see you for, like, one— hell, i’ve skipped some of my most important classes so we could go to shitty dive bars in the middle of the day together! yeah, remember that? i love you, okay? people who love each other are supposed to be grateful for any time they have together at all, no matter if it’s every day or once a year.”

y/n took a breath, finally cooling down after her heated rant. she took a moment to take in the sight of her boyfriend, dressed so vibrantly, feeling anything but.

“they warned us about times like this,” the defeated tone of y/n’s whisper was enough to finally get harry to say something.

“what was that, love?”

the girl swallowed the little saliva in her mouth before speaking up a mere decibel. “remember what my parents said? ‘the road gets hard, and you get lost when you’re led by blind faith,’” she imitated her father’s deep voice, and if not for the circumstances, harry might’ve laughed.

they weren’t lost, were they?

…

if there was such a thing as heaven on earth, y/n is pretty sure she’s been there. in fact, she goes there whenever harry so much as touches her.

when he kisses her shin as they lay watching a movie together on the couch, pulling her leg up off his lap and craning his neck downward to meet it in the middle. when he runs his fingers down the bridge of her nose, making an exaggerated boop! noise once he reaches the tip, gently pressing against it like a doorbell. and especially when he has her like this.

harry’s arms felt secure wrapped around y/n’s torso, her hips moving back and forth atop his own. the feeling of his cock twitching and shifting inside her while her nipples rub deliciously along his chest made her dizzy, like she had just gotten off a loopy rollercoaster. harry’s back arched just slightly off the plush mattress of their hotel suite’s bed when y/n gave a little bounce, arms constricting around her and forcing a pleased sigh to fall from her lips.

the girl hid her face in the crook of his neck, and harry could feel each and every hot breath against his skin. lost in pleasure, he let his large hands migrate from her hips down to her bum, where he gave a small pinch to the flesh, eliciting a yelp and a small jolt from y/n.

“sorry, baby,” he laughed, “couldn’t help m’self.” harry gently flattened his palm against the now tender skin, rubbing there softly in an attempt to soothe the little ache he left. when he felt satisfied, he shifted to rubbing between her shoulder blades instead, his other arm still wrapped around her lower back as she returned to her previous rhythm above him.

y/n could tell harry was enjoying himself. his groans alone were evidence enough, not to mention the little utterances of “shit, darling,” and “so good t’me,” he frequently let slip. but perhaps he just needed a bit more to reach his high, because without warning his hands were on her thighs, gripping tightly as he began to thrust upwards into her at a much quicker pace than she had originally set— it had her seeing stars in a matter of mere seconds.

“oh, god— harry,” y/n gasped out, gripping the edge of the plush pillow by harry’s ear. she could feel him hitting that special spot inside her with every snap of his hips, and she couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling back into her head, muscles tightening all throughout her body.

“almost there, angel… just…,” harry’s thrusts began to slow, becoming more deliberate, and now he was moving her hips to grind against his each time they met, sending y/n over the edge.

y/n’s moans were long and drawn out as she came, body spasms making her hold on more tightly to harry for stability. she didn’t even hear him finish, too busy reveling in the euphoric feeling of cumming in his arms, surrounded by warmth and love and feeling the safest she had in a long while.

it was moments like these where y/n couldn’t fathom how she’s ever been upset with harry. he was perfect, lying here under her unsteady body, breathing deeply not only to catch his breath, but to take in the smell of her. she wanted this for eternity. and if this was heaven, then surely hell was when they fought with each other.

…

y/n thought she was dreaming at first, not used to being roused from her slumber by anything other than her well-timed alarm and the occasional bark of a dog on a nearby street. she expected that after blinking the sleep from her eyes a few times, the vague image of her favorite boy would dissipate, and she’d fall back into the comfort of her warm pillow. but when she squeezed them shut once, then twice, and her boyfriend’s face was still a foot away from her’s, brushing his fingertips up her nose and along her brow, she set aside her exhaustion in exchange for confusion.

now, harry knew better than to wake y/n up. in most circumstances, she’d tell him off, or gently kick at him to get him to leave her alone. he found it rather endearing, and it’s one of the reasons he’s so protective of her in her sleep— always holding her close to keep her safe, shielding her eyes from any light intruding on the space she lay, making sure both their phones were set to ‘do not disturb.’ but he had to make an exception, just this once.

“darling,” she barely registered his whisper, “wake up f’me, please?”

a whine fell from y/n’s lips, her eyes scrunching shut as she turned her body away from him, which harry knew was code for let me sleep, for fuck’s sake! a smile graced his lips at the action, jotting down a mental note to make this up to her later.

compensating for the newfound distance between them, harry scooted closer to her. he kneeled on the floor next to the bed, close to the pillows she rested upon. he laid one arm against the mattress, perching his chin on the back of his wrist. using his free hand, he continued to brush his fingertips lightly against his love’s cheek, her jaw— all along her face, really. god, her loves her face so much.

“please, baby?”

harry had just come back from one of his best performances yet— the crowd’s energy was unmatched, the chemistry between him and his band members was palpable, and he’d managed to not get hit with any flying objects all night! but what really did it for him was the fan project he was surprised with at the end of the show. thousands of people in the room wore light-up bracelets that shone pink and blue during one of his favorite songs, ‘love of my life.’ if harry’s heart had been any more full in that moment, it might’ve exploded right there in his chest.

he had been on cloud nine for a moment. but soon, realization washed over him in a way that squeezed at his lungs, stealing his breath for a second. the love of his life was somewhere miles away, probably sitting in their hotel room watching a comfort film, oblivious to anything he was feeling on that stage. he just wanted to go home to her and gush about what had happened, and how he wished she’d been there, and how it made so much sense that it would happen during ‘love of my life’ because it was the perfect representation of the amount of love he had for his, and how if she’d have been there, he would have looked directly at her and smiled the whole time.

it made him realize how bloody stupid he was.

in retrospect, the conversation he’d needlessly just woken y/n up for could have waited until morning. but then harry wouldn’t have been able to sleep if he didn’t tell her he was sorry right away.

a groan sounded through the room, followed by the ruffling of bedsheets as the girl turned back over to glare annoyedly at harry. he let out a soft laugh at her behavior.

“’m sorry, baby. know you jus‘ wanna sleep right now, but ’s it okay if we talk for a mo‘?”

“now?” y/n asked in a gravelly voice.

“now, m‘ love.”

with a soft sigh, she relented, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes with her knuckles. harry caught the motion, bringing his hands up to pull hers away from her face. he didn’t like when y/n did that, as she always managed to do it too roughly. instead, he held her smaller hands in his own, getting up to sit on the edge of the bed, facing her.

“what is it?” y/n asked through a yawn. harry looked at her for a moment— really looked at her— before responding.

“i’m sorry.”

it took her a moment to register his words. “for waking me up?”

harry laughed that dreamy laugh she loved so much, and it almost made up for the fact that she was up at twelve thirty in the morning. “no, y’little minx. not for that. well, yes, for that, but that’s not what i meant.”

“what are you sorry for, then?”

harry looked at her with an expression y/n couldn’t place. it look him a few beats to speak. “i… i’m sorry i was such a prick before. i love that you’re here, an‘ that i get t’see you when i’m off. know you put aside a lot for this, an‘ i ruined it with m’own problems. didn’t mean to.”

y/n’s features softened at the boy’s sincerity, and if it weren’t for the warmth his hands encapsulating hers provided, she’d have reached out and held his face, peppering kisses over every dip and curve.

“i know you didn’t…. i’m sorry, too.”

“for what?”

“i should’ve listened better. you were trying to tell me how you felt and i just disregarded it. that wasn’t very nice of me, either.”

the right corner of harry’s lips tugged upwards, morphing his mouth into that little half-grin y/n adored so much. “think we can get past it, darling?”

the girl scooted forward the tiniest bit, harry’s magnetic pull too hard to resist. though they were the only two in the room, she whispered, “i’ll forgive you if you forgive me.” harry liked how she made something so simple sound like a secret deal between them.

harry’s half-smile quickly quirked up, completing itself, and y/n swooned over his dimples and adorable bunny teeth. a short and quiet breath of a laugh fell past his lips, and for a moment, he just looked at her. but his gaze caught a glimpse of uncertainty in her eyes, and his grin faltered a bit.

y/n was always good at hiding her true emotions when she wanted to. not when it really mattered, don’t get her wrong— she wasn’t one to take anyone’s shit. but at dinner with her parents or meetings at work, she was able to pretend she wasn’t exhausted or annoyed. it never worked with harry, though. he could read and understand her like his own lyrics, and tonight was no exception. he saw through the mask of humor at her uncertainty, and a pang of guilt bloomed in his chest.

he let out a sigh as he beckoned her forward by gently tugging her hands, still in his, toward him. “c’mere, baby,” he said softly, pulling his love into his lap. y/n curled into him, knees tucked upward into her chest as his strong arms found purchase around her frame, holding her tenderly but securely. one of harry’s large hands held the back of her head against him, her ear right over his heart, listening to it beat for her.

“love you like crazy. you’ve no idea.” he peppered light kisses to the top of her head, so softly she might’ve missed one or two. “thank you for comin‘ an‘ s’porting me. means the world, honestly.”

“i’m happy to be anywhere with you, har,” she replied in a voice honey-thick with sleep. “even if it’s just for a few minutes. always so happy to have you.”

harry closed his eyes, laying back into the pillows, bringing y/n down with him so that she was laying overtop his sturdy body, inhaling his every exhale.

“you have me,” he said, though he was almost certain she didn’t hear him, likely already pulled into the void of sleep, drawn in by the comfort of harry’s arms, his smell, him.

“you’ll always have me.”

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solefae · 2 months

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GURL first off i literally LOVEEEE UUUUUU OMGGGGGGGGG. but love n stuff aside🫶🏾

I JUST RLLY RLLY NEED A BRAT TAMING FANFIC WITH JEYBAE😩 U CAN DO IT HOWEVER U WANT (also could u include some shower sex..) ANYWAYS IM GONNA GO NOW SO PLEASE AND THANK YOU🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾- 🍭

TROUBLE. jey uso

SUMMARY ── You been in a bratty mood all day, testing Jey's patience to its limit. When you take it too far with you’re attitude, Jey decides it's time to put you in your place.

AWWW ILYT BABYY 🤍!!!! and u asked and u shall receive… 🤭

"Girl, I swear to God..." Jey muttered under his breath as he watched her flounce about the kitchen, deliberately making as much noise as possible.

She knew he had an important call in five minutes but was doing everything in her power to be as disruptive as possible. Clanging pots, slamming cabinets, singing off-key - the whole works.

Her attitude had been out of control all day, from back-sassing him that morning to rudely blowing off his attempts at conversation. Jey was at the end of his rope with her bratty ass behavior.

When the timer dinged loudly right as his meeting was supposed to start, that was the final straw. In two large strides he crossed over and shut off the oven timer with more force than necessary.

"Alright, enough is enough." Jey turned to pin her with a stern glare. "What the hell has gotten into you today, girl?"

She frowned petulantly, avoiding his eyes. "Nothing, I'm fine."

"Bullshit." He grasped her elbow firmly. "You been pissing me off on purpose all damn day with this attitude. I'm not playing your games no more."

Jerking her arm away, she shot back hotly. "I didn't ask you to! God, get off my back already."

A dangerous glint entered Jey's eyes at the blatant disrespect. His voice dropped an octave. "Watch your tone with me, girl."

She rolled her eyes and turned to walk away, obviously not getting the message. Big. Mistake.

In a flash Jey had her pinned against the fridge, hands gripping her hips bruisingly. She gasped but he silenced any retort with a searing kiss, dominating her mouth completely.

When he pulled back she was breathless and wide-eyed, arousal pooling faster than she cared to admit. Jey's hands slid under her ass to hoist her up provocatively.

"You've been asking for this all day, teasing me non-stop." He spoke low and dirty right against her lips.

With that ominous promise hanging between them, he carried her off to the bedroom, intent on taming his wild little brat once and for all.

Stripping her clothes off efficiently, Jey stood back to admire her naked form hungrily. She squirmed under his intense gaze, nipples pebbling in the cool air.

"On the bed, hands and knees. Ass up high." He commanded gruffly, already shedding his own layers. Always so big on following orders, she complied eagerly.

Calloused palms dragged up her thighs to spread her cheeks, boldly delving between folds from behind. She jerked at the unexpected contact, already slick and ready for him.

"My, my, someone's excited." Jey's low chuckle made her tremble. His thick finger circled her clit teasingly before plunging inside, crooking just right to brush that spot.

Her walls squeezed instinctively at the delicious pressure. Soft whimpers escaped with each pump, greedy for more sensation. Two fingers scissored her open deftly, working her up with practiced ease.

"You like that? My fingers feel good inside that tight pussy?" He murmured crudely, loving the way she shuddered at his filthy words.

She couldn't form a reply, brain reduced to mush under his skilled touch. All she knew was the desperate hunger building low in her gut, spiraling ever tighter.

Jey spread her further with his free hand, leaning down to swipe his tongue up the seam of her ass. She keened loudly at the new stimulation, so sensitive already from his fingering.

Heated breaths ghosted over her soaked folds as he spoke. "So wet for me, girl. Bet you'd like my dick buried deep too though, wouldn't you?"

"P-please, Jey..." she sobbed, unable to take anymore teasing. She needed him inside, filling her up completely.

He chuckled darkly, hot breath fanning her arousal. "All in good time baby, I'm just gettin' started." With that ominous warning he delved his tongue into her quivering hole, driving her mad.

She was coming undone within seconds, walls clamping down on his fingers hard as waves of bliss crashed over her. But Jey wasn't letting up, relentless in wringing every last drop of ecstasy from her trembling form.

By the time he finally pulled away she could barely hold herself up, limp and sated. Jey shifted back, admiring his handiwork with clear satisfaction.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" He cupped her ass possessively, massaging the reddened skin. "Betcha that attitude all gone now too?"

She couldn't form words, only nodding weakly in agreement. His praise and manhandling had transformed her bratty mood completely. All that was left was a hot, submissive mess craving more.

Jey chuckled, running soothing palms up her back. "You ain't done learning yet though, girl. Bathroom, now."

She scrambled unsteadily to obey, brain fogged with endorphins. What fresh torment did he have in store now? Her core clenched deliciously at the thought.

Under the spray of scalding water he crowded her against slick tile, hands roaming everywhere all at once. His arousal jutted proudly between them, making her mouth water to taste.

"Suck." Was all the command Jey gave before guiding himself past her kiss-swollen lips. She moaned around his girth, hollowing her cheeks to take him in deeper.

Water cascaded over them as he began pumping in a steady rhythm, hitting the back of her throat leisurely. One large hand tangled in her hair to hold her still for his relentless pace.

Saliva and precum dripped down her chin to mix with the water washing over their passionate tableau. She swallowed around him eagerly, loving the powerful way he used her mouth for his pleasures.

His thrusts grew erratic, cock throbbing heavy on her tongue. "Fuck, that's it girl. Take it."

With a vicious jerk of his hips he came down her throat, groaning loudly as she sucked him through the aftershocks. Only when he was completely spent did he let her pull off, panting and gazing up adoringly.

Jey hauled her up for a demanding kiss, tasting himself on her lips with obvious satisfaction. "Now it's your turn again, beautiful."

He spun her around, bending her forward over the glass shelving. The cold surface did little to soothe her fiery skin as he spread her wide once more.

This time when he breached her entrance there was no teasing, driving home in one deep thrust. A strangled cry tore from her throat at the delicious fullness.

"You feel so fuckin' good baby, so tight and wet for me." Jey praised gruffly, already setting a brutal pace.

His hips snapped forward powerfully, plunging deeper on each stroke to brush that heavenly spot inside. She was falling apart around him within minutes, walls sucking him in greedily.

Jey groaned loudly, pistoning his hips at a brutal pace through her climax. The sound of skin slapping wetly mingled with their mingled shouts echoing off marble tile.

It wasn’t long before his own release hit, pulsing hot ropes of cum inside her as he growled out curses. They slumped together under the spray, coming down slowly from their high.

Turning within his strong embrace, she kissed along his stubbled jaw sweetly. “Thank you daddy….”

Jey chuckled, nuzzling her fondly. “Anytime, ma. You know I’ll always set your ass straight.” His hands slid down to massage her cheeks tenderly.

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dotchannie · 1 month

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- 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎, 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 :: c.bc x reader (MDNI)

synopsis: after chan's phone call, you rush home to find him in an unexpected predicement, offering to help him out in his time of need.

a/n: part 2 repost! the only double parter i ever wrote and ofc it was for dirty little channie,, my beloved subby boy, please enjoy xx (i dont think i used any gender implications but if there is its fem)

wc: 1,596.

PART 1 !

Warnings:petnames(baby, naughty boy?,angel, my love),feelings of panic on readers behalf, male masturbation with sex toys, swearing, edging, teasing, ball fondling, growling, begging.

You barrel through the front door, barely taking any care to make sure it's locked behind you as you do so- the sound of Chans struggling voice is sitting at the forefront of your mind and you know that whatever is bothering him needs to be your priority, panic building since he hung up abruptly.

"Chan?! Baby where are you?"

You're just about screaming now, out of breath as you sprint up the stairs two at a time, trying to cover as much ground as you can- praying nothing sinsiter finds you before you find him.

Chan can hear you, clear as day but his limbs have resumed a jelly like state. Unable to shout back he lays motionless- post nut paralysis robbing him of his physical abilities.

"CHAN?", you’re getting louder as you travel down the hallway to the master bedroom. Doors slamming into walls as you do so, making Chan wince- if he could.

You should have guessed he'd be in the last room you checked, instincts forgot in a blinding moment of anxiety. Aggressively swinging the final door open, you’re offered a brief moment of calm- his figure slouched in a haphazard manner before your eyes.

Rushing over to his bedside, you place the back of your hand on his forehead- the other palm down over his heart. He's clammy. Hearth thumming erratically against his ribs.

"What is it are you okay? Are you hurt? Can you move? Do yo-", your onslaught is stopped when you register his hand moving in your peripheral vision, limp wrist raising just enough to gesture towards the culprit- lay in a mocking manner after having brought a man to his knees in an instant.

a small 'oh' is all that leaves your lips as you put two and two together, eyes travelling to Chans crotch where you see the evidence of his fun.

"OH" you all but yelp, eyes drifting to meet his face.

"That thing…" he starts, eyes still squeezed shut, ”…that thing is lethal".

Oogling him, your brain becomes hazy at the sight infront of you- he’s absolutely fucked out. Senses fried from a severe serving of stimulation in a matter of minutes.

"hmph- can you stop staring like that and just laugh if your going to", Chan whines.

Your eyes refocus at the sound of him, mouth hanging open as you formulate a response in your head. He's still fully clothed but the flush across his face is nothing short of intoxicating- ears red in shame.

Not trusting your voice, you clear your throat before you speak up.

"Channie..., naughty boy-" words flowing like a carol as you taunt him, "did you get yourself off with my toy?"

He whimpers, an audible response to your interrogation- big brown eyes wet and full of uncertainty.

Chan nods, wholey uncertain as to why he’s so keen on shrivelling before your stare right now and tentatively shifts his legs into a comfier position- a grimace crossing his face as the stickiness lining his boxers slides across the head of his cock.

"How did it feel? it's good isn't it?"

His hips stutter. A flutter of aurosal in his stomach as he imagines you using it on your own sex- head collecting your slick, traces probably still evident on the silicon if he had bothered to check beforehand.

"fuck-" he sighs under his breath, "yeah, yeah it is"

"want me to show you how good?"

He nods instantly, head lolling back and adams apple bobbing when he realises exactly what he's agreeing to.

"I need more than that Chan, need to hear you say it"

Head rolling to face you, he looks you dead in the eye, "Ruin me, please baby- fuck, make me cum".

You reach out a hand to cup his cheek, his lips planting a kiss on your inner wrist as you do- an unspoken agreement between the pair of you that this is what he wants.

"hmm, we're gonna enjoy this"

Straighting up from your crouched position by Chan’s side, you crawl onto the bed- a knee firmly planted on either side of his legs, weight resting on the thick of his thighs. From this view you can see the dark spot on his pants. Sheer volume allowing his excitement it to seep through the heavy material.

You tentatively reach out- one lone fingertip hovering over him, idly outling the damp patch and making his chest rumble- eyes flickering up to observe him, you apply more pressure, dragging back and forth a handfull of times until you withdraw your hand entirely to land a couple of successive pats to his hip bone.

"how about we get these off?"

Chan shows his agreement, lifting his hips to allow you to awkwardly scooch his pants down to his knees.

"Not the ideal day to wear jeans baby", you comment with a giggle.

Chan’s head slumps backward once more, a sigh of relief escaping due to his cock being removed from its denim prison. Smoothing your hands up and down the muscle of his upper thighs, your thumbs dip beyond the junction where they meet- tickling at his expectant nerves and making him shuffle beneath you.

He's not entirely hard anymore but some light teasings will do the trick- grasping him in your hand, you deliver a few shy pumps before gathering his previous spillage to use as lubricant.

Chan can't help but ball his hands into fists at the contact, still slightly sensitive from his orgasm but gagging for another. Reaching to the side you retrieve the vibrator he had discarded.

"Ready?".

Gulping down a mouthful of nervous saliva, he offers you a response- "yeah, yes please".

"y'know-“ you start, finding humour in the question thats about to follow when the toy buzzes to life, "you can change the speed of these pretty easy?"

His eyes bug out of his head. Realisation hitting that he just busted the quickest in his life when he didn't even have to.

"Ah, it's okay Channie we all learn something the hard way"

You barely give him time to think before you make contact- fat head of the toy dancing across his slit in a way that forces his hips to thrust upward, vibrator following him up and back down. You figured he would react that way, free hand lowering to massage his balls.

Keeping him in the palm of your hand, literally, you can feel as he tightens- skin pulling taunt across his entire being when another orgasm dares rear its head. You pull away right at the cusp of another load, a guttural noise of disappointment bellowing from the pits of his stomach.

"ahhh- baby please, please just let me cum'.

"Sorry my love, you’re just too tempting right now. I’ll let you this time, yeah?"

Placing the toy adjacent to his cock, Chan can feel the dull vibrations up and down his length- a strong sensation tickling the far end of his shaft as you begin pumping the two simultaneously.

It doesnt take long for him to start writhing below you again, chanting out in broken plea's as his dick starts bouncing in your hand. You pull away again.

"FUCK!"- this time he growls, teeth bared as they clench together.

You've never seen him look so animalistic, especially not in the bedroom- especially not when he's below you.

It’s intoxicating, the control over his release right now but a small part of you is genuinely worried about his teeth shattering into shards.

Faking a pout as you jut out your lower lip in his direction, you offer a half hearted apology- "sorry baby, but you look so hot right now it would be criminal to not tease you"

Chan raises himself onto his elbows. Suddenly making you aware of his completely clothed upper half and so you reach forward, taking the zipper between two fingers and dragging it down the span of his torso- delighted by the lack of layers beneath as his smooth skin greets you inch by inch.

"that was just for me, wanna see you tense".

Chan huffs, one breath coming out in an off beat rhythm of stuttered air.

"I am begging can you please, please please for the sake of everything just make me cum!"

A smile graces your lips as you lean foward to kiss him slowly.

"Well… because as you asked so nice, sure thing", giving him one last peck as you pull away- he chases you as you go.

This time when you place the vibrator to him, you circle the head of his cock painfully lazily. No change in your pace as you drag him closer and closer to what he wants.

His hips are rocking desperately with you now- up and down in tandem with your circular motions to experience pleasure from every angle he possibly can. He shudders. A violent shake of his shoulders as goosebumps decorated the surface of his skin.

"yeah, y-eah angel. Just like that." He encourages you, trying to get some semblance of control in a situation he's not in charge of.

Chans rising further off the bed now, becoming sloppy like he does everytime he fucks you and you clench at the memory- zoning out momenterially before his sweet noises bring you straight back.

He's chanting like a madman. Every muscle in his body pulled taunt, toes curling painfuly as he grasps at nothing- but it's no good.

He cums, thick and fast, with the majority of it landing in the dips of his stomach- the rest spattering across your face.

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cognitosclowns · 2 years

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What do you think the Gang does when they have a crush? How do they react to realizing they're into someone? Thanks!

YYYEEEAAAA <333 This is. so cute mwamwammwamwa I love how fluffy and soft this is

all sfw!! Brief death mention for Myc's

Reagan

She's... oddly happy?

She expected that when she'd get a crush she'd feel. I dunno, dread? A Horrible Sinking Feeling That Would Crush All Excitement In Her? Pure Misery Of Some Sort? Kinda like how her parents were-

but no she. actually feels kinda. content about it. who would have guessed.

DON'T GET IT WRONG, SHE'S DEFINITELY NERVOUS JUST. not actively Panicking about it. yet. It'll come, don't worry MSMNSD

This hasn't happened in a HOT minute. And even then, most of her crushes growing up were like. Boybands. Carl Sagan. Ada Lovelace.

She isn't USED TO HAVING,, actual IRL crushes. People she can actually talk to, and interact with, and see. daily. constantly.

Yeah it’s the moments where her love for you sneaks up on her that,, really get her palms sweating.

UGH it’s. inconvenient in the best way. she feels silly and childish and also absolutely delighted. Like oh god she’s starting to ask if you want to hang out after work???? Help her with paperwork??? She doesn’t feel like herself, but also she’s finding a newfound love for taking the risk of opening up to someone???

TLDR. Stress. But good stress. Appreciated stress and inconvenience, that she has wrangled into something domesticated.

Brett

He falls in head first and never even thinks to dig himself out

TRULY HE STRIKES ME AS THE TYPE TO FALL SO HARD.

It’ll probably be after some Small Special Moment that was probably meaningless to you but everything to him?

Remembering his coffee order. Staying up with him to talk on the phone the day before a Big Presentation, to make sure he’s okay.

IT JUST ALL HITS AT ONCE. Like it’ll start as that and then ever little thing you do becomes so beautiful to him. Rose tinted glasses, sure, but isn’t rose such a pretty color?

AAA <33333 he’s so gooey and sappy and just UGH. Puppy love. He isn’t that close to you yet, but he’s already so attached!!!

He goes out of his way, more than usual, to do stuff for you? Like not in a creepy obsessive way (he worries himself A LOT about being. too much.), but just trying to help out wherever he can!! He wants to express how much he cares about you as often and as thoroughly as he can!!

This also means. you 10000% know he’s crushing on you. like instantly.

IF HE ASKS YOU OUT, PLEASE ACT SURPRISED. COME ON HE’S DOING HIS BEST SMDNSMD

Gigi

aaaAAAAAAA

She feels like a kid again what is this. what is she doing. how embarrassing. MSNDMSD

LIKE SHE. It's like when someone makes a really, really stupid joke and you're like Goddamn It I Shouldn't Find That Funny But I Do And I Hate Myself For It

YEAH ITS KINDA THAT FEELING

She's forgotten how it all feels like tbh?

it clicks when you two are doing something, and she is laughing her ass off like she hasn't laughed in 10+ years, and the very inconvenient realization hits her that she’s more comfortable with you than anyone else in her life right now. Like she’s back home.

For a second it kills her tbh.

She learned very, very early on that getting too attached to ppl in this line of work is usually just. a very uncomfortable hassle, if not actively agonizing mistake, so she really tries not to.

and yet, she’s can’t stop laughing, and she doesn’t want to try. She’s just so happy.

Oh well. The sun is shining and you are beautiful. There are worse mistakes to make.

Andre

wow.

For him it feels like. idk. coming up for air when you’re swimming. That cool, fresh feeling all the way down his lungs.

Like sure yeah he flirts with people, he’s flirty, he’s a flirty dude, but. this is so different

every interaction with you feels like there’s static energy building in his chest. Like if he actually touches you, there’ll be this massive explosion of colors and light that’ll make him feel balanced again in a way it hasn’t felt in decades.

It’s chemistry babey!! Pure and simple!! It’s that amazing swirling excitable connected feeling!!

He chases it so much!!!!!! <33333!!!!

He goes out of his way to interact with you, to talk to you, to meet you and walk with you and just. BE with you. He feels so much happier and calmer when you’re around.

he doesn’t know. quite where to go from that. He tries not to think about it too much, because the idea of what he’s feeling Right Now going away, or having to change, is terrifying.

Live in the moment, right? When has he ever thought ahead! This is good enough. He wouldn’t risk this for the world.

Myc

Well. Shit.

He hates it but also. he's been around the block long enough to know there's nothing he can really do when it gets to this point.

You think you're his first crush ever? NAH sdmnsmd he's been around for 4000 years, practically nothings new for him.

It is rare, though. He tries not to make a habit of it, for obvious reasons

He will, probably, try his usual Techniques (tm) to see if he can get the Feeling to fuck off though.

Distancing himself, remembering all your faults + the shit you do that annoys him, all the times you've pissed him off and are going to piss him off. How it's gonna feel when you’re gone.

If none of that works? Welp, not much else to do but hang on and enjoy the ride, however long that goes for.

50/50 on if he'll initiate an actual relationship

Sure, he's accepted his crush on you, that doesn't mean he's gotta go and get himself all attached. That's a whole different ball game.

If he does, you're more important to him than you could possibly imagine. He might not say it, but you are.

Glenn

He feels guilty??

Like holy fuck you could do so much better than him. Like so much better than him, oh God

This is also why he’s not even gonna think about asking you out. At least not for the first little while (6-10 months). Even if you start showing interest, this man is gonna be way too chickenshit.

He’s also. not subtle in the slightest. We’ve seen how he acts when he’s flustered, he’s an Absolute Bumbling Baboon of a man.

The most awkward attempts at flirting you will ever have to endure MSNDMS

mostly it’s whenever you swing by his office you will get the most Geriatric White Yeehaw Man flirting. he is not good at it and will be banging his head on his desk after you leave.

GOD I can’t decide,,, whether or not he’d ask for advice. Part of me feels like he’d try to keep it Bottled Up Like A Good Soldier but also. I can totally see him caving and spilling the beans to Andre or Gigi at the Slightest Provocation.

WHICH WILL OFC END IN,, at least a little bit of teasing. And some pretty decent advice. So maybe not all too bad of an idea

Overall?? Panic and guilt with a healthy dollop of Yearning, wishing he had the balls to actually approach you about it.

Italicized Oh Moment

It's a surprise, but it isn't jarring? It's just this little Moment (tm).

Like putting the last puzzle piece into place. He's looking at you as you dance to some old 80s jams he's got playing in his office, half-singing the lyrics, and it just clicks that oh. he loves you. That’s what that horrible, cloying, feeling in his chest his. ah. Alright then.

He feels a little selfish for it, because if he were to ask you, it’d put you in extreme danger. Being close to him vs being officially with him, in that way, are two very different things.

But of course he does, because it’s you. He couldn’t possibly think of a way he’d let that opportunity pass him by. Maybe he’s selfish for it, but the future is someone else’s problem <3 right now he’s got you dancing in his office, he’s happy with that.

Alpha-Beta

oh fuck oh shit oh nononononono absolutely the fuck not nope nuh-huh try the fuck again nOT ON HIS FUCKING WATCH HE ISN'T-

he buries that shit 100000 meters down and pretends it never happened <3

come onnn this man,, has created his entire personality around being

absolutely perfect. Without needs, without wants, without attachments, The Ultimate Lifeform (tm) etc etc

hating humanity with every fibre of his being

this isn't a cutesy 'ohoho I haaaate it sopooooo much' NO HES FUMING HES SO GENUINELY IRATE.

its so inconvenient. its throwing a wrench in everything it is ANNOYING. You are ANNOYING. You ANNOY him >:(

^^ lies and half truths

He'll catch himself looping your laugh in his head and just. Gives himself a Look (tm) in the reflection of his tube.

He’ll have to actively resist initiating conversations, because he knows it’s gonna make him insanely happy to hear your voice and he’s trying not to get attached.

Is it all gonna come to a head in some Great, Crushing, Overwhelming Realization that his love for you completely outshines his hatred of humanity?

YEP BUT UNTIL THAT HAPPENS ITS DENIAL CITY BABEY 💃💃💃

aaaAAA <333 BRRBRBRB THIS WAS. SUPER CUTE. As always, feel free to add your own ideas, and thanks so much for the ask!!!!

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shegxox · 2 years

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greetings. | chamber

in which a simple greeting leaves the other in a flustered mess

cw: not proofread ;w;

wc: 1, 133

a.n: uh, enjoy? please do tell if you liked it ^^

++ gaia visual? anyone?

previous : next

EVERYONE within the protocol has a certain body type, most of which– particularly in men– have this large build of muscle full of strength. Heck, even a robot is built like a freaking brick, and since most of the members use firearms, it would only be natural for the body to build some arm muscles.

But there was this one particular agent that you have had your eye on ever since you discovered something about them.

"What the–" your eyebrows scrunched at the sudden feeling as your hands caressed Chamber's waist in disbelief.

You shot the man a look, "Why is your waist like this?"

Chamber looks down at you with that teasing smirk on his lips, "Like what, mon chou?"

Almost every day at three in the afternoon, Chamber graciously cleared out his schedule until five for your French lessons. And after two weeks in, Chamber started to have this new form of greeting you. Often you would arrive at his lab at least five minutes early than the agreed time and whenever the man catches you getting intrigued by his blueprints, he would sneakily make his way to you before snaking his arm around your waist and whispering close to your ear.

"Bonjour."

The first time it happened you accidentally slapped him hard to the point where you knocked off his glasses, but Chamber wouldn't let one head shattering slap get in the way of his new greeting.

Now, you wanted to do the same treatment he was giving you for once. It's not that you were uncomfortable with his greeting, it was just. . . it just. . . makes you. . .flustered?

Plus you're one jumpy person who flinches at any sudden noises, he knows this fact so he must be doing this to mess with you, right? This is just your little way of getting back at him– though there's an eighty percent chance that he would like it– but hey, at least not a hundred percent, right?

As you arrived at his lab, the door was slightly ajar and you took the opportunity to quietly peek inside. You immediately saw Chamber with his back facing you, his vest was rarely off and hanging from the chair with his sleeves rolled up just above his elbow. His hands were slightly spread out on the table as he reviews his blueprints.

Cackling silently to yourself, a mischievous smile tugged the corners of your mouth. Slowly slipping into the room, you carefully made your way to the man before quickly wrapping your left arm around his waist and tiptoed to reach his ears.

"Bonjou–" Unfortunately, your idea didn't go as planned.

You easily got distracted by the deep curve your hand just felt and that's just how all of this started.

"Li-Like. . . Y'know. . ." You stammered nervously as you tried to look away.

You could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as Chamber shifted his body to face your own. His hands placed themselves on either side of your waist, caressing your sides with his thumbs.

"What the– why is your waist like this?"

Chamber smirks, "Like what, mon chou?"

"Like what? Come on, tell me." He husked as he leans in closer, clearly enjoying your flustered state. "Don't be shy."

The strong scent of his cologne hit your nose and shut your eyes as you covered your face with your hands.

"Like–Like a slut. . ." You managed to utter in a low tone. "You have that slutty waist, Chamber."

The man's eyebrows raised in amusement, his smirk almost seemingly not leaving its place.

"Oh really now?" He hummed. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

You slowly brought your hands down, holding them against your chest as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

"It's a good thing." You whispered. "A very good thing."

That slutty itty bitty waist of a man is gonna make you go insane. Literally the snatched waist that you've always wanted. Not too slim to the point of skinny, still toned and leaned with some muscle, but not too buff or big. And that cyrve he has? God. Totally to die for.

Chamber let out a soft chuckle, "What a vulgar way to describe something good, non?"

You gave him an apologetic look as little pink roses started to sprout around your head.

"Sorry, it's the first I thought of."

The man gave you a bewitching smile.

"No problem, ma chérie." His hands then travelled from your waist to the sides of your neck. His eyes turned soft as he gazed down at you with endearment. "I'll take it as a compliment."

You look perfect under him like this. The way you look up at him sent his heart pounding like crazy, and the scent of roses on your head only added to the atmosphere that he wanted. He's definitely testing the waters a little too deeply at this point given your current position.

Now, how will you react next?

You sighed in relief, "Ah, that's good to hear."

Good thing he didn't take that as offensive, or else you wouldn't know how to face the man next time.

"So, is this your new way of greeting me?" Chamber questions, his left thumb lightly brushing your jawline. He's relieved and a little surprised that you haven't said anything about his touches.

Were you ignoring it? Playing ignorant? Or were you just used to it?

"My plan to get back at you with that was ruined and I was surprised instead." You chuckled to yourself as you placed your hands again on Chamber's waist.

Chamber swallowed thickly at your comment, the light of the room reflecting his glasses white as he tried to maintain his cool.

'You and your blunt comments. . . '

Your smile suddenly turned into a smirk.

"But I have a backup plan."

Chamber raised a curious eyebrow, mirroring your smirk, "Oh? And what is tha–"

Before the agent could even finish his words, you tiptoed to reach his level before pressing your lips against his cheek followed by kissing the other side as well.

Chamber felt like his heart stopped for a moment as his mind tried to process what just happened. As soon as your lips touched his cheeks, jolts of electricity ran through his veins, there was a tight feeling in his chest and a twisting sensation going around his gut as he felt warmth spread across his face. He stared at your cheery expression with parted lips. Hands suddenly feeling tingly, and knees that almost got weak.

The poor man was stunned by your actions, and there you are, beaming at him.

"I hear the french used to kiss each other as a form of greeting." You laughed gently, clearly having no idea how much your actions had affected him.

"Did I do it right?"

#valorant imagines #valorant x reader #valorant x you #valorant #valorant chamber #valorant x y/n #chamber x reader #valorant chamber x reader #vincent fabron #oc reader #vincent fabron x reader #chamber valorant #my fic #my writing #valorant series #gaia valorant #valorant gaia

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thesmallesttenmasever · 5 months

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Little Tsukasa and CG Toya HCS! So the carer may be cared for too <3

⋆ ★ Little Tsukasa is an absolute ball of energy, but Toya’s presence almost intimidates him, as if he knows he’s supposed to be the older brother for Toya and be super duper nice to him! Toya always reassures him that it’s okay, he can play and he’ll always be an amazing older brother no matter what. It still takes Tsukasa some time to come fully out of his shell though.

⋆ ★ Tsukasa is super shy about regressing, deeming it as unfitting for him because he’s a star! And stars must help guide others, they don’t need help to shine! Besides, although he doesn’t say this to others when asked, everyone else that he knows regresses has a good reason to reclaim their childhood, and he doesn’t, so what’s the matter with prioritizing those hurting more than him?? (Starlight please-)

⋆ ★ Although Toya isn’t his primary caregiver, if the two find themselves studying for tests together and the stress eats at Tsukasa’s brain long enough that words stop wording and numbers stop mathing so much that tears prick his eyes, Toya can’t help but coincidentally feel tired as well and ask Tsukasa if they can take a break and play a game together. It works most of the time, and if it doesn’t, Tsukasa can’t say no to Toya for long. It’s a good time all around, and Toya loves watching over Kasa and “repaying him for all the years he’s watched over me.” (Tsukasa heard him say that once and ranted for a solid 7 minutes 38 seconds (Saki timed it) about how Toya didn’t need to repay him for anything and how if Tsukasa made him feel like Toya was indebted to him he was sorry and would make it up to him no matter what and-)

⋆ ★ Toya surprisingly doesn’t have too difficult of a time keeping up with Tsukasa once he’s warmed up to being little, partly because Tsukasa always waits for him to catch up, but they always have fun together coloring or building blocks together

⋆ ★ If Tsukasa gets sleepy, all Toya needs to do is hold him close and sing him a lullaby. He’s out like a light for Toya’s singing, he finds it so entrancing no matter what, and combining it with a good lullaby just makes it enchanted with a sleeping spell, he’s sure of it

⋆ ★ Tsukasa loves making stories and plays for Toya! This mans whole love language is theatre but its so prevalent when he’s little and all his plays are so silly and perfect and the plushies are all very good in their roles, how could Toya not applaud for every one?

⋆ ★ They’re overall very chill silly together, and it’s amazing at destressing both of them and letting them hang out together with near no shame in the world, they deserve the world <3

#pjsk #pjsk agere #aoyagi toya #toya aoyagi #tsukasa tenma #tenma tsukasa #pjsk hcs #project sekai headcanons #pjsk headcanons #project sekai agere #sfw agere #agere hcs #agere headcanons

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waxingrunes · 8 months

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I had the shittiest day can you tell us another smutty hc that you have in your head bc the pocket 😼 one was incredible. Love your work, it would make my day all better❤️

Sweet anon, sorry to hear your day didn’t go right. I know this was from the other day but I haven’t had time to put proper thought to it until now.

Another (head) canon, is Sirius has an incurable oral fixation and would be a tease when it comes to using his mouth. This might end up being long but it’s one of my favourites. He’ll build Remus up for hours, maybe days if they’re apart, by taking the time to bring extra attention to his mouth one way or another. Be that through extra slow, wet and focused kisses or sucking a gentle mark or two into Remus’ neck. Maybe by playing with the tip of a pen, his wand, anything, nibbling, biting or toying with an object idly between his teeth. Sometimes he’ll just do that thing where the chain of his necklace will end up in his mouth and he’ll suck softly at it, or tongue along it as though he’s trying to tie a cherry stem. Maybe he’d take Remus’ hand to his lips to kiss it affectionately before sucking a finger or two into his mouth. If they’re apart he’ll get in a mood and wind Remus up over the phone. Dropping details in a faux innocent, whimsical manner about how he wishes he was there, how badly he wants to sub out with Remus’ heavy cock in his mouth. He’d keep going even if Remus was suffering— that would only spur him on, and make sure he’d get them lost in the idea before making his excuses and hanging up. Remus would be left hard, frustrated and desperate, whilst Sirius’d be much the same but so fucking pleased with himself.

After these hours or days of teasing Sirius would finally be on his knees with a content grin, while Remus could only wait. He’d palm at the pent up issue he’d caused and take his sweet ass time making sure Remus’ problem was swollen to its fullest. He’d lick and lap every thick inch, pay attention to his balls because he’d know they’d be full, make a full show for Remus up top of how good he is with his mouth. “Wanna worship you forever moony”. His fixation would always make his mind foggy with submission but his brattiness would conquer, making sure everything sounded, felt and looked wet; he’d make a mess of his mouth before he even swallowed one of those inches. Sirius would love feeling the throb beneath his palm, the sporadic pulses when he did something extra nice, working over Remus’ full and aching length torturously slow.

And Remus? It would depend on the day how he’d react to such a performance. If he was feeling a little more over sensitive, a bit weightless and at his baby’s beck and call, he’d simply watch and let him edge him over and over and over. He’d whimper against his higher power and try not to bust all over his face within the first minute. If his patience was shot however and he’d had enough of Sirius’ little games, there would be a warning in the form of a large hand pinning his jaw, fingers long enough to stretch down to his neck and Sirius would know his throat was going to get bruised. He’d get a light slap to the face. His jaw worked open, his hair gripped and bunched at the root. Fingers shoved and fucked into his mouth, dragged along his tongue until he’s spluttering and his eyes are burning. And he’s so dazed he doesn’t know the fingers are being replaced with Remus’ cock until he feels the stretch and that blunt, familiar weight trying to work it’s way into his throat. It’s a dangerous game for Sirius, but one he’s willing to take a hit for.

#ask #ns

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poppyseed1031 · 11 months

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Call For Attention

Jake Sully x Fem reader

"phone" sex ( the throat coms lol) Smut, slight degradation, Tinnnny bit of edging if you squint a bit lol

I sat curled up in the plush mountain of woven and animal pelt blankets that covered the large sleeping mat in my mate and I's shared hut, weaving him a new arm band, when the dimming light casting over the floor and my working hands pulled away my attention. A frown etched on my face as I looked up and saw that eclipse had come and Jake, my mate, was still not home from yet another war party meeting. I tossed the weaving to the side and plopped back on the mat with an annoyed huff as my eyes roamed our home. It was full of us, of him. Pictures of us together that we took with the strange sky people contraption that Jake called a "camera" were hung everywhere, our song cords were hanging together from a notched shelf he had built when we first mated. His dinner that I had prepared was still sitting at the table he carved, untouched as usual. Since the Sky people had returned he was drowned in duties, planning raids and war parties, protecting the people and keeping the clan hidden from the demons invading our land. I know he had the world on his shoulders, but it had been so long. So long since he had been around for a meal, or a date night, or any kind of time spent together as mates, let alone any kind of physical attention. As much as I tried to stay awake most nights, I always fell under the spell of sleep before he made his way home. The physical and emotional neglect was really starting to get to me, and I know its selfish, but I just can't help it when I have been denied of the person I love for so long. I trailed my hands over the throat com he had given my for emergencies, and decided to do something about being lonely as I pushed down on the button.

"Jake?" I asked tentatively.

"Babe? You okay?" His answer was immediate, and hushed, so he must still be in the meeting. Just the sound of his rough voice sent warmth pooling in my core.

"No I'm not okay." I breathed, slowly snaking my hand down my stomach and under my loincloth,

'What is it? What's wrong?!" He whispered, now in a slight panic.

"I miss you." I mumbled as I slid my fingers through my folds, collecting my slick on my fingers;

He let out a gruff sigh on the other end, "That is not an emergency Y/N." His voice was firm, edged in irritation that made me bare my teeth slightly, how dare he be irritated with me?

"It is when you haven't touched me in weeks and I'm forced to do it myself." I moaned, making sure to be extra loud, as I slid two fingers inside myself. There was silence for a few minutes, and then static crackled followed by a low growl;

"Oh I see. Is my girl feeling neglected? Such a dirty little slut you have to touch yourself to my voice while I'm in a meeting?" I whimpered at his words, my fingers barely grazing over my sweet spot as I curled them, they weren't nearly as long and pleasurable as Jake's, but they would have to do.

"Yes, I-I need you, my Jake." I whined in frustration, thrusting into myself harder, I could feel my slick starting to drip out of my pussy and down my thighs as I pictured him on top of me, imagining it was his cock slamming inside of me instead.

"Fuck, just your noises are making me hard. I had to step out so I wouldn't get caught, you dirty little minx." His growl was edged with desire now and the sound made my toes curl,

"good, good, need to cum, please." Keeping my free fingers pressed onto the button on the com was getting slightly difficult, my hands and legs shaking from the impending orgasms building inside me, a coil starting to tighten.

"Fuck. I can hear how wet you are." he huffed; all I could respond with was a series of pathetic whimpers as squelching sounds from my pulsing cunt filled the space of the hut.

"Making me touch myself like a horny teen baby. Fuck. Move to your clit, you little fucking slut." I followed his orders immediately and slid my fingers out of my aching whole that was begging to be filled, hissing at the loss, and slid them up to the little bundle of nerves, applying pressure and drawing tight circles that head my back arching.

"J-jake, So clo-close." I babbled, picking up the speed on my clit as my orgasm raced to a peak. I heard a few deep grunts from him before he answered in a breathy rumble.

"Jake? Oh sweet thing, is that what you're supposed to call me? You better behave, and ask permission before you cum. Or I'll have to punish you when I get home." I keened at his words as tears blurred the corner of my vision,

"Please! Pl-p-please Sir, can I cum?" I begged, clenching around nothing as I desperately tried to keep my orgasm at bay. All he did was let out a rough chuckle, not giving me an answer.

"Sir, please I'll be so good, such a good girl for you, need to cum, can't hold it, please!" I babbled as I rubbed rapid circles on my clit with two fingers, teetering right one the edge,

"There's my good girl. Cum for me, pretty." He cooed, sending me spiraling. I chocked on a moan, my back arching and legs tensing as they clamped around my hand as an intense high washed over me, my other hand falling from the comm button and gripping the blankets on the sleeping mat.

"No> Finger on button now. Let me here." He hissed and I frantically reached up and pressed it again, chanting his name over and over until the last waves of my climax washed through me.

I tilted my head back, panting and trying to catch my breath, letting out little moans as my heat pulsed between my legs, begging to be filled by him.

"Jake-"

"I know, I'm ending the meeting and coming home. Be spread and ready baby girl." He cut off my feeble whimper and the static on his end died down, signaling he let go of his button. I grinned to myself and nestled deeper into the comfortable mat and let my legs fall farther apart, sliding my hand back down and inserting my fingers back inside myself with a whine as I waited for my mate.

#jake sully #jake sully smut #jake sully imagine #jake sully x y/n #atwow #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar

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hugsandchaos · 7 months

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I didn’t think to post this until I ended up putting together a part 2. Based off my Prototype AU. No, I’m never going to shut up about it. Enjoy?

When J woke up to the lack of warmth she had fallen asleep with, her first reaction was to force herself awake to try to search for V, but she was on the other side of the room and saw her getting up.”Calm down, I’m right here.” She said. J glanced over at her and relaxed again.

“Oh. What are you doing up? It’s 2 in the morning.” She asked, walking over to her coworker. V pointed outside the window.”I woke up for no real reason again and was going to stop outside, but look.” She said. J listened and leaned over V’s shoulder to get a good look.

Outside, there was a worker drone wearing a black hoodie with white stripes and a dead battery symbol, and a winter hat. Her hair was purple and her hair was a shade lighter than the hair. She was clinging onto N’s back, but surprisingly, he wasn’t trying to kill her or anything. In fact, peering through the pod’s window, both J and V could’ve sworn his tail was wagging a bit.

V rolled down the windows, which let the cold air in, but also allowed her and J to understand what was going on between them.

“Give me your hat!!” The worker drone yelled through her laughter. She reached for N’s hat, but he ducked his head and moved her hand with one arm away while laughing.”I ain’t taking no crap, but I’m taking that hat! Give it to me!” She demanded. She began to wheeze with silent laughter and took a second to wipe digital tears before returning to her quest to steal their younger squad mate’s hat.”Give it to me... Aahahahahaha!”

“Get off of meheehee! Yohou’re not getting myhyhy hat!” N cackled. He hunched over and held onto his hat with both hands, causing the worker drone to loose her balance and fall over onto her back in the snow. Her expression suddenly changed to a more panicked one. It was all clearly still playful as she kept smiling and laughing as he immediately took his chance and reached for her.”WAIT!!! Wait a second, N, we can talk about thihihihiis!!!” She said.

She threw her head back in laughter as N tickled her. At least, that’s what they assumed he was doing based off the way the worker drone began laughing harder and moved around in attempts to escape his grasp.“Sorry, Uzi, but you tried to steal my hat!” He said.

(Part 2, takes place the next night)

Khan checked his internal clock as he walked towards the city. It was 11:23 PM, which meant two things. One, that the murder drones were most likely asleep since they were diurnal. Two, that Uzi had been gone for two hours now. He had trust in her that she could handle herself, but the last text from her was 57 minutes ago and she said “Hang on, I have to take care of something”. That was really concerning, but he got the message that she needed silence from her phone, so he didn’t ask anything until 33 minutes later, when he asked if she was okay and to please confirm that she was alive. Khan didn’t want to doubt his daughter’s ability to handle herself, but his concern had gotten the better of him and he went outside to look for her.

He looked around to check for signs of trouble, but he didn’t see anything and continued. He continued to walk around, but that walk soon turned into a run fueled by the fear of loosing his daughter — his only child. He was careful to avoid patches of ice if he spotted it and kept looking around the surrounding buildings, just incase there was a murder drone awake and hunting. Khan checked his phone just incase he had received a message without noticing the buzz, but he didn’t see anything from Uzi. When he put it back in his pocket and looked up, his mind went blank.

There was a murder drone up ahead.

It didn’t have the famous X mark on its screen, but the five glowing semispheres on its head were practically burned into his memory, and on a clear night such as this, it wasn’t hard to spot its tail. Khan felt as if everything crumbled as the possibility of his fighter being killed by one of those things was confirmed. Khan didn’t see any oil, nor did he recognize this specific murder drone, but its coat was dark enough that he wouldn’t notice any oil stains until it was close enough, and it was getting really close. It was running towards him, laughing and looking excited. Khan didn’t know why he did considering that if his daughter was really gone, he wouldn’t be sure of what exactly he’d be living for, but he turned around and began running.

The murder drone was faster, though. He quickly caught up with him and grabbed him by the shoulders, pushing them slightly together so he could pick him up off the ground. Khan shut his eyes tight and braced himself for whatever attack was undoubtedly going to come. It was over for him. He was going to be stabbed with either a sword of that nasty nanite acid, or torn limb from limb, or eaten alive, or shot, or maybe his head would be sliced off if he was lucky enough to have a quick, painless death. All of these possibilities rushed through Khan’s head, but none of them came true. Instead, he felt himself being spun around and held forward like a doll. He opened his eyes as he heard the voice of a young man, probably around 18, speak up from behind.

“Ha! Can’t get me now!” The murder drone said playfully. Khan was hit with a sense of confusion, not just fear. Until he saw Uzi slow to a stop in front of them with a glare, but she wasn’t glaring at her dad. She was glaring at the murder drone holding him. She panted and tried to catch her breath, like she had been running for quite some time.

A wave of relief crashed over him. His daughter was alive! Wait, had Uzi been chasing the murder drone?

Khan was trying to wrap his head around what had just happened, around the fact that he was being used as a shield against his own daughter, so he wasn’t able to organize a single sentence before Uzi spoke up. She took a couple steps back and crossed her arms.”Fine.” She said. The murder drone set him down on the ground and stepped next to him with a smile.”Sorry if I scared you.” He said, putting a hand on Khan’s shoulder as if to try to help him calm down.

“I lied!!” Uzi shouted.

She suddenly tackled the murder drone and knocked him over onto the ground, which oddly made him yelp and cackle. He quickly pushed her off and went to get up, but as he did, Uzi lunged for him again and wrapped her arms and legs around his waist and shoulders. She reached an arm up and tried to grab his hat.”Give it!!” She said, giggling like a maniac. The murder drone laughed and tried jumping to shake her off while using one hand to hold onto his hat, but Uzi kept her grip and her giggling grew louder as the stinger tail moved side to side rapidly, as if it was wagging. Khan had no idea about what was actually happening, but very surprisingly, his daughter didn’t seem to be in any real danger. She was the one chasing the murder drone just a few seconds ago, and now she was trying to stay on his back while he shook himself and jumped around, both of them laughing. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that they were playing a game of Keep Away.

The murder drone swiftly swung one of his legs and began letting himself fall onto his back, which made Uzi scream as he fell on top of her. Khan was seconds away from stepping in, but then the murder drone burst out into laughter and rolled onto his belly while Uzi stayed on his back.”Hehehey! Not fahahaihihir!” He cackled, his tail wagging even more. Uzi kept her arms and legs wrapped around him as he tried to stand up and wrap his arms around himself. It took Khan a moment to realize that Uzi was tickling him, which was actually a pretty smart move seeing how the apparent weakness the murder drone had was pretty exposed to her.”Life isn’t fair, N! Now give me want I want!” Uzi said.

Khan couldn’t help but smile a bit. It was really nice seeing Uzi finally playing with someone, even though that someone was a murder drone. He’d have to talk with her when they’re done.

“Nohohoho! I wohoho- WAHAHAHAHAIT!!!” The murder drone, or N as Uzi called him, laughed even harder when Uzi lowered her hands to his sides from beneath his arms. He fell back down laughing, this time onto one of his sides and probably crushing Uzi’s arm, and kicked his legs wildly.”OKAHAHAY!!! YOHOHOHOU WIHIHIHIN!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” He cackled. Uzi stopped to let him breathe and wriggled her arm out from underneath him. N went limp and his tail slowed to a much smaller wag as Uzi took his hat and put it on top of her own. She crouched down in front of his face and smirked.”I had fun.” She said smugly. N reached a hand up and poked her where her nose would be if she was a human.”Cheater.” He accused her between heavy breaths.

“You can’t cheat at a game without rules.” Uzi argued. Khan pushed the smile away and put on a stern look before clearing his throat. Both heads looked over at him in surprise and N’s tail shot up straight, kind of like an exclamation mark.“Oh, right, I forgot you were still there.” Uzi said, her tone giving away the feeling of being in trouble she was most likely experiencing. Khan crossed his arms as they both stood up.“You have a lot of explaining to do.” He said.

His daughter groaned.“Yeah, I know.” She said. N leaned down a bit towards Uzi.“Can we play another round when you’re done?” He asked. Uzi turned to him an raised an eyebrow.“Is that a serious question? Hell yeah. And who’s this “you” business? You’re staying right here.” She replied. N gave her an uneasy look and a thumbs up.

#au #murder drones #murder drones n #murder drones uzi #murder drones fanfic #murder drones v #murder drons j #murder drones khan #prototype AU #murder drones prototype AU #murder drones tickles

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minnielynwrites · 9 months

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Pearl Tree

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin/Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2391

Summary: You and Hyunjin had been best friends forever. You could deal with little pangs of jealousy when he paid attention to other people. So why did it bother you so much at his gallery opening?

Underneath the pearl tree, things begin to change forever.

Cross-posted on ao3 as old_enough_to_know_better

You sighed as you set down the last frame. Pushing your hair out of your face, you looked around yourself. The work definitely still wasn’t over, but at least you had everything inside. Frames were stacked against walls, side tables haphazardly placed, even a couch or two had been dragged in. You decided to wait for your best friend to get back with the coffees before putting everything in its final positions. This was, after all, his gallery.

Hyunjin found you sprawled on one of the couches when he finally returned, two enormous caffeinated beverages in his hands. He set them down on the counter by the front entrance, resting one hand on his hip. “Hey! I thought I told you we would do the rest together!”

You shrugged. “It’s not like they were heavy.” You made grabby hands at the drinks. “Please!”

He rolled his eyes, giving in to a smile. He handed over your coffee, then looked around the room. “It’s gonna look amazing once my paintings are up.”

You smiled softly at his back. “Your paintings would make anywhere look amazing.” He turned to flash you a dazzling smile, and you were once again blown away by his dashing good looks.

“This is why I keep you around. You’re the best hype girl.” Another crack to your heart. Every time he reminded you that you were only friends, it hurt just a little more. But that’s what you were. Just friends. Even though he was the most attractive person you had ever seen. And talented. And you had so many of the same hobbies and interests. And even his dog liked you. But nope. Friends. And that was okay. You were over your little crush. Mostly.

But as he was helping you to hang up a particularly tall portrait, you couldn’t help but think you felt his heart racing as he pressed against your back.

His gallery opened exactly one week later. The city had been buzzing about “local artist Hwang Hyunjin” for months now, so it was packed inside the gallery. He had hired an assistant to help with sales, and tonight was the first time you had met her. Damn it, she was cute. Real sexy librarian type, messy French updo, glasses, and a pencil skirt. You bet she knew way more about contemporary art than you did.

You found the nearest bar cart and helped yourself to the champagne. You heard Hyunjin’s laugh change from his polite one to his real one. Looking up, you saw him talking to his assistant. You downed the champagne and grabbed another.

As the night wound down, you found your mood growing worse and worse. You knew that this was a happy night for Hyunjin, and you didn’t want to sour it with your pettiness, so you decided to take a quick walk to clear your head. As you left the building, you looked for your best friend one more time. You caught his eye briefly, then slipped out the door.

The night was chilly, and you were glad you had thought to bring a blazer. You draped it over your shoulders, but didn’t put your arms through the sleeves as you walked. Just down the street from the gallery, down a path from the road, you found a public garden. In the center of the garden, a beautiful tree was lit with strings of dangling lights. Not Christmas lights, these looked like illuminated strands of pearls, lighting the benches beneath the tree in a soft glow.

You sat on one of the benches, needing the solitude to clear your mind. You couldn’t have been there more than five minutes when the crunch of a shoe on gravel caught your attention. You saw the outline of a lean figure approach from the shadows. You hugged your arms tightly around yourself until the person stepped forward under the tree. Hyunjin’s worried eyes met your slightly panicked ones.

“Why did you leave?” He asked. He kept walking forward until he was in front of you.

“I just needed some air.” You explained vaguely. He shifted his weight, unconvinced. “I was bored?” Hyunjin crossed his arms. “Fine. You didn’t need me there.” You looked away as you admitted that.

Hyunjin dropped his arms, crouching before you. You looked at him, and he was already staring at you. “I always need you. You know that.” You blinked. You almost believed him.

“Sure.” You nodded. “I know.” You moved to stand up, but he grabbed your hand.

“I don’t think you do.”

“Hyunjin, what-?”

He stood up to his full height, forcing you to look up to see his eyes. His dark hair was haloed around his face, the front strands held back by a satin ribbon, the rest just brushing his shoulders. He looked like an angel. Your heart hurt.

He held your shoulders in his large hands and just looked at you for a moment. “Were you jealous?” He finally asked with a small smile.

You attempted to shake off his hands. “That’s absolutely absurd.”

He had the nerve to chuckle. “You were jealous because other people had my attention.” He leaned his face close to yours. “Don’t worry, dove. I think it’s cute.” He booped the tip of your nose with his finger while his eyes crinkled in an especially charming way.

“Jinnie, don’t play games with me.” You scolded. “I’m not jeal-”

“I was.” He interrupted. At your wide-eyed look, he continued. “I was jealous of everyone who looked your way. Of everyone who got to talk to you tonight. Do you even know how good you look?”

You looked away, down at the ground.

“No, of course you don’t. Come back. Sonia was just about to start getting everyone to leave. There’s something I want to show you.”

He held out his hand for you, and hesitantly you took it. As promised, when you got back to the gallery, his assistant was waving goodbye to the last guests of the night. “Have a good night, Mr. Hwang!” She cheerily said as she passed the two of you in the entryway. “I’ll email you the sales results in the morning.” Hyunjin waved her out as he pulled you deeper into the room. Tossing his coat onto one of the side tables, Hyunjin led you to a set-in enclave that had a divider in front of it.

He looked at you before moving the divider. You held your breath. Behind it was one large frame covered by a cloth. You wondered why this one hadn’t been displayed. “I can’t sell this one.” He explained. “It’s too important to me.” He searched your eyes for a moment before turning back to the painting. With a swift tug, the cloth fell away.

Stroke by painstaking stroke, you looked at yourself painted on the canvas. You barely recognized yourself, yet somehow, you knew it was you. You looked from the artwork to the artist, and realized he was anticipating your response. “Its–it’s gorgeous, Jinnie, but why? Why me?”

“You’re my muse, dove. The reason I create. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but I wanted to be successful first. Well, I finally am.” You noticed he looked slightly nervous, picking at his cuticles.

“Jin. You, you like me? But, you could have anyone. You’re amazing. You’re perfect. You’re seriously the most attractive person on the mmpffh. ” He shut you up by leaning down quickly to capture your lips mid rant. You froze for a second, but soon relaxed against his petal soft lips. He was gentle, but firm. You caved at the pressure, allowing him to take control. When you parted, you stared at each other, chests heaving. No words were spoken.

At the same time, like a spell being broken, you both began tearing at the other’s clothes. He pushed your blazer to the ground as you fumbled with his shirt buttons. You undid his belt as he wrapped his long arms around you to unzip your dress. You both laughed as you lost your balance stepping out of your clothes. When you were in just your underwear, he guided you over to the same couch you had relaxed on just a week prior, kissing you the entire way. Pushing you down onto the couch, Hyunjin remained standing.

“God, dove, you are a work of art. I’ve wanted this since we met.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” You pouted.

He caressed the side of your face. “I knew it wasn’t going to be a hit it and quit it. I needed to wait it out.”

You took a deep breath. “I want this. I want whatever you’ll give me. For as long as you’ll give it to me.”

That seemed to be all he needed as he nudged his way to standing between your legs. He stood over you, reaching down and running the tips of his fingers along your chest and arms. Occasionally, he would dip below the cups of your bra, causing you to shiver. Each time, he smirked. “Do you want more?”

“Yes.” You murmured.

“I didn’t catch that.”

“Yes!” You gasped out louder.

“Good girl.” Bending over, he took the weight of your breasts in his hands. He squeezed gently, as if testing them. He grinned, leaning in to kiss the side of your neck, at the same time unhooking your bra behind your back. It came undone in one smooth motion. He guided you to lay sideways on the couch, positioning himself over you. Your bra was flung onto the floor to be dealt with later.

Hyunjin slowly ground his hips down against you, and you could feel how much he wanted you. He was rock hard, pressing up against your thigh. He reached down, pulling his underwear over the curve of his ass, letting his cock spring free. It bounced and hit you in the leg. You didn’t think you had ever found anything more arousing. He sat back on his heels, tugging down your panties as he went. You shimmied to help him as they went down.

When you were both naked, you really took a look at him. He was stunning. Long and lean, arms strong, tummy toned, legs wiry with muscle. And his cock, oh that was the crown jewel. It was tall, like him, but unlike him, was not thin. He was thick, veiny, and slightly curved, weighing heavy between his legs. From thin air, Hyunjin produced a condom and began rolling it on.

Once he was finished, he returned his attention to your breasts, rolling each nipple in turn until you were squirming. One hand stayed firmly pressed against your lower stomach, just above your clit, as he massaged your tits with the other. You weren’t sure what to do with your hands. They didn’t reach him, so you held onto the armrest of the couch until he finally moved his lower hand and rubbed against your most sensitive nub.

“Holy shit!” You cried out, wrapping your legs around his waist. He grinned as he flicked at it with his finger. His artist’s dexterity really came into play, as he worked you in ways you had never experienced. He brought you right to the edge of your release, then pulled back, watching your face twist in frustration as your climax retreated. The next moment, his hand was back, dragging you over the cliff, taking you completely by surprise. You cried out, unable to keep quiet.

As Hyunjin carried you through your orgasm, his cock never wavered. When your heart and breathing had settled some, he was there, and prompted, “My sweet dove, can you take more?”

“Yes, please.” You nearly begged. “Fuck me, Hyunjin. I need you.”

He slid inside of you, seating himself to the hilt in a single stroke, aided by the wetness of your release. You gasped, unable to recall having been so full. He gave you a few seconds to adjust before beginning to move. His hips rolled smoothly as he built up a rhythm designed to drive you wild. Your hand flew to his hair, gripping at the strands. Without ever pausing his hips, he reached up to grab your hand, then pinned it down over your head.

“Not unless you want this to be over.” Hyunjin growled. He thrust into you a little bit harder to make his point.

You nodded, and he hiked your legs up higher, changing the angle he was hitting you at. You threw your head back, and he licked his way up the side of your neck, kissing and suckling beneath your ear. You lightly dragged your nails across his back, and you felt him tense. His rhythm shifted, his strokes shorter, harder, but every inch just what you needed. Again, you began to approach your release. Hyunjin seemed to realize this, and fucked you harder, using his hips in ways you had never seen before.

As you teetered on the edge, you forgot what he had told you, and grounded yourself with your hands in his hair. The silky strands slipped free from the ribbon, falling in front of his face. As he kept driving into you, you pulled on his hair. He groaned loudly, pounding into you, grinding his hips with every thrust. You were thrown over, free falling, weightless. Stars flew in your vision. Your body milked Hyunjin dry as you relaxed your hold on his hair.

He pressed soft kisses to your cheek as you came back down to earth. “You were so good, dove. So good.” He gently pulled out of you and padded away, nude, only to come back a moment later with a soft cloth dampened with warm water. He wiped down the insides of your legs, pressing kisses where he cleaned. The cracks in your heart felt a little less painful.

The two of you redressed in comfortable silence. When you were finished, you took another look at the portrait of yourself that had shocked you earlier. “Does this one have a name?”

“Hmm? Oh, no, nothing felt right.”

You faked a moment in thought before turning to him. “How about ‘My Girlfriend’ ?”

Hyunjin looked confused for a second, then his face lit up. He rushed to you and swept you in his arms. “I think that sounds perfect.”

#skz #skz smut #skz x reader #stray kids #hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #alternate universe #art gallery #fan fiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

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kjhbsies · 2 months

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Preview: The Disaster Zone

Roomate!Abby Anderson x reader

Synopsis: Living with the hottest girl wasn't that bad, right? Except that she was completely straight and has a boyfriend you hate.

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“Hello?” Abby’s voice came through the other line, her voice was deep and businesslike.

“Hey, uh, I saw your ad for the apartment,” You replied while nibbling through your fingertips.

“Oh, great. Are you interested in visiting it?” She asked, her tone was still cool and detached.

“Yes, please, I need it so bad.” You bit your lips while nervousness came through.

“Alright. Let’s set up a time, then. Are you free this afternoon?”

“Yes.”

“Great. I’ll send you the address.” She said before hanging up quickly.

But no, you promised yourself that this was the last time you’d reject a place because of a bad roommate. So you don’t have a choice but to go.

“Thanks for coming. I apologize for my appearance — I just got off the gym.” She says in a neutral voice, opening the door wide open. “Come on in.”

“It’s fine.” You said before stepping inside.

“So what do you think?” She looked back at you suddenly, making you snap out of a trance.

“Oh! Uh, yeah, I like it.” You shot her a smile. “This was much better than all of the places I’ve checked.”

Abby nodded, taking your answer without further comment or questions. I looked away, feeling nervous at the closeness between you two. With the whole three hours of you and her in just an enclosed space, Abby did not look at you. Something about your presence makes her uncomfortable and she did not know what that is.

“Damn it,” Abby looked away and cursed under her breath.

You snapped your neck to stare at her. “What was that?” You asked.

“Nothing. It seems like you are interested. Are you open to discussing the other details?” She said, gesturing at the couch.

And just like that, the deal was done.

And oh, that was one month ago.

You and Abby are still living with each other. But all of your admiration for her was over.

She has a whole-ass boyfriend.

And she’s straight as hell.

Now, you hate each other to the core.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby angst

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kingstrawberry · 10 months

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surprises and stuffed animals

Tsukishima has his phone lodged between his shoulder and his ear, with a laptop perched in front of him. The final purchase for his- their new apartment, a coffee table that doesn't look like it would collapse under its own weight, is a surprise for Tobio.

"Don't you think a glass table would break?" Yamaguchi's staticky voice comes through the line.

"He's not that clumsy."

"But you are."

Tsukishima sighs, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. Yamaguchi's right. "I kind of hate you."

"Love you too," Yamaguchi deadpans.

There's a knock on the door. "It's open."

"My hands are full."

Tsukishima smiles as he stands up. "So you /did/ get the cake I asked for," he says just before he opens the door.

"You're lucky it was on the way back," Yamaguchi answers, handing Tsukishima a plastic bag and hanging up the phone. "All this just to pick out a table?" he asks as he opens the takeout.

Tsukishima nods. "It's a very important decision. I need moral support, and onigiri." He turns the laptop to face Yamaguchi. "Now help me out."

"You should get this," Yamaguchi says a few moments later, after some scrolling and clicking around.

Tsukishima goes to look over his best friend's shoulder. "That's not a table."

"I know," Yamaguchi answers quickly, smile clear in his voice, "But Tobio-kun would love it, wouldn't he?"

Tsukishima pauses at that. Yamaguchi's not wrong.

It takes a couple of minutes of thought, the silence only broken by their eating and drinking, before Tsukishima grumbles "And people think you're the more responsible one out of the two of us."

"Well, I'm not buying it," Yamaguchi answers, grinning as Tsukishima adds it to the cart.

"Now pick a damn table."

"Oh, I already did." Yamaguchi navigates to another tab. "This one's perfect."

Tsukishima scowls, face lit up by the screen. "You did this on purpose."

Yamaguchi smiles gently, the picture of innocence. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Still frowning, Tsukishima considers the table Yamaguchi picked. "It's ugly."

"Uglier than the one you have?"

"No, but that's not a high bar."

—

They end up settling on a simple round wooden table with black metal legs, sleek enough that Tsukishima thinks it looks good (after some convincing from Yamaguchi), and sturdy enough that Kageyama won't be able to protest the new furniture.

Tsukishima's initial plan was to build the table with help from Yachi and Yamaguchi, as a surprise before Tobio gets back from Italy, but shipping seems to have different ideas.

So the day after Kageyama's return, a box shows up at their doorstep. Two boxes, actually.

Kageyama's just stepped out of the shower when he sees Tsukishima opening them. Before he can even ask, Tsukishima's smiling at him.

"You're gonna love this."

He leans over the closer box. "Bars?" he asks, looking down at what he eventually realizes are table legs.

Tsukishima rolls his eyes. "Not that, this."

Kageyama looks back up and sees a plushie shark where his boyfriend should be. He immediately takes it and clutches it to his chest.

Tsukishima beams at him. He takes a few seconds to just watch Kageyama snuggle the plush before looking back into the other box. "Help me with this?"

Kageyama nods, gently putting his new friend on the couch before quickly taking parts out of the box. There's more screws than he expected. "What is this?"

Too focused on removing the tabletop to speak, Tsukishima taps the instructions on the floor with his foot.

Picking them up, Kageyama's brow furrows. "We don't even need a new table," he mumbles, though he grabs the other side of the tabletop and helps Tsukishima lean it against the wall.

—

A week later, Kageyama opens the door to a delivery person asking for his signature. "Tsukishima?"

Kageyama nods.

"Sign here please," she says as she hands him a clipboard.

He steps back to open the door for her, signing the paper before taking one end of the large flat box as she takes the other. It's a quick process, with Tsukishima only coming out of their room when its done.

"What else did you get?" Kageyama asks.

"Remember how I was getting furniture?"

"The table, yea."

Tsukishima smiles sheepishly, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought we could use some bookshelves in the living room."

Kageyama shrugs, glancing at the shark plush that now occupies the middle of their couch. "Alright, when are we building it then?"

—— EXTRA

"We wouldn't need a new table if /someone/ hadn't decided to sleep on it instead of the couch."

"I didn't think it would fold like that!"

#haikyuu!!#Tsukikage #kagetsuki #kageyama #kageyama tobio #Tsukishima #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi #yamaguchi tadashi #ikea #ikea shark #furniture

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Nancy’s Wedding | Steve Harrington x Reader (ch.2)

Series Masterlist

Chapter One – Chapter Three.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader.

Word count: 4612

Nancy's Wedding | Chapter Two.

Steve and Robin's apartment wasn't what Y/N expected. It wasn't much bigger than the one she shared, but it seemed bigger. It had very little furniture, all well placed and with a purpose, everything was clean and spotless. Their bedroom doors were open when they invited her in, and that's why she got a glimpse of their insides. Robin's had its walls filled with different posters, she had a chair with a bunch of clothes piled up on it, and the sheets on her bed were undone; it was as chaotic as her. Steve's, on the other hand, didn't have any decorations on its walls, the bed was perfectly made and the untidiest spot in the place was a little pile of papers on top of his desk. Y/N would have never marked Steve down as a neat guy, but now that she saw it she thought it made sense because he also took very special care of his car.

Robin closed both doors in a quick movement as she kept talking about the building and neighborhood in a rant nobody was paying attention to. Steve took Y/N's coat from her to hang it next to his and picked Robin's from the back of the couch as a habit. Their dynamic was very interesting. As Robin kept buzzing around, offering things, and having ideas, Steve just gestured in silence for Y/N to take a seat and handed her a soda from the kitchen before taking a seat next to her on the couch. Running out of energy, Robin sat on the floor facing the other two.

"Why am I here, Robin?" Y/N cut the other woman before she could start rambling again.

"We need a story and we need for you two to actually know each other in case the others ask something."

"You've seen too many movies," the man sighed, relaxing in his seat with boredom. He was trying to hide his anxiousness, and if Y/N hadn't been paying attention she would've been fooled.

"What kind of story?"

"Well, how did you two meet, for starters."

"Lies will only mess things up. I think the truth a little spiced up is good enough. We met at work when you two came in looking for a job."

Turning towards her, Steve was now visibly paying attention. "And when did we start dating?"

"When was the last time you complained about being single with one of your hometown friends?"

"New year's eve. I think… Yeah, I told Dustin I was upset I didn't have a date to kiss at midnight."

"Nothing after that? Not even for Valentine's day?"

"Nope. I haven't complained to them."

"Lucky them," Robin mumbled under her breath. Steve shot her a killing stare.

"Fine, then we started dating by the end of January. That explained that you haven't complained about being single anymore and the fact that you're willing to take me to a wedding as a formal introduction."

They spent hours talking. Robin threw a few questions at them at the beginning so they started to know each other properly, but she soon became a mere spectator, drifting her eyes from one to the other, pleased with what she'd accomplished. Y/N and Steve talked about their childhoods and their time in high school, their relationship with their parents, and the circumstances that brought them to be in Chicago working at The Silver. It seemed quite superficial, nonetheless. With the heavy talk going away, they discussed movies, TV shows, and music. As might be expected, Steve Harrington was a Top Gun and Lethal Weapon fan, he'd seen every Tom Cruise movie to date too. She was nerdier, she loved science fiction and the kind of adventures that mixed history with myth, like Indiana Jones, for example. A point they had in common was their passion for Steven Spielberg's work. Steve seemed reluctant to admit that he cried with E.T. but Y/N knew just how to press the right buttons to have him confess.

Steve was a huge fan of Magnum P.I. while Y/N was more of The A-Team. They spent forty minutes just arguing about the plot of both shows, counting the pros and cons for each one.

"Okay, fine. Forget about action shows. Golden Girls. That's the best show in the history of television," she stated.

"I haven't seen it."

"Don't lie, Steve! He loves it," Robin made her small intervention.

"Betty White is a treasure. You should be ashamed of not admitting her amazing acting abilities, Harrington."

In their praising of actresses, they ended up confessing how much they both loved Murder She Wrote. When Y/N mentioned the X-Files, Steve started complaining about he knew everything about the show just because his best friend, Dustin Henderson, kept calling him and writing him just to talk about the latest episode that aired. It was so fun to see him all fed up with his friend; Steve talked with the affection of a brother, always complaining about the behavior of his young sibling, but loving him anyway.

With music, Steve was open to new things and wasn't as judgy as Y/N expected; he even liked songs from bands that he didn't enjoy fully and she could understand his position. It was easier to just like songs than bands. Still, he was more of an eighties rock type of guy. He liked Queen, Bowie, Tears for Fears, Bon Jovi, Bruce Springsteen, Journey, and The Police mostly, he also knew every Madonna song thanks to Robin's obsession. Y/N also liked some of Steve's favorite bands and that was something they started talking about how sad they were when Steve Perry left Journey in 1987. His voice always fits perfectly with the band! She also liked The Offspring, Metallica, Dio, AC/DC, and as for guilty pleasure: A-Ha. A very intense mix of music tastes.

It wasn't intentional, but the moment she mentioned her music preference, Steve and Robin shared a sad look. They recovered soon and pretended it hadn't been there, so she just ignored it. She decided that her music taste must've remembered them about someone from their past, maybe someone who wasn't there anymore, and she didn't want to push it.

"Are we expected to dance at the wedding, Harrington?" She tried to break the layer of ice that was building between them.

"Sure. I'm a pretty good dancer."

"He's not. He just loves himself too much."

"Well, I can dance even if I'm not good. A slow dance is a different topic. If you want to have a slow dance we'll have to practice or you'll end up with your feet destroyed."

"You don't know how to slow dance? What did you do at the prom dance?"

"I never went to one."

"Really?" Robin sounded shocked.

"Not even middle school."

"You most definitely need to practice," the woman sentenced.

"Cool, now I have homework," Y/N sighed. "By the way, do they know about you in Hawkins?"

Steve and Robin shared a look before staring at her like she had grown another head, "Know what?"

"That you aren't straight." To their silence, she looked up at both of them, "What?"

"How– How do you know?" Robin was very pale.

"Don't look so scared, Jesus! I don't think people at work know, I just pay attention. The moment you see a woman you like, lo ogle her just like Steve does."

"You've known since the beginning?" The other woman was having trouble processing the information. Steve had tensed when the conversation started, but the moment Y/N proved that she didn't mean any harm he had relaxed picking some chips from a bowl.

"Pretty much, yeah."

"And you still change next to me in the locker room?"

Arching an eyebrow, Y/N stared right into Robin's soul. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know." Robin, on the floor, hugged her knees against her chest hiding her face.

"To think that just a few days ago you were claiming to be too old…" Y/N came down from the couch to the floor, kneeling next to Robin she hugged her. "Come on, Buckley, you certainly didn't expect me to hunt you down, did you? We've met for three years!"

As Robin let her emotions overflow her, Steve explained that in general terms the town didn't know about Robin, but their closest friends did. Therefore, at the wedding, there would be people that know and people that don't know.

Steve offered to drive her home. They had spent a lot of time talking and planning their sham for the wedding and Steve felt the duty of compensating for her time investment somehow. However, she declined the offer as she had the feeling that it would push her luck. She'd had a great time with them and for the first time, she really thought they were just friends hanging out. She almost forgot that it was all fake.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you make it very hard for people to do good things for you, you know? Fine! I won't drive you, but I'm walking you to the subway stop."

Proving that was his final word, Steve put on his coat and got out of the apartment. Y/N followed. She wasn't accustomed to being treated kindly without a hidden aim. Spencer and Dewey and Doctor Ross were the only ones who had done it and she never knew how to respond. Steve was trying, apparently, but he also wanted her to pretend to be dating him for his ex-girlfriend's wedding so…

"Why are you doing this, Steve?"

"Doing what?"

"Offering me rides and walking me to the train station."

He gave her a weird look frowning.

"I'm just confused. In these three years, you and I hadn't really bonded. We work in silence, mostly, and when we talk we banter."

"You don't think we're friends," it was a statement more than a question, but the tone was skeptical.

"Are we? Don't get me wrong, it's just that my knowledge about friendship came from the movies."

"I got my first real best friend when I was eighteen and he was thirteen. I'm in no place to judge you, but I've been trying to befriend you. Robin too. And sometimes it looks like we're building something, then you close yourself."

"Hmm… Yeah, Denny points that out a lot. I'm sorry, I don't do it on purpose."

He dismissed her apology with a gesture, "Who's Denny?"

"My roommate."

"Since when?"

"Since the beginning. Did you think I could afford an apartment by myself?"

"No… No. It's just that you never mentioned him. That's all."

"Her."

"What?"

"Denny as in short for Denise. She works at a record store. We barely see each other. Best roommate ever."

"You're weird."

"Still you don't say it as if it's a bad thing, you say it as a compliment."

"Because it is one."

"Liar."

She pushed him with her body. Laughing, he pushed her back softly. After a beat of silence, Steve complained about the weather and their conversation became empty of depth but full of intentions. They were building something, and now she knew it was meant to be built. Steve waited until she used the subway token to get inside the platform, and although she couldn't see him, he waited until the train arrived.

The band was still giving it all on stage, some punk rock from the new era with a woman with her short white-blond hair in spikes as the frontwoman. It was good, and Y/N bounced her head to the rhythm as she dried the last glass in her hands.

It was busy at The Silver when the most regular customer of all walked his way to his favorite stool with a friend right behind him. They had to push and fight their way between already drunk people, they even had to make people who were already on the stools.

"You're here early, Doctor Ross," she smiled politely.

"I'm treating a friend here. Mark, this is my guardian angel, Y/N."

"We've met before. How's your wrist?" Doctor Greene offered his hand, so Y/N gave him hers and he moved it, flexing it. "Healed well."

"I certainly hope so. What can I offer you, doctors?"

"I want a Flowery Miracle. Mark would take a Silver Sin." Ross' smile showed mischief.

"What the hell is a Silver Sin?"

"One of our best cocktails, Doctor Greene. Kind of sweet," she explained as she started to mix their drinks. "How's Carol doing?"

"She's at home now. Don't know much more. Hey, did I tell you about our new med students?" His change of topic was revealing.

Greene locked eyes with her and shook his head. As far as she knew, he was Ross' best friend and had the patience of a saint, as Ross had told her.

"What about the students?"

"They're third-year students and they think they know it all, but there's this particular student that's driving us crazy."

"He's not that bad. He has potential."

"Has he?" She half listened, still working on their drinks.

"Well, he's Benton's student. He wants to be a surgeon, you see, and for doing that he must be soulless."

"You just want him on your ER team, Mark."

"He's good with patients. He still has a lot to learn but he has potential."

"He's also cute. Thank you," Ross smiled when she gave him a long glass with a neon yellow drink and a straw.

"Oh, yeah. Very cute." Greene nodded to her, eying weirdly the grayish, sparkling drink in his voluptuous glass. "John Carter is the new toy for the nurses. Until now Dough was the most handsome doctor at the ER. Although I disagreed on the matter. Now is Carter."

"How cute is he?"

"I think you would like him. He's cute and he knows it. Carter always looks up; he lowers his head so he can look up through his eyelashes with his brown puppy eyes. He even wears suspenders!" Ross complained.

"Oh! Oh, this is good. Very good." Greene complimented the drink.

As she moved to serve other customers she found Steve looking at her; she winked at him. The night ran before them, Ross asked for some scotch for him after his cocktail but pushed Greene to try a different one. She overheard parts of their conversations and they asked her opinion on stupid subjects as the alcohol was working its magic. Mark Greene was leaning his head on the counter, his hands playing with a straw as he mumbled about how his wife kept pushing on the matter of him changing the ER for private practice. Ross wasn't even listening to him now, looking at a woman on the other side of the counter that wasn't paying attention to him.

"Should I call you a cab, Doctor Ross?"

The older man blinked several times in an effort to focus his eyesight, he smiled on a thin line deepening his chin against his neck. "Yeah. Yeah… That'll be good, kid."

"Same taxi for both of you?"

"Sure. I have to take care of this big baby over here."

"No. No. I have– I have to go home. Jen– Jen's going to be pissed. I– I'm really drunk." He laughed so hard he fell from his stool. Ross tried to help him up, falling too.

"Don't be ridiculous. She went to her parents' house, remember? With Rachel, for the weekend."

"Oh… Oh! That's true! That's so very true! You're a terrible friend. You got me drunk!!"

"Only a little bit."

The rest of the night went by with its usual flow. A couple of drunk boys tried to have her number, although they were too drunk to see her clearly. A group of secretaries that had Sunday free approached Steve after having ogled him for hours from one of the booths; he talked politely to them, showing his charm without really flirting.

The clock struck six o'clock and the place was empty. The waiters were already mopping the dancing floor and Steve and Y/N were finishing the bar. Robin got out of the kitchen dragging her feet as if they weighed a few tons each.

"I. Am. Exhausted." She groaned.

"You look like shit." To Steve's statement, Robin flipped him the bird. He returned the gesture with a smile.

"We still have half an hour to close up. What's wrong with you, people?"

"Mickey, we might start to think of closing sooner."

"Listen to him," Y/N claimed, pointing at Dewey. Spencer gave her a stern look. "Sorry, Mr. Spencer."

"Why do you just call us mister when you want to mock us? I'm getting old with these workers, Vincent."

Y/N shared a complicit smile with Dewey.

Spencer went behind the bar counter to look for the tip jar and do the equal piles, but he was so tired that he decided he wanted a glass of water first. He took one of the recently dried squared glasses, put it under the faucet, and filled it. The moment he was about to drink, his hand shook and contracted against his will breaking the glass in his hand. As he cursed, Steve approached to help him.

"Get away!" Spencer and Dewey yelled at the same time.

Y/N gave Spencer a rag, "I'll take of this. Go clean it up."

"Be careful," the owner pleaded.

Steve didn't understand why his boss was fine accepting her help, but not his. She crouched under the counter, took out a box of latex gloves, and put on two in each hand before picking up the glasses pieces that rested on the floor and sink.

"I– What's wrong?" He looked confused at Y/N and Dewey.

She knew the answer, of course she knew, but she would never tell a secret that was not hers.

"Michael is seropositive," the old man explained. "The last tests showed up that his transmissivity of the virus had decreased, but we still need to be careful. I know this is kind of too much. There's no way you'll get infected by touching someone else's blood unless you had an open wound, but…" Shrugging, Dewey faced Steve for the first time. "Better be safe than sorry."

"I have this under control, boss, you can go with him." To Y/N's proposal, Dewey nodded and left.

She was scrubbing the blood with bleach with the same sentiment as someone who had just committed a crime and wanted to destroy the evidence. Steve waited for her to get up again before talking.

"I– I don't understand."

Taking the gloves off, she gave him a skeptical look. "They've been together since the seventies. Together, together. Spencer and Dewey. They have a business together and they share a house, not an apartment, a house. Did you really not connect the dots, Harrington?"

"In his defense, I didn't do it either," Robin confessed under her breath.

"Well, yeah. They took me in when I was homeless at seventeen. I lived at their house until I was twenty-one, really. We found out about Spencer's five years ago. If I'm telling you this is only because Dewey agreed; if you want details, ask them."

Making a beeline to the office, Y/N left Steve and Robin to their thoughts. Spencer was seated in his chair as Dewey took care of the thin cuts on his hands wondering out loud if they should go to the hospital or not. She informed them that everything was clean and that Buckley and Harrington might have questions before disappearing.

Robin and Steve were sharing a whispered conversation with the counter between them.

"Hey, Harrington! The washrooms aren't going to clean themselves. Come on, you take one and I take the other."

In less than fifteen minutes the ladies' restroom was spotless, its walls and floors so clean that they reflected the light, and the mirrors were free from finger marks, dried water spots, and lipstick. Why use lipstick on the mirror? She'll never know. The place had a particular clean smell, a mix of cleaning products and bleach. Usually, it would have taken her a little more time, now, however, she had used the spike of adrenaline that the broken glass gave her to finish the five stalls, five sinks, five mirrors, doors, walls, and floors in less time. Thank God Steve was doing the other restroom, her adrenaline spike had left her and she could barely keep her eyes open with exhaustion.

Robin had been waiting outside and gave her a tired but anxious smile.

"You done? As we have tonight and tomorrow night off, I thought that maybe we could do the slow dance thing. What do you say?"

"I say I want to go home and sleep, Buckley." She led the path towards the locker room, closely followed by Robin.

"Steve will drive you home, and he will pick you up this afternoon. Just after lunch. We can have kind of a sleepover at our place!"

"Aren't we too old for sleepovers?"

"How many sleepovers did you have as a child? See? None. I had two before meeting all the gang. You can sleep in Steve's bed, he'll sleep on the couch."

"Now that seems just mean."

"He offered. Come on, say yes. Please. Please. Please!"

She sighed leaning her forehead against the cold material of her locker's door, "When I was little I wanted a dog. I've been trying to convince Denny of adopting one. Since I've met you I have that experience covered."

"Is that supposed to be an insult or a compliment?"

"A statement."

Just as Robin had told her, Steve Harrington was waiting outside her apartment building at three o'clock in the afternoon. He was leaning against his car side, legs crossed by the ankles, arms crossed across his chest, his hair allowing a perfect lock of hair to fall down to his forehead, and sunglasses. Damn, he was hot! He looked like the main character in a romantic movie from the eighties and there was no way he didn't know it. She loved it. She was screwed.

With her approach, he closed the distance offering his hand to take her duffel bag and put it in the backseat while he explained that he had done some grocery shopping for the sleepover and the bags filled the car trunk. His movements were smooth and clean, so calculated that he didn't leave room for her to open the passenger seat door to get inside, he was the one who opened it instead. Steve gave her his most shiny smile, pleased with her efforts for not smiling herself, pursing her lips, and biting the inside of her cheeks. She wasn't subtle.

The car ride was filled with Steve talking about how Robin had insisted on renting some tapes at the video store, which led to how he worked at a video store with Robin in Hawkins called Family Video.

"I honestly had no clue of movies and the manager was Keith. We belonged to different species in school, you know, he was the nerdy type and kind of creepy too, if I'm honest. He worked at the Arcade for some time and he never told us why he changed to Family Video now that I think about it, but there I go, with a poor resume basically begging him to take me in. Robin helped me get the job, I owed her. Keith's like this movie freak that wants you to know all the little details and remember all the names… Dude, I just watch a movie to enjoy it not to analyze it."

"And to make out with your date."

He gave her an offended look, she tilted her head to the side so he sighed nodding. "Yeah, that too. My point is that my only working experience was at an ice cream shop at the new mall of Hawkins, and that fucking mall blew up in July. I had nothing, and Keith was asking me about my favorite movies. I told him about the Star Wars movies."

"Really?"

"Yeah. What? Do I not look like someone who would enjoy some space battles?"

"You watched them with that friend of yours, Dustin, didn't you?"

"You're a demon and I hate you."

"That's a yes."

"Yes. It is, in fact, a yes. The movies were good, and I liked them. Dustin and I even had a secret handshake, you know? Pretending to be using the lightswords and all." He sounded very pleased with himself.

"Lightsabers."

"Whatever. Do you know what Keith asked me?"

"What?"

"To name the movie. I didn't fucking know they had different names!" And just with that, Y/N was laughing so hard tears were falling from her eyes. Steve enjoyed it, discovering there that it was the very first time that he had seen her laugh so truly. He did that. "I told him I liked the one with the teddy bears better."

"You did not!!"

"He wasn't going to give me the job. I assure you that even if I had had the same knowledge that him, he would still refuse. The guy hated my guts, man."

"Because you were popular in school and he was not?"

"Precisely. Also, the fact that I was an asshole in school didn't help my case."

"You were? I mean, I guess that it's just something that goes hand to hand, popularity and idiocy."

"In my defense, I'll say I was young, stupid, and had terrible friends. Although I doubt we can call them that. Robin would be pleased to explain my assholery behavior."

"Were you the kind of guy to mess with others?"

"Hell no. No. I didn't make fun of people but I didn't stop Tommy and Carol. And there's one time in which I broke Jonathan's camera. Bad time."

"Oh, my God! Did you bully the soon-to-be husband of your ex-girlfriend? Dude!"

"I know…"

"Dude!!"

He couldn't help but laugh with her. A comfortable silence settled between them afterward.

"So, what did Robin tell Keith for him to change his mind?" She reoriented the topic.

"That if he hired me, hot girls would come inside the store at all times."

"Big promise."

"I'm charming."

"You know, there's one thing that really fascinates me about you."

"Only one? Ouch."

"You're handsome. You're cute, you have the looks and the charm, and you know how to use it. You know the tools you have at your disposal. However, with some women, you use them perfectly and with most of them you just–" she snapped her fingers. "Man, I don't know how to explain it, but it's like you're all suddenly shy and awkward, and like you have zero confidence and, although it's very cute, it's also like watching a car crash."

Steve nodded as if he was considering her words. "That might be because I really have zero confidence," he confessed with a sad smile. "I don't do rejection well, and it's all I know which is ironic. Let me tell you, though, that all I'm going to remember of what you just said is that you think I'm cute."

"I don't."

"Yeah, you do. You said I'm cute, twice."

"That doesn't mean I think you are."

"But you do."

"I do not."

"It's alright, kid, I know I'm cute."

"Bite me!"

"Only if you ask nicely."

The fact that he gave her the same comeback she had given him before only made her want to smile more. Fucking Steve Harrington!

To be continued…

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Chapter 2: Escaped Pokemon

Masterlist

3rd POV...

“So you’re telling me that they all went through the mirror,” Yuu exclaimed into their phone. The phone that they were using⎼ courtesy of Crowley⎼ was able to take calls and messages in their world from Twisted Wonderland.

“That is precisely what I said,” Crowley huffed. He was not happy about twenty-two of his students disappearing. “Do you know if they are with you or somewhere in your world?”

“No I don’t,” Yuu sighed. “The only one with me is Grim. If the others were here, they would have made their presence known. By now Cater and Vil would be all over social media if they were here.”

“I guess I’ll have to continue my search then,” the disappointment in Crowley’s voice is prominent. “But will you let me know if they do show up in your world? There is a possibility that they are stuck in between worlds at this time.”

“That would make sense,” Yuu agrees. Yuu gets their name called by their friend and says ‘goodbye’ to Crowley as they hang up.

……

“So this village,” Azul breaks the silence that was around the group as they head to Jubilife Village. “What’s in it?”

“Jubilife Village, is the center of the operations for the Galaxy Expedition Team. What they do is study the Pokemon that live in this region,” Laventon explains. “For you all to seek out all Pokemon, it would be best to join the Survey Corps. They carry out the research on how Pokemon live out in the wild. In the Village, there are a number of people who do various things. Some are farmers, some can help train up Pokemon moves, some are traders, and others can give out requests for you to get more experience or items.”

“That’s really good to know,” Riddle commented. The group came to a stop once they hit a huge wooden gate with guards on each side.

“Hello, I am back,” Laventon greeted the guards. The guards look at Laventon and the group. “Ah, with their help I was able to recapture the runaway Pokemon, so I hope you’ll forgive me for bringing them into the village for a bit!” The guards okayed it and the gate opened. Laventon and the group walked through the gate opening. The group looked around at the village.

“It’s kinda old-timey but I guess it’s not too bad,” Vil observes.

“This place is only temporary to use until we find a way back,” Malleus states.

“This way, if you please,” Laventon instructs and begins walking further into the village. The group follows still looking around their surroundings and the locals check them out.

“Their outfits are quite strange.”

“Do you see the one with the horns?”

“What are outsiders doing here?!”

“We should keep our distance to be safe.”

“Maybe they’re new members of the Survey Corps.”

“Who’s that with the professor?”

“Oh botheration!” Laventon exclaims as he stops in front of a bridge. On the other side of the bridge was a building that was more complex and fancier than the buildings that the group had just passed. “I’d almost forgotten! I need to go and report that we successfully recovered the escaped Pokemon! Might I ask you all to wait for me at the canteen? I should be no longer than 10 minutes. It’s the building past this bridge here, then to the left. The Wallflower is its name.”

“I don’t think this guy is good at his job,” Jade smirks.

“We should head to The Wallflower,” Trey suggests and starts to walk to the bridge. The rest silently agree and also make their way to the bridge to cross.

“Data unlocked: Map of Jubilife Village,” Ortho reported.

“Ortho, do you think you could send the map to everyone’s phone,” Idia asked. “Well the ones that have their phone on them.”

“I can do that,” Ortho confirmed as he sent the map to everyone’s phone.

“This is useful in case any one gets separated,” Trey smiles.

“Well aren’t you all awfully suspicious,” says a guy who was in front of The Wallflower. “The Wallflower’s for Galaxy Team folk only. We don’t have seats for outsiders. Move along!”

“Huh,” Ruggie exclaimed. “We were told to come here and were promised food!”

“Sorry but can’t help you,” the guy grunted. “I suggest you get out of here though before I call the security corps.”

“Hey,” a voice from behind the group calls out. “Who are you? I’ve never seen anyone dressed like you all are. What if you were attacked by a Pokemon? You’d be minced meat in those flimsy clothes!”

“Huh,” the group was taken aback.

“If the guard let you guys through, you must have ties with someone in the village…” The voice was coming from a young girl. She was wearing a faded blue uniform paired with a red scarf and white bandana covering her hair.

“I wouldn’t say that we have ties with the man,” Jade whispered, Floyd heard him and silently cackled.

“We do know someone from here,” Rook smiled.

“Ah, perhaps you know Professor Laventon then,” the girl smiles. “He’s a scholar from a faraway place. His Pokemon do get away from him at times, though. It makes me a bit worried for him…”

“So it’s a common occurrence,” Malleus questioned.

“Yes, but I suppose I’m hardly one to talk⎼I’ve had some trouble with Pokemon myself,” the girl sighs. “I was hit by a Pokemon move called Thunder Shock not long ago and had to be bedridden for a bit. But the professor… well… I do wonder how long he’ll last.”

“Unfortunately it’s just as Akari says…” a voice comes up behind the girl. The group looks past the girl to see Laventon approach. “I’m a clumsy sort of fellow, to put it mildly!”

“Professor,” Akari exclaims in shock as she turns to face the professor.

“But everything will be quite all right now,” Laventon says as he moves to be closer to the group. Cater and Trey take a moment to look at each other before Trey shakes his head. “You guys have agreed to help us with our Pokedex!”

“Excuse me?” Akari takes a glance at the group before turning her attention to the professor again. “You plan to appoint these guys to the Survey Corps?”

“What’s so wrong with helping out,” Ace frowned.

“You can’t just slap a badge on whoever you like without Captain Cyllene’s permission,” Akari ignored Ace’s comment.

“I’ll allow it,” a new voice states. A woman approaches the group. She has short blue hair, and is wearing similar attire to Akari.

“Captain Cyllene,” Akari exclaims.

“Assuming the individuals can contribute to the Survey Corps, that is,” the woman adds. “I am the captain of the Galaxy Team’s Survey Corps. You may call me Cyllene. Professor Laventon has told me how you all helped secure his Pokemon when they slipped his control. And now it seems he would like us to feed and house you in exchange for your ongoing labor. Looking at you all, you seem to be around the same age. A group of young adults… A good age to work for your keep, and to keep the village lively enough. But we can’t simply take on strangers who wander in among us, without any idea of their skills or origins.”

“We do know where we⎼” Leona puts a hand over Deuce’s mouth to keep him from finishing his sentence.

“We can’t let them know that we are from Twisted Wonderland,” Leona whisper’s to Deuce. “We need to obtain information, not give it out.”

“Right, sorry,” Deuce apologizes when Leona releases him.

“Tomorrow we shall see if you can prove yourself worthy,” Cyllene continues as if she didn’t hear Deuce.

“A most reasonable decision, Captain,” Laventon praises. “Now, would you care to join us for a meal? I’m sure you’ve got plenty of questions for our visitors!”

“That’s quite alright,” Cyllene declines the invitation. “I prefer to eat alone so I might appreciate my meals without distractions.” Cyllene walks into The Wallflower to get her meal.

“Aloof as always, I see,” Laventon watches Cyllene’s departure. Laventon turns back to the group. “Well, no matter! The rest of us can share a meal and some pleasant conversation, then. Beni, old chum! The usual potato mochi, if you please⎼but make it for twenty-four today!”

“Do they not have meat,” Leona growls as they enter The Wallflower.

“Now’s not the time to be picky,” Ruggie sighs. Once everyone is in the Wallflower, they break into groups. The dorm leaders sit with Laventon and Akari. The first years sit at the table next to them. On the other side of the dorm leader’s table sat Silver, Ruggie, Rook, and Lilia. The rest of the group: Jade, Floyd, Trey, Cater, and Jamil took seats at a table behind the dorm leader’s table.

“Wonderful stuff, Beni,” Laventon complimented as Beni brought out. “Much obliged. Your potato mochi never fails to please!” Beni placed all the food on the four tables, nodded his head in acknowledgement to Laventon’s compliment and left.

“Professor Laventon, where exactly did you meet our… visitors here,” Akari asked. She was seated right next to Laventon. Leona was sitting right in front of Akari and was looking at the food curiously.

“It’s just food Leona,” Vil commented from the other side of Riddle. Riddle was in between Leona and Vil, peacefully eating the food.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, Vil,” Leona sneered, he then made himself a plate and started eating.

“Ah, well, you know of that great hole in the sky? The one people call the space-time rift? Our new friends fell right out of it,” Laventon explained.

“You can’t be serious,” Akari side-eyed Laventon. Laventon nodded his head in confirmation.

“Come now⎼I am a scientist,” Laventon tried to defend himself. “My job is to observe and explain any and all phenomena. I concern myself only with facts! Now, you already know there are many Pokemon here in the Hisui region…”

“That there are⎼in the grass, in forests, by water, or wherever they like,” Akari adds. “Our job as the Survey Corps is to research them and find out what kind of creatures they are!”

“Well, we know this much…” Laventon pauses for dramatic effect. “Pokemon are terrifying creatures!”

“I doubt they are that terrifying,” Azul interrupted. He was seated right beside Vil with Idia on Azul’s other side.

“It’s all but impossible to know what kinds of powers they might possess or what sorts of wondrous things they can do!” Laventon carried on. “But that’s where our new friends come in! They successfully caught three Pokemon! Three of them in quick order, you understand!”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal,” Idia muttered as he ate his food. Across from him sat Kalim. Next to Kalim was Malleus, then the ‘Professor’ and Akari.

“Nobody in the Galaxy Team is capable of a feat such as that,” Laventon continued. “This means we can finally begin our Pokemon research in earnest!”

“Man, this place seems kind of pathetic,” Ace comments from the table he was sitting at. He was at one end of the table with Deuce on the other end and Epel in the middle of them. Across from them Jack sat in front of Ace, Sebek in front of Epel, and Ortho in front of Deuce.

“If these beasts called Pokemon are as fear inducing as Laventon says then I must protect Wakasama from them,” Sebek exclaimed mid-chew. Lilia sighed from the table on the other side of the dorm leaders. Lilia sat next to Rook, and across from Ruggie. Silver was seated next to Ruggie.

“I certainly can’t wait to meet more of these Pokemon,” Rook smirked. Ruggie tried to ignore Rook out of his own discomfort and focused on his food.

“Three?! We have a hard enough time catching even one when wild Pokemon come after us…” Akari states in disbelief.

“Ah, well, to be perfectly fair, the Pokemon that fled to the beach weren’t on the attack,” Laventon admitted. “But the key to catching Pokemon is getting close enough to aim your Poke Ball well. And it seems our new friends are fearless enough to do just that!”

“Does the Survey Corps really have the leeway to be enjoying a leisurely meal with these outsiders,” Beni’s voice came over the conversation as he approached the seated group. “Your captain just ordered 10 whole portions of potato mochi, you know. The slow progress on that Pokedex of yours clearly has her on edge.”

“I’m sure we’ll start to rein in the good captain’s stress eating soon enough,” Laventon smiled with confidence. “Now have your fill, new friends. And think, if you make it into the Galaxy Team, you’ll never have to worry about a meal again. The team provides for all its members’ needs⎼ even if said members fell out of the sky!”

After that statement, Beni went back to the kitchen area, not bothering the group for the rest of the meal. The group was having small conversations about what was to become of them in the future by being in this world. Some questioned if time back in Twisted Wonderland was still moving forward, some worried about their families, some questioned if Crowley even noticed their disappearance, and some wondered how Yuu was doing and where Grim was. Soon the meal was finished and they brought their dishes to Beni and left The Wallflower.

“That was quite delicious! Quite delicious indeed,” Laventon praised as the group stood outside. The sun had gone down and it was now early night.

“Yes, the food was lovely,” Akari agreed with Laventon. “But more importantly… you do remember that these guys have a trial to pass to join the Survey Corps, don’t you?”

“Not to worry! I have complete confidence in their skills,” Laventon waved off Akari’s concerns for tomorrow’s trial.

“Let’s hope it is not misplaced,” Cyllene approached the group. “Newcomers, for tonight, at least, we will provide you with a place to sleep. You may use a few of our quarters over there. But if you fail to pass the trial we have you do tomorrow, you must move on. You will be expelled from the village to meet you fate⎼and perhaps even your death⎼in the wilds.”

“Captain Cyllene is somewhat like Hisui, in that they’re both quite harsh,” Akari says once Cyllene was out of ear shot.

“Now now, she simply puts on a stern front to help keep us all safe,” Laventon reprimanded Akari. “At any rate, I think it’s time we turned in for the night, eh? It’s a good thing one can’t call out of the futons we sleep in here⎼I imagine our new friends have had enough falling for one day! And with that, I bid you both a good night!”

“Yes, good night,” Akari wishes the group ‘good night’ and leaves to catch up with Laventon. Rook, the beastmen, and the faes catch Akari mumbling to herself: “A rift in the sky… People falling from it… The world is full of mysteries.”

“Alright, how should we separate into groups for the night,” Trey breaks the brief silence.

“I think we should do it by dorm,” Vil suggested.

“How about we pick our own groups,” Leona countered, not wanting to be with his dorm mates. The group separated into different smaller groups and went into their temporary quarters for the night.

...to be continued

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