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rnalgene1949 · 2 years

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Chapter 2: Robot

(Credit to sandman gay stories) Where am I?

I’m chilly. I open my eyes and stare at a stone wall. I’m lying naked on a small cot without any blankets, except…

I’m naked, except there’s something covering my hands, holding them into tight fists, and my groin feels weird. Oh wait!

I roll over and see the sling and that chair. I’m in that room! It’s all coming back to me. I instinctively put my hand down to my groin, but my hand is still bound up in that tight rubber mitt, which ineffectively paws at my cock. I look down at my cock. It’s huge like before, covered in that huge rubber sheath. I don’t know if the sheath is some strange foot-long prosthetic or if my cock has mystically doubled in length, but it looks and feels like I’ve got a huge 12-inch rubber cock, and it’s aching. God, talk about blue balls!

I wiggle my toes and realize I’m not wearing the boots anymore. I clumsily figure out how to get myself up in a sitting position and look around, the boots are against the wall nearby. I look down at my feet and wiggle my toes again. I’m not sure, but I think my feet are larger than they used to be. Actually, I think they’re a lot larger than normal, but it’s hard to remember exactly what the normal proportion of a foot is.

How long have I been asleep? And that stuff that happened before… how much of it was real? Did all that really happen, or did Travis give me some powerful hallucinogen?

I remember how it all felt, and my cock still feels the same. My ass feels different. It feels… what? Empty… needful.

I swallow and realize how novel it is to be able to do that again. It was such a strange feeling with that gag going all the way down my throat. You’d think I would be happy to free of it, but that too feels… hungry or lonely or something.

Fuck, I’m feeling horny all over!

And I’ve got to pee like a race-horse. I stand up and walk over to doorway. The middle room looks the same as before. All those accessories and clothes and gadgets. So much rubber! I cross the room to the doorway on the other side that leads to the bathroom, eyeing those three huge rubber pieces I’d noticed before: the full-body straitjacket and the two different cocoon-like body sacks. Something in me stirs; I eye them both wearily and longingly.

I go into the bathroom. I notice the shelf over the sink, that the ornate silver rack that used to have all those vials of liquids is empty except one flask of a familiar looking viscus blue liquid.

I hover over the toilet, try to point my stiff erection a couple degrees downward into the bowel, and am relieved that I can actually pee. There must be a piss-hole at the end of this cock-sheath. (Or, if my cock did get magically transformed into a chunk of living rubber, it still has some anatomical function.)

“Hello? Is somebody there?”

I’m so surprised, the last of my pee misses the bowl. The voice came from behind me, here in the bathroom! I realize someone’s in one of the shower stalls. I walk up and peek through the door. There in front of me is a naked guy, blindfolded and very securely tied-up into a chair with thick nylon rope. I can tell he’s fair-haired and he’s got a really muscular body.

“Hello?” He says again.

“Uh hi. Um.” I feel a bit awkward, “Do you need help? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, well, I’m sort of… could you help me out here?”

“Maybe,” I say, “But don’t exactly have the use of my hands. Uh, bear with me for a sec.”

I try to be inventive with using the sides of my fist-mitts to get his blindfold off, but that doesn’t work.

“Look, that isn’t working. I’m going to try to use my mouth, so I’m going to have to get up close to you. Don’t freak out.”

He nods, so I get up close to him and run my nose along the part of the blindfold that’s near his ear.

“Are you a friend of Travis’s?” He asks while I’m working, but I’m busy trying to get the blindfold in my teeth. I’ve got my arms around his shoulders, and I can’t keep my cock from grazing against his stomach. I finally get what I needed and pull upward. The blindfold is now free from one of his eyes. I can now use my mitt to slide it off the rest of the way.

“There.” I say, as he gets his first look at me. He stares at the big rubber gauntlets on me and then at my cock.

“My God that’s huge!” He says and then looks a little embarrassed.

“I don’t know Travis that well, but yeah. He says he was going to give me this amazing kinky experience, and… well… it’s been a bit of a roller coaster. What’s your story? I’m Doug by the way.”

“Zach.” He says, “Kind of the same. Well, actually I wouldn’t call it a roller coaster. He said he was going to give me this amazing experience, and then blindfolded me and let me here and tied me up. He said it would all make sense if I was patient.”

My mind is wandering a little. I can’t help but look at his body, all tied up. I can see his cock is at half-mast: clearly he had been turned on by Travis’s mysterious and kinky setup. I’ve got this urge to kneel down and suck his cock until it’s stiff and filling that new void in my throat.

“Hey, uh, Doug” Zach says suddenly. “Do you see that end of rope near my wrist? I’m not sure, but I think that’s just a slip-knot.”

I look to see what he’s talking about. I do see that there’s a distinct one-inch piece of rope sticking out from directly above each wrist.

“Hang on.” I say as I kneel down and bite on an end and pull. As first nothing happens, but I turn my head to the side a bit for a different angle, and it pulls free and the slip-knot releases. The loops around his wrist go slack enough for him to wriggle his hand free. I see I help him free his other hand and then bend over and releases his ankles. Travis had been very careful in setting up this puzzle.

“Great! Thanks!” He says, “Um, can I help you out somehow?”

“I don’t know. These are um… tricky” I show him my gauntlets and he explores them with his hands, trying to feel for any buckle or strap or release.

“Wow. I’ve never seen anything like this. It’s…” He looks up at me and blushes, “It’s kinda hot if you don’t mind my saying. I’ve never been with a guy in rubber gear. What does it feel like?” I can tell he’s past the initial surprise in our meeting, and is back to finding this whole scenario exciting and kinky. I see he’s starting to get a full-on erection.

We don’t say anything, just looking at each other. Then he reaches down and gently puts his hand around my cock. My knees almost buckle and my eyes start to flutter. I fight to try and clear my head, but the sensation is too much for me. I want to shake this all off and tell him we’re in danger and find some sort of exit, but I can’t ignore the other urges.

I kneel down and take his cock into my mouth, and just like I’d been trained with the muzzle, I just sort of swallow his cock whole, pulling it deep down my throat. It’s a totally instinctive act and it feels both strange and natural and wonderful. I recall Travis telling my I would be able to deep-throat the biggest cocks in the world, and I now know this to be true. Zach grabs my head gently in his hands and holds it there. I start drawing his cock in and out of my throat, feeling it growing to full strength.

“Oh man this is turning me on!” He says. Then: “Is there any gear that I can try on?”

I come up for air and look up into his eyes. Damn, this guy is handsome! I realize he’s still sitting in the chair he’d been tied up in, here in a shower stall. I turn my head and indicate behind me, “Take a look. It’s a huge collection.”

He gets up and walks through the door to the main room. “Fuck me! This is massive!” He walks around the room, randomly picking up objects. “I wonder if there’s any rubber or bondage toy that’s not in this collection.”

I’m looking around now, for the first time really looking through the whole collection. Of course, I can’t pick anything up because of my fist mitts, but for the most part I can figure out what most things are. Zach is exploring a section that has all sort of rubber clothing—shirts and shorts and fuller bodysuits and all that.

I walk past a collection of interesting objects like gags and restraints and dildos. Some of these things look pretty ordinary and run-of-the-mill, but other objects have… it’s hard to say, but they have a heavy duty quality, like the restraints that are wrapped around my fists or those boots back in the other room, or the heavy sheath that’s still covering my cock. Sparking of which… there is another one! On the bench right in front of me, it’s that same foot-long cylinder with the pouches on the open end for the ball-sack.

Then my eye catches on a collection of masks and muzzles and hoods. There’s one muzzle that may be the one that Travis had put on me—with the pecker shaped gag at the mouthpiece. I remember the sensation of it growing and snaking down my throat. Had that really happened or had it been a hallucination?

While Zach tries on some of the rubber clothing, I keep slowly looking around the gadgets. Another item catches my eye. It’s a hood that entirely covers the head. Inside there’s some strange equipment in the inside, where your face would go. I see two nubs that go into the wearer’s nostrils and what looks like a mouthguard similar to what football players use. The whole thing is heavily padded on the inside, but smooth and featureless along the exterior.

“You should try this on. It would look good on you.” He walks up to me with a latex singlet in his hand. I see he’s already been trying some of the gear on already. He’s also wearing a singlet. It’s got leggings that go just below the knees. Just above the crotch it opens up, exposing his muscular chest. His cock is sticking out a tight gap in the groin.

He’s looking a little embarrassed, because he clearly forgot that I still can’t use my hands. “Do you want to try it? I can help help get it on.” He bends down and holds it out so I can step into the waist if I want. I put one leg in and then the other, putting my balled hand on his shoulder for balance. It has a hole in the groin for my dick to go through, and he helps me guide my huge rubber-encased shaft through it, then pulls the lip around the cupped ball-sack. Finally, he pulls the top up over my shoulders. Mine is more like a traditional singlet without the longer leggings that his does.

“I like that. It makes you look… really hot.”

I’m feeling suddenly a little bashful. This guys is really the hot one. I love how much he’s getting into this. I lamely say, “Thanks, so do you.” Then, “Is there anything else you were looking at? This is a nice start, but I think there’s more that would suit you.”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” He says. “Hey, what was that you were looking at?” He indicates the strange hood I had been eyeing. He picks it up and uses his hands to open up the neck a bit so we can see what was inside.

“I’m not sure. I couldn’t pick it up, but it looks kind of intense. I think your face goes in that end.” In Zach’s hands it’s easier to see the pads that go over the eyes, the mouthguard, and the nubs that fit up into the nostrils.

“Hey look, there’s a visor in here for the eyes. I wonder…” Confirming his suspicion, the two pads where the wearers eyes would go briefly emit some flickering light. Zach turns the hood over and looks at the perfectly smooth exterior. The wears face would appear completely smooth and featureless—no obvious means for sight or even breathing, but the inside visor and nosepiece suggested otherwise. Zach whistles, “That’s so cool! One of us is going to have to try this thing. But first, let’s find me some sort of shirt.”

We go back over to where he was and look through the gear. There are so many different shirts—some with zippers, others that are one-pieces. After a while, he settles on a single seamless long-sleeved top with a long collared neck. It’s very form fitting and the rubber is pretty thick. It looks like it would be a struggle to get into.

“I think you’re going to want to find some lube.” I suggest, “If you apply it to the inside and to your torso, it’ll make it easier to get on.”

“Do you see any lube?” He’s looking around, uncertain, but I know where some is. There’s that strange tube of the black gel that I saw sitting next to that ominous cock sheath.

I lead him over to where those items were. “I think that’s what you want.”

“Oh man, that’s the same as what you’ve got on!” He’s meaning the cock sheath. “How does it feel? Should I try it?”

I feel a little conflicted. I still haven’t said anything about the crazy-intense experience I’d had before seeing him, about how unreal and almost supernatural this stuff was, including the rubber sheath that had turned my cock into a rock-hard twelve-inch club. Should I tell him? I’m tempted, but I’m also really turned on right now.

I punt. “Grab it and you can decide in a bit. Let’s get you into the shirt first. Grab everything and let’s go in here where we can sit down.” I lead him into the side room with the cot.

He grabs the bottle of black gel, the hood, the cock sheath and the shirt and follows me. He pauses at the doorway to the side room, looking at the sling and the other chair with the stirrups. “Whoa!… This place is designed for some serious play!”

“Yeah. Travis had me in that chair earlier. It was… pretty intense.” I can’t think of anything else to say, so I leave it at that and just sit down on the cot.

He follows my cue, and we both choose to ignore the obvious sexual tension. With my fist mitts on, I can’t do much to help him so I watch as he smears the gel over his chest and back along the inside of the shirt. It takes a long time to get it on him. He first has to put his arms through the sleeves and then he stretches the neck as wide as possible as he pulls it over his head. When he’s done, you can hardly notice where the shirt stops at his waste and the legs of the singlet continues.

“This feels great,” He says, “I love how tight all this rubber is. It’s like a sensory overload! Let’s take a look at this hood now.”

“No wait, before you try that, can I get you to try one more thing?” He looks at me quizzically. Giving into a temptation I don’t quite understand, I say, “While you’re sitting here, put those boots over there on. I know they’re going seem way too big, but just bear with me.”

He gets up and grabs the boots, an eyebrow arched as he measures one against his foot and, just like I had before, thinks it’s crazy.

“And one more thing. I know this is going to seem crazy, but just humor me: squeeze a whole bunch of gel into them first before you put your feet in them. I know, it seems really wacko right now, but in five minutes I promise you’ll get it.”

I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I just have to know. I still suspect that the earlier experience before was due to some hallucination from the drug Travis had given me, but this way I can make certain.

“Okay, but this is pretty weird!” He sits back down again, squeezes a copious amount of black goo into each boot, and puts his feet into them. The tops of the boots go up to his knees, just covering the bottoms of the rubber leggings. He flops his feet around the giant cavities for a second just to make the point. “Okay, let’s look at that mask. Do you want to try it or should I?”

I shrug my shoulders, “Whatever you’d rather.”

“I’ll give it a spin, just to see what it’s like. Then if you want, you’re free to try it.” I think he’s just being sensitive of the fact that I’m already pretty vulnerable without the use of my hands, and the hood looks like a pretty intense thing.

He carefully positions it so he can put his face where it’s supposed to be, with the eyes against the pads and his mouth can bite down on the guard. Then he pulls the rest back over his head. Like with the shirt, it takes a lot of pulling and stretching to get it all in place. When it’s all done, he turns his head and faces me. His face is just a smooth, blank surface. It’s simultaneously hot and creepy.

I hear the sound of him breathing. The nostrils must be bringing him air from somewhere, but it’s not obvious how.

“Wow, this is weird.” His voice sounds mechanical and distorted, and not muffled as I would have expected—like it’s coming from the outside of the hood itself.

“How are you talking, I mean with the mouthguard…?”

His mechanical-sounding voice says, “It’s… not too hard. It’s like talking through clenched teeth.” (“Teeth” is sounding more like “teef”, but I can understand him well enough.)

“What’s it like? Can you see?”

“I can. It’s got a video image in the visor. Different though, like night vision goggles. And there’s this weird… flickering. Hard to describe, but it kinda gets in your head. There’s a strange sound too. I can’t tell if it’s static or… it almost sound like voices whispering, but I can’t make anything out.”

He’s quiet for a minute, turning his head from side to side. He looks pretty alien with that hood on, and with the entire rubber outfit covering everything except his hands and his cock. Suddenly I notice his legs: the boots that had once looked loose and oversized are now tightly hugging his calves, just below the knees. I touch his foot with my fist-mitt, trying to see if he’s experiencing the same thing that had happened to me.

“What the… what the fuck!?” He says, looking down and realizing what’s happening. Just as had happened with me, his feet are glued to the ground. He puts his hands around his ankles and feels his feet. “I don’t get it! Those boots… how can they be… did they shrink?”

“No,” I say. I stand next to him and put my foot next to his so he can see how huge his are. “I don’t know how it worked, but I had the same experience with Travis. I couldn’t tell if it was an illusion or I was hallucinating or what. I can just tell you it isn’t a hallucination.”

I can hear him breathing harder, his inhalations amplified and distorted like his voice. “Man,” he says, “This is one hell of a head-trip.”

“Maybe you should take the hood off, if it’s getting too intense.” I would help him if I could, but again I’m reminded of my helplessness with these fist mitts on.

“No,” he shakes his head, “It’s intense… but… it’s also… really erotic. There’s something else: I think…” he pauses and takes in a few more deep breaths, “There’s this smell. I think I’m being fed some sort of gas. I think it’s getting me high… I’m feeling really good. Like, really good!” His body must be relaxing, because he’s able to lift one of his feet off the ground. He arches and flexes his foot a little bit, and then rubs it with his hand.

He’s quiet for another minute. I sit back down and watch him. Then I ask, “How are you feeling?”

“Amazing.” He says simply. Then, “Though, it’s getting harder to speak. Mouth guard is pushing my tongue down more.” I can tell—it’s actually a lot harder to make out the sounds. “But… don’t need… talk. I… oh—kay.”

He makes an a-ok sign with his hand. He then picks up the cock sheath that was lying next to him, squirts a bunch of the black gel into it, and lowers it over his cock. He stretches the cupped part around his balls and then tucks the last part of the flange under the seam of the rubber pants. Then he leans back and puts his weight on his hands and looks still for a moment.

“Oh god,” he says, barely understandable, “So hard! Keeps growing! Just… keeps… growing…” He moans, grabs his new monstrous cock in in his hands and starts pumping up and down.

I sort of paw at my identical phallus with my rubber mitts. I lift my leg and start stroking his feet with my own naked foot. For a long time he just keeps moaning, writhing a bit where he sits. Then he slows down. His head turns slightly in my direction, and I think he’s looking at me—it’s hard to tell for sure with that smooth rubber mask covering his face. He reaches over with one of his hands and starts stroking my cock. It feels so great that I start writhing as well. I just want him to keep doing that forever. Please don’t stop!

He stops and stands up, gently pulling my cock so that I stand up as well. He then puts his hands on my shoulders and holds me in front of him, still staring with that intensely blank look. His movements are so slow and deliberate.

“How are you feeling? Are you okay?” I ask.

He nods his head slightly.

“Can you talk anymore?”

He shakes his head slightly now: no.

“Is it that mouth guard? It’s grown so you can’t talk?”

He nods. Yes.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” I ask.

He starts gently guides me a few steps backwards. He’s turning me slightly but still walking me backwards, and I know where he’s guiding me: that chair with the stirrups. For a moment I hesitate, resisting a bit, and he too stops, but then he resumes pushing my shoulders back gently. He turns his head sideways a little bit.

I step backwards and let this resume. He places my gloved fists on his shoulders and then grabs my hips and lifts me up and into the chair. One at a time, he gently takes my feet and places them into the stirrups, fastening the straps around them—and then around my calves, and then around my thighs. He does the same with my arms, setting them against the arm-rests and then fastening straps around my wrists, and then my forearms, and then my biceps.

Then he stops, and he turns and walks out of the room. A minute later, he’s back with these thick gloves that go up to the elbow. They’re made of a really heavy-gauge rubber, and they make a telltale squeak as he handles them. He takes that tube of the strange black gel and squeezes an ample amount into each glove and then puts them on.

Now he’s completely encased in rubber. I hear the squeaking sound of rubber from the gloves, and I can imagine them tightening around his hands and arms, just like what had happened with the boots and the cock sheath. He walks back up to me and pulls a handle, causing the chair to recline backwards and my legs to swing outward and upward.

Again I’m looking upward at that mirror on the ceiling, seeing the reflected images of me, tightly fastened into the chair and Zach, a smooth, featureless figure of black rubber. I watch as he does exactly what Travis had done—putting the muzzle on my head with its huge pecker gag going down my throat; then fastening my head against the headrest.

He walks back in front of me, in between my helpless legs. He takes the tube of black gel and pours some over my sheathed cock and rubs it all around it. I moan, again overwhelmed by the powerful sensations. Then he pours more gel over his own cock, rubs it around, and finally guides it into my ass.

Oh fuck yeah! I feel every inch of that huge thing snake up into my ass. It’s so thick and so long that he has to do it with a series of slow partial motions in and out… further in and a just a little out, further more in… At the same time, I feel the gag of the muzzle snaking down my throat again, impossibly far. I don’t know how I’m not choking, but it’s just happening.

Zach is all the way in now, driving rhythmically in and out. He puts one gloved hand around my cock and pumps it while the other explores my chest. I look at his reflection in the mirror, seeing the scene from the overhead angle: his legs planted apart, his groin effortlessly pivoting in and out, his huge booted feet.

“Just as I had planned it.” I suddenly hear Travis say from the entryway to the room. I would just jumped if I hadn’t been completely strapped down. Zach’s pace doesn’t change at all—he just keeps fucking me with the same intensity.

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t sure whether you or he would try on the hood, but this turned out perfectly.” Obviously I can ask or say anything with the gag down my throat, so I just look at him. “You probably guessed, the hood reprogrammed him. It’s a combination of visual and audio signals, mixed with the drug he’s been breathing in. Right now, he’s a just happy rubber drone. I’ve given him three programs: the first is to revel in the sensations of rubber; the second is one of strict obedience. And the third… the third program is for him to become completely obsessed and infatuated with you.”

“Yes,” he continues, walking up to me and rubbing my chest with one of his hands, “I have plans for you that will involve a lot more converting and conditioning—processes that will go on for hours and hours every day, and this drone will be ever diligent to keep you on your regimen.”

Travis puts his hand on Zach’s shoulder lightly. Zach pulls out of me and steps to the side as Travis moves in and resumes fucking me.

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summary: NOTE: this is posted out of order. The morning after Jim’s first night in Jax’s apartment.

Jim wakes in an apartment. He’s not sure where, or whose, exactly, until his arm is moved ever so slightly as it’s draped over the side of Jax’s rising and falling ribcage, and he feels Jax’s breath on his chest through his shirt, and he remembers. Jim pulls back a little to look at him, to see that he’s still sound asleep.

Jim looks over Jax’s prone form, to the room, atmosphere completely changed by the morning light streaming in the window compared to the dim streetlights from the night before. It feels warm, even despite the dinginess. It’s weird. Jim’s fuckable, sure, but he isn’t one to stick around after. He isn’t really the kind of guy people tell to stick around after, and when he does, it’s because he isn’t in the condition to go anywhere else– in which case, he feels a little obligated to get the fuck out of their way as soon as possible. Half of him wants to stick around this time. The other half is telling him that’s a bad fucking idea. The second half wins.

Carefully, Jim separates himself from Jax, maneuvers himself off the bed, and retrieves his jacket off the back of Jax's chair.

"Hey," Jax's voice comes, as Jim reaches for the door handle. Jim flinches a little and turns back to him sitting up in the bed.

"Shit, sorry," Jim says quietly.

Jax squints at him, something unreadable passing across his face for a few awkward, silent seconds. His chest is bare, sheets pooling at his waist. "You don't, uh," he starts, tucking one of his sidelocks behind his ear, "You don't have to clear out like that. I mean, you're not bothering me." He clears his throat, looking pained. “You’re my friend, you know?”

You’re my friend, you know. Well, they hang out. Jim likes being around him. Apparently Jax likes being around him, too. It's pretty stupid, now that Jim thinks about it; obviously they're friends. He had to go and make it weird by just leaving. Now he's making it even weirder by staring. "Right," he blurts, after a few seconds. "Duh."

Jax’s brow creases, and he swings his legs over the side of the bed to stand up. “If you’ve got somewhere to be, I mean,” he coughs out, and pulls on a shredded pair of jeans, “then go, but if not… I was gonna make coffee.”

“I can stay,” Jim says, because otherwise he would be lying.

Jax looks visibly relieved. “Cool.” And he passes Jim, out the doorway and into the kitchen, glancing behind him like he’s making sure Jim is following. Jim looks down to his jacket in his hand and hesitantly throws it over the arm of the couch.

“How’d you sleep?” Jim asks after a bit, because he has no fucking idea what else to say.

“Uh, really good, actually,” Jax says, busying himself with the coffee machine. “You?”

“Well I think my spine is the straightest it’s ever been around you,” he muses, moving closer to lean back against the counter. “So, pretty good.” The coffee maker beeps.

Jax's head is turned away as he shuffles through the cabinet, but Jim can see the corner of his mouth curve up. "Glad to hear it, man. Pink or black?"

Jim huffs a small laugh. “I feel like you just asked me if I’m a prep or a goth.”

Jax shoots him a glance, fully grinning at him now. "Actually," he says, faux-serious, "It was a test to see if you're comfortable in your masculinity, or still beholden to the constraints of society." He brings two mugs out, pink and black, and sets them on the counter.

“I think you just wanna see me with a gay little pink mug.” Jim squints at him and tilts his chin up. “But you failed to consider maybe I just wanna see you with a gay little pink mug.”

"I love this mug," Jax says. "I'm offended you think I wouldn't love this mug. My coworker got it for me. It has the word 'bitch' on it. Are you saying you don't love this mug?"

Jim snorts. “Well, now I can’t morally come between you two.”

Jax grins wide at him. "Oh, such a gentleman," he cooes, and hands Jim a plain black mug. "The gentleman can pour his own fuckin' coffee, though," he says, filling the pink mug himself and whisking it away to the couch.

"Chivalry is dead,” Jim sighs, pouring his own fuckin’ coffee. “You got any sugar?”

"No," Jax's voice comes, sounding unapologetic.

Jim tuts and moves over to the couch, taking a seat on the other side. “This guy has a whole apartment and he doesn’t even have sugar.” Jax shifts on the couch and kicks gently at Jim's shin, careful not to spill his coffee. Jim smirks, but stays quiet as he settles in. Without really thinking, he pushes the hair out of his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Jax glancing at him, sneaking a look, and suddenly Jim feels jarringly exposed. Jax hasn’t really seen Jim in the daylight much, and when he has, it’s been Jim in the driver’s seat, scars hidden away on the other side of his face, under his clothes. Jim clears his throat and looks down at his mug, letting his hair fall back over his face, and rubs his arm against his knee to shimmy his sleeve over his wrist. He takes a sip. It might be the worst coffee Jim’s ever tasted; gritty and bitter and unsweetened. He makes a face at it, without meaning to.

Jax snorts. "Yeah, I've basically conditioned myself to tolerate it."

"You masochist," Jim says, looking dismayed at his cup before taking another sip.

Jax shakes his head. "You gotta leave the dirty talk in the bedroom, man, or I'll never get anything done."

Still looking down, ever so slightly, Jim smiles. “Well, how else am I supposed to get you into the bedroom, then?”

“Like you have to fuckin’ try,” Jax says easily, leaning back and putting his legs in Jim’s lap.

Jim hesitates before he rests his arms on them. He blushes, just a little. “Yeah, whatever,” he huffs. “Gaylord.”

Jax grins, the tip of his tongue sticking out through his teeth. “I should compliment your ass more. See if I can make your face match my mug.”

Jim wrinkles his nose. “I can think of a few ways to shut you up if you try it.”

Jax raises his eyebrows, and then twists his body to set his mug on the ground. He looks back up at Jim. “Put your coffee down,” he says. Jim gives him a confused look, and Jax flaps a hand at him. “Just put it down somewhere, I don’t care.” Jim leans forward and sets it down on the milk crate coffee table. Jax is grinning ferociously now, and barely trying to hide it. He folds his legs up and shifts, kneeling over Jim’s lap. “I sure fucking hope you don’t have anywhere to be this morning,” Jax says, hands on Jim’s shoulders, and then he starts kissing Jim's neck.

“Woah,” Jim exhales, hands settling on Jax’s waist, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks. “I didn’t even have to do any of ‘em. You’re really never getting anything done,” he murmurs, sharp-toothed, impish smirk spreading across his face.

“With you on my couch, looking like this?” Jax says, biting at Jim’s ear. “I’d be stupid as hell not to take advantage of the situation.”

“Just taking advantage, huh?” Jim shifts, gripping Jax’s hips and shoving him down on the couch with Jim still between his thighs. “Well when you put it that way.” He runs a palm up Jax’s bare torso, peering down at him.

“I think the real question is can you handle me again so soon,” Jax says smugly, even as he shivers underneath Jim’s hands.

Jim dips down, hovering just above Jax’s face. “Can you?” he asks in a low voice, teasingly.

“Well,” Jax murmurs, reaching up to run his knuckles along Jim’s rib cage, “I had a really good night’s sleep.” Then he curls his fingers in the hem of Jim’s t-shirt and starts tugging it up. A twinge of panic courses through Jim, and before he can stop himself, he roughly grabs Jax’s wrist and pulls it off, pressing it into the couch. Fuck. You idiot. Jim tilts his face away, choosing to look at his own hand’s betrayal instead of Jax’s eyes. Maybe if he doesn’t say anything he can play it off like he didn’t just freak out a little.

Jax doesn’t try to break Jim’s grip, but his eyebrows draw together. “Hey,” he says, sounding suddenly uncertain. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Fuck,” Jim grits out. He lets Jax go, but still refuses to meet his eyes. “Sorry,” he mumbles.

Jax sits up on his elbows. “No, seriously, what’s up?”

Jim may just kill himself. He sits up fully, shifting his gaze to the ceiling instead. “I didn’t mean to do that,” he says quietly, after a beat.

“Okay,” Jax says. His face is caught somewhere between bemused and concerned, but sliding rapidly towards the latter as Jim keeps trying to evade his probing. “Forgiven. Dude, are you good?”

Jim pinches the bridge of his nose. “Just.” He lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. “It’s like, fucking bright in here, or whatever, I don't know. You’ve never, like,” he takes his hand away to gesture vaguely at himself, and pauses. “Seen me,” he says quietly.

Jax blinks at him. “Dude, I had your dick in my ass last night. I feel like we’re kind of past modesty?”

“It’s not about fucking modesty,” Jim says, giving Jax a distasteful look. “I know, it’s stupid.”

Jax frowns. “I mean, we can knock it off,” he says, “But, like, whatever it is–” He pauses, rubs at the back of his neck. “–I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t care.”

“I know,” Jim sighs. “It’s fine, really, we don’t have to stop.” He’s going to rip one of his own teeth out. “It’s just that, like, people, kinda get weird. About. The scars. And… I don’t know. I guess I do too.” he rambles. It doesn't usually get to him this much, but he actually really cares what Jax thinks.

Jax's face goes stony and inscrutable for a few moments, and then he surges up to meet Jim where he sits. His hands find their way back around Jim's waist. "Hey," he says softly, slipping just the tips of his thumbs underneath Jim's shirt. "You can take it off for me."

Jim freezes. He sits there, studying Jax. It’s kind of mortifying; the fact that a boy is having to guide Jim through stripping his own fucking clothes off right now. But Jax is right. Jim can do it for him. He reaches back, and pulls his shirt over his head.

Jax doesn't hesitate. The instant Jim is uncovered, he runs his hands across Jim's torso, over muscles and tattoos and, yeah, scars, without a single word. He dips his head to mouth at Jim's neck, and then, dragging his lips down slowly, he presses them to the ridge of tissue rippling across Jim's collarbone. Again, not a word.

A profound sigh escapes Jim, and he brings a hand up to the back of Jax’s head, lacing his fingers through Jax’s hair. Jim’s skin jumps under Jax’s touch as the blush returns to his cheeks. He's never been touched so intently, so tenderly. He thinks Jax might just be able to kiss him better; right here, right now. He works his jaw to say something, but the words abandon him.

Jax picks his head up, carefully touches their lips together. "Cool?" he murmurs, against Jim's mouth.

Jim swallows. “Yeah,” he breathes, shutting his eyes. This is too much, part of him thinks, too intimate, that he needs to leave. The rest of him is stuck here, frozen on this couch, at Jax’s mercy.

A hand on the side of Jim’s neck, thumb pressing ever so gently against the scar traveling down Jim’s throat, and Jax opens his mouth wider, coaxing Jim in as he leans back, down to the couch cushions again. “Don’t freak yourself out, man,” he says, breaking the kiss to look Jim in the eye. “Just–” Whatever else he was going to say is lost as he tips his jaw up to kiss Jim again. He doesn’t need to say it. Jim kisses back slow and deep, shifting a little to get closer, pressing skin to skin. He runs a hand down the outside of Jax’s thigh, gently pulling it up and hooking Jax’s leg over his hip as their tongues slide together. As Jim lowers his head to mouth along Jax’s jaw, Jax starts laughing quietly, a little breathless. Jim pulls back a bit, gives him a questioning look.

Jax shakes his head, tries to suppress his laughter, and fails utterly. “I just– I thought you were gonna say something crazy, like you had a third nipple or something.”

Jim gives him a weird look, somewhat amused. “What the fuck?”

“Not that it would be a dealbreaker,” Jax wheezes, sincerity undercut by the fact that he’s still kind of losing it. “Hell, it might be a– dealmaker. Extra– erogenous zone–” He looks like he might be going red from lack of air.

Jim huffs. “Well,” Jim kisses the dip in his collarbone. “Shame you don’t either,” he murmurs, and moves downward. He presses his lips to a nipple, takes the ring between his teeth and tugs. Jax’s breath hitches, cutting a laugh off right in the middle, and he squirms, generating friction between them.

“I think–” he gasps, “–that I’m doing pretty fucking well with my current ones.” And he casts about until he finds one of Jim’s hands, and grips it tight. “Let’s desecrate this couch.”

Jim smiles against Jax’s chest as he laces their fingers together and pulls Jax’s arm up, above his head, against the cushions. He sits up a little, looks down at Jax. “I guess there are worse ways to wake up in the morning.”

“Yeah, like my fucking coffee,” Jax replies. Jim smirks, undoes Jax’s jeans with his free hand.

It ends up that Jim doesn’t leave until five.

Not that they spend the whole time screwing. But afterwards, it becomes a little difficult for Jim to remember why he was in such a hurry to leave before, and Jax doesn’t seem to mind letting him lounge around the apartment, so Jim stays. And when the clock starts approaching five in the afternoon, it only makes sense for Jim to offer to drive Jax to the Prosecutor for his shift. It’s not a long drive; Jim is almost disappointed when it’s over.

“Thanks, man,” Jax says, unclipping his seatbelt.

"'Course," Jim replies, and pauses. "Thanks for letting me stay."

Jax smiles at him. “No problem,” he says. “Anytime.”

Jim chews on a fingernail, looking Jax up and down for a brief moment, sitting next to Jim in his passenger seat. After hesitating, he says: "Thanks for… everything else."

Jax’s smile fades, but he still sounds good-natured when he says, “Like I said, man.” He opens the door. “Anytime.”

Jim winces a little. "I didn't mean– the sex. I mean. Yes, the sex. But the. Christ." Jim rolls his eyes at himself and waves a hand dismissively. "Whatever. You know," he says defeatedly, putting his hands back on the wheel and leaning his head back.

Now Jax is staring at him, brow creased. “Okay,” he says slowly. “You’re welcome.” There’s the barest hint of a question mark curling the end of the word up.

Christ. Vibe sufficiently squandered. Jim picks his head up, glances over at him. "I'll see you around," he says simply.

“Ditto,” Jax says, exiting the car. He turns and gives Jim a two-fingered salute, and then he’s gone.

Jim exhales, and grinds his palms into his eye sockets. Smooth, Jim. Real smooth. He digs in his pockets for a cigarette. He lights it, blows a cloud of smoke out the window, drumming his fingers on the gear shifter. He doesn’t really have anywhere to be, anything to do, anyone to see. He shifts the car into drive. He’ll find one of the three. He always does.

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caitimetravels · 2 years

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she's insignificant

chapter 12: forget it pt2

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: none

a/n: omg hi im back !! sorry this took so long :(( my exams went pretty shit but thats okay im passing anyways enjoy <3

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wednesday. 8:15am (again...)

y/n stepped down the stairs, the sound of a loud blast worrying her as she rushed to find her siblings. her head felt unusually cloudy, she had foggy memories playing through her head. had she had a weird dream? it was like something she hadn't quite experienced.. a fever dream? and yet it still felt so real.

as she leant through the doorway to see her siblings all gathered around in the parlour, staring at a body laying on the bar, she held a hand to her head. as she stepped closer in, moving to stand beside allison she realised it was five, laying on a briefcase.

"you guys, am i still high or do you see him too?" klaus slowly pushed himself off the couch he had flung himself on to.

luther immediately went to interrogate him, "five, where have you been?" they all moved closer to him, helping him roll off the bar. he looked injured, y/n noted.

"are you alright?" allison grabbed one of his arms, hauling him up to stand.

"who did this?" luther held onto his other arm, looking shocked at the state of him.

five scoffed, refusing anymore help and stealing allison's coffee from her hand. "irrelevant" he begun to walk away, downing majority of the cup in one long chug, limping slightly.

he turned back to look at them once he was finished, "so, the apocalypse is in three days" he took a deep breath, "the only chance we have to save our world is well.. us"

"the umbrella academy" luther realised like it hadn't been obvious in the first place.

"yeah, but with me obviously. so, if ya'll don't get your side show acts together and get over yourselves we're screwed. who cares if dad messed us up. are we going to let that define us? no" he sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper. "but to give us a fighting chance to see next week, i've come back with a lead. we know who's responsible for the apocalypse"

he handed the paper over to allison and everyone bar five leaned over to see. "this is who we have to stop" allison urgently unfolded the paper, four words written in the middle.

'reassignment: protect harold jenkins'

"harold jenkins?" allison read the paper over and over, confused.

diego looked up at five now, "who the hell is harold jenkins?"

they waited in suspense as five finished off the coffee before chucking the cup away behind him, frowning. "i don't know.. yet. but i do know that he's responsible for the apocalypse. so we have to find him and we have to do it now"

"but how is he connected to what's going to happen?" luther's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"i don't know"

"wait, so you just know his name? that's it?" diego remarked in disbelief.

"that's enough" five continued to try and push his point.

diego took a step forward, raising an eyebrow, "there's probably dozens of harold jenkins' in the city"

"well, we just better start looking then"

"i'm sorry, am i the only one who's skeptical here?" allison begun but y/n wasn't interested in her sibling's doubts.

y/n watched as five winced, hand twitching at his side as he went to reach for his abdomen. he was injured..

"i mean, how exactly do you know all of this about what's his name?"

"harold jenkins" five sneered, he was growing frustrated, "you know those lunatics in mass who attacked the house?"

"oh yeah i think i remember those guys" klaus reached a hand up to rub the back of his neck, moving to sit down again. he gently pulled y/n down with him, forcing her to take a seat beside him.

"yeah, the ones that attacked us while you were getting drunk" diego stared back at five, pointedly.

"yeah, them." five nodded, "they were sent by the temps commission to stop me from coming back and preventing the end of life on earth"

"the temps what?" allison frowned,

"my former employer. they monitor all of time and space to make sure that whatever is supposed to happen, happens" klaus glanced at y/n, leaning on his hand and looking like a bored child in school. she stifled a laugh, barely preventing a smile from blooming on her lips. this was supposed to be serious.

"and they believe the apocalypse is coming in three days, so i went to commission headquarters and intercepted a mission that was meant for said lunatics. protect harold jenkins. so he must be responsible for the apocalypse" it was silent for a moment as everyone soaked in the information.

y/n and klaus ignored diego, allison and luther's remarks, not believing what five had been telling them. y/n sat up, leaning to watch as klaus' eye's blurred.

"my skin is on fire" he murmured,

gently, she raised a hand to his arm, "you alright?" he just stared back at her.

"do you have any idea how insane this sounds?" allison's question brought back their attention.

"you know what else is insane?" five looked up from checking his stomach, "i look like a sixteen year old boy" he pointed a finger at his head before gesturing to klaus and y/n on the couch, "klaus talks to the dead, y/n's eyes turn black and luther thinks he's fooling everybody with that overcoat" they all glanced at luther, "everything about us is insane"

"he's got a point there" klaus nodded along,

"we didn't choose this life, we're just living it. for the next three days anyway" five shrugged,

"but the last time we tried to stop it, we all died. why is this time any different? why shouldn't i go home to my daughter?" allison argued,

"because this time i'm here" five's voice grew quieter, pleading his siblings to help. "we have the name of the man responsible, guys we have the chance of saving the lives of billions of people"

there was a pause as everyone mulled over the idea, considering it. "including claire" five pushed,

allison shifted, arms crossed before her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "you know her name?" she asked softly,

"i do" five sighed, "and i'd like to live long enough to meet her"

allison nodded, agreeing. "alright. let's get this bastard"

"you had me at jarold jenkins" diego shrugged, already in.

"harold.. jenkins" five corrected,

"whatever" diego rolled his eyes, looking between them, "i've already lost two people this week, i'm not losing anyone else"

"luther?" five turned to the tallest sibling,

"yeah, you guys go, i'm gonna stay behind and go through dad's files" he stepped forwards and they all looked at him in disbelief, "i still think this has something to do with why he sent me to the moon"

y/n scoffed quietly, why was he still hung up on that when they had the name of the person responsible?

"seriously? now you want to make the end of the world about you and dad?" diego raised an eyebrow, incredulous.

" 'watch for threats', that's what he told me" luther asserted, "you think that's a coincidence? this all has to be connected"

"yeah, whatever, let's just go. do what you need to do, big boy" y/n stood, shakily. she patted a hand on luther's arm as she passed by.

"we should all stick together" allison tried but five and diego disagreed, following after y/n.

"klaus you're with me" diego called out to sleepy man y/n had left on the couch.

"yeah, i-i-i'm good, i think i'll- uh" he wobbled as he stood, "i think i'll pass and.. i'm feeling a little under the weather so um.." he stumbled past diego and y/n, leaving the parlour.

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as they drove to where diego knew he could find harold jenkins' details, y/n let her head lull back against the car seat. allison frowned at her, sending her worried glances.

"are you okay?" she finally asked, gaining everyone's attention, "you don't look so good.."

"'m fine" she shook it off, waving a hand half-heartedly.

"you look sick" five raised an eyebrow at her, glancing back to her seat.

"i'm fine" she stated, much firmer. "just had a weird dream, that's all"

allison blanched, "a weird dream? what do you mean?"

"i don't know.. it just feels like a memory. i can see everyone so vividly, i know how everything feels and yet.. it's not real" y/n's eyes lost focus, remembering the visions she seemed to be having. she shook her head after a moment, sighing. "i'm fine, it's fine"

"if you say so.." allison frowned again but let it go, they had more important things going on. it was silent for a moment until diego spoke up.

"hey, y/n?"

"yeah?"

"do you remember when we were kids.. that time klaus and i found you in the library" he begun, "you said you were looking for five?"

"mm, yeah, what about it?" she nodded, ignoring five's surprise.

"you said you couldn't speak to him but.. surely something happened? you spent years looking" allison glanced between the three of them, confused.

"hold on! you told dad you couldn't find him, we heard you tell him it was useless" her eyebrows were furrowed,

five turned around, frowning. "you lied?"

"well, yeah" she nodded, "i told him i couldn't find you and he just.. gave up. i didn't really train again after that. i spent my time searching for you in the library, i found you several times but i could never say anything, i was like a.. a ghost"

"you were there..?"

"i couldn't communicate, i couldn't touch anything, i just went through you every time i tried anything. but then i touched that mannequin and well.. you talked to me and i still couldn't talk to you.. it was hard but i knew you were okay" she sighed, "you showed me your equations too and i used to study those, i looked everywhere for vanya's novel, you know? it wasn't until it was released that i realised how far ahead you were"

as they all thought over her words diego pulled over to the police station.

"i know this jenkins' dude has to have a record" he glanced out the window, looking around. "we just got to get our hands on this file"

"and your plan is to what? waltz in there and just ask for it?" allison leaned forward, raising an eyebrow.

"i know this station like the back of my hands" diego continued to look before turning to her, "i spent a lot of time on the inside of it"

"handcuffed" y/n reminded,

"whatever. here's the plan-" he begun,

"plan?" five stared at him in confusion, "i'm just going to blink in and get the file"

"no that's not- you don't know the ins and outs of this place, okay?" diego stopped him,

"i literally just did this yesterday"

"what?" allison and y/n shared a look of disbelief,

"my yesterday.. not your yesterday- look, it'll take me two seconds"

"listen to me. you are not going in" diego glanced back out the window. "i made a call. that's what a leader does, he leads"

y/n rolled her eyes, leaning closer to allison to see the street.

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while diego was meeting whoever he had called, y/n, five and allison headed to use the pay phone.

y/n leaned back against the wall, trying to block out allison's words. she didn't need to hear her talk with vanya. she didn't want to hear her talk with vanya. she was afraid vanya was slipping too far away from them.

she kept her head down, trying to clear her mind. everything still felt fuzzy. was she really sick? did she have a fever dream? but.. it couldn't be, right? she was so clear, so vivid, so.. real.

and what about their kiss? she could still remember it, clear as day. why, why, why couldn't she distinguish between reality and a dream? maybe she really was imaging things.. but she didn't want to.

she didn't want to accept that she was just a dream.

she was real.

at least..

she felt real..

y/n felt a nudge on her shoulder. blinking, she realised her eyes were brimming with tears. she blinked them away before glancing up at five. she ignored his worried glance, instead looking up at diego who had just come back, file in hand.

"so?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at it.

"you're welcome" diego smirked at five, handing the form back to allison.

she snatched it from his hand, not a fan of their competitiveness. as she opened the file, she flicked through the pages for a moment before freezing.

"holy shit" she cursed, staring at the photo. five and y/n leaned in to see.

"what?" diego asked,

"harold jenkins is leonard peabody"

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lovelybarnes · 3 years

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get the girl- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader, mentions of ned, betty, mj, and brad warnings: unrequited love (kind of?? implied), lotsss of pining and fluff, a little long about: requested! (DF4) “you fell asleep, i couldn’t move.“ + (DF31) “maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance.” a/n: been wanting to write a peter parker friends to lovers for a while, so thank you so so much for requesting this. i swear i don’t usually take this long?? i got carried away and it got way longer than i expected, i hope you enjoy! thank you for requesting!

peter thinks it’s hopeless. the cliche he’s stuck in seems cruel- no matter what the movies you (and, fine, yes, him sometimes) make him watch say. nothing that happens in them ever transpires to real life; beautiful girls don’t fall in love with their nerdy best friends and guys like peter parker don’t get the girl.

it’s fun to fantasize, though. and especially fun to look at you, particularly when you’re laying on his bed, oblivious to him standing in the doorway, observing as you twist your neck to get a good look at the polaroids he hung up on his wall. a familiar smile grows on your face when your eyes scan them, flickering to the polaroid camera you got him for christmas years ago.

you move to try to get a better look at them without standing up, glancing down when you feel a sharp edge poke at your skin. he watches as your eyebrows furrow in possibly the prettiest way possible and you pull out a polaroid from under you. and oh, peter is just now realizing exactly what that photo is and why it’s on his bed instead of hanging off the empty miniature clothespin that comes from the pack you thrust at his chest when you noticed the increasing pile of pictures on his desk.

he’s moving on autopilot towards you, the foot already halfway through the door used as a stepping stone to go to your side faster. he’s with you in less than three steps, tugging on your ankle and then tackling you as sensibly as possible, laying his whole body on yours. you oof, dropping the picture, having seen it for too little to really question it, and laugh breathlessly. “pete!” you wheeze, curling your arms around his back, one of your hands absentmindedly drawing figures through his hoodie and your other one inching up to his hair, already beginning to thread through the chocolate curls. “yes?” he hums innocently, furtively grabbing the polaroid you dropped and shoving it in the pocket of his hoodie before his arms wrap around your thighs.

“i told you if you keep doing that, one day you’re gonna get hurt,” you scold, looking attentively as peter leans his head against your chest. “me?” he questions, feeling you nod under his cheek. “uh huh, you. you’ll hit your head or something. for a spider-”

“spiderman. superhero,” peter corrects, you ignore him, “you are really clumsy.” peter huffs in dissent, letting a comfortable silence blanket over the both of you for a minute before he looks up at you. “what?” you ask, a smile brimming at the edges of your words. you’re so pretty, peter wants to say, but instead, he goes with a more best-friend-friendly question, “d’you wanna watch a movie?”

you nod at him, pulling your hands away from his head to play with the strings of his hoodie, “sure, what do we want to watch today?” peter’s eyes immediately light up, and you realize you never actually needed to ask. “fine,” you agree, trying not to grin too hard at the way his face brightens. “which one?” you request, watching his freckled cheeks flush pink in excitement, “sixth one. the best one, of course.” you smirk, shrugging, “right, don’t know why i asked, i basically know the movie word for word now.” peter can’t help but give you heart eyes at the knowledge of your knowing the script of his favorite movie. god, you really were the dream girl.

“‘kay, go make some popcorn and get everything ready while i go to the bathroom,” you request, tapping peter’s shoulder as a way to tell peter to let you out from under his body weight. he does the complete opposite of what you imply, however, nuzzling further into your chest and inhaling deeply. “peter,” you laugh, poking his shoulder again, “‘m comfy,” he mumbles, eyes closed. “pete, c’mon, i gotta pee and you’re lying on my bladder,” you whine, “also, don’t you wanna watch episode six of star wars while i eat popcorn and play with your hair?” you singsong. he’s suddenly moving his body off of yours to let you go, although not before pressing a sloppy- friendly- kiss to your arm, “hurry up.”

you giggle as you stand, stretching out your limbs and walking to the bathroom while peter watches you walk away. once he hears the bathroom door shut, he digs his hands into his pockets, fingers tugging on the polaroid he had shoved inside. a smile grows on his face without his permission when he holds it at his stomach, the light reflecting off of the smile that was printed on the picture. he traces a nail over your face, bright and open in the way that makes you gleam. it’s his favorite picture ever, the only one that managed to catch you so in your element, your natural halo of glow apparent in your outline. peter had scrawled the words best girl in red marker on the white space at the bottom- something he thought he could explain away easily if he had to. the picture had its own designated space on his wall, right in the middle so the importance was clear, but it was rarely actually up there, instead always next to him for inspiration when he was doing homework and on his dresser for when he couldn't sleep.

his lips quirk one last time at the photograph before walking to the wall where all the rest of them reside. he hangs it up, glancing at it once more until he turns to walk out of his room.

the movie is ready to play when you walk into the living room, and peter is in the kitchen making your popcorn. “it smells good,” you say in a greeting, sniffing the air and exhaling in satisfaction. peter laughs, “you do that every time we have a movie night.” you tilt your head at him, “do what?” he motions to you, “that. the whole smelling thing and letting me know how good it smells, it’s cute.”

your face heats when it slips out of his lips, pausing to absorb the words he doesn’t seem to have noticed he said. his back is to you, dumping the popcorn into a bowl for you. you can’t see it, but he’s freaking out, trying to think of an excuse if you decide it was too weird. you don’t do anything to imply that, though, just blink until the words dissolve in the air. “thanks,” you finally reply, as nonchalant as you can make it while you grab his m&ms. he hums in response, turning around to head to the couch, “star wars time,” he winks, making you grin.

you follow him as he heads to the couch, settling down next to him once he puts on the movie. the star wars theme starts, the tune fringed by peter’s humming. cute, you think, snuggling deeper into the crook of his arm and shoving popcorn into your mouth. “hmm, good,” you compliment, watching the scenes you’d seen so many times pass on the screens. you mouth along when you recognize the lines until your eyes feel heavy and they shut completely.

quiet thwips wake you up hours later, when the black of the night has bled the sky blue and the stars have littered over the clouds, the moon replacing the sun. you see that the movie is long over when you blink yourself awake, beginning to cuddle deeper into your pillow when you realize it’s too warm and hard to be a pillow. you are met with the vision of your best friend, lip tugged in between his teeth as he concentrates on something behind you. he doesn’t seem to notice that you’re awake, trying to remain as still as possibly while the thwip noises continue. he mutters a curse, scrunching his nose adorably before flicking his eyes to you. they widen when he notices you’re awake, dropping his hand. “what’re you doing?” you yawn, sitting up and away from the warmth of peter’s embrace. “uh- i just- the movie ended and you didn’t wake up, so i tried to get the remote, then i got hungry…” he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, scanning the room and you turn to observe, stunned to see the mess of webs and dropped items you weren’t sure how you didn’t hear. “oh my god, what the- did you try to get everything with your webs?” you ask in bewilderment, eyeing a bag of gummy worms open and on the floor, you snap your neck towards him to observe his burning cheeks. “um. yes,” he confesses, blushing harder. “why didn’t you just get up?” you question, looking back at the ruined living room, exhaling in surprise as you notice the remote on the ground.

“you... you fell asleep on me. i couldn’t move.”

you pause, tilting your head slightly to look at peter, “pete, god, that’s so sweet. but you really don’t need to…” you motion to the dropped items, “do all that,” you laugh. peter shrugs, and you notice the tips of his ears are red, too. “i didn’t want to wake you up. i know how much of a light sleeper you are.”

you feel like you’re melting, every single muscle in your body drooping in the loveliness that was peter parker. you weren’t sure how the boy was real. you suddenly drop yourself on him again, wrapping your arms around his burning neck, “thank you, peter,” you say into his skin. like a reflex, his own arms go around your waist, holding you securely so you won’t fall, “‘f course.”

a moment of quiet follows until peter’s stomach rumbles suddenly, making you laugh, “i think i’ve starved you long enough. you pick today. also, when did you get so ripped? your arms are so big--” peter cuts you off with a groan, dropping his head on your shoulder, “you had to ruin the moment--”

peter doesn’t know what it is with you (actually, he does) that makes you so distracting. you’re just waiting in line for lunch, standing next to mj and laughing occasionally when she says something. all you’re doing is standing, and maybe it’s peter’s boy-hormones combined with his spider-hormones that magnify every single perfect feature of yours, but he can’t take his eyes off of you. you’re so pretty. the curve of the smiles that pulls into your cheeks, the twinkle that remains permanent in the color of your eyes, the way you look in that skirt--

“maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance,” a voice points out from next to him. peter scoffs, ripping his sight away from you to turn to ned. “i talk to her all the time. she’s my best friend.” ned shakes his head and sighs, “you talk to her about star wars, you talk to me about star wars, how is that supposed to help you have a chance--”

“i have a chance,” peter mumbles, trying to believe it himself, “she knows that she and you stand at different levels of best friends--” ned looks offended, “different levels? what is that supposed to mean--” peter stares exasperatedly at his best friend, “it means i want to date her and i don’t want to date you--”

“that’s a little rude--”

“hey you guys,” you greet, sitting down on the seat in front of peter’s and patting the seat next to you for mj. she stares at you silently, and you frown, patting the seat harder, “sit.” you instruct. she sighs and does what she’s told. “what were you guys talking about?” you ask, picking up your small plate of cherry pie to replace the bowl of orange slices that you took from peter’s plate. “thank you,” peter mumbles, digging his fork into the pie the moment you set it down. you hum, stealing a cherry tomato from his salad.

“oh, you know. the usual, your friendship with peter,” the latter shoots him a look and you raise an eyebrow, “that’s the usual? a little strange, don’t you think?” ned shrugs, “did you know that you and i stand at ‘different levels’ as peter’s best friends?” peter nearly chokes on his pie, glaring at ned. you cock your head at peter, thinking as you steal another tomato, “i… guess i thought so? i’ve known peter since, like, preschool, and we tell each other everything.”

“everything, huh?” ned wonders, a sound of pain falling from his lips when peter kicks him under the table. “peter.” he hisses. mj narrows her eyes at the two boys, “what is going on with you guys today? you’re acting weirder than normal.” peter’s face screws up in confusion, looking to you for help. you shrug, “she’s right.”

“i usually am,” mj mutters.

“so what is it?” you query, popping an orange slice as peter cringes at the mere thought of the taste. “peter has a crush,” ned informs helpfully, oblivious to peter’s dismay, “i- i don’t-”

you blink, feeling mj’s elbow shove into your ribs as her own way to make sure you’re okay. you ignore her, and it tells her everything she needs to know. “it’s liz, right?” you guess, trying to mask the hurt on your face with a teasing smile, “i saw you looking at her the other day. she’s pretty.” “no! it’s not- i mean, yes, liz is pretty, but i don’t like her or anything- ned doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” peter rambles. “pete, you don’t have to be embarrassed, i’m just upset you didn’t tell me,” you lie. peter’s eyebrows furrow, “you’re just upset that… i didn’t tell you?” he repeats. you nod, biting into another orange slice. “just that?” he asks meekly. you cock your head at him.

“i just- never mind. it’s not liz,” he says, poking at his pie. “so you admit you have a crush?” you start with a fake smirk, jabbing at your best friend with your fork, “just not on liz?”

“i didn’t… i didn’t say that-” peter stutters. your eyes narrow at him, lip tugged between your teeth, “i’m gonna find out who it is by the end of the day.”

peter is unfortunately sure you will. he’s not subtle as is, but you’re never deliberately looking for the signs, which makes it a lot easier to hide his embarrassingly large crush on you. but now, you'll be paying attention to his every move, and knowing you, he knows you won’t stop until you find out what you want, unless he tells you to back off. but, does he want you to back off?

he pushes his tray away, suddenly not feeling so hungry.

you stay true to your promise, hanging off his arm for the rest of the day, observing the way he acts around some of your classmates, but somehow not noticing the way he blatantly refuses to look at you- which proves humiliatingly difficult; peter never realized exactly how much he turned to look if you laughed at the joke too, or to catch one of your smiles when you hear something funny or peter whispers a joke into the shell of your ear.

by the end of the day when you’re walking to the train station together, you’re groaning at him, putting your full weight on his arm as you tug at him. “who is it? is it betty? oh my god, is it mj? is that why you kept looking at her?” you ask excitedly. peter wants to tell you the truth: he wasn’t looking at mj, he was looking at you, because as much as he tried, he couldn’t pry his attention off of you, who just so happened to sit next to mj.

“not mj. not betty,” he replies, pulling you inside the subway and scanning for free seats. you trail behind him when he finds a spot, letting you take it as he stands in front of you. “not them… it has to be liz, right?” you pry, sighing when he shakes his head. “brad- it’s brad, right?” you grin, whining when he denies it again. “can you just tell me if i got them already? i’ve practically said everyone in the school,” you complain, “they do go to school with us, right?” at peter’s nod, you drop your head against his abdomen, “and you have not said their name yet.”

“peter,” you drag out, reaching out for his hand to pull it, “just tell me! i can probably set you up with them!”

“y/n, just drop it,” he sighs, and you sigh too, mumbling a fine before noticing an older lady standing at the door. you wave her over, standing next to peter and letting her take your seat. peter feels like his heart will pop out of his chest.

the bumps of the subway push you close enough to him to feel the thundering of his heart, and your eyebrows knit together in worry, “are you okay? your heart’s beating, like, really fast-” yeah and your hand on my chest is not helping- “‘m fine.”

“is it because of the crush thing?” yes, “because i’m sorry about annoying you about it so much, if you don’t want to talk about it, i won’t bother you with it. just know that if they don’t like you back, they’re insane, because you, peter parker, are a ca-”

it was like a rubber band snapping, and peter suddenly couldn’t help it anymore, pushing his lips against yours, effectively cutting you off and catching you so off-guard, you freeze for a second before reacting, pulling his jaw closer. you almost tug him back when he pulls away, before you remember you’re still standing on a crowded, moving subway, and while kissing your best friend had been all you wanted for way too long, you were absolutely going to miss your stop if you didn’t stop.

“i- i’m sorry, i just-” peter stammered, stepping back. “no! so, please don’t apologize, seriously, it’s fine, it’s, like, better than fine.”

a beat of awkward silence passed before the tube halted to the stop right before yours. “it’s you. in case that didn’t… come clear. you’re the person i like,” peter informs quietly. “really?” you ask, cheek already pulling in a shy smile. “really,” peter assures.

this time, you don’t really care if you miss your stop, and neither does peter, now that he knows that, sometimes, peter parker does get the girl.

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 3 years

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hii,can I request the brothers (or juts Mammon & Satan) with a chubby MC who is very self aware of her weight so she gets extremely nervous when they hug her or touch a part of her body that she doesn't specifically likes?

If you can make this,thank you so much♥

Brothers With A Chubby GN!MC (Headcanons)

Lucifer

It had been a long day for him, meeting with Lord Diavolo always tired him out and coming home to you was always the highlight of his day. As soon as he saw you it was like a massive weight lifted off his shoulders, a fresh breath of relief.

His arms wrapped around you from behind as you stood at the bathroom sink, just having finished your nightly routine so you could climb into bed. He felt you slightly stiffen at his touch, a reaction that you always had whenever he hugged you, a reaction that he didn’t quite understand. His eyes watched your own in the mirror, following them down to where his hands laid on your body. You didn’t have to say anything for him to understand now, although he didn’t understand why it would make you react the way you did. He never understood the human realms standards for beauty or attractiveness.

He kissed along your neck, loosening his arms to glide his hands along your body, his eyes focusing on your face in the mirror. “You’re absolutely perfect, darling. I don’t want you to forget that. I adore everything about you.”

Mammon

He often did sneaky hugs, running up behind you and shaking his arms around you. He always held onto you so long, resting his chin on your shoulder and swaying side to side, just genuinely enjoying being able to hold you.

He was also absolutely oblivious to how nervous it made you, how self conscious you felt when he had you that close to him. This time was just a little worse though, his hands roaming a little more than they usually did, and you grabbed his hands, quickly pulling them off of you as you stepped away from him, laughing nervously.

“What’sa matter? Ya don’t wanna hug from The Great Mammon?” He noticed you covering yourself, wrapping your arms around your stomach, trying to hide yourself. “Oi, why’re ya hiding’ yerself from me?”

You’ll have to explain to him a couple times because honestly, he just doesn’t get it. You’re clearly the most beautiful person he’s ever laid his eyes on, and he doesn’t understand why you can’t see that as well.

“There ain’t nuthin wrong with ya! Yer hot…” Now he’s a little nervous because he’s not used to being that forward with you, but he’s doing his best and he doesn’t want you to feel bad about yourself ever, so if he has to keep awkwardly telling you how attractive you are to him, he’s gonna do it. “Yer my human, I been chasin after ya since ya got down here… Ain’t nuthin gonna change that.”

Leviathan

You always sat between his legs while he was gaming, his arms wrapped loosely around you or resting on your lap as he held the controller. He would feel you nervously shuffle, trying to make it so that his hands never actually touched you, but he just assumed that you needed to stretch out or that maybe that your legs fell asleep. It was to be expected, especially since he usually games in five hour sessions.

After a while, he started to realize though that you only ever did the little shuffle when his hands were laid on your thighs, or if his arms were wrapped a little too snuggly around you. It made him self conscious, and while he didn’t want you to think it bothered him, even though it did, he wanted to know what was wrong.

“D-Do you not want me to touch you?” It was inevitable that he’d catch on at some point, but you hadn’t planned what you were going to say once he did. It felt weird to talk about these things, especially with the guy that you loved. You didn’t want him to look at you differently, it was embarrassing.

You finally got the courage to tell him how you felt and what the real problem was. He actually looked hurt that you felt that way about yourself. He tossed his controller to the side, holding you tightly against him as he buried his face in your neck. “Please don’t feel that way… y-you’re so cute… I-I like holding you like this… I like you… n-no matter what…”

Satan

He was intuitive, he could read you like a book. That was both a pro and a con of dating him, you could never keep things a surprise or a secret from him, he just knew too much.

He walked into your room, standing just out of sight as you looked over yourself in the mirror. He knew exactly what you were doing, running your hands over your body, your lips turned down into a pout as you did. He hated seeing you judge yourself, and he knew that in your mind you were picking yourself apart, mentally pointing out what you believed to be flaws, but all he saw was a gorgeous human, his gorgeous human.

“Look how beautiful you are…” He murmured from the doorway, finally catching your attention. You quickly turned around, but he was already there, standing in front of you. His smile was soft, sweet and adoring as he looked you over. “My beautiful kitten. Look at you…” He turned you around, facing you towards the mirror as he traced his fingers lightly over your body.

“You know, some people think even the most beautiful things aren’t that… but it shouldn’t matter what other people think. What you think is the most important… and as long as you don’t see the beauty in yourself, you’ll never be happy… but…” He turned you back around, tilting your head up with his finger under your chin, leaning in closer and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “If you need help finding your beauty, I’ll gladly show you, every single day… because I see it everywhere with you.”

Asmodeus

Shopping was something that you did often with Asmo, it was a weekly routine and something you both looked forward to once Saturday rolled around. This time was different though, and you were feeling… down about yourself lately. The good thing about Asmo was that he was usually so focused on himself that he didn’t really notice that change in your demeanor, not until you got to the store at least.

“Oh! Look at this! It’ll look lovely on you! Try it on for me, I want to see you in it!” He was always like this. He wasn’t just your boyfriend, he was also your personal stylist, picking clothes, shoes, and accessories that he knew would be great on you. Usually the clothes he picked made you feel sexy, hot, attractive, but as you looked at the outfit he picked out for you it almost made you cringe. It was tightly fitting, that much you could see just from him holding it up. You hadn’t even put it on yet and you were already embarrassed. “What’s wrong, love? Don’t worry, no one else will see you in it. I’ll go into the dressing room with you!” That just made you feel worse, your eyes widening at his suggestion as you quickly shook your head.

The dressing room was filled with mirrors on each side, you couldn’t escape your reflection even if you wanted to. You didn’t want to look at yourself, it just made you feel more self conscious, you hated it. There was nothing wrong with the outfit, nothing at all, the main problem, at least to you, is that you were in it. “Is everything alright in there?” His voice came from right outside the door and you wanted to crawl under a rock and hide there, but you couldn’t, and Asmo was going to come in soon if you weren’t coming out, so you might as well show him.

“Ahhh! Look at you! Perfection!” He squealed as you stepped out, rushing over to you and wrapping his arms around you. “How did I get so lucky to find someone just as beautiful as I am?” He had felt you stiffen in his arms, and he took a step back, his face contorted with worry. “Did I hurt you?” You shook your head no, your voice barely a whisper as you told him what was wrong and he almost looked insulted when you told him. “I don’t think that at all… Don’t say that about yourself. You’re the most stunning human I’ve ever laid my eyes on! I’m not going to let you think any differently, so I’ll just tell you everyday starting now. Also, you look amazing in that outfit, and I’m definitely buying it for you for our date tonight!”

Beelzebub

He came home from the gym, sweat dripping from everywhere as he walked through the door. You were standing at the kitchen counter, making him something to eat, knowing he’d be more hungry than usual. It was always like that after he worked out, and you made sure to have something prepared for him when he’d come home so he didn’t have to raid the fridge.

“You’re the best, honey. Thank you.” He came into the kitchen, wrapping one arm around your waist as he stood to your side, leaning in to kiss the top of your head. You tensed up a little, and he quickly pulled his arm away, smiling sheepishly down at you. “Sorry… I know I’m all sweaty. I’ll go shower first.” Now you felt bad for making him think that it was his fault that you seemed disgusted. It wasn’t with him, it was with yourself, but you knew he wouldn’t understand if you told him. To Beel, you were as beautiful as an angel, and he didn’t even understand how he got lucky enough to have you. If he knew that you felt bad about yourself, it would upset him, and he’d immediately blame himself, somehow finding a reason that your feelings were his fault. He was already sprinting up the stairs to take a shower, giving you time to think of how to tell him how you felt without making him assume that he was somehow the cause for those feelings.

When he came back down the stairs he had a wide smile on his face, bounding over to you and pulling you into the tightest bear hug, picking you up and spinning you around, but he immediately noticed that you tensed up again. “I took a shower… Do I still stink?” He took a step back, and you quickly shook your head, taking a deep breath before telling him what was really wrong. His mouth fell open as he looked at you, really looked at you. “What do you mean? I don’t see anything wrong with you…” He was practically studying you, trying to find the “flaws” that you thought you had, but he legitimately couldn’t find any. In Beels eyes, you were flawless, and you couldn’t change his mind. “I love you no matter what. I love who you are, inside and out, everything about you.” He shrugged as if it was a simple thing, and to him it was. Loving you was as simple as taking a bite out of the sandwich you had made him. “There must be something wrong with the mirrors making you think that… Maybe I can be your mirror… I’ll tell you how wonderful you look! That’s a good idea, I’ll do that.”

Belphegor

Nighttime was his favorite time with you. He had you all to himself, his brothers weren’t constantly trying to get your attention, it was just you and him. It was perfect. He got to hold you close against him, just how he liked it. Tonight was no different, besides the fact that you didn’t want to be held by him, you didn’t want his arms around you, and you couldn’t seem to get far enough to the edge of the bed. It wasn’t anything against him, nothing at all, it was all you.

“Are you hot or something?” He asked from beside you, he sounded confused, which was reasonable. You were still wrapped in blankets, and honestly, you were freezing. It would be nice to have him hold you, he was always so warm, but you didn’t want him to touch you, you were feeling so self conscious, it was awful. You hummed in agreement, not expecting him to reach over and pull the blankets off of you himself before scooting closer and wrapping his arm around you anyway. “There, now you won’t get overheated.” He nestled into the crook of your neck and you could feel him smiling, but you were stiff as a board. “Are you alright?” He pulled back just enough to try to look at you even though it was dark.

You weren’t alright, but you didn’t even know how you’d tell him what the real problem was. There was no simple way to openly tell the person that you love all of your flaws, it was humiliating. There was the chance that once you brought them up, he wouldn’t be able to look at you the same, and you didn’t want to lose him because of that. “Hey. You’re not alright, you’re being too quiet… and you’re not even hot. You feel cold… What’s wrong?” You didn’t want to lie to him, and you didn’t want him to assume anything either.

You rolled over, pulling the blankets back up again to cover yourself before explaining everything to him. He was quiet for a bit before rolling you back over and wrapping his arm around you. “You’re funny…” He sighed, nuzzling back into your neck and kissing along it. “You really think I care about that kind of stuff? I don’t care about looks, and even if I did… You’re flawless.” He pushed himself up just enough to kiss your cheek before laying back down, sighing softly. “I love you… Now get some sleep.”

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the7thcrow · 3 years

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600 degrees

pairing: bang chan x (fem) reader

summary: you can’t cook. like, really can’t cook. good thing your cute neighbour is here to help clean up the mess.

word count: 5.1k

genre: neighbours au. strangers to lovers. the fluffiest of fluff, slightly suggestive.

warnings: a make-out session, bad humour, minho being a twat of a roommate, and tooth-rotting fluff.

rating: 14+

a/n: hi guys! hope you enjoy this one, it’s so much more wholesome and fluffy than what i usually write, but I'm pretty happy about it. don’t by shy to send me an ask or leave a comment. anything you have to say, I would love to hear. :)

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“Fine. Since you won’t come, at least enlighten me on how you plan to keep yourself busy?” Minho asks, casually leaning against your kitchen island. He stares at you, with that familiar condescending smirk you’ve seen far too many times.

“I don’t know,” you state, rolling your eyes. Rising to your feet, you head over to your shared refrigerator, pulling a bottle of Sangria out of the fridge. “But I’m sure I’ll find something.”

“You know, if you want to drink, you could at least do it at the party.” Minho approaches you from behind, placing both his hands on your shoulders. “It’s a lot less sad that way.”

You slap his hand away, letting out a frustrated groan at the laughter he lets out from his own joke. “I get out plenty, quit acting like I’m some lonely cat lady,” you say, grabbing your favourite wine glass from the cupboard. “I like parties, I just don’t like Jisung’s parties. They always get way out of hand.”

“But Y/N,” Minho wines, picking up your freshly poured glass and taking a sip, earning himself a glare. “I never said you were a cat lady, just the lonely part.”

At that you snatch the glass away from his hands. Not wanting to deal with this torment any longer, you walk back to your comfortable, worn-in spot on the couch.

“You know I’m right,” he says, continuing despite the fact you begin to turn up the volume of the television. “And the only way you’re going to change that is by accompanying me to Jisung’s loud, out of hand parties.”

You turn to face him, raising your eyebrows. “Somehow, I doubt my soulmate associates himself with Han Jisung.”

“Well that can’t be right, because I associate myself with Han Jisung?”

“Shut up, Minho.”

Your roommate snickers to himself as he opens the fridge, taking a quick glance at everything - or for a better term, lack of anything - inside. “What are you even going to eat? There’s nothing leftover from last night.”

“I’ll make something,” you say. Frankly, you had expected the outburst of laughter, but that didn’t do anything to simmer down your growing annoyance.

“Make something?” Minho laughs, giving you an incredulous stare. “Y/N, I’ve lived with you for two years and I don’t think I’ve seen you cook anything once.”

“Hey, I can cook,” you return, wrinkling your nose. “But why would I, when I have you to do it for me?”

At this, it’s Minho’s turn to roll his eyes. “Yeah, okay, I take that back. I don’t want you to come, have fun curling up on the couch alone with your three cats.”

“They’re literally yours.”

“Whatever,” he says, opening your front door. “Just don’t burn the apartment down, alright?”

As he closes the door, you flip him off. At first, you aren’t sure if he saw, but you’re given your answer as his laughter echoes down the hallway, fading as he walks further away.

You scowl. Of course you can cook. Well, at the very least, well enough to make a meal for one on a saturday night. Minho didn’t know what he was talking about.

Minho. Your best friend and roommate for the last two years. Man, does the guy have a way of pushing your buttons. You love him, of course. In the weird, bickering, just short of volatile friendship sort of way the two of you had developed.

Still, you can’t deny that even with his painfully irritable nature, he is still a good friend. No matter how many times you say no, he always offers to take you anywhere he goes. He pushes you out of your comfort zone. He’s there to console you when a date goes bad, or you failed a test you studied hard for. He makes all his meals for two, just because he doesn’t want you to live solely off shitty take-out.

He’s your rock. Your platonic other half. Your closest companion.

Which means you are going to prove him wrong, and then rub it in his face as much as you possibly can. Of course, because that’s what friends are for.

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Then again, maybe you wouldn’t. Or, at the very least, it was going to be exceedingly more difficult now that your apartment was full of smoke.

Covering your nose with one hand, you take the tray of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. If you can even call them that, as they now held a far closer resemblance to that of hockey pucks. Both in looks, and what you could assume in taste, as well.

Okay, you know chocolate chip cookies don’t really count as a decent meal, but they are the only thing you remember how to cook from when you lived at home. Or maybe you didn’t remember, based on the tray of failure sitting in front of you.

Then, to make matters even worse, your fire alarm starts going off.

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath. Now you are going to have to go to the front desk, let them know everything is okay.

Maybe Minho was right, you should’ve just went to Jisung’s stupid party and eaten something there. Putting all the other painful aspects of Han’s parties aside, Felix was his roommate, so the horderves were always excellent.

They were better than your hockey puck cookies, anyway.

Letting out a disappointed sigh, you open your apartment door, prepared to get a rough scolding from the lady working the front desk. However, you are surprised to find a man standing in front of you, his hand in the air, as if he were about to knock.

“Hi,” he says, awkwardly putting his hand back down at his side. He has messy platinum blonde hair, and soft eyes. He’s cute, and the realization quickly makes you recognize him.

“You’re my neighbor,” you say, pointing a finger at him. It’s not until he doesn’t respond immediately that you realize it was a strange thing to say. Obviously, he knows he’s your neighbor, and he might be a little offended you didn’t recognize him immediately.

Then again, the two of you had never really talked before. Everytime you would pass each other in the hall, he’d always give a polite nod and continue walking. Sometimes you’d try to say hello, or start a small conversation, but he always disappeared quickly. It had gotten to the point where you assumed he had some strange, unwarranted grudge against you.

So, it was safe to say that you were more than just a little surprised to find him at your door.

“Uh, yeah, I am. Are you okay? I thought I smelt something burning, and then I heard the fire alarm go off.” He asks, peeking behind you into your apartment, seeing if he can catch sight of any flames.

Instead, his eyes land on your tray of butchered cookies, and he… smirks?

“Oh,” he says, attempting to hide the smile growing on his face. “Having some cooking trouble?”

You stare at him for a moment, watching as his lips pursed together, stifling a chuckle. “Are you...” you begin, your jaw dropping slightly. “Are you laughing at me?”

“No,” he looks down at you, finally letting his grin free. “I would never.”

“Yeah, okay,” you frown, already not enjoying that sarcastic look on his face. You thought you’d be able to avoid that humiliating look considering Minho wasn’t here, but apparently not.

“As you can see, it’s nothing. So if you’ll excuse me,” you continue, attempting to move past him. “I need to go get my neck rung by the lady at the front desk,” However, he doesn’t budge from his place in your door frame. You cast him a glare, which only makes his smile grow wider.

“Nah, don’t worry, I’ll go let her know,” he says, already turning to walk down the hall. You open your mouth to object, but he casts a glance over his shoulder, snickering. “You focus on cleaning up whatever those black lumps were supposed to be.”

You stand in your doorway, dumbfounded as your neighbor disappears down the complex staircase. Who did this guy think he was, openly laughing at your current predicament? Sure, if the roles were reversed, there’s no doubt that you would do the same. But that isn’t the point.

No. The point is that you are not impressed by the audacity of this stranger, and you are going to make sure that this distaste is known.

Grumbling to yourself, you dump the still smoking cookies in the trash can. It’s a shame, really. You’d thought you were doing so well, too. You thought this would be your chance to prove Minho wrong. Minho. Oh, he would be having an absolute hay day if he were here right now, and the thought only makes your scowl deepen.

“Well,” your neighbor calls from behind you, causing you to jump slightly. He reappears in the open door frame, sticking his neck inside, but not fully crossing the threshold into your apartment. “She’s not thrilled, but the alarm didn’t trigger the main system’s sprinklers, so you’re good.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

The man smiles. “If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly were you trying to make anyway?”

An embarrassed blush casts itself over your cheeks. “Chocolate chip cookies,” you mumble, not meeting his eyes.

He lets out a burst of laughter, smiling widely. You can’t help but notice that he had a cute smile, dimples on both of his cheeks, eyes crinkled. Not that you were looking. Not that you cared, obviously.

“How’d you manage to mess up chocolate chip cookies that badly?”

“I don’t know,” you say, shrugging your shoulders helplessly. “You tell me.” You gesture towards the oven. Your neighbor smirks, walking inside your apartment. He bends down in front of your oven, before taking a look inside.

“Well, nothing seems to be wrong in there…” he starts, before glancing up at the set temperature. “Oh,” he states, before looking back at you, his eyes full of pity. “Oh boy.”

“What?” You ask defensively.

“The temperature. You forgot to convert it from celsius to fahrenheit. See?” He says, leaning away from the oven to give you a closer look. “So you thought you were cooking them at 350 degrees fahrenheit, when in reality they were at over 600 degrees.”

“Oh my god,” you say, smacking your palm against your forehead. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I don’t know,” the guy shrugs. “You could have burnt your apartment down, so I’d consider it a win. You’re lucky I got here on time.”

You cast him a scowl, although you can’t seem to relinquish the faintest hint of a smile creeping onto your lips. You know damn well you wouldn’t have started a fire, and that the man showing up really didn’t stop anything but an uncomfortable conversation with the front lady. You are also sure that he is fully aware of this too, which makes your smirk grow wider. Alright, you’ll play along.

“Right, what ever would I do without you?” you say sarcastically, causing your neighbor to playfully roll his eyes. He leans against your kitchen counter, relaxing slightly.

“Does my saviour have a name?” You ask, opening the fridge to take a look at what’s inside. You feel your stomach rumble, taking a glance at the clock to see that it was already past 9:00.

“It’s Chris,” he smiles, leaning over your shoulder. “So what are you going to eat, now that you’ve successfully butchered the easiest recipe known to man?”

“Hey!” You snipe. “That is certainly not the easiest recipe known to man.”

“Fine, fine,” Chris says, putting his hands up in defense. “Maybe not the easiest, but it’s definitely up there. But putting that aside, what are you going to eat? Because I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever seen a fridge so empty.”

You want to quip back at him, but he’s right. Minho usually does the grocery shopping, but because of Jisung’s party tonight he wasn’t planning on cooking anything.

“Good question,” you sigh, closing the refrigerator door before leaning your back against it. “Maybe I’ll just order some take out. I don’t think my pride can handle another failure.”

Chris smiles. “Or, I have an idea,” he says, his eyes glinting. He heads over to your apartment door, and for a moment you worry that he’s leaving.

No, you’re not worried. You’re curious. That’s all. You were curious whether or not he was leaving, nothing more.

When Chris returns, he has his arms full of ingredients. Spinach, penne, tomato sauce, cream, a variety of spices. The list goes on, and he stumbles slightly, almost dropping the surplus of food onto your kitchen floor. Imagining the mess, you rush over to help him, placing the load of groceries onto the counter.

“I don’t know if you couldn’t tell before,” you say, motioning to your overflowing counter. “But I really can’t cook. I have no clue what to do with any of this.”

“That’s no problem,” Chris smiles, already separating the food into different groups. “I’ll help you.”

“No, no, no. I can’t ask you to do that,” you say, waving your hands in protest. You step in front of him, squeezing yourself between his chest and the kitchen counter, preventing him from reaching any of the ingredients. “You’ve already dealt with the desk lady for me, and brought over all these groceries. You’ve done more than enough.”

He smiles, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and effortlessly moving you to the side. “Why would I bring you these groceries if I knew you couldn’t do anything with them?” When you don’t respond, he continues. “Seriously, it’s no big deal. Don’t worry about it. Just let me help you.”

You sigh in defeat, ignoring the way your heart begins to beat faster in your chest. “Alright,” you say, grabbing Minho’s cutting board from the cupboard. “Let’s do this, then.”

~~~~

An hour later, you find yourself sitting on top of your kitchen counter, Chris stationed by the stove working on the pasta sauce. You had genuinely tried to help in the beginning, you really did. But after Chris criticized your (awful) cutting technique, and said he didn’t exactly trust you to do anything else, you gave up.

Besides, you don’t have a problem watching him work. Over the last hour, you’ve come to learn that Chris is an absolute whiz in the kitchen. Moving from place to place, adding spices by intuition and nothing more. This wasn’t something you could have managed to make yourself in a million years, and it’s obvious that if you tried to assist him right now, you’d only get in the way.

Of course, you’ve learned a lot more about Chris in the last hour than just that. Where he grew up, his hobbies, what he was currently studying at the university. Music theory, as you’d learned. As cool as it sounded, Han had managed to tarnish your image of music majors, but you suppose you could give Chris a chance.

“It’s almost done,” Chris says, glancing over his shoulder to look at you.

“Thank God, I’m starving,” you reply, leaping off the counter to stand beside him.

“What, no ‘thank you, Chris?’ No, ‘what ever would I have done without you, Chris?’” He mocks offence, placing a hand on his heart.

“It’s not even done yet. I’ll thank you after I try it, I promise.” You laugh, rolling your eyes.

“Ah, so you’re only thankful if you like it. I see how it is,” Chris says, crossing his arms in front of himself, pouting his lower lip slightly.

“Guess so,” you say, crossing your own arms mockingly. Chris smiles, those cute little dimples of his dancing across his cheeks.

Then you feel it, that little jump of your heart. The faintest skip of a beat that you’d familiarized yourself with over the last hour. That little hint of anticipation that makes you decide that you are, even if only slightly, a bit interested in Chris.

After all, he’s funny and sweet. Can carry a conversation well, and to understate it, undeniably easy on the eyes. That’s more than enough to give him a chance.

Most of all, however, you like that little flare between the two of you. The sarcasm, the banter. It doesn’t feel the same as when Minho does it, slightly condescending and done purely to harbour your annoyance. No, this is different. It is a challenge. He wants you to quip back, to push further. To make him smirk, or laugh, or roll his eyes.

“Alright, fine then,” he says, taking the large wooden spoon and scooping up some of the pasta sauce. “Tell me if this is up to par, your majesty.”

You aren’t sure if he wants you to take the spoon, or let him hold it for you as you take a bite. You decide to take the gamble, gently moving your lips around the spoon, tasting the sauce. You glance up at Chris, a small look of surprise on his face. However, you don’t miss the flash of something behind his eyes. The faintest hint of affection, interest.

The sauce itself is delicious. A perfect blend of tomato, basil and cream. You hum contently, giving him a thumbs up.

“Chris, this is amazing,” you praise, admiring the small blush that sprinkles his cheeks.

“It’s really nothing,” he says, diverting his gaze and rubbing the back of his neck, shyly.

“No, seriously,” you say, taking the spoon from his hand and scooping some of the sauce up yourself. “Try it.” You hold the spoon out in front of him, and he raises his eyebrows slightly. Your gaze remains firm. A challenge.

Hesitantly, he takes the bite, not breaking eye contact as he does so. You stare at him, watching the way his lips move around the spoon, the intensity of his gaze. The action itself should be innocent, yet you feel a warmth rise to your cheeks.

Chris swallows, taking his lips off the spoon. For a moment, neither of you say anything. You can feel the change in the atmosphere of the room. The spark between you two being brought alight.

You swallow hard. “So?” You ask quietly.

“Yeah, it’s good. Very good,” he says back, his voice low and raspy. He goes to take the spoon from you, and his hand lingers a moment, his thumb trailing the skin of your knuckles.

You feel yourself lean in slightly, fully prepared to take the leap, when suddenly he breaks away from you, eagerly taking a few steps back. He looks away, placing a hand on his face, as if he were ashamed.

“Shit. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I know you’re seeing someone, we shouldn’t be doing this. I’m sorry,” he babbles, completely turning away from you.

You open your mouth to say something, but no words come out. Seeing someone? Where the hell could he have possibly gotten that idea?

“Seeing someone?” You ask, incredulously voicing your thoughts. You grab him by the shoulder, turning him around. “Why do you think I’m seeing someone?”

Chris still refuses to meet your eyes, instead focusing intently on the wall behind you. “The guy that lives here- Minho - aren’t you two?”

“Minho?” You gape, contorting your face in a look of pure disgust. “Ew, gross! No! Believe me, I am not dating Minho, I’d genuinely rather stick this spoon in my eye,” you exclaim, lifting up the utensil.

At that Chris finally looks at you, wearing his own look of pure confusion. “Wait, really? But whenever I hear you guys out in the hall, the two of you are always so… flirty.”

“Flirty?” You laugh at the ridiculousness of the statement. “If by flirty you mean he teases me literally every god damn second of every day, then yeah sure, I guess. But believe me, there is absolutely nothing romantic about that. Not in the least.”

Chris shakes his head, a smile forming at the corners of his lips. “Wow. I am such an idiot,” he sighs, a rediscovered lightness to his tone.

“No, no. Don’t worry about it,” you reassure him. “Anyone could make that mistake, I guess. It’s really no big-”

“No, it’s not just that,” he cuts you off. “That’s why I’ve never talked to you before now.”

“You never talked to me because you thought that me and Minho were dating?” You ask, slightly confused. Even if you were dating, you didn’t see why that would stop him from starting a conversation with you. “Why?”

“Well,” he sighs, his cheeks reddening further. “I thought you were pretty, and based on the way you always quipped back at him, clever and funny as well. I don’t know, it just felt wrong to try and build a friendship with you, knowing how I already felt a little....”

You smirk, drawing yourself slightly closer to him. “A little what?”

His smile transforms itself from embarrassed to a sly grin of his own. “A little into you, I guess.”

“It really is a shame,” you shrug, trying to hide the excitement building in your chest. “Because here I was, thinking my cute neighbor had some irrational grudge against me.”

Chris leans in, so the two of you are only inches apart. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin, smell the strong fragrance of his cologne. Sharp with lemon zest and mint.

“We could always make up for lost time, you know,” he says, his eyes flashing with mischief.

That is all the invitation you need to break the space between the two of you. You press Chris’ lips against your own, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other along the line of his jaw. His lips are soft, you notice. Tender in the slow rhythm the two of you develop.

He runs his hands up along your figure. One of them finding itself locked in your hair, the other placed firmly on the curve of your lower back. Gently, he leads the two of you away from the stove, placing you so that your back is pressed up against the kitchen counter.

You run your hand down along his chest, reveling in the groan he let’s out as your fingers trail down his lower abdomen. The sound is electricity pulsing through you, charging the room and igniting the atmosphere around the two of you.

His lips leave yours, trailing your jaw before making their way down your neck. Each individual kiss is slow and sultry, sending a shiver down your spine. You take a deep breath to stable yourself, and it does not go unnoticed.

Chris smirks, shifting his gaze to meet yours. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown out with desire. “You know, if we keep this up, the pasta sauce is going to burn,” he says, letting his fingers trail along your collarbone.

“Let it,” you shrug. “I wasn’t hungry anyways.”

Chris laughs at this, leaning forward so his face brushes the crook of your neck. “Yeah, right,” he says, allowing his lips to dust your skin. Suddenly, he bites down, not enough to break through the skin, but certainly enough to leave a small mark.

You laugh, running your hands in his hair, half-heartedly pulling him off of your neck. “Hey! That hurt,” you exclaim, only half serious.

“Sorry,” he grins, before crashing his lips into yours once again. The pace between the two of you is much faster now, each kiss more passionate. More promising. Your desire rings through you, clouding your mind in a hazy fog of lust. It is dizzying, just how much you want him at this moment.

You're certain he feels the same way, given in how tightly he grips your thigh, his breath ragged every time you break apart. It is messy. Greedy. The two of you so deeply wanting more. More of each other.

You’re about to ask if he wants to move this to the bedroom, when suddenly the apartment door swings open. It’s almost comical, how quickly you and Chris break apart, springing to opposite ends of the kitchen.

“I hate to say it, but you were right,” Minho calls as he walks inside, not yet glancing up from his phone screen. “Shit got out of hand. Someone managed to break the pool table, don’t even ask how, I don’t know either. Almost gave Felix an aneurysm. I swear the kid was about to cry, poor guy. Han had to shut everything down. So you really didn’t miss out on-” Minho stops as he sees Chris, a confused yet bemused expression crossing his face.

“Oh, hey Chan,” he says, causing you to give Chris a look.

“A nickname,” Chris mouths to you, as discreetly as he possibly can.

“What are you doing over here?” Minho asks him, crossing his arms and leaning against the door. He has that smug smirk on his face that makes you want to punch him.

“Oh, well…” Chris starts, casting you a glance. “Y/N made some food, and there was too much of it, so she invited me over.”

“Really?” Minho asks, caught off guard. He walks past you and Chris, staring at the pasta and sauce currently sitting on the oven burners. “You’re saying Y/N made this?”

“Well, yeah?” Chris says, feigning confusion. “Of course, I wouldn’t lie about something like that. Why?”

You have to stop yourself from laughing, looking at the expression of utter bewilderment on Minho’s face. Minho glances at you, narrowing his eyes, before sighing.

“Well then, I guess you proved me wrong on two things tonight, Y/N,” he says, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard.

“What are you doing?” You ask as he begins to scoop some of the penne into his dish.

“Oh, you said there was a lot,” Minho responds, raising one eyebrow. “Can I not have some?”

“Sorry, go ahead,” you say, still slightly flustered by the abruptness of his entrance. Minho finishes filling his bowl and takes a seat at the kitchen island. As he begins to eat, the room is filled with a rather tense silence. You and Chris share an awkward look, unsure of what to do next.

Minho looks up from his dish, glancing between the two of you.

“Yeah, okay,” he says, grabbing his bowl and standing up from his chair. “I’m going to go eat this in my room. Have fun you two.”

Before you can say anything, Minho disappears around the corner, down the hallway leading to his room. You turn back towards Chris. The two of you stare at each other for a moment, before bursting out into a fit of laughter.

“He’s a bit of a mood-killer, huh?” You say, grabbing two bowls from the cupboard, offering him one.

Chris nods in thanks as he takes the bowl from your hands. “Just a little bit,” he laughs, beginning to scoop some of the pasta into both of your dishes.

The two of you take a seat at your counter, spending the meal talking and laughing. Nothing else, the moment has passed, but that doesn’t bother you. You enjoy Chris’ presence. His quick humour and thoughtful conversation.

It really is something that you could get used to, you decide.

After you’re done eating, you walk Chris over to the door, handing him his surplus of spice bottles and leftover spinach.

“Thank you for doing all this, seriously. The food was delicious, you’re seriously gifted. And also, thank you for covering for me, I really didn’t feel like listening to Minho die laughing over the burnt cookies,” you admit.

“It’s no problem, really,” Chris smiles. He shifts all the spices over to his right arm, letting his free hand fall down to his side. Softly, he takes your hand in his, letting your fingers intertwine.

“Listen,” he continues, shyly looking up from your hands to meet your eyes. “If you’re not doing anything tomorrow, you’re welcome to come over for a proper dinner. You know, so I can show you what I can actually make when it’s not a last minute attempt at salvaging a meal.”

You smile a goofy, genuine grin. “That sounds good to me,” you say. Hesitantly, you lean forwards, planting a soft, innocent kiss on his lips.

As you break apart, he hums contently. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, thanks for today. You made my night, Y/N.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Chris.” You watch as he walks over to his apartment door, which is of course, only a few meters away from your own. When he disappears into his own apartment, you sigh, closing your own door behind you. You lean against the frame, letting out a shaky breath, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. It’s been so long since you’ve held any genuine interest in someone, you feel almost giddy.

That is until you see Minho, leaning against the corner of the kitchen wall, watching you with his cheshire smirk.

“Dinner tomorrow, huh?” He asks, walking into the kitchen and scooping himself the last of the pasta.

“What about it?” You retort, not giving in to that pestering look in his eyes.

“Oh, nothing. I’m sure it’ll be good, considering Chan clearly made this,” Minho says, shoveling some of the pasta into his mouth.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, grabbing two wine glasses from the cupboard.

“Save it, the lady at the front desk told me you almost set the apartment on fire,” Minho laughs as you pour the wine.

You let out a groan, handing him his glass. “God dammit.”

“Don’t blame her though,” he smiles, leaning back and taking a sip. “I wouldn’t have believed you could have cooked that anyway.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

“Had me fooled for a second there though,” he says, patting you on the head. “But more importantly, you like Chan huh?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Right. Nice hickey, by the way,” he smirks, raising his eyebrows.

You pull up the collar of your shirt, casting him a glare. “Okay, maybe I do,” you shrug. “What’s it to you?”

“Nothing,” he replies, before taking a second to think. “Just please don’t fuck him or anything tomorrow. Walls are thin.”

You laugh, taking your glass of wine and flopping yourself back down on the living room couch.

“Shut up, Minho.”

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hi bestie! xmas request for u <333 could you do one where the avengers clearly know that peter and the reader like eachother, so they (very undiscreetly) place mistletoes literally everywhere in the hq to get the lil babies of the groups to kiss? thank uuuuuuu love u!

Under The Mistletoe

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Masterlist

“Good morning everyone.” You greeted the Avengers as you walked in the kitchen one morning.

“Good morning.” Peters eyes followed you as you sat down next to him at the table. “I made you hot chocolate.”

“You did? You’re so sweet.” You took the mug from him and kissed his forehead. “Thank you.”

“Well you mentioned last night that you were always freezing in the morning so I thought this would warm you up.” Peter smiled sweetly at you, face flushed from the kiss.

“You’re too good to me. I was gonna put some whip cream on it. Do you want some?” You offered as you went to the refrigerator.

“Sure. Thank you.” Peter nodded as you put some whip cream on his hot chocolate. The rest of the Avengers watched the interaction, exchanging knowing glances every once in a while.

“So, what did you guys do last night?” Natasha asked curiously as she leaned on her hand.

“We went on patrol together and then walked around the city. It was snowing so it was really pretty.” You smiled as you remembered the night before. Natasha and Bruce made eye contact, giving each other a knowing look.

“Didn’t you get cold?” Bruce asked for his own amusement.

“My suit has a built in heater.” Peter told him.

“But Y/n’s suit doesn’t.” Tony added, understanding what was going on.

“Peter had his arm around me so the heat kept us both warm.” You told them as you sipped your mug, making everyone gush.

“Uh huh.” Tony nodded as he watched Peter put his arm around your chair. “So you went for a moonlit stroll through the city. Pretty romantic, don’t you think? Was it a date?”

“What?” Peter sputtered. “No.”

“We’re just friends.” You nodded a few too many times.

“You got some whip cream on your face.” Peter noticed the white dollop on your nose.

“Oh. Oops.” You laughed in embarrassment and went to wipe it off.

“I got it.” Peter wiped your face with his thumb, leaving both of you in a blushing mess.

“Thanks.” You giggled, gazing lovingly into his eyes.

“Right. Just friends.” Rhodey grimaced as he watched the disgusting love fest in front of him.

“So what are you doing today?” Natasha asked, finding the whole situation hysterical.

“We were gonna watch some holiday movies in my room before patrol.” Peter told her.

“Speaking of that, do you want to get started?” You asked him. “We have a lot to get through.”

“Sure. Bye guys.” Peter waved before resting his hand on the small of your back and leading you out of the room. Once you left, the Avengers let out the collective laugh they had been holding in.

“So…they’re in love, right? We can agree on that?” Tony asked as he looked around the room, seeing everyone nod at him.

“I have never seen anyone so whipped.” Rhodey laughed as he sipped his coffee.

“How have they not admitted their feelings?” Nat asked the room. “It’s so obvious.”

“This is worse than me and Nat.” Steve commented.

“Or me and Nat.” Bruce added.

“Or me and Nat.” Tony agreed.

“When are those crazy kids gonna get together?” Steve chuckled as he opened the newspaper.

“This gives me an idea.” Tony narrowed his eyes as he got a familiar devilish glint in his eyes.

“Oh no.” Steve recognized the glint. “This can’t be good.”

“By the end of the holiday season, I want Y/n and Peter to be together.” Tony said decidedly. “This will require a group effort in making it happen. In the weeks leading up to the holidays, I expect each and every one of you to get our dear Peter and Y/n to realize they like each other.”

“How do you expect us to do that?” Nat humored him.

“You will all plant mistletoe somewhere in the building.” Tony grinned wickedly. “The mistletoe that gets the most kisses out of them wins.”

“Wins what?” Bruce asked, just as intrigued as the rest of the team.

“Whatever you want. I don’t know if the giant building with my name on it gave it away, but I have money.” Tony stated. “Lots of it. Or how about this, the winner can pick and design a new room to be added to the tower.”

“I could use a physical therapy room.” Rhodey spoke up. “I don’t know if you guys remember, but my legs don’t work on their own anymore ever since I fell out of the sky.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.” Steve realized.

“Yeah. Nobody really talks about that.” Bruce agreed.

“I think we could all benefit from a new training room.” Nat threw in. “The old one has a permanent sweaty man smell.”

“We already have a training room. What we really need is some personal up keeping. Keeping myself this blonde is not cheap. A hair parlor in the building would be nice.” Steve suggested.

“Parlor.” Tony chuckled under his breath.

“I second that.” Bucky piped up.

“Of course you do, Jared Leto.” Tony teased.

“We don’t need a hair salon. What we need is another lab.” Bruce declared.

“Or a ballet studio.” Nat gasped.

“I think we should install an Olive Garden.” Bucky shrugged.

“How about a room full of murals of myself?” Thor smiled. “You can all gaze upon them and push yourself to stop being tiny and small.”

“Or another gym.” Rhodey shrugged.

“Or a wine cellar. But for beer! A beer cellar.” Thor cheered.

“We can discuss the room later.” Tony quieted everyone down. “If you really want these things, get the kids together. You know what you have to do.”

Tony

You and Peter often ate breakfast together in the same spot everyday, and Tony used that information to his advantage. He skillfully hung some mistletoe above your usual seats and patiently waited for your arrival. Soon enough, Tony heard your footsteps coming into the kitchen.

“Hey Petey.” You rubbed Peter’s back before taking a seat next to him. “Hi Mr. Stark.”

“Hey guys.” Tony smiled before looking up and gasping. “Oh golly gee, would ya look at that? Mistletoe! Who put that there?”

“Oh, wow.” Peter said as he looked up to see mistletoe hanging above the two of you. “I didn’t even notice.”

“Yeah. I probably wouldn’t have looked up if you hadn’t pointed it out.” You said skeptically as you eyed Tony.

“Ha.” Tony forced a laugh. “Well, now you see it. Bye!”

He quickly left the room and hid behind a wall where he could watch his plan unfold.

“That wasn’t at all weird.” You chuckled as you turned in your seat.

“He probably put Red Bull in his protein shake again.” Peter laughed as well, fingers brushing yours a little on the table.

“Yeah.” You nodded, suddenly feeling awkward now that you were both aware of the mistletoe hanging above your heads. You both looked away from each other, red in the face and sneaking occasional glances at the plant.

“I, um, I’ve never actually seen mistletoe in person before.” Peter said to break the silence. “I’ve only heard about it in songs.”

“Me too.” You nodded rapidly. “Or in movies and stuff.”

“Yeah.” Peter gulped. “And stuff.”

You looked at each other for a moment, shy smiles on your faces.

“I mean, since it’s both of our first times getting caught under it, it’d be a shame not to honor the tradition.” You suggested sheepishly as you averted your eyes.

“Right.” Peter said quickly. “It’s tradition. We basically have to.”

“Yeah. It’s practically a right of passage for the holiday season.” You said simply as you leaned closer to Peter.

“Exactly.” Peter agreed, leaning in as well. Your faces were almost touching now, just a few more inches until contact.

“Um.” You let out a nervous laugh before shutting your eyes and leaning in. Peter met you the rest of the way, your lips connecting directly under the mistletoe. You smiled a little into the kiss before pressing your hand to his cheek to keep him in place. Peter pulled away after a minute, gazing fondly in your eyes as he opened them. He’d been waiting to kiss you for the longest time, and it was just as perfect as he imagined.

“Thanks.” Peter said, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment after he said it.

“You’re welcome.” You laughed at him, squeezing his shoulder in admiration.

“I’m glad we could, erm, fulfill the tradition.” Peter laughed at his own awkwardness as he shook his head.

“Me too.” You nodded with a flushed face. “I feel more in the holiday spirit already.”

“Same, same.” Peter trailed off, looking around the room to distract from the awkwardness.

“Can we just pretend that didn’t happen and eat our breakfast?” You requested, looking at him shyly.

“Please.” Peter agreed. “It never happened.”

Rhodey

Bruce was making his way to the lab when he saw Rhodey hiding behind a wall, staring at hanging mistletoe.

“Why are you standing here?” Bruce whispered as he stood behind Rhodey.

“I told Y/n to meet me in the kitchen and I’m sending her a bunch of texts so she keeps her eyes on her phone. I also told Peter to meet me in the theater. They’ll have to go through that doorway where I strategically placed mistletoe. Once they bump into each other, they’ll have to kiss and I’ll get a point.” Rhodey explained his masterplan in a hushed tone.

“Why do you want them to bump into each other? Can’t they just see each other in the doorway?” Bruce whispered back.

“Man, have you ever seen a romantic comedy?” Rhodey sighed. “The girl has to bump into the boy so he knows she’s clumsy and not like other girls.”

“I think you’re getting a little too invested in this. It’s just a room.” Bruce reminded him, beginning to think he was behind on the contest.

“Its not about the room.” Rhodey insisted. “I just want to beat Rogers and his stupid parlor.”

“Shh.” Bruce hushed him. “Here they come.”

Bruce and Rhodey watched as you and Peter smacked into each other in the doorway.

“Oh, sorry. I wasn’t looking.” Peter said as he caught you from falling.

“That’s okay. I wasn’t looking either.” You smiled at him, staying in his arms.

“How are you gonna get them to notice the mistletoe?” Bruce whispered.

Rhodey silently took out a large fan and switched it on, sending a breeze towards you and Peter. The breeze made the bells on the mistletoe chime, causing you and Peter to look up.

“Is that mistletoe?” He asked as he pointed to it.

“It looks like it.” You commented. “I guess Mr. Stark decorated the tower.”

“Kinda crazy we got caught under it twice.” Peter chuckled nervously, hoping he’d get the chance to kiss you again.

“I know. But hey, it’s tradition.” You shrugged, also hoping you’d get to kiss him.

“Yeah. Tradition.” Peter was barely listening to himself speak as he stared at your lips. You laughed a little as your arms went around his neck, pulling him into a soft kiss. It was just as good as the first time, if not better. You pulled away after a moment and sighed against his mouth.

“I, um, I gotta meet Rhodey in the nitchken.” You stumbled over your words.

“Yeah, I’m supposed to see him in the popcorn palace.” Peter spoke, not even knowing what he was saying.

“I’ll see you later, Petey.” You squeezed his arm gently and made your way to the kitchen.

“Bye.” Peter mumbled before going to the theater. Rhodey turned to Bruce with a boastful grin and held a finger to symbolize the point he has just gotten. Bruce swallowed nervously, realizing he had to get on it if he wanted to win.

Bruce

“Banner.” Tony came to Bruce’s side with a suspicious look. “You look awfully devious today.”

“You’re much more likely to walk next to someone than to be caught under a doorway with them. That’s why I put a bouquet of roses and mistletoe on the table between their rooms. Every time they pass it, they’ll have to kiss.” Bruce explained as he turned to Tony with bloodshot eyes. He had been working on the plan all night and it showed.

“You unsuspecting genius.” Tony gasped.

“How is that unsuspected?” Bruce deadpanned. “I’m a certified genius. That’s why I was recruited.

“Yeah? And I’m a certified freak. 7 days a week.” Tony said as he stared at the bouquet of mistletoe. It didn’t take long for you and Peter to come out of your rooms and meet in front of the bouquet.

“Hey, Petey.” You greeted him. “What are you up to?”

“I was gonna grab a snack and then watch Dance Moms compilations.” Peter told you.

“Without me?” You pretended to be offended.

“I was gonna ask you to join.” Peter rolled his eyes sarcastically.

“I’d love to.” You smiled at him. “Let’s go.”

“Wait, is this mistletoe?” Peter realized the bouquet right as you were about to leave.

“Damn, it’s everywhere, huh?” You laughed as you touched the roses, warmed by the color.

“Do we still have to kiss of its not over our heads?” Peter wondered.

“Yes!” Bruce whispered sharply.

“You heard that too right?” Your eyes widened as you looked around for where the voice came from.

“Yeah. I thought it was my conscience.” Peter sighed in relief. Your eyes flickered from the bouquet to Peter, back to the bouquet.

“I mean, we might as well kiss.” You shrugged. “Mistletoe is still mistletoe.”

“You’re right. It would be a waste not to.” Peter nodded eagerly.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” You smiled as you pulled him into a kiss. This kiss lasted longer than usual as you both let it linger.

“The plan was smart but you only got one kiss out of it.” Tony whispered to Bruce as you and Peter went to the kitchen.

“Just wait.” Bruce told him. Some enough, you and Peter returned with an armful of snacks.

“Oh, we passed it again.” Peter said robotically, knowing you’d pass it again.

“Oops.” You said sarcastically. “I guess we have to kiss again.”

“Ugh. Every time.” Peter rolled his eyes as he pulled you towards his lips. You gripped his shirt collar and continued kissing him as you pulled him into your room.

“See?” Bruce smirked. “Certified genius.”

Down the hall, Natasha had seen the whole thing, chewing her lips as she came up with a plan.

Natasha

Natasha set her plan in motion a few days later, waiting in the kitchen for you as she stirred a bowl of muffin mix. Peter sat at the counter, reading over one of Bruce’s articles in a book. You came into the kitchen wearing an ugly Christmas sweater that matched Peters, the sight of you making Peter smile.

“Hi Nat.” You beamed at her as you took a seat next to Peter at the kitchen counter. “Whatcha making?”

“I’m making muffins with the berries from mistletoe.” Nat said cheerfully. “They should be really good.”

“You bake?” You asked curiously. “You mean they taught you culinary skills when training you to be an assassin?”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me. For example, I love ballet. We might even be getting a ballet studio in the tower soon.” She said coyly, making you and Peter exchange a suspicious glance.

“Wow. That’ll be really cool.” Peter played along, skeptically of her intentions.

“Right? Does this look okay to you guys?” Nat asked as she held the mistletoe above your head. “I can’t tell it it’s good to use or not.”

“It looks fine to me.” Peter shrugged as he looked up at it.

“Oh, silly me.” Nat clicked her tongue. “You guys are totally under it. I guess you’ll have to kiss.”

You and Peter exchanged another look before pecking each other on the lips.

“Hmm. I still can’t tell. Can you check again?” Nat asked as she held it up again.

“It still looks fine.” You told her, growing suspicious.

“And you still have to kiss.” She sighed like it was an inconvenience. You narrowed your eyes at her before kissing Peter on the cheek.

“Are you guys sure it’s okay? One more time, please.” Nat held it over your heads a final time. Peter looked at you skeptically before leaning in for a kiss. Both of you were well aware of the sneaky smile on Natashas face.

“Wait, let me see if I can find another one.” Natasha took another bunch of mistletoe out of her grocery bag and pretended to inspect it. She made a whole show of it, making it look like she simply couldn’t find out if it was okay to use. She sighed sadly and looked to you guys for help before holding it up. You and Peter laughed in disbelief before kissing on the lips.

“Wow. Did I accidentally make you guys kiss 4 times?” Nat spoke loudly, as id she was letting all the people in the tower know. “That’s a lot. Looks like we’ll be getting that ballet studio after all.”

“Yeah. That is a lot.” Thor appeared in the doorway upon hearing Natashas declaration. He eyed you and Peter with a ponderous look on his face, becoming aware that he was losing the competition.

“Oops. I just remembered that mistletoe is poisonous.” Nat finished her bit. “Guess I won’t be making these! Bye guys!”

She swiftly left the room, leaving the mistletoe on the counter. You and Peter looked at each other, equally confused about what was happening. Thor walked further into the kitchen and pretended to take interest in the mistletoe. He held it up over his head before holding it over you and Peter.

“Are you two sure this mistletoe is good for use?” He asked, stealing Nat’s idea.

“We’re not kissing for you.” Peter told him flatly.

“I never liked you anyway.” Thor stated as he dropped the mistletoe and left the kitchen. He wandered the tower until he found Pepper reading in the living room.

“Pans. I have some bad news.” Thor sighed as he laid on the couch like he was in a therapists office. “The competition your husband started is rigged.”

“Why do you say that?” Pepper wondered.

“Because I’m losing!” Thor whined. “Gods do not lose to humans. Unless it’s a contest for tiny people.”

“How many kisses have you gotten?” Pepper asked, well aware of the contest.

“0 so far.” He sighed. “Everyone else has four or five. Banner has seven!”

“So you just have to come up with a plan that blows everyone else out of the water.” Pepper shrugged.

“Like what?”

“Everyone else has gotten them to kiss, right?” Pepper asked.

“Yes.” Thor nodded.

“You can get them to date.” Pepper said like it was simple.

“Why, that’s brilliant! Thank you, Pans!” Thor cheered as he got off the couch. “You have done me well.”

“You’re welcome.” Pepper chuckled as she flipped the page.

“Wait, your husband is also in this competition.” Thor realized. “Why are you helping me?”

“Because when Tony wins something, he gets way too cocky and thinks he’s above doing any laundry or cleaning.” Pepper explained. “Someone else has to win or he’ll buy Mexico or something.”

“Thank you, lady Pans.” Thor grinned. “I will not disappoint.”

Thor

“May I come in? I’m just kidding. I am coming in regardless of your answer.” Thor chuckled as he barged into your room. You and Peter had been sitting on the bed, jumping from fear as he came in.

“Hi, Thor.” You said skeptically as Thor pulled up a chair. “Can we help you with something?”

“For the past few weeks, the Avengers have been holding a stupid contest that I am losing to see who can get you two to kiss the most.” Thor explained. “They have been using mistletoe to carry out this stupid contest.”

“Wait, what?” You and Peter looked at each other in shock. Suddenly, the strange behavior and random mistletoe sightings all made sense.

“That’s why there’s mistletoe everywhere?” You asked. “And why did you guys do this in the first place? Why us?”

“Because you two like each other.” Thor shrugged. “And everyone knows it. Except for you two. You don’t know it.”

“What?” Peter sputtered. “We do not-“

“Shh.” Thor hushed him. “Don’t talk to me. Talk to each other. You’re welcome.”

Thor smiled kindly before getting out of his chair and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

“I can’t believe they did this.” Peter groaned. “Forcing us to kiss because they think we like each other? Who comes up with that?”

“I know right?” You agreed. “How we feel about each other is none of their business.”

“Exactly. And what do they know? If I liked you, I think I would know.” Peter forced a laugh, well aware that he liked you.

“Yeah. We would know.” You nodded before looking at him skeptically. “We would know, right?”

“I don’t know.” Peter answered honestly. “It’s kinda hard to tell how I feel about you. I never know if something that happens between us is platonic or romantic.”

“Me either.” You spoke softly as you put your hand on his. “Kissing isn’t really platonic, though.”

“I guess not.” Peter chuckled as he looked at you. You stared at him for a moment, heart beating in your ears as you thought out your next step.

“Peter, do you like me?” You asked slowly, looking at him through your eyelashes.

“Um, kinda, yeah.”

“Kinda?” You laughed softly at his answer.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed and squeezed your hand. “I don’t know what to say in this situation.”

“Just tell me how you feel.” You shrugged.

“I feel like I’ve been lingering around places where the mistletoe in hopes that you’ll walk by and kiss me.” Peter confessed, looking at you with a shy smile.

“Well that’s not platonic.” You teased him, leaning into him a little.

“No, it’s not.” Peter agreed. Your eyes flicked to his lips briefly before leaning in to kiss him, pulling his face closer to yours with the hand that wasn’t holding his. He kissed you back once he got over the surprise, sitting up straighter to get closer to you.

“You don’t need mistletoe to kiss me, Petey.” You whispered once you pulled away. “You can do it whenever you want.”

“I’m gonna take you up on that.” Peter smiled softly at you.

“I hope you do.” You flirted before connecting your lips to his again. On the other side of the door, Thor had his ear pressed up against the crack, listening to every word with a huge grin.

“I am so going to win this contest.”

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MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Lessons 18-20

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T-the season finale… *sniffle* it’s been a wild ride y’all… I’ve never actually written and stuck through with something for so long, so this is a real achievement for me! I really hope you guys have enjoyed this completely weird fluffy/angsty/mildly crackhead adventure! Please enjoy the last part!

All is well, the family is back together, everyone’s fine, the school year is almost over-

Wait, the school year is almost over?

Upon realizing that, everyone settled into a state of mild panic.

MC couldn’t just leave, they were part of the family! An integral part! They were the only thing keeping everyone from murdering each other during family game night!

As for Lucifer’s personal feelings on the matter, things were… tough.

When the exchange program was announced, Lucifer expected it to end like most of Diavolo’s ideas: annoying to clean up, it certainly couldn’t have ended worse than when he and the Crown Prince ended up getting cursed to hold hands for 25 hours straight. What Lucifer didn’t expect was for a child he didn’t even know he had to end up as the human exchange student and for his entire life to be thrown out of whack. That child of his was busy finishing up their final paper of the year.

“Hey, father,” MC looked up from their paper with a cheeky smile. “Do you think that the next exchange student will be as fun as me?”

“I sincerely hope not.” Lucifer sighed, continuing to sift through his paperwork on his desk. “Your kind of ‘excitement’ has completely worn me out.”

“Aw,” MC giggled, then went back to work. “So you don’t want me to stay here then?”

Lucifer stiffened and looked up from his paperwork. “Don’t put words in my mouth, MC.”

“So you do want me to stay. Interesting~” MC said as they began to sweep the eraser shavings off their paper. “Well, if you want me to stay so badly, you could have just asked.”

“P-pardon?” Lucifer blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. “You want to stay?”

“Since you’d be so sad without me, I guess I just have to don’t I?” MC stood suddenly and slapped their finished essay on Lucifer’s desk. “The sacrifices I make for this family, I swear!”

We stand with you, MC, sacrifice your sanity for your weird-ass familia.

Anyway, Lucifer was thrilled that MC wanted to stay with him in the Devildom, the problem was… MC’s other parent may not have been too keen to just give up their baby.

You know, the demon child they raised all by themselves, with no help from Lucifer because he didn’t know MC existed…

Someone get MC’s ren on the phone! Stat!

“Alright dear little brothers of mine, listen closely because I’m not repeating this.” Lucifer looked over the living room couches at the other six rulers of hell. Belphie was sprawled out on one of the couches and was drooling all over Beel’s lap, Satan was making a point to look as disinterested as possible and kept sneaking glances at the book he was holding, and Mammon was wrestling Levi dangerously close to where Asmo was filing his nails.

Sighing in defeat, Lucifer continued. If any of his brothers misbehaved he couldn’t say he didn’t warn them. “MC‘s parent will be coming to visit.”

Everyone’s attention snapped to Lucifer. Wonderful.

“They’ll be staying for a few days and will decide if it’s in MC’s best interest to primarily stay in the Devildom from now on.”

Asmodeus slowly raised a hand. “Luciiiiiiferrrr!”

“Asmo, is your question overly personal in nature?”

The Avatar of lust brought a manicured nail to his cheek and daintily tapped it. “Mmm… I don’t think so.”

“Ask.”

“How long were you and MC’s parent dating for? Won’t it be awkward to be around your ex?”

Lucifer dragged a gloved hand down his face. “It was a one night thing.”

“Really?” Asmo knitted his eyebrows in confusion. “It wasn’t a long drawn out forbidden romance? You must have had some Olympic swimmers down there!”

“Okay!” Lucifer clapped his hands. “Add that to the list of things Asmo is not allowed to say.”

“We have to take something off the list then…” Beel said through handfuls of chips. “The list’s full.”

“Fine,” Lucifer grumbled. “He can say [CENSORED] again.”

“Yippee! [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED]”

The group collectively groaned as Asmo continued to spout his profane nonsense.

“What did I just walk in on..?” MC stood in the doorway to the living room, still in their PJs.

“Oh, MC, your parent’s coming over to stay for a few days.” Lucifer quickly explained.

MC’s face morphed from confusion to horror. “What does that have to do with [CENSORED]?!”

This house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE-

Anyway, after the initial confusion/horror, MC got really excited and rushed off to get ready. Meanwhile, the boys solemnly swore that they would be on their best behaviour!

Everyone needed to convince MC’s parent that everything in the Devildom was perfectly safe and that their little hellspawn was in good responsible hands.

Mammon tried to come up with a plan in case MC wasn’t allowed to stay with them, and let’s just say it involved kidnapping. But like- a chill kind of kidnapping where MC would be totally fine.

This idea was immediately shot down in favour of Beel’s plan B.

Beel would just… eat MC’s parent. No biggie, right?

Lucifer shot that one down the moment he heard it.

The only accepted plan for if MC wasn’t allowed to stay was just letting them go. They’d visit the Devildom. A lot. Many visits would be necessary.

So, the hour of MC’s ren’s arrival had come, and the student council assembled to greet them.

Greet the human. The completely non magical human. Greet them and then let them see the Devildom…

Was this exchange program really that good of an idea..?

MC frantically attempted to do some last minute fixes to their hair as they sat themselves down in their seat in the Assembly Hall. Ugh… stupid hair…

“Why are you so nervous?” Satan asked. “Is our visitor a neat freak basket case?”

“No!” MC huffed. “They’re not! I’m just making myself presentable so they don’t think I’ve gone completely feral down here.”

“Well, feral no, crazy, yes. Have you seen yourself lately?” Belphie snickered.

“SHUT UP BELPHIE.”

“Would you all be quiet?” Lucifer snapped. “You’re all acting like children.”

“I am a child.” MC snapped back. “What’s Belphie’s excuse?”

Belphie’s retort was cut off by the portal opening and a figure leisurely floating to the ground. They had an open parasol in their right hand that seemed to be aiding their gentle descent, and a large container full of what smelled like cookies tucked into their left side. The moment their toes touched the floor, the human gracefully closed their parasol and gave the assembled demons a sparkling smile and a polite bow.

“Thank you for allowing me the honour to visit,” the human’s voice was as soft and sweet as Cotton candy. “It’s a pleasure to officially meet the princes of hell themselves.”

:D yay!

After floating down from the sky like Mary Poppins, MC lost all sense of propriety and ran over to tackle their ren into a hug. It was that kind of thing where you really miss someone but you don’t realize exactly how much until you get to see them again.

Lucifer was, of course, the picture of elegance and “this isn’t awkward at all”-ness.

MC’s parent didn’t even seem to be all that concerned with the fact that their baby daddy was, y'know, LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR. THE MOST POMPOUS FUCKWAD IN THE DEVILDOM.

Please don’t tell him I said that, he’s still mad about the Go Fund Me…

MC was absolutely ecstatic to finally show their parent how much they’ve grown in terms of their demonic powers and all the friends they had made, but MC’s ren was more concerned with how much they had grown in terms of their height.

“You’re just so tall now,” MC’s ren giggled as they fixed their child’s hair. “You’ll get things off of shelves for me, won’t you?”

“Yeah yeah,” MC said, rolling their eyes good naturedly. “Like you can’t reach anything in your kitchen.”

“Okay,” Mammon, Satan, Levi, Belphie, and Beel were lagging behind Lucifer, MC, their parent, and Diavolo. “Change of plans, we ain’t eatin’ ‘em, we’re keepin’ ‘em.”

“We were never going to eat them in the first place, idiot.” Satan sneered. “And what’s with the change of tune? You were ready to wage war on the human world fifteen minutes ago.”

“…cookies happened.” Mammon mumbled. He had only gotten one of the human’s totally amazing offerings before Beel proceeded to eat everything. The cookie was perfect… so delicious…

“I say we keep the human.” Beel put a hand on his stomach. “I want more human world cookies.”

“They’re so cute too…” Asmo cooed. “A solid 10/10, and that’s such a rare ranking coming from the only 20/10 in existence!”

“Asmo, your vanity never ceases to make me want to roll over and-” Belphie’s insult was interrupted by him passing out and letting out a cartoonishly loud snore. It was a good thing Beel was able to quickly catch and throw Belphie over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

“Asmo has a point, they’re just so totally moe! Kawaii to the highest degree! That parasol, the homemade cookies, it’s just like something from a slice of life anime!” Levi squee-ed.

“So it’s settled, we treat ‘em nice, then we get ‘em to stay.” Mammon nodded to the rest of his brothers, who for the first time in the Demon King knows how long, his little brothers nodded back in full seriousness. They were actually doing a Mammon plan! Holy shit!

So, the brothers liked MC’s ren, what about Diavolo and Barbatos?

Well, MC’s ren had heard all about Barbatos’ amazing cooking from MC and Barb’s totally outstanding reputation, so the two got along swimmingly.

Dia. Loved. That. Human. They’re cute???? They’re sweet???? They brought COOKIES???! They don’t seem to be afraid of him at all????? Please be the exchange student next year :D

Oh yeah… he made a rule that said they couldn’t summon someone with kids… it would be cruel to rip a parent away from their child…

But apparently not a child away from their parent cough cough

Other than the uncle squad, MC’s ren got to meet the Purgatory Hall gang too!

MC was being just the most adorable tour guide, but that didn’t stop Lucifer from having a miniature heart attack any time a demon even looked at MC’s parent the wrong way. If MC’s ren got attacked or felt threatened in any way shape or form, he could say bye bye to his time with the one person in the HOL that didn’t live to make him pop a forehead vein. The human seemed outwardly unconcerned with any Devildom oddness and was amicably chatting with Diavolo while MC pulled them from place to place.

“And that’s Hell’s Kitchen, they have good sandwiches, and that’s Madame Scream’s, they have really good macarons.” MC helpfully pointed out the places as they passed them.

A much to familiar trio of voices called out from down the street. Father dammit, why were they here..?

“Hello Lucifer, what are you all up too?” Ugh… Simeon…

“From the sight of the rest of your brothers skulking about, it appears like they’re acting as bodyguards.” Solomon…

“MC? Who’s that?”

Oh good grief… that nasally little voice… the chihuahua was near… Now… Lucifer was a respectable demon… respectable demons don’t tease children in front of the parent of their child…

“Hello chihuahua.”

DAMN IT HE COULDN’T HELP HIMSELF!

“I’m not a chihuahua you demon!” Luke yapped.

MC’s parent daintily tilted their head and looked over at MC. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?”

“Right, Luke, this is my ren, ren, this is a chihuahua.” MC grinned cheekily as they gestured between the two. Lucifer suppressed a laugh which resulted in a very ugly snort. It was a good thing the sound was drowned out by Luke’s exclamations of betrayal.

The chorus of “how could you?!”s and “I thought you were over that awful nickname!”s was put to an abrupt halt when the visiting human elegantly offered a handshake to the fuming angel.

“MC spoke very highly of you,” they chirped. “It’s very nice to meet you, Luke.”

Luke blinked a few times, then quickly straightened his posture, adjusted his hat, then shook MC’s ren’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

“That’s Simeon.” MC jerked a thumb in Simeon’s direction. “And that’s Solomon.”

“Luke got a whole introduction and we get that? Come on MC, I thought we were friends.” Solomon fake pouted at MC after giving a polite nod to MC’s parent.

“We stopped being friends after one of the potions you had me test out turned me into a-” as quick as lighting, Mammon had shoved his hand into MC’s face.

“A-ah, MC’s rememberin’ stuff wrong, nothin’ potion related happened to ‘em. Right, Solomon???!”

Taking the hint from Mammon, Solomon smiled and nodded. “Nope, nothing related to turning MC into a frog for a few hours.”

“Hm, well I’m quite happy that absolutely nothing frog transformation related happened.” MC’s parent said.

“Yeah, must’ve hit their head on somethin- YEEEOW!” MC had bitten down on Mammon’s hand and slapped it away from them.

“I did not hit my head on anything!”

“Yeah,” Beel nodded. “Nothing’s hit them since the Fangol ball.”

“The what ball?” MC’s ren asked.

“The Fangol ball that hit MC a few months back and broke their glasses.” Five of the brothers slapped their hands to their foreheads.

“Oh my…”

“Eh,” MC patted their ren on the arm. “That’s nothing compared to the giant snake at the retreat.”

“Oh! Do you mind letting me tell that story, MC?”

Lucifer was frantically signalling for Diavolo to stop talking but the crown prince was already beginning his retelling of the events. Luke would chime in with an anecdote from an even worse misadventure the two had gone out on every once and a while. This… this wasn’t going well at all…

MC’s ren was… weirdly chill about the whole thing…

“Oh, it’s so nice that you’re having fun, sweetheart. That reminds me of when I was young and your aunt Clytemnestra and I would go out and have adventures.” “Really? You went on weird adventures too?” “…what kind of adventures could possibly compare to being chased by a giant snake in an underground labyrinth..?”

The side characters ended up needing to abscond for various reasons and all that was left was the brothers, MC, and MC’s parent.

They made it to the HOL without issue, which is when Lucifer remembered that he did not put all the cursed objects out of reach… shit.

“Asmo… Asmo!” “What is it?” “Take MC’s ren out of the house in half an hour, keep them occupied in the living room!” “What? Why?” “I need more time to human-proof the house! Distract them, but no funny business!” “Dear brother, for the first time in a very long time funny business is the second thing on my mind! Wait… no, it’s the third… what have I become..?”

Asmo and Satan, super graciously by the way, led MC and their ren to the living room to distract- I mean entertain them for a bit!

Lucifer and the rest of the gang got to work moving certain things around and closing certain doors- shit where was Cerberus?! Did Lucifer forget to walk him that morning?!

So much to dooooooo…

So maybe bringing a human into Majolish and letting them roam around unsupervised wasn’t the best idea Satan and Asmo had, but it sure as heck was an idea. MC looked through shelves of hairpins and bracelets while their ren disappeared around a corner to look at scarves.

“We’re doing such a great job babysitting!” Asmo clapped his hands. “If MC had just been a normal human I bet they’d last the entire year under our care.”

“Hm, you might be right.” Satan smiled and nodded. “Humans are surprisingly entertaining.”

“Yes… speaking of, where exactly is the human?”

The sudden sound of metal slamming against flesh and the delayed sound of something incredibly heavy hitting the floor jolted Asmo and Satan from their conversation.

“Honestly, some people have no fucking manners!”

It was such a different voice than what Satan and Asmo were used to that the only thing that tipped them off to it being MC’s ren was the fact that MC began to giggle. MC’s ren stepped back into view carrying a metal staff that quickly transformed back to their parasol.

Asmo and Satan rushed over to check if their defenceless little human guest was okay, only to find some lesser demon passed out on the floor with an incredibly nasty bump on the side of their head.

“I’ve heard that humans are apparently quite delicious to demons but I didn’t expect someone to actually try and eat me.”

“I-um…” Satan sputtered, looking from Asmo to MC’s parent. “We’re uh…”

“You alright, ren?” MC called from over by the bracelet shelves.

“Yes, I’m alright.” MC’s ren gave the fourth and fifth born a calming smile. “No harm done, well, except to that poor bastard. I do hope I haven’t killed him… that would be such a nasty thing for the poor sales associates to find.”

Okay so maybe the defenceless human wasn’t so defenceless. That was a good thing… right?

“So where exactly did you manage to get your hands on such a weapon..?” “Ah, I come from a family of witches. This was a college graduation present.”

…doit doit seems legit.

The four made it back home just in time, Lucifer and the others had finished human proofing the house.

Yay!

The house tour went by smoothly, everything was all well and good until Beel and Belphie asked MC’s ren to make more cookies.

Oh god dammit the human said they would.

“Oh Beel, you shouldn’t eat the cookie dough raw… the eggs and raw flour will make you sick!” “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. Besides, it’s best not to interrupt Beel while he’s eating.” “Yeah it might end like the custard incident.” “Custard… incident?” “MC and Mammon ate my custard and I ended up breaking the wall that connected to MC’s room.” “Hunger tantrums, am I right?”

After that it was Mammon and Levi’s turn to babysit. It went about as well as you’d think.

Levi explained some anime plot in an attempt to make it seem like the Devildom was totally safe and that MC and their ren could stay forever no problem, while Mammon desperately suppressed the urge to swipe the cool parasol.

Finally, it was time for the verdict. Would MC be allowed to stay in the Devildom..? Or would they go back to the human world..?

“Lucifer?”

The demon in question looked up from his paperwork and tried to nod in the most casual way possible. MC’d ren was standing in the doorway, Lucifer must have missed their knock. “Yes? Do you need something?”

MC’s ren smiled and nodded. “It’s about MC’s living situation going forward.”

Lucifer stiffened and got up from his desk. “Y-yes… what about it?”

“MC has expressed that they want to stay here full time with frequent visits to the human world.” The softness that their voice had earlier in the day was completely absent as the human stepped forward into the study and closed the door behind them. “I want to know what you think about that.”

“Well,” Lucifer cleared his throat and tried to shake off the stupid sense of nervousness that had wrapped itself around him. A weak little human’s decision should not make him so anxious! “I would like for MC to stay here as well, I think it would be best for them.”

The human raised an eyebrow and twirled their parasol in their hand. “Really now? In your year with them you truly believe you know what’s best for them?”

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “Yes. I do.”

MC’s ren went quiet for a few seconds before replying. “I see.”

“And that means..?”

“I knew this day would come, but I didn’t think it’d be so soon.” MC’s ren sighed, and for the first time all day, they actually let their exhaustion show. “I raised MC knowing that one day they’d end up in the Devildom. They’ve told me over and over again how much they like it down here…” the human took a deep breath and slowly shook their head. “If this is what they want… then I give my permission for them to stay with you.”

A wave of relief swept over Lucifer as he finally took a breath. “Thank you.”

“Mm… I’m going to have to use my favour though.”

The relief completely vanished as the Avatar of Pride’s blood ran cold. Memories flooded back from the one night the pair had spent together, the human had offered a cursed record to him that he had spent decades trying to find, in exchange, Lucifer let them have one favour. A favour from a demon was like a single pact order, Lucifer had to do literally anything this human wanted.

“Protect MC, even if it costs you your life.” The human’s words were careful and measured as Lucifer felt the order sink in. “You’ll do that for them, right Lucifer?”

Lucifer nodded as life flooded back into his limbs. “I would have done it without the order.”

So, the brother’s plan to make MC’s ren stay forever failed because they were going back to the human world with MC for summer vacation. Listen, it was needed, MC needed to see the sun lest they shrivel like a sad houseplant.

At least Lucifer technically had primary custody of his little heathen! Victory!

MC said their goodbyes to the friends they had made over the year as they prepared to leave for the next two months, it was filled with so many bone-crushing hugs that MC was surprised that their spine didn’t snap.

MC and Luke had lagged behind the much larger group as they made their way to the assembly hall. MC’s ren was dazzling the miniature crowd with stories of just how adorable MC was as a little kid. The half demon rolled their eyes and silently mourned the loss of any cool points they had gained over the year. Their little companion was oddly quiet, MC lightly nudged him and smiled.

“Aren’t you happy to be going home? You’ve been griping about being stuck down here the entire year. Don’t tell me you’re getting sappy, Luke.”

Luke puffed his cheek out and crossed his arms. “Of course I’m happy to be leaving, the Celestial Realm is the best place ever, the Devildom is completely terrible in every way.”

MC smirked and rolled their eyes again. Just let the little guy go on his rant…

“But… I am going to miss you…” Luke mumbled, MC’s eyebrows shot upwards as they turned their head to look at him. “Th-thanks for being my friend down here… MC. You’re… you’re really nice.”

To their absolute horror, MC felt a lump form in their throat. Oh dear Grandfather… the chihuahua was what broke them?! They quickly looked around to see if anyone was paying attention, then quickly pulled Luke into a hug. The hug was over as fast as it began, but it seemed that Luke didn’t particularly care and was more shocked at the sudden bout of affection.

“If anyone, and I mean anyone asks, I didn’t hug you.” MC murmured, quickly swiping at their eyes.

Luke nodded, a small smile spread across his face. “Got it!”

So the side characters left… *sniffle* everything’s okay… the DDDs work in any of the realms… they could still talk.

Soon, it was time for the final sets of goodbyes…

“Come on, Bean, we’re going to the human world!” MC tried to take the cat from Satan, who didn’t move a muscle.

“If you think you’re taking the cat from here, you’re delusional.” Satan’s smile didn’t leave his face, but the force behind his words was almost enough to make MC back off. Almost…

“My caaaaaat!” MC whined, they ended up getting lightly pushed away by Satan.

“Remember, the summer’s a good time to catch up on anime!” Levi advised. “There’s 24 hours in a day, and an average anime episode is 22 minutes long, you have loads of time!”

“I’ll keep up with my anime only if you promise to listen to the Death Note musical, Levi.” MC giggled and patted Levi on the shoulder.

“Remember MC, take care of your cuticles and your skin.” Asmo took MC’s hand and checked their fingernails. “They were an absolute mess before you got here, so I expect you to keep up your routines this summer!”

“Yeeeeeeeeeeees siiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrr.”

“Bye MC,” Beel handed MC a half opened cup of custard. “I almost ate it, but I didn’t. Make sure you don’t skip any meals this summer.

MC jumped up and gave Beel a quick hug. “Thanks Beel! I’ll be sure to enjoy the custard!”

“Bye, MC. See you next year.” Belphie stood awkwardly stiff, not exactly sure what to do. MC pursed their lips, then quickly wrapped him up in a hug.

“Bye Belphie, I hope all your pillow forts are structurally unsound.”

The avatar of sloth snickered and rested his head on MC’s. “I hope you get really comfortable and are fully ready to go to sleep, then realize you have to pee.”

MC gasped in fake offence and swatted Belphie on the arm.

Mammon put both his hands on MC’s shoulders, his face unusually serious. “Do ya remember what the great Mammon took painstakin’ effort to teach ya?”

“Payday loans are scams, witches are scary, bowline knots are the easiest to undo, don’t wear reflective sunglasses to a poker game aaaaaaaand…” MC grinned mischievously. “Any plan thought up by the Great Mammon should be subject to intense revision.”

“That’s ri- hey!” Mammon laughed and shoved MC towards Lucifer.

MC looked up at Lucifer, the pride demon looked down at them fondly. He reached out and gently ruffled their hair. “I’ll see you next year, MC.”

“Y-yeah…”

Lucifer crouched down slightly to get to their level and gave MC a smile. “I’m very proud of you, you’ve been an immense help this year. Thank you for everything.”

“Thanks for not being a stereotypical supervillain dad, father.” MC smiled softly and fixed their glasses. “Loveyoubye!”

MC turned and rushed to their ren’s side as Lucifer let out a soft chuckle.

“I love you too, MC.”

As Barbatos readied the portal to send the pair to the human world, MC couldn’t wipe the grin off their face. Geez, if this year was a metric mess of fun and insanity… what was the next year going to be like? The half demon’s grin morphed into a bit of a smirk. No way in hell their next year in the Devildom was going to be as insane as their first year.

MC almost giggled as they gave their family one last wave. That wasn’t the time to think about the future, besides, MC knew that it would take two insane chaotic humans to be summoned into the Devildom to even come close to the chaos MC managed to create, both on purpose and by accident.

And what were the odds of that happening?

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Authors Note: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ITS DONE SEASON ONE IS DONE!

I wasn’t able to fit the Anti Lucifer League stuff into this one, I’ll put it in a separate fic later!

I NOW NEED TO WORK ON GETTING THROUGH SEASON 2 IN THE ACTUAL GAME. To get mildly serious for a second, thanks to everyone who has stuck around to listen to me spout my fic-y nonsense, you all are nerds (affectionate) and I love you.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #Obey me Headcanons #Obey me fic #Obey me! Headcanons #Obey me MC #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #obey me beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #obey me leviathan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Satan #Obey me Luke

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lostinthewiind · 3 years

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I don’t know if you write for them as well, but could I request a poly fic for Reki, Langa and the reader and maybe them explaining them explaining their relationship to Langas and/or Rekis mom after being caught cuddling together? Thank you in advance and sorry, if you don’t write for them.

Polyamorous Relationship w/ Reki & Langa: Three's a Crowd

A/N: my first request for Reki and Langa! I'm so excited because I love those boys with my whole heart; they deserve the world! So excited to write this!

Rating: PG13

Warnings: use of the term "slut", complex teenage relationships/sexuality discussed

Flopping over onto your back on the bed, you stretched your arms and legs out and let out a loud yawn. You, Reki, and Langa had been working on homework ever since the three of you had arrived at Langa's house after school and you were starting to get mentally exhausted.

"I'm done!" you exclaimed, shutting your eyes and exhaling.

Peeking at you from where he was lying on the floor, Reki cocked a brow at you. "You finished all of it?"

"No." You shook your head. "I'm just done. My brain hurts. If I do any more I think I might die."

"Good enough for me!" Reki closed his textbook as well and stopped doing his homework too.

Sighing from his spot at his desk, Langa turned in his desk chair to face the two of you. "We have to have this done for tomorrow. You do know that, right?"

"Yes, obviously." You rolled your eyes. "I'm going to do the rest later. I just need a break."

"Exactly. Break time!" Reki stood up from the floor and promptly fell down on top of you on Langa's bed, crushing you and pushing the air out of your lungs in the process. "I'll finish later too."

Langa scoffed. "Y/N I believe . . . but Reki, we all know you'll forget about it tonight and end up scrambling to finish as the teacher goes around collecting it tomorrow morning."

"He does have a point," you wheezed out, trying your hardest to push Reki off of your stomach.

Reki frowned and stuck his bottom lip out dramatically. "You guys are so mean to me." He adjusted himself on top of you so his face was hovering right above yours. "I expected this from Langa, but you, Y/N? I thought you loved me."

You forced out a laugh as you cupped his face with your hands. "I do love you, but that doesn't mean you don't have faults, Reki. I love you despite your faults, and one of your faults is procrastination."

He furrowed his brows, his face scrunching up in thought. "I can't tell if that was a compliment or not."

"The gist was that you're loved," Langa muttered as he continued working away at the homework one question at a time, trying his best to ignore the two of you.

Reki's eyes lit up at that. "Well, good!" He smiled as he cupped your face with his hands in return and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

Immediately, your cheeks turned red and you averted his gaze. Things between the three of you were still relatively new and you were still working out how a relationship with three people worked, exactly. The fact that neither one of you had ever really had a serious relationship before only made things more complicated.

Noticing your reaction, Reki brushed the pads of his thumbs over your cheeks. "Sorry," he apologized. "I should have asked before I kissed you."

"No, it's okay," you assured him, a soft smile on your face as you did so. "I'm just not used to it yet, especially since our relationship isn't exactly . . . normal."

"I know." Reki hugged you tight and buried his face in your neck, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there. "Did you tell your parents yet?"

You shook your head as your heart began to pound nervously. "No. Did you?"

"Not yet," he mumbled into your neck. "Every time I try to, one of my siblings is around and I abort mission."

Craning your neck, you looked over at Langa. "Did you tell your mom yet, Langa?"

Only half-listening to the conversation, Langa perked at his name but tilted his head quizzically at the inquiry. "Did I tell my mom what?"

"About us," Reki clarified. "The three of us being together."

"Oh." He seemed to grow nervous about the topic as well. "Not yet. Soon."

Finally rolling off of you, Reki laid on his back and pulled you into his side, his arm wrapped around you and your head resting on his chest. "If only we were adults and didn't have to worry about the approval of our parents."

"Yeah," Langa agreed, thoroughly distracted from his homework now, his mind running a mile a minute while he thought about the current predicament. The three of you had to be careful when you went over to each others' houses, trying your best to convince everyone that you were just close friends and nothing more.

Cuddling and kissing were usually reserved for late nights when the sun went down, the lights were turned off, and the three of you hid behind the excuse of watching a movie together. Funnily enough, watching a movie together and cuddling had been how the three of you had discovered your feelings for one another.

"Speaking of that, you two should be careful." Langa gestured to the way you and Reki were holding each other on his bed. "What if my mom walks in?"

"Yeah, you're right," Reki sighed. "I just feel like we never get to be together how we want . . . we're worried about what our parents will think at home and worried about what everyone else will think at school. Nevermind the fact that Langa and I are gay, or, bisexual I guess . . . but polyamory? We'd never hear the end of it."

You exhaled slowly, cuddling closer to Reki. "They'd probably call me a slut for having two boyfriends."

Standing from his chair, Langa walked over to the bed and laid down with you and Reki, forgetting about all of his usual paranoid worries for the time being. "You're not a slut," he told you, wrapping his arms around you as well. "And who cares what anyone else thinks anyway, right? As long as we're happy and we're not hurting anyone else, that's all that matters."

Relishing in the feeling of having your two favourite people on either side of you, you started feeling the stress fade away and your body relax from its usual tense state. "I wish we could stay like this forever."

Before either Reki or Langa had the chance to respond, the bedroom door suddenly swung open and Langa's mom poked her head into the room. "Langa, are you friends staying for dinner or-" She stopped talking as soon as she saw the three of you tangled up in one another on the bed.

Immediately, the three of you jumped away from each other, the stress that had just left filling your body once more. Completely caught off guard since Langa's mom usually knocked first before opening the door, neither one of you knew how to explain away what she had just seen.

"M-mom!" Langa was standing on the opposite side of the room now while you and Reki stood on either side of the bed. "Why didn't you knock?"

Langa's mom eyed the three of you, quickly noticing the flushed faces and obvious nerves radiating off of you. Even if she hadn't thought anything of what she had seen at first, she definitely suspected something now with how the three of you were acting.

"I apologize," she said, pushing the door open all the way and standing in the doorway. "Langa, dear, do you have something you want to tell me?"

Fiddling nervously with his fingers, Langa turned to look at you and Reki, trying to gauge your reactions and decide whether he should tell the truth or try to pull off some sort of lie; but both you and Reki were completely useless as you stared down at the floor and shifted anxiously.

"Langa?" His mom prompted once more.

Finally meeting his mother's gaze, Langa drew in a deep breath. "Can you promise not to be mad?"

Langa's mother quirked a brow quizzically. "You're starting to worry me, honey. Just tell me what's got you so flustered."

"Well . . . u-um," Langa stumbled over his words, completely unsure how he was supposed to just come out and say it. "Well, Mom . . . Reki, Y/N, and I aren't . . . aren't just friends."

Langa's mother folded her arms over her chest and took a minute to process what she had just heard. "I'm sorry, I don't think I understand what you're trying to tell me."

Deciding to rescue Langa from having to ride solo on this, you stepped over to him and took his hand in yours. "Mrs. Hasegawa, Langa and I are dating," you told her.

"Oh, I see." Langa's mom's face flashed with understanding, but then she looked over at Reki, no doubt wondering how he fit into all of this.

"And I'm dating Y/N." Reki stood on the other side of you.

Langa nodded. "And I'm also dating Reki."

The understanding that had once been visible on Langa's mom's face had completely vanished after the three of you had elaborated. "S-so . . ." She paused as she tried to fit all the pieces together in her head. "So the three of you are all dating each other? Is that right?"

"Y-yes," Langa confirmed. "We know people will think it's weird but it's just what makes us happy and I just . . . just please don't be mad."

"Mad?" Langa's mother seemed offended at the insinuation that she could ever be mad at her son for, for lack of a better term, coming out to her more or less. "Oh, dear, I could never be mad at you for who you love."

Before either of you had the chance to process how well that conversation had just gone, Langa's mother was striding over to the three of you and pulling you all into a hug. "All that matters is that you're happy and healthy," she told Langa before looking to you and Reki. "And the same goes for the two of you. I don't know what your parents have said about this, but just remember that being happy and healthy is all that matters."

"Y-you're really okay with this?" Happy tears began to well in Langa's eyes. It was clear that he was overjoyed and shocked that his mother had been so accepting so easily.

Placing her hands on her son's face, Langa's mother smiled at him. "Of course, I am. Is it a little confusing for me? Sure. Do I know much about being in a polyamorous relationship? No. But if the three of you have discovered that this is what makes you happy, as I'm sure you have since you're all old enough to make your own decisions and know what's best for you, then I'm happy as well."

"Thank you!" Langa hugged his mom tightly, silent sobs escaping him as all the worry he had been carrying around for weeks dissipated and he was flooded with relief.

"I'll always love you, no matter what," Langa's mom told him as she glanced at you and Reki, who were starting to tear up as well. "Do your parents know as well?"

You and Reki shook your heads. "No, not yet," you said in unison.

"Well, I hope they are understanding," she told you. "And just know that the three of you are always welcome here."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hasegawa." Reki wrapped his arms around you and held you tight as you cried as well. "Really, thank you so much. We were all scared that everyone would think we were weird or gross."

"People are often scared of things that they think are different," Langa's mom explained to the three of you. "But that doesn't mean there is anything wrong with being different. I won't lie and say that everyone will be understanding, but the world is changing . . . don't assume the worst from people just yet; they might surprise you."

With that, Langa let go of his mother and engulfed you and Reki in a hug. Finally, the three of you had safe space where you could be together and not worry about judgmental people looking in on your relationship.

Overjoyed and unable to control his excitement, Reki planted kisses on both you and Langa—marking the first time either of you had dared show affection in front of someone outside of the relationship.

Hopefully, the first of many.

#sk8 the infinity #SK8 #lostinthewiind #fluff #polyamorous relationship with reki and langa #kyan reki #hasegawa langa #langa #reki #reader insert #fic request #x reader #polyamory #polyamorous relationships

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things-we-cant-say · 3 years

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pretty little liar

Pairing: Ten x Female!Reader

Summary: In order to get your annoying ex off your back, you tell a little white lie that takes an unexpected turn.

Genre: College!AU

Warnings: Smutty smut, dirty dancing

Word Count: 4,867

A/N: Unable to withstand Ten’s power any longer, I had to start writing about him…or a version of him anyway. Hope someone out there enjoys my first dip into the ~imagines~ pond. ☺️

The party was in full swing by the time you and your best friend Amy arrived, the music so loud it could be heard down the street. It was a wonder the cops hadn’t broken it up yet but hey, the night was still young. Ducking through the arched doorway with Amy hot on your heels, you let her guide you into the foyer where you both stopped to take in the scene. The place was packed with people dancing, drinking and laughing—everyone apparently having a great time. Which was perfect for you because all you wanted to do was blow off a little steam and pretend you hadn’t spent the day fantasizing about committing the perfect murder.

You enjoyed school for the most part and you enjoyed your classes, but really you couldn’t wait for it all to just be over. Two extra years and your master’s degree in linguistics was almost within your grasp. You still weren’t one hundred percent what you planned to do with it (teaching was definitely out) but either way you were ready to dive into the real world. To no longer be stressed out about exams and papers and boring ass professors that constantly seemed to have a stain on their tie.

And to get far, far away from your stupid ex, Adam.

“Uh oh you have murder face,” Amy said as she peeped around to look at you. “What’s wrong?”

You shrugged. “Just in my head I guess.”

Amy hummed. “I get it. That’s why we are here though! To get fucked up and do something we regret in the morning.”

You laughed. “Guess we’re Uber-ing home.”

She grinned and grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to a table loaded with different types of alcohol. The guy ‘tending bar’ as it were winked as you two approached. “What can I get you for?”

“Something with alcohol but where we can’t taste the alcohol!” Amy exclaimed happily. “Oh! And if you’ve got any little umbrellas I’d like one of those too.”

He did finger guns and proceeded to cook something up in two red cups, sticking in two pink umbrellas when he was done. You and Amy took your drinks and after a cursory sniff, took a sip. The tequila wasn’t as strong as with a single shot but you could still detect it just not enough to make you stop drinking. Unlike Amy you didn’t plan to get completely fucked up but you weren’t going to say no to a nice buzz.

Cups in hand you migrated onto the dance floor and fell in with everyone else, bopping to the beat and scream chatting over the loud music.

“I really needed this!” Amy yelled. “Statistics is kicking my cute little ass!”

“I know what you mean!” You shouted. “But hey! Soon we’ll be done and actual jobs will be kicking our cute little asses!”

Laughing, Amy bounced up and down, sending her blonde hair flying. “Is that why you’ve been so grumpy lately? Or is it…he who shall not be named?”

With a sigh you took a big sip of your strawberry margarita. “Yeah. He keeps fucking calling me and leaving me these stupid ass messages, apologizing and shit. I’ve blocked him but he just uses someone else’s phone.”

Amy’s eyes stretched wide. “That’s like stalker behavior! Or maybe he really is sorry for what he did.”

You snorted. “Sorry for having sex with his ex in the backseat of my car? As far as I am concerned he can take his ‘sorrys’ and shove them so far up his ass they come out his mouth as safaris!”

Amy choked a little on her drink, hitting you hard on the arm in admonishment after she stopped coughing. “I hate you! I could have died!”

Her words made you smirk. “But did you? No but for real, fuck Adam. Fuck Adam and anyone who even looks like Adam!”

“Woo!” Amy threw both hands up into the air, yelping as liquid sloshed down onto her head. “Oh shit! Drink emergency I’ll be right back!”

Before you could say anything, she turned and hurried back towards the drink table. Alone in the middle of a dancing crowd, you didn’t know whether you should slink over to a corner or just keep dancing. That last thing you wanted was some random dude trying to groove with you. Of course if you decided to hold up the wall nothing would stop some random dude from trying to hit on you either. At a bit of a loss you drained the rest of your drink and did a I don’t really know anyone two step, hoping Amy would return soon.

The tequila settled nice and warm in your stomach, making you feel more at ease. Most of the people at the party were from your school but not ones you associated with on like, a daily basis. Sure you recognized a few faces from the library or cafeteria but there was no one you’d had more than a surface conversation with.

And then your eyes landed on him. Ten.

Ten was a…different sort of person altogether. He was the kinda guy CW shows thought actually existed in college, except he was very real. And very much fucking gorgeous in that unattainable way CW shows also loved. However, that sort of did him a disservice because as far as you knew, he was just a decent guy who happened to be able to do some pretty awesome things.

For example, he was an amazing dancer. The kinda dancer that just freaking mesmerized you when he moved. Had you wondering how in the hell had he taught his body to do that shit? One minute he was in total sync with everyone else and the next he was performing his solo and blowing your mind. He’d done some show a few months ago with a friend and you’d nearly flipped out of your chair watching him work. The body rolls, the attitude, the way he’d just commanded the stage…whew. Was it possible to be a fan of someone who wasn’t famous?

Then there was his art; things he designed himself or drew from memory. Art class was essentially where you’d sorta came to be acquaintances with him. You weren’t exactly good at drawing but you liked it enough that you wanted to improve, plus it helped you de-stress after particularly hard days. Ten on the other hand excelled and just like with dancing, it was interesting to watch his process. He’d described himself as a sensory artist so he wasn’t always as concerned with the end product as the professor sometimes wanted him to be. From your eye though he’d yet to create anything that wasn’t remarkable. In fact, more than once you’d wanted to ask him to design a tattoo for you, but felt it would be kinda weird. He had no idea what you were into after all. So far your conversations with him had consisted of colors and that one time he’d asked to borrow one of your brushes.

You were pretty sure he’d sold something to an art gallery.

Anyway so Ten could dance and he could draw and he could sing and he was fluent in several languages; as far as you knew the only thing he was kind of shit at was cooking. But who hadn’t set a class kitchen on fire once or twice? Or three times…

If he were an asshole—well people would probably still crush on him—you’d count that as a major flaw and want to keep your distance. But the kicker was that he could do cool things and he was nice. Dorky even especially when it came to cute animals. Was always posting pictures of himself at the animal shelter playing with the kittens and the puppies, or just acting like an idiot with friends. Yet it was that confidence that made him seem untouchable, and also made him sexy as fuck. More than once you’d fantasized about biting his Adam’s apple.

Heh.

Shaking your head, you fanned lightly at your face with both hands. Maybe stepping outside for some fresh air would be a good idea.

“Y/N!” Amy nearly tripped over her pretty sandals in her hurry to get back to you. “Weewoo weewoo weewoo!”

“Um…”

She grabbed your shoulder. “It’s a police siren! We have a code red situation here, I repeat a code red! Adam just walked in!”

“What?” You blinked and immediately looked towards the doorway, brows narrowing when you saw she was right.

Standing there in a white t-shirt in his formerly handsome glory was your ex-boyfriend, Adam. Once upon a time you’d thought the world of him; thought he was the kinda guy you could probably marry someday. The kinda guy you’d introduced your family to. Turns out he was the kind of guy that hooked up with his ex in your car repeatedly until finally being caught in the act. Sure it had been gratifying to make him and her walk home half naked but it had done nothing to quell the pain left behind. Thankfully though your pain quickly turned to anger and now you usually focused on not murdering him when he popped up. There was a lot you could forgive but cheating was firmly in the do not cross zone. Everything you’d felt for him evaporated the moment you saw him with her.

And he’d promised he was over her. Lying piece of shit, you thought to yourself.

“What the hell is he doing here?! Does he even know anyone here?” you asked with a frown.

“I dunno!” your friend said slowly. “It’s possible, big campus and all. Do you want me to help you climb out of the bathroom window?”

“Yeah my boobs aren’t fitting through one of those skinny ass windows,” you replied wryly. “Though to be honest I’m almost willing to risk it. C’mon let’s—”

It was too late. Adam spotted you like an arrow searching for its target, eyes registering shock and then elation. He reached you in three quick strides, opening his arms for a hug that he was damned crazy to expect. “Y/N. Wow you—you look amazing. I’m so glad we ran into each other.”

You huffed. “I’m not. I told you we’re over Adam. Or does me blocking your calls not get the message across?”

He exhaled deeply. “Look I know I messed up but I’m sorry. Classes were just really tough and—and Lucy and I would reminisce about old times…”

“Do I look like I give a shit? You cheated on me and we’re over.” The lie came so easily. “Besides, I’ve moved on.”

“Yeah!” Amy poked him in the chest. “She’s moved on so suck it!”

Adam arched a brow. “You’ve moved on?” He sounded skeptical and that made your blood boil. “Since when? And with who?”

You’d once heard that Hippocrates came up with the saying drastic times call for drastic measures though it wasn’t something you’d be willing to bet money on. However, standing there with your ex eying you like he just knew you were lying brought a whole new meaning to the idiom. You would one hundred percent be damned before giving him the satisfaction of gloating.

Tequila’s kicking in…

Without missing a beat, you put a hand on your hip and motioned to Ten. “Him. I’m seeing him.”

Amy made a sound like a cat having its tail stepped on while Adam gaped at you. “What? I—no. No way. You’re totally lying. I’ve seen the people he’s dated and you’re not his type at all.”

This bitch.

Twirling on your black heels, you strolled across the room to where Ten sat in an arm chair, chatting with a few of his friends. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you straddled his lap and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I know this is awkward as fuck—I’m so sorry—but if you just play along I will owe you big time. I’ll give you anything. You need a kidney? You can have a kidney.”

Ten’s friends had gone mute and as you sat back to gauge his reaction—or to possibly be thrown off of him—you bit your full bottom lip. His dark eyes were watching you calculatingly, his own lips pursed together like you were a riddle he needed to solve. Up close he was utterly breathtaking, all smooth skin and silky black hair that fell artfully across his forehead. He smelled incredible.

And then he spoke.

“There you are baby,” he said wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’ve been looking for you.”

That was when you figured you owed him your first born but it was fine. “Well, you found me. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

He chuckled. “You’re worth waiting for.”

His friends still looked confused though they didn’t have time to voice their opinions. Adam stalked over seconds later like a man on a mission. “So it’s true? You and Y/N are together?”

Ten tilted his head to the side and you saw the moment the lightbulb went off for him. “Yeah we’re together.”

Adam huffed. “Since when? For how long? Where did you two meet?”

Ten smirked. “Are you taking a survey or something?” He brushed his lips across your jaw, making you shiver. “The only thing that matters is that she’s mine. Let’s dance, Y/N.”

“I would love to,” you replied with a smile. You were also grateful he’d remembered your name.

You climbed off of his lap and took his hand, sending Adam a you thought look before pulling Ten out into the thick of the crowd. Your heart was beating a mile a minute but you felt too giddy to pay much attention to it. Plus, you knew Adam was watching you like a hawk and you didn’t want to let on how nervous you actually were. If he found out you were lying he’d never leave you alone and consider you pathetic to boot. Besides the nice buzz that was finally creeping down your spine told you everything would be fine. How could it not be?

Ten’s hands settled low on your hips and he gave you a little tug, pulling your back to his chest. You fit rather perfectly with him, his chin brushing the top of your head. Picking a rhythm in the song that thumped with bass, you began to move together. You rolled your ass against him and leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder, focusing on his breath as it ghosted across your neck. A silver of light wouldn’t have been able to get between you.

Normally you wouldn’t have dared to do something like this with a near stranger but your desire to make your ex suffer was bigger than your nerves. Besides Ten appeared to be all in on the ruse; his body twisting and curving in sync with yours, fingers on his right hand sliding up between your breasts to wrap lightly on your throat. His teeth nipped at your earlobe and you gasped. Reached around to his side to clasp his shirt for an anchor. You heard him chuckle and suddenly you were spun away from him only to be reeled back in, this time face to face.

The room felt like it was two hundred degrees. You weren’t exactly wearing much—a slinky black dress with tiny ties at the hem—but even that seemed too much. Without missing a beat though you and Ten continued to grind with one another, his thigh just barely pushed between your own. Every time you swayed forward to meet him the denim of his jeans rubbed deliciously against you, sending sparks sprinting through your veins. Both of his hands were on your ass as if helping to guide you, and as you met his gaze you couldn’t help but bite your lip at what you saw there. Desire, lust, hunger—no one had ever looked at you like that before. Like they could just devour you and still not have enough of you.

It made you feel powerful.

You grinned and wrapped an arm around his neck, fingers giving his hair a little tug. He hissed and lowered his head so that he could mouth at your bare shoulder, hands squeezing your ass so hard it nearly hurt. You weren’t sure when you started to get wet—maybe it was the moment you sat on his lap or he decided to play along with your dumb stunt—but you could tell it now. Your panties were sticking to you, your skin was on fire and it was becoming difficult to think straight. Honestly however you didn’t want to think at all, especially not if it meant not being in Ten’s orbit.

“Ten,” you whispered into the skin under his jaw.

He hummed, the sound vibrating through your body. You plastered your hand to his chest and pulled it down, nails catching on the thin material of his shirt until they were brushing along the zipper on his jeans. You gave him a quick squeeze—he was hard and straining—and he cursed loudly. Between one second and the next he was dragging you down a dimly light hallway, past kissing couples and one guy passed out drunk in the doorway of someone’s room. He swung you both into the first vacant room he came to; a lavish bathroom at the very back of the house. The door was closed with a swift thump and the lock clicked shut.

You licked your lips as he crowded you back into the counter, looking down at you with a tiny smirk. That part of your brain that yammered on about bad decisions was surprisingly quiet, so you figured it was beyond okay to pull him down for a kiss. As with most of the stuff he did, Ten was a damn good kisser. His mouth was soft and warm, his tongue playful and coaxing. He kissed you like he’d been waiting to kiss you for a long time. Until it grew deep and sensual. Until you were both panting with the need for air but neither wanting to let go of the moment.

With a gasp you tilted backwards a bit, your knees suddenly weak. “Fuck me,” you said absently.

“Can I?” Ten asked, chest heaving. “Can I fuck you?”

“God yes,” you replied, already pulling your dress up until it hitched around your waist.

Ten hooked his thumbs onto the band of your pink panties and slid them down your legs, laying them next to the sink. He looked you over with that same eye he used for his art but you could tell he liked what he saw. You grabbed his hand and brought it between your legs, spreading them wider for him. Two of his fingers slipped inside of you without any resistance to find you damp and aching, already so hot for him. He started a lazy rhythm—in and out, in and out—like he was in no hurry at all. Like he wasn’t driving you crazy all the way down to the tips of your toes.

He kept his eyes locked onto yours as he touched you, lips slightly parted like he couldn’t believe this was happening. That rang true for both of you. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d ever really be friends with Ten, let alone about to hook up with him. It was like you’d stumbled into some alternate universe.

Bringing his free hand up to your cheek, he smoothed his thumb across your lips, pressing lightly until you let him in. You sucked his thumb into your mouth and gave it a little nip, smiling when he smirked. When he deemed it wet enough, he pressed it to your clit and you moaned, your hips stuttering upward with a will of their own. He began a firm massage, working your clit this way and that, fingers still thrusting in their maddening motion. Of course he’d be great with his hands. Of course he’d be able to play your body like a finely tuned instrument.

Pressure started to build low in your stomach. “I—I’m…”

“Turn around.” Ten took a step back and made a show of sucking his fingers into his mouth, tongue darting out to lick between them like he wanted to savor every drop.

You whimpered but did as he requested, your eyes finding his in the wide silver mirror. You watched as he unzipped his pants and pushed them along with his dark colored briefs down to the floor. You hadn’t seen him pull out a condom but he had one; ripping open the packaging with his perfectly straight teeth before rolling it onto his hard cock. It was a delicious looking thing you had to admit, long and thick with a slight curve. If you’d had the time you would have gladly went to your knees for him.

A low breath shuddered out of Ten’s lungs as he pushed inside of you, his hands gripping your waist so strongly you were bound to have a few bruises later. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

It had been a while since Adam and nobody after him until now.

When he assumed you’d adjusted to the size of him, he pulled nearly out before driving back inside of you. You moaned and pushed back to meet his thrusts, feeling the pleasure shattering through you. Your breasts bounced as he moved and he reached a hand forward, tugging down the top of your dress so that he could cup one. He rolled your nipple between his fingers and pinched, bending over you so that he could bite down onto the tender skin of your shoulder. The motion sent him even deeper and you both groaned at the feeling.

“Te—Ten,” you stammered, losing your train of thought when he rolled his hips liked he did on the dance floor. “Oh fuck! Fuck!”

The picture you made in the mirror was a very erotic one; you could see every single expression on Ten’s handsome face. The utter enjoyment he was obviously finding in fucking you was written all over it; there was nowhere for it to hide. His head was tipped back, eyes fluttering closed only to pop back open so that he could watch himself shove into you over and over again. He had you up on your tip toes, nose just an inch from the mirror itself. He was always sexy but tonight that word took on a whole new meaning.

All you could do was try to give as good as you got.

You slapped a hand onto the sink to steady yourself and clenched around him, reveling in the low whine that escaped his throat. It kinda sounded like your name.

And then he was pulling all the way out, dick bouncing as he stumbled backwards. You blinked in confusion. “Wh--what’s wrong?”

Ten ran his fingers through his hair. “C’mon. I want you to ride me.”

He sat down on the closed toilet seat lid and you straddled him without a second thought, sinking down onto his dick with a full body shudder. With your dress around your waist and your breasts jiggling in his face as you bounced up and down on his cock, he traced his tongue around your nipple before lightly biting down. You tangled your fingers in his hair and panted out his name, letting out a squeak when his palm connected with your ass for a hard slap. Planting his feet on the floor, he leaned you backwards a bit as he drove into you repeatedly, eyes watching how well your pussy took him.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your collarbone. “Gorgeous—you feel so good.” He bit you again, this time on the side of your neck. “So good.”

With one hand on his shoulder to brace yourself, you rose up and let yourself come down hard over and over again, feeling him pound so deep it was almost criminal. Had the music not been so loud you knew exactly what you would have heard; the sound of skin hitting skin as Ten fucked you like he owned you. Just for tonight, maybe he did.

You weren’t sure how long it went on but when you came it still managed to take you by surprise. Your body lit up like a Christmas tree from the inside out and you cried out Ten’s name, clenching around him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. He muttered a drawn out fuuuuck and pinched your clit with this thumb and forefinger, making you jerk so hard you nearly tumbled off his lap.

“Ah! Ten!” You shouted as he kept it up. “I—no—oh god—”

Your pussy tightened around him again and he shivered, thrusts growing erratic as he came with a grunt. You trembled through a second orgasm almost in disbelief—usually the only thing that could get you off twice in a row was hidden under your bed in a shoe box.

Seconds later you flopped against him, attempting to catch your breath. He was still rolling his hips just a tiny bit, making all the too sensitive areas ping.

“Whoa,” he said breathlessly, wrapping both arms around your waist. “That was…”

You chuckled softly. “Yeah…” Chancing a look at him, you admired the way strands of his dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He was glistening, shirt sticking to his chest. He smelled like hints of your perfume and you smelled like hints of his cologne. It was all so intimate.

Reluctantly you sat back and gazed at him, wondering if things were about to get awkward. But Ten just smiled and ducked his head a little, a barely there blush creeping up into his already flushed cheeks. It was so adorable you couldn’t have resisted kissing him if you tried. From the way he melted into you, he’d had the same idea.

After a few minutes of just enjoying the feel of his lips against yours, you forced yourself up off of him. Your legs shook; you had to grab the counter to keep from tripping in your heels. You could already tell you’d still feel him tomorrow and the thought made you kinda dizzy, but in a good way. Blinking at your reflection—your hair was a dark mess—you knew there was no way you’d be able to hide the love bites that adorned your skin. They stood out stark red and purple like a bruise.

Ten remained slouched on the toilet for a couple of moments before removing the condom and tossing it into the trash. He dabbed at his dick with a handful of toilet paper, and then pulled up his underwear and jeans. “So…can I ask you something?”

You fixed your dress. “Sure.”

“Who was that guy?” he inquired with a grin. “The one you obviously wanted to get away from.”

Oh shit you’d forgotten all about Adam! “Oh he—he’s my dumb ex. He jumped stupid at me and I—I wanted to show him that he’s an idiot. That I’m totally over him. I—I’m sorry for getting you involved.”

He laughed as he patted down his hair. “No complaints from my end. I think he got the message though.” Reaching behind you he handed you your panties. “Don’t wanna forget these.”

It was ridiculous to be embarrassed considering what you’d both just done, but you couldn’t help it. You took them from him and pulled them on, keeping your eyes on the ground. “Thanks… Look Ten—”

“I’m hungry,” he said interrupting you. “Have you ever had grilled dried pollack?”

“Um yeah once I think,” you replied uncertainly. “It was pretty tasty.”

Ten motioned behind him. “I know a place that makes it if you wanted to go. And…maybe afterwards we could just hang out. Talk.”

That sounded amazing. “I’d love to. But…”

He picked up on your meaning. “Y/N I sit next to you in all of our art classes. I make conversation with you for no reason. Do you really think I of all people forget my brushes? Honestly I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while but you’ve always seemed…disinterested.”

You were dumbstruck by his admission. “Me?! That’s just my face! You’re the unattainable ingénue or whatever!”

Ten chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “Oh please the only thing standing between me and being a serious cat dad is having an apartment that allows animals. However, this conversation is pointless. You owe me and I’m collecting…if that’s okay?”

You huffed but couldn’t stop grinning. “It’s perfect.”

The walk from the bathroom to the living room had everyone staring with a few people letting out loud whistles. Adam had disappeared but Amy was there to give you a big thumbs up. You promised to call her later and then let Ten pull you outside into the warm night air, your fingers happily entwined with his.

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doeilovr · 3 years

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WAYV’S REACTION WHEN THEY FIND OUT THEIR CRUSH LIKES THEM TOO

request: hi hi can you please do a reaction where wayv overhears their crush talking to another member about how they like them? I would love to see this page grow! so I hope you don't mind this request! have a great day!

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YANGYANG ・･ﾟﾟ･｡

☆ you brought coffee for all the boys to enjoy during their break, all of them busy learning a new dance

☆ YangYang just came back from the bathroom, silently entering the dance studio, when he overheard something, “he is pretty cute”, you said to Hendery and YangYang was pretty sure this wasn’t even referring to him

☆ “do you really think YangYang would like me too?” And when he heard that it was for sure. You, his crush, the most beautiful person in his eyes, the light of his life.. you liked him back

☆ and suddenly YangYang knew what he had to do. He was gonna ask you out, now, finally.. and he was excited!

XIAOJUN ・･ﾟﾟ･｡

☆ Xiaojun couldn’t believe it when he opened the door and you stood on the other side.. he wasn’t wearing a shirt and on his way to take a shower.. god how embarrassed he was

☆ he was pretty sure he was somehow cursed, because ever since his heart decided it was you, everything went wrong. He was always doing something weird around you by accident and after knowing you for so long he never got a chance to tell you how he felt either

☆ so when he walked past Lucas’ room and overheard you saying “I was so embarrassed”, he was pretty sure it couldn’t get any worse.. but somehow he still stopped and eavesdropped for a bit

☆ “my heart flutters whenever I see him, Lucas”, fell from your lips and Xiaojun suddenly knew that everything had its reasons and the time would come for him to confess. Maybe sooner than expected!

HENDERY ・゜･｡

☆ Hendery was on his way to meet up with you in the park. You often hung out together nowadays, as you shared the same interests and maybe also because he had the fattest crush on you

☆ he wouldn’t confess though.. not yet at least, but maybe one day. He had already spotted you sitting on a bench and walked so he could sneak up to you from behind, but as he got closer, he realized you were talking on the phone

☆ “I don’t know, Kun, I shouldn’t tell him how I feel. I don’t want to lose him as a friend”, you were saying and Hendery stopped in his tracks.. this was exactly how he felt about you.. but wait , did you like someone already?

☆ a part of him wanted to turn around and leave, but the other part of him wanted to stay just a little longer. “You’re right, Hendery wouldn’t hurt anyone. I should confess.” And at that his jaw almost dropped.. you liked him? HIM?

☆ Hendery almost froze in place, but quickly got back to reality as soon as he saw you turn to the side a bit.. threatening to see him standing there. He called out your name, pretending as if he just arrived and felt his heart flutter even more, now that he knew his feelings were mutual. This felt like a dream come true!

LUCAS・．｡･ﾟﾟ

☆ Lucas wasn’t really into clubbing, but since you had invited him to hang out with your mutual friends, he couldn’t say no. It was you after all.

☆ He tried all evening to talk to you and get to know you better, but it turned out to be a lot harder.. the music was just too loud and there were so many people. After getting drinks for both of you, he returned to your private booth in the back of the club.

☆ You were sitting with Sicheng and Xiaojun, and yelling very loudly about how you were in love or something. Maybe Lucas heard it wrong. He walked closer, hearing your words a bit clearer now. “Lucas is so perfect, I don’t know if I even have a chance with him”, you shouted towards your two friends. Lucas almost tripped, what did he just hear?

☆ Before anyone could notice him listening in on your conversation, he walked up to the table, placing the drinks down and sitting next to you. “A pretty drink for a pretty person”, he smiled, handing you the pink cocktail. You accepted it thankfully, looking deep into Lucas’ eyes. “What?” Lucas shrugged, lost in your beauty and the moment. “We should dance”, he quickly said, feeling like this evening was gonna take a different turn than expected.

WINWIN ゜･ﾟﾟ･｡

☆ Winwin’s plan was to bring you to the beach and show you the sea, but as kindhearted as you were you invited Ten and Hendery along, changing his plan a bit a lot actually

☆ everyone was currently gathered outside of a convenience store, slurping on lemonade and coffee, sharing snacks and crazy stories.. WinWin, after using the bathroom, was about to join them again, when he overheard something

☆ your familiar (and beautiful) voice would never not catch his attention. “Shut up, Hendery”, you laughed.. the laugh WinWin fell in love with a long time ago. He stopped in the doorway, eavesdropping on your conversation. “If he finds out I like him because of you, you’re dead!”

☆ oh a threat.. wait. WinWin almost exploded from happiness. Was his dream of you liking him back finally coming true? Would he confess to you and you would say you liked him too? He couldn’t believe it. WinWin inhaled a sharp breath, putting his cool facade back on, before he sat down across from you at the table. You, his crush. His crush that liked him back.

TEN ・゜｡･

☆ ten almost did this unconsciously, yeah, it was kind of a ritual. When he came home from work he shouted “I’m home” (often not getting an answer).. and today he could barely stop himself from shouting out the familiar words

☆ he swung open the door, immediately spotting your familiar shoes and jacket by the entrance.. which could only mean you were in this very same apartment.. right now… and of course he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of his crush no

☆ he fixed his hair in the mirror, took off his glasses and suddenly heard your laughter echo through the living room. “YangYang”, you laughed, “you’re so straightforward!” Ten walked closer to the living room, still not visible to either one of you, who where sitting on the sofa

☆”come on, I know Ten has a crush on you”, YangYang exposed him. Oh he was dead. Ten pressed his lips together, holding himself back from intervening, he couldn’t let his friend embarrass him any longer. “You know, I actually like Ten too”, you confessed nonchalantly and Ten aswell as YangYang let out a gasp.

☆ “Then why are we still here, we need to get you to together. Love-“, YangYang announced happily, Ten quickly interrupting him. “I’m home”, he shouted, emerging from the dark hallway. “So”, he sighed, a mischievous smile on his face. “What did I miss?”

KUN ・．｡･ﾟﾟ

☆ Kun blinked his eyes open, did he fall asleep again? This happened way too many times at work lately. But as he opened his eyes and looked around he got reminded why he loved coming here, despite his love for music of course

☆ you were sitting on his chair, talking on the phone with someone. And god, you were beautiful. Even just sitting there like that, not doing much. “Yeah Sicheng. He’s sleeping, why does he have to be so pretty even while sleeping.” Oh, you were talking about him. ABOUT HIM?

☆ Kun almost let out a shocked noise. After all this time of having a crush on you he only just found out now you liked him back? How? How did he deserve that?

☆ “You’re awake”, he heard your voice, a smile spreading on your face. Kun sat up on the sofa, mumbling a yeah. Honestly he was at loss of words (which barely ever happened), but he quickly got himself together. “Hey”, he called out softly, clearing his throat afterwards. He would tell you how he felt. He wouldn’t wait any longer. Finally he could tell you how he felt, how his heart fluttered whenever you were around and how he slept well at night, knowing you were in his life. Finally!

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a/n: thanks again for the request! Hope you like it! Though I feel like this time I did it wrong :/ idk let me know what you guys think :3

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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Hey so, you know that whole 'Red's get innate bloodlust' and how Jimmy doesn't reaaallllyyy seem to have that? what if for some reason or other, maybe it's a glitch in the system or a trick of the gods, All of Jimmy's bloodlust and rage are actually felt by Scott. Green life Scott. ;) do with this what you will <3

oh my gosh this was so much fun to write! such an interesting concept!! :D

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Grian is sorting through some chests in his house when he hears someone enter the room. Glancing up, he’s a little surprised to see Scott standing in the doorway, hands clasped together awkwardly. “Hey, Grian,” he says slowly. “Sorry for intruding. Have you got a minute?”

Closing the chest, Grian nods and stands up. “Yeah, sure. What’s up?”

“Um…” Scott leans back against the wall, arms folded. “So… you created this server, right?”

“I did, yeah.”

“Then hopefully you’ll have an answer to this,” says Scott. “I know there’s supposed to be this thing where red lifers feel some kind of bloodlust towards greens and yellows, but Jimmy doesn’t seem to be feeling it at all. We tried to activate it a couple of times but we got nothing. Then… there was kind of a… an incident.”

“Incident?” echoes Grian. “What kind of incident?”

“An attempted murder kind of incident,” Scott says slowly, “which Joel was lucky to escape with his life from.”

Grian cocks his head curiously. “What triggered it?”

“I’ve no idea. As far as I recall, everything’s fine one second, then suddenly, Joel’s on the ground bleeding from the neck. It was absolutely terrifying.”

“Oh, geez…” Grian frowns. “What was Jimmy doing right before it happened?”

“What?” Scott stares at him for a moment. “No, not Jimmy. Me.”

Grian’s eyes widen. “What? You?”

Scott silently holds out his hands, showing the spots of dried blood on them.

“Oh my god… Is that…?”

“Yeah. It’s Joel’s.” Scott takes a deep breath. “What do I do, Grian”?

“Firstly, tell me what happened,” Grian urges. “Tell me everything.”

“Okay.”

…

“It’s not working,” Jimmy complains. “I know I said I don’t want to feel bloodthirsty like the other reds but it’s weird that I’m the ONLY one who doesn’t seem to feel it. I don’t wanna be the only one.”

Scott gives his friend a thoughtful look. “This is bizarre. We’ve tried everything I can think of and yet it still hasn’t happened.”

“Hey, guys.”

The two look up to find Joel sauntering up the hill towards them. “How did you get in here?” Scott asks. “The gate’s locked.”

“I broke through the wall.”

Scott sighs. “‘Course you did. What do you want?”

“I just wanted to come up here and see what you’re up to,” says Joel. “I could see you from over there and what you were doing looked really strange.”

“We’ve just been trying to activate Jimmy’s red life bloodlust,” Scott says. “For some reason, he doesn’t feel the same urge to hurt or kill people as other red-lifers do.”

Joel grins. “Does that mean you don’t feel the urge to attack me when I do this?”

He shoves Jimmy, who stumbles back and almost trips over his own feet.

“Don’t do that,” Scott snaps, reaching out to steady his friend. “That’s mean.”

“Oh, am I being mean?” Joel proceeds to push Jimmy again, actually knocking him down this time. “Sorry about that.”

As Jimmy slowly climbs back to his feet, Scott moves in front of him, a steely glare on his face. “Joel. Stop.”

“I’ll stop if he proves he’s worthy of the red name and attacks me.”

“W-Worthy?” splutters Jimmy. “I never asked to be red!”

“I need you to leave, Joel,” Scott says firmly. “Before one of us does something we regret.”

Still grinning, Joel pushes Scott.

Something inside Scott snaps. Overwhelming rage surges through him. Teeth bared, he tackles Joel to the ground and rakes his nails down Joel’s neck, the urge to maim and kill only growing stronger as blood leaks from the cuts he’s creating.

His hands close around Joel’s neck.

“SCOTT!” comes Jimmy’s terrified scream from behind him. “SCOTT, STOP!”

Scott freezes.

Taking advantage of this, Joel sinks his fist into Scott’s stomach and shoves him aside, before scrambling to his feet and taking off into the trees.

Winded by the hit to his stomach, Scott shakily rolls onto his side, intending to push himself to his feet, but freezes again when he spots the blood on his hands.

“Scott!” gasps Jimmy, dropping to his knees beside his friend. “Are you okay?! What happened back there?!”

Scott can’t answer.

He has no idea.

…

“I sent Jimmy home and came straight here,” Scott finishes. “Grian, I-I was terrified. I still am. Why is this happening to me?”

Grian has been listening to Scott’s story with concern and interest. “Aside from being kinda horrifying, that’s also pretty interesting. I mean, you’re definitely the only non-red experiencing that kind of bloodlust. I’ve seen it in Scar and even Skizzle before but never Jimmy or a non-red.”

“I guess the first question would be why I’M the one out of the two of us being affected by this,” says Scott, “considering Jimmy’s the red lifer, not me.”

“Exactly. The only thing I can think of that’s more unusual about Jimmy’s case than the other reds’ is that Jimmy went from green to red a lot faster. Normally, it takes a little while for the server to register the change in a green going to yellow and a yellow going to red, but in Jimmy’s case, he went from green to red so quickly that maybe the server glitched and didn’t fully complete his transformation to red.”

“What, and you think the red-life bloodlust thing went to me by accident instead of Jimmy?” Scott asks.

Grian shrugs. “It’s a possibility. Honestly, I can’t really think of anything else it could be. I’ll do some investigating but it’s highly likely I won’t be able to undo this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I dunno if it’ll carry through to your yellow life too but it seems that this is something you might be stuck with for your whole time on this server. It might stop when you’re yellow, it might stop when you’re red, or it might get twice as bad. We’ll only know when we get to that point.”

Scott sighs quietly and glances away. “I was afraid of that. But what if I kill someone? I’m not supposed to do that; I’m not red yet. Or worse… Grian, what if I hurt Jimmy?”

“I don’t know, I’m afraid,” replies Grian reluctantly. “Are you gonna tell him?”

Scott hesitates. “I… don’t know at the moment. I don’t want him to worry about me.”

“Well, I can tell you from experience that bloodlust won’t discriminate between friend and enemy. All I can advise is for you to be really careful. As you know, he’s red; you can’t afford to slip up even once or you might lose him.”

“Trust me, I know,” Scott snaps. “That’s not very helpful, Grian.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but I’ve never encountered this before. Like I said, I WILL investigate. But you might have to prepare yourself for a new reality.”

After a moment, Scott shakes his head. “Sorry, Grian. I appreciate your help.”

Grian moves closer and places his hand on Scott’s shoulder. “I’ll do what I can.”

“Thank you.”

…

When Scott gets home, he finds Jimmy waiting for him. Jimmy jumps off his chair and tackles Scott in a hug. “Scott! I’ve been so worried about you!”

“I’m sorry,” says Scott softly. “Are you okay?”

“A lot better now you’re back.” Jimmy gives Scott a worried frown. “What happened back there? It was terrifying seeing you like that.”

“I didn’t mean to worry you. I just lost control a bit. His smug face and the way he was flippantly pushing you around just… made me lose it. I wasn’t gonna seriously hurt him.”

Scott winces internally at the lie. He’s fully aware that he would have killed Joel if Jimmy hadn’t said anything.

Jimmy doesn’t seem too convinced but he doesn’t push Scott any further. “Where’ve you been for the last hour?”

“I just needed to go see Grian and tell him what happened,” Scott responds truthfully. “In case Joel complains.”

“Why would he? He’s red and he attacked you first so you were allowed to defend yourself.”

Scott just shrugs. “Just in case. I don’t want there to be any trouble.”

Jimmy gazes at Scott, forcing him to meet his eyes. “Are you sure that’s the only thing troubling you? There’s nothing else?”

For several seconds, Scott just gazes back into Jimmy’s worried face, imagining himself attacking Jimmy as viciously as he attacked Joel just hours earlier, imagining Jimmy’s terrified face as he bleeds the life out of him. And for a moment, he hates himself. If only it was Jimmy. Scott can defend himself against red-life Jimmy. But Jimmy doesn’t stand a chance against a bloodthirsty Scott.

“Scott?” Jimmy says again. “Is there something else worrying you?”

Scott shakes his head and pulls Jimmy into another hug.

“No. Nothing.”

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damn-stark · 3 years

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A little surprise

Connie Springer x reader

(SPOILERS) Requested by anon “heyy!! can i request an imagine with connie springer where the reader tells him she’s pregnant? maybe after sasha’s death or you can decide when, thank youu 💞😌”

Warning- Fluff, some angst, talks of pregnancy

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It was an easy plan, just sneak downstairs, walk into the kitchen and get what you suddenly badly craved without getting caught. It shouldn’t be hard. Everyone was sleeping.

You’d just slip in and out….

“Connie?”

You stop and lower your candle as you catch him walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of pudding in his hand.

He lowers his own candle and spreads his lips into an innocent and sweet smile. “Hi, babe.”

You blink and slightly tilt your head to the side. “What are you doing up?”

Connies eyes drift to the bowl and then up to you. “I got this sudden craving for pudding and I couldn’t ignore it. I had to come down and get it. What are you doing up?”

You straighten your posture and nervously scratch the back of your head and shrug. “I…” you pause for a second before you finish your sentence in a soft voice. “I had the same craving.”

“Huh?”

“I had the same craving.” You repeat in a louder voice.

“Oh,” Connie looks down at his bowl and offers it to you. “Wanna share then?”

“Sure,” you nod.

Connie grins and walks back to the kitchen to get another spoon, returning and walking you to one of the tables and setting down your midnight snack there, basking in each other’s company as neither of you talked and just heard the scraping of spoons on the bowl.

“So we’re both here at the same time,” Connie jokes with a goofy smile. “What a coincidence.”

You scoff in a lighthearted manner and feel a smile of your own grow on your features, but once you remember what was the reason behind your midnight craving your smile slowly falls and you begin to feel nervous. It was a good thing the candlelight wasn’t that bright so Connie wouldn’t spot the sudden drop in your mood. You weren’t ready to tell him that you were expecting his baby. You’ve had a month to tell him since you found out, but you haven’t worked up the nerve to reveal such important news; there was just so much going on, with the new train, new people to meet, watching over Eren. There was just a lot going on, you haven’t found the right opportunity.

Plus you didn’t want to feel like a burden….

But he also had a right to know, you couldn’t keep it from him for too long and you didn’t want him to find out from someone else that wasn’t you.

“I’m surprised you’re up,” Connie comments with his mouth full, “you like to value your sleep.”

You take a spoonful of your own but swallow before speaking. “Couldn’t sleep and well I had this craving so I thought I’d fulfill it.”

Connie scoffs and sets his spoon down, “it’s weird, lately I’ve been feeling very nauseous and uh, at the middle of the night I get these intense cravings.” Connie slouch’s and scratches the back of his neck as he continues to explain his recent experience. “Like yesterday, I had this weird craving to eat a egg mashed potato sandwich. It was weird.”

You raise your eyebrows and laugh nervously, playing along with him instead of saying anything. “Very weird.”

“Right,” Connie exclaims in a loud whisper, “I of course didn’t have it but I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

“You’re not pregnant right Connie?” Sasha says from the depths of the shadows of the dining hall, causing you to jump and grab onto Connie as he let out a scared yelp.

“What the hell Sasha?” He hisses while he grips onto your arms wrapped around him.

“Yeah,” you gasp, “what the hell?”

Said girl walks up with snacks in hand and grins smugly. “Just came for snacks.”

“How come we didn’t hear you?”

Sasha scoffs, “that’s the point of sneaking around Connie, so you don’t hear me.”

You glare at her and point your finger at her. “Well don’t do that shit again, I almost had a heart attack.”

Sasha snickers and sits across from the both of you, narrowing her gaze and looking from Connie and you. “So what are you two doing down here so late, aye? A little after sex snack?” She smirks and grabs your spoon to eat the last spoonful of the pudding.

Connie snorts and even if a smug expression was painted on his face he told the truth and denied her comment. “No, just midnight cravings.”

Sasha swallows the food and glances between Connie and you, focusing on you for a longer and more lingering moment. She narrows her gaze and you look away because of the tension you suddenly felt under her gaze. Connie remains clueless and before Sasha could figure out your secret you stand up abruptly with the intention to leave.

“Okay, goodnight guys, it’s time I try to sleep.” You take your candle and offer them both a smile, avoiding looking at Sasha and not expecting Connie to follow suit.

“Need me to walk you?”

You look at him from the corner of your eyes and nod your head. “I'd love it if you walked me.”

Once you reach your room, you open the door and stand by the doorway to let him give you a couple of goodnight kisses on your face. “Goodnight.”

You smile sweetly and cup his cheeks to press a lingering kiss on his lips, parting away from him a couple minutes later to whisper the same thing. “Goodnight, my love.”

A goofy smile spreads on his lips and through his candlelight you see him blush. He lingers for a moment before stepping away and adding one last causal comment. “I love you.”

You grin softly and walk back into your room to close your door in front of you, wanting to be satisfied with the night and okay with him leaving once again without knowing the truth. But you aren’t. You needed to tell him already, before someone told him. You knew Sasha was beginning to suspect something, it won’t be long until she figures it out.

Hmph…

You bang your head on the wooden door and hesitate for a few seconds before you just rip the door open and peak your head out to see Connie reaching the end of the hall. “Connie. Connie.”

Said boy stops and spins around, raising his eyebrows and putting his hand behind his ear to wait for what you had to say. “What?”

You wave him over and he doesn’t question doing as you asked, stopping before you and keeping his eyebrows raised curiously. Meanwhile you proceed to walk back into your room to give space for him to walk in; which he does and snickers thinking that this was going somewhere else.

“Baby, you—”

“We have to talk.” You cut him off as you close the door, seeing him turn around to look at you with a serious expression this time. You sit down and he follows you without question. However you can’t find how to announce it to him, you stay silent and hear the silence of the night, you avert his gaze and focus on your fingers on the bed, making Connie speak up and break the silence.

“Spill it already, you’re making me anxious.”

You sigh and blink to look up at him, drawing in a deep shaky breath and slowly exhaling it to announce your news. “I’m pregnant.”

Connie leans his head forward and tilts it slightly to let out a serious, “huh?”

You swallow thickly and repeat it louder, “I’m pregnant.”

Connie parts his lip to retort with some joke, but once he notices that you’re serious he closes his mouth while his eyes widen and he freezes in place, out of disbelief.

It seemed like only his body was here and his mind was somewhere else, his eyes just stared at you blankly and made you feel nervous under his stare. “Connie?”

“A...baby?” He muttered out while his hand went up to grab the side of his head and he looked somewhere else. “Like a…real baby? Uh,” Connie suddenly stands up and begins to pace the room as he keeps his hand on his head. “You have a baby….I’m going to be...are you sure?” He asks while he skids to a stop and turns to look at you with a lost expression.

You begin to gnaw on your bottom lip and nod, “Yes, it’s been two been months since I’ve had my period and I’ve been having symptoms and I well I made sure already so,” you shrug, “yeah.”

“Okay,” Connie nods, finally blinking and looking at you with a more soft, yet surprised look. “Wow. I mean how are you feeling?”

“Scared,” you admit, “I mean all this is scary because of what we do and I don’t want to be a burden. And I don’t want you to feel forced to stay with me because of the baby.” You look away from him and just hear him sit on his previous spot.

Connie tilts his head to meet your gaze and assure you with his words. “What, no I’m not going to leave you. I mean it’s scary knowing that I’m going to be a dad now, but you’re not a burden.”

You look up and he follows your gaze. “You can be mad you know. It’s not that like you, but you can be angry.”

Connie reaches for your hand and gives it an assuring squeeze. “Angry at myself for not being more careful?”

“We both weren’t.”

“It doesn’t matter because I’m not mad,” he assures you. “I’m confused though, because I don’t know exactly what we’re going to do, but,”

“We’re going to figure it out,” you finish for him. “Together.”

“Exactly,” he smiles before leaning in to press a kiss on your forehead. “I love you.”

You cup his cheek and rest your forehead on his to murmur the same words. “I love you too.”

Connie grins and squeezes your hand tighter to add another comment in a quiet and in disbelief whisper. “I’m going to be a dad.”

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sainz-zayn · 3 years

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Treacherous 02.

Treacherous (adj.) guilty of or involving betrayal or deception.

Warnings: Swearing, insults, suggestive, money burning, this is the last part of the story

► Part 1

Word Count: 5.5k

Disclaimer: All characters and events in this story even those based on real people are entirely fictional.

"This is wrong, we shouldn`t Y/n"

“the more I think it`s wrong, the more I want it,” You said back.

"Why now!? Why me!?" he said while shuffling his hair out of frustration.

"b-because you`re different from all of them" you stuttered out.

"Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture" that`s what they said and that`s what you always say to yourself. Now, you have realized that the more you keep telling yourself to forget about the past the more you can`t let go of it.

It`s been 2 years without him. 2 years without communication. 2 years without seeing him. Well, you hate yourself because you let him go. You hate yourself because it took you so long to move on from him or you`re just too presumptuous to think that you have already moved on.

It hurts you every time you remember the last night you`ve spent with Johnny. It`s excruciating that you cry yourself to sleep every night hugging your pillow tight just to imagine that it was him.

You get deep in thoughts that you didn`t even notice that you`re spacing out.

"Y/n? are you still listening to me?" Grayson waves his hands in front as you blink at least two times to get back in your senses.

"Oh, yeah where are we again? sorry," you said softly, and when Grayson looks in another direction you took the opportunity to send a death glare at Mark and Ten who are having fun watching you deal with Grayson Tremblay the one and only son of Mr. Tremblay.

"You gotta seize the opportunity" Mark mouthed at you while Ten pretends to clap quietly like he's amazed at Mark.

"So, as I`m saying what do you think about us?" Grayson asks you as you darted your attention back to him.

"You know I got everything and I can give you anything you want but I still don`t get why you don`t like me when everyone does. A face like this, a wealth like I have" he said which turns out to be rude while he touches his chin dramatically like there`s a mirror in front of him which makes you cringe and uncomfortable.

"You know I have the wealth you have and I don`t need the face you have" you deride.

Standing up from your seat you straightened your blazer while the speechless Grayson looks at you.

"My apologies but I`m not in the mood to pretend to like you. Now, if you don`t mind I`ll leave first" you gave him a smirk before smiling.

You leave the restaurant as soon as you can because it reminds you of Johnny. it`s where he treats you lunch when he arrives from Italy and that day is also the day you win a case. You can`t describe how much happy you are that time but now that happiness turns into a pain.

You look up in the sky it`s kind of cold and the cold breeze blowing your hair lightly when the sudden thought of why are you spending 2 years of your life being sad and living in sorrow when you can just live happily and have that picture-perfect life.

"Starting from today I`m not gonna be the same Y/n who spends 2 years of her life being sad I promise to live my life and believe in myself" you bravely said as you embrace yourself.

"I`m gonna pretend I didn`t hear that" you heard Jaehyun said.

"Yeah, It`ll be nice like that" you softly said while looking back up.

"You`re being nice today does something happened?" Jaehyun playfully asks and you answered him with a shrug because you usually hit him lightly or slap his shoulders playfully which is one of your habits.

You already forgave him it`s better if you forgive easily than to drain yourself about the things that should be forgotten and forgiven. You remember how exactly Jaehyun asked for your forgiveness. He always visits you, brings you some take-out from your favorite restaurant, and he didn`t stop until you finally forgive him.

"It`s annoying to deal with that rude jerk" you randomly said and Jaehyun chuckles as a response.

"It`s your birthday you shouldn`t be stressing yourself like this. We should have some fun" Jaehyun cheerfully said showing his two dimples with a bright smile when Ten and Mark just suddenly come out of nowhere.

"We`re in for having fun birthday girl," Ten said patting your head lightly.

"You`re not invited and also you because you keep asking me to meet Grayson today and it totally ruins my day" you pointed at Mark and he only flashes you a grin.

You climb the wall as fast as you can with the help of the one and only Jung Jaehyun and Ten Lee. You need to enter the Nakajima`s warehouse without anyone noticing because there`s a lot of money hidden in their warehouse. Is it Legal? Well, no because Nakajima will never be legal when it comes to money.

"Faster!" you whisper while Ten and Jaehyun follow behind you.

"Ten are you sure this is the place?" you question Ten while you look around the place trying not to get caught. One wrong move and the three of you will be dead.

"I`m not sure cause Kun just give me this location" He shrugged as if you`re not doing something serious.

"Guys I think this is it. Look, we need something to find where they hide the money" Jaehyun spoke motioning you and Ten to come closer.

"If there`s no other door in here then they can possibly hide it somewhere in the ground" you walk slowly trying not to make any sound when a sound of a little crack makes you stop from your track.

"Don`t move Ten" you whispered while you come closer to him.

"Now, move" he quickly getaway as you tried to pour a bottle of water into the floor.

"I knew it!" you confidently said as you slightly try to open the wooden floor with the help of Ten and Jaehyun using their strength, piles after piles of money get`s face to face with the three of you.

"This money comes from their Illegal business there`s only one thing we need to do" you look at Ten and he understands it. He gets a bag and puts a pile of money one after another until the bag gets full. Jaehyun gets the gas and slowly scatter it on the remaining pile of money which makes you smirk while you play with the lighter.

"Guys I think we have a problem" Jaehyun spoke.

"You caused it?" you playfully replied but the serious look on his face didn`t fade. You look behind you to see where he is staring and you`re shocked because there are five guys pointing guns at you.

"Oh shit!" you cursed under your breath.

"Ciao my friends" you wave your lighter at them while Ten and Jaehyun look at you weirdly.

"Don`t move! one wrong move and all of you will burn in this place!" you threaten them as they slightly walk towards you.

"Jaehyun go leave first and get the car" you ordered, slowly backing away and stepping back.

"What!? No way!" he said back.

"Are you gonna follow me or we`re all gonna die here!?" you ask with a louder voice. Jaehyun doesn`t know what to reply. So, he do as you say.

"I`ll give you a count of 20 once you didn`t leave this place you`ll burn along with this pile of money! one!" you threaten once again while they run away.

Ten aim the gun that he`s been holding at the guy in front of him being left alone he decided to run away too and you took the opportunity to throw the lighter in the pile of money as you run outside with Ten.

"Hop in!" Jaehyun said loudly while you get inside the car with a mischievous smile.

"Let`s get it!" you shout happily with the windows down your hair being blown by the air as Ten giggled at you.

You open the door with a big smile on your face while humming walking past Doyoung who is about to ask you something.

"Why is she like that today? it`s kinda weird" Doyoung asked Ten who gives him the bag that`s full of money.

"Let her enjoy herself. Now, I want you to keep this bag somewhere but make sure it`s safe" Ten said smiling at him before turning away with a humming tone leaving his lips. When Jaehyun enters the door too.

"Do you know what happened to them?" Doyoung asks Jaehyun but his younger friend only pats his shoulders with a big smile too while shaking his head lightly before leaving him alone again.

"Oh, C`mon why everyone in this house acting so weird today!" Doyoung said loudly throwing his hands down in the air after shuffling his hair annoyingly.

"Fuck! what the hell are you doing in there!?" Doyoung is startled by Haechan who is standing in the dining room`s doorway with a glass of water in his hands.

"Watching you being annoyed" Haechan simply said before handing the glass of water to Doyoung before going to his room.

"Oh, fuck!" Doyoung stomps his feet on the floor.

"Calm down what`s happening here?" Jaemin shows up on the stairs confused at his older friend.

"Shut up and ask yourself!" Doyoung huff before walking past Jaemin, Jaemin looks at his friend before pointing at himself.

"How am I supposed to do that?" Jaemin talks to himself before letting out a chortle.

"Breaking News Mr. Ferrante`s Daughter Y/n Ferrante the new CEO of Phoenix will cut their partnership with Nakajima after the scandal and revelation of tax evasion and Illegal drug dealing of Nakajima`s company" you`re sitting in the living room with a glass of wine wearing a mischievous smirk in your face.

"Vinco il mio amato nemico" you sip the wine savoring the taste of your victory. Vinco il mio amato nemico; I win my beloved enemy.

You`re having a lovely time, smiling at yourself when you are interrupted by loud waves of laughter and loud voices entering your house.

"Johnny is here everyone!" Mark announce making your eyes widen. You stand up straight while you fix your office attire. You still didn`t change and you scold yourself for that.

The door opens and the boy's loud greeting makes you flinch and happy at the same time but when Johnny enters, your smile quickly drops. There`s a woman beside him. Long hair, pretty, and classy.

You stood there awkwardly when you accidentally meet Johnny`s gaze and it makes you want to run and jump in his embrace but you know you can`t.

Everyone goes into the dining room to eat the food they prepared for Johnny`s arrival. You want to join them but it`s hard seeing someone else holding Johnny`s arm. You`re about to go upstairs hoping that no one will notice you escaping.

"Who are you? where are you going?" you heard the woman beside Johnny ask. You didn`t like her tone and the way she crosses her arms while looking at you. Mark and Ten notice it, notice that the girl is giving you attitude and you hate that the most.

"N-" you`re about to spit fire at the woman in front of you luckily Ten save you from it.

"Y/n, you should taste this cake. It`s your favorite" Ten drags you with him on the other side of the room not forgetting to send a slight glare at the woman.

"Everyone this is Cassandra and she`ll be staying here for a while" Johnny states, holding Cassandra closer to him.

"Don`t mind them and let`s just talk" Ten hands you a plate with a piece of your favorite cake in it.

"Hello, you must be Jaehyun" Cassandra offers a handshake with Jaehyun but he declines it before proceeding to talk to you.

"Hi, Y/n! it`s nice to meet you, you look beautiful only if you`re not like this" Everyone darted their attention between you and Cassandra while Ten is clearly not having it.

"Nice to meet you too Cassandra" you gave her a fake smile.

"Have you been stressed lately? not to offend you but you don`t look good" you bite your inner cheeks at her remark while Jaehyun frowns. It`s like she`s attacking you physically.

"It`s funny to hear that coming from someone like you" you eye her up and down.

"First of all who are you? no one wants you here. Second, don`t give me that bratty attitude of yours, you`re in my house and I may not look good right now but I`m much better than you`ll ever be" you bite back as you handed her the plate.

Earlier you were just being insecure but now that you see her attitude, there`s nothing to be insecure about. Johnny clenched his jaw when you and Cassandra almost have a fight but him seeing jaehyun frowns like he wants to protect you from Cassandra makes him feel things he shouldn`t be feeling. He wants to apologize to you because of Cassandra`s bad behavior but he doesn`t know-how.

"Watch your girl dude" Mark sends an intense gaze at Johnny.

The room suddenly gets silent. The silence is so loud that you can hear it. Cassandra excuses herself for a moment and when she finally leaves the whole room goes wild.

"C`mon drink it up!" Everyone cheered for Johnny before gulping a glass of liquor.

"Sexy" Jaemin shouted making everyone laugh.

Johnny decided to follow Cassandra after a minute while you watch them laughing at each other through your window. Is she Johnny`s new girlfriend? is she just a friend of his? Is there something going on between them? your mind couldn`t think properly and a lot is going on in your mind right now.

"Stop watching them and show Johnny that you`re much better than what`s her name again? Assadra? Dara?" Ten tap his fingers on the table while thinking.

"Cassandra" you corrected.

"Yeah, it doesn`t matter what her name just shows them that you`re happy and start fixing yourself so that bratty girl won`t come at you" Ten grabs the comb in your table and started combing your hair.

"You`re right" you smiled.

"I`ll give you 5 days take it or leave it" Johnny solemnly talks to Cassandra.

"Why can`t I just stay with you?" she annoyingly replied.

"Because you`re not supposed to in the first place" Johny shrug before leaving her.

"tsk!" Cassandra let out.

A week already passed you`re getting comfortable around Johnny but you can`t go on with your day without being annoyed by Cassandra. She called you unfaithful, worthless, you just let her but this time she`s really getting on your nerves.

"Shut up for fuck sake!" you retorted, anger burning inside you.

"Oh, our girl is answering now? how cute" she crosses her arms while you glare at her.

"Don`t use that tone on me, Cassandra! you bratty and cheap wannabe" you spat at her making her quiet when she suddenly grabs your hair.

"Let go!" you grab her hair harshly pulling her back while she took the opportunity to slap you which you give back when the two of you heard Johnny`s voice. Cassandra holds your hand and purposely pushes herself while she calls Johnny making your eyes widen.

"What`s happening here!?" Johnny`s loud voice boom.

"She pushes me! I`m not even doing anything to her" Cassandra plays like she`s the victim how pathetic.

"What!? you`re the one who started it!" you retorted.

Your about to walk closer to Cassandra when Johnny speaks again.

"Don`t get any closer! stop with your acts you look pathetic!" Johnny pushes you away making you shocked.

Cassandra smirk at you when Johnny helps her stand up. A tear escaped your eyes, how dare he call you pathetic when he doesn`t even know what happened.

You fix your messy hair when you accidentally bump into Jaehyun, Jaehyun saw what happened and he doesn`t like the way Johnny talks to you. You hug him tightly clutching his shirt wetting it with your tears.

"It`s okay don`t cry" Jaehyun caressed your face brushing away the strands of hair covering your face.

"She started it, she`s calling me names!" you cry out, your head in his chest and Jaehyun wishes that you can`t hear how fast his heart beating right now.

"I`m just gonna talk to him hmm?" Jaehyun kiss your forehead.

"No don`t! let`s just go somewhere. I need to clear my mind" you answered while wiping your tears away.

Jaehyun let go of you and he let you go to your room to change your clothes. "I`m sorry" Jaehyun whispered while he watches you enter your room.

You spend two years of your life with Jaehyun and he would be lying if he said that he didn`t catch any romantic feelings towards you. He hates that he`s the reason why you and his best friend broke up but still you forgave him.

Johnny and Jaehyun are talking and you can feel Johnny`s gaze on you. So, you look at him straight in his eyes and gave him a warm smile.

"C-can I talk to you for a minute?" did he just stutter? you look at Jaehyun and he nods as a sign of approval.

Johnny guides you outside of the house and the tension and awkwardness are so thick.

"I want to apologize for what I said about you earlier" Johnny spoke.

"I didn`t mean to say that and I`m sorry for Cassandra`s bad behavior" he looks at you before sighing. "I`m going to make it up to you, we`re going to your favorite place" you`re a little surprise by his statement but you could care less. All you wanted to do right now is to have time with Johnny.

You get out of the car with a smile on your face because of Johnny trying to make you laugh with his jokes. You didn`t even notice that you`re holding Johnny`s hand while the two of you walks.

"Good afternoon the two of you look like a great couple. We have a free lunch for couples that we choose and we spotted the two of you" the guy said while pushing you inside the restaurant softly with Johnny.

"No we`re-" before you can finish what you`re about to say Johnny quickly cuts you off.

"Thank you" Johnny thanks the guy before whispering at you.

"Just take it, it`s free anyway" Johnny playfully said while you slap his shoulder.

"What was that for little o- baby?" Johnny quickly changes his words when the guy arrives again.

"Nothing, baby" you fake smile while Johnny enjoys teasing you.

"Is there anything else you want to eat?" he asked as he admires your face.

"No, I`m fine thank you" you respond, finishing your food.

"C`mon let`s go somewhere fun" Johnny stands up from his seat clasping his hands to yours before paying for the food.

"But sir it`s fr-" Johnny didn`t let the guy finish his words.

"I`m going out with my woman" he gives it to the waiter before dragging you with him. You admire his back as you run with him. Did he just call you "My woman?" does he mean it? or your mind is just playing with you.

“Johnny the food is free” you explain.

“Oops, I guess?” he shrugged.

The two of you stops in front of a cotton candy shop watching them make it before giving it to you and again Johnny insists he`s the one who`s gonna pay for it.

"Have some it`s big I can`t eat all of this" you give him the cotton candy when you feel someone tugging your skirt, looking down your eyes quickly turns into awe.

"Hey, little cutie" you kneel to talk a little better with the child.

"Are you alone? where`s your parent?" you ask while caressing his soft cheeks, without you knowing that Johnny is smiling because of your soft side for babies or children.

"I can`t find my uncle please help me Ms." the child cries at you while his small hands hold your shoulder so you hug him.

"Oh, no baby it`s okay we`ll help you find your uncle okay?" you wipe away his tears using your thumb before standing up again.

"Give me that John" you point at the cotton candy.

"No way" he responds.

"Are you going to give me that or else?" crossing your arms, he gulps before giving it to you.

"Here have some of this" you handed the cotton candy to the child.

"Hey, here have some water" Johnny sat on one of the benches making the little kid sit on his lap.

"Young-soo there you are! are you okay hmm?" the child runs to the guy embrace.

"Yuta!? he`s your nephew?" you asked.

"Y/n? Johnny? yes, he is I`m scared to death that I can`t find him" he said while brushing the boy`s hair.

"I need to leave now, see you later the both of you" Yuta send you a wink which you gave back.

"Buy me some Ice cream" you drag him inside the ice cream shop.

Johnny thinks that this is one of the happiest moments of his life after two years. The way you smile, the way you laugh, the way your skin will touch his, he missed it all.

"Buy me the vanilla one" you point at it like a kid waiting for her award.

"Okay, then little one" you sit there for a few minutes waiting for Johnny.

You and Johnny sat there while talking about random things. The two of you sat there while everyone can perceive that the two of you are existing for each other.

"Johnny look!" you damp the top of ice cream in his lips making him close his eyes.

"Y/n! come here" you giggled while he runs after you going in circles.

"The two of you really love each other don`t you?" you`re startled by the old good looking woman beside you.

"Oh, no he`s just" before you can be finished talking Johnny already backs hug you before doing the same thing you did to him.

"Oh my gosh, Johnny Suh!" you slap his shoulders.

"I should go now sorry for interrupting your time with your boyfriend and you, you better take care of this beautiful woman" the old woman points at Johnny with a smile.

"Will do, ma'am" he replied slightly bowing his head.

"What was that for!?" you slap his shoulders again.

"what? we already pretend that we`re a couple in the restaurant so why not do it until the end of the day" he teases as you walk away.

"Hey, where are you going?" he grabs your wrist.

"Home!"

"I need to go somewhere before we go home" the two of you stops in front of a jewelry shop. Johnny wants you to come inside with him but you decline.

"What are we? No, Y/n stop he`s just doing this to show that he's sorry about earlier!" you mentally slap yourself, shaking away the thought about it.

"I`ll buy this necklace please" Johnny looks at you with a smile which you gave back.

"Thank you for tonight Johnny" you smiled while the two of you stand there as if there`s nothing else to think about. Eye to eye, hearts thumping fast.

"You`re welcome I ha-" your phone rings from your purse. So, you excuse yourself to answer it.

You feel bad for leaving Johnny alone just because of a phone call but you really need to have some time alone to clear your mind.

"He calls me her woman did he mean it? I mean like, it`s hard to explain what I feel right now Ten!" you whine as he thinks of a way to make you talk to Johnny again.

"Ten! Chittapon! Adriano! or whatever your name is my beloved brother by heart what should I do?" you ask continuing to whine while shaking Ten by his shoulder.

"Okay, stop shaking me will you?" Ten makes you sit in your bed.

"Why don`t you go and talk to him? I think he`s still in the kitchen downstairs doing something," he advises. "And talk to him the two of you are an adult so handle it like an adult" he solemnly looks at you before you finally gathered up your courage.

"Thank you Ten you`re the best!" you give him a big hug before leaving to go downstairs.

"you can do this Y/n!" you cheer for yourself but before you can enter the kitchen you quickly hide against the wall.

"C`mon don`t you want me?" Cassandra clings his arms against Johnny`s shoulders.

"Cassandra!"

"Johnny, don`t you understand? I love you, only you and no one else!" you heard Cassandra`s voice while you peek against the wall to see what`s happening.

"Cassandra I love-" before you know it, your tears are also running to your cheeks. Was he about to say that he loves her too? you look at them the way Cassandra tiptoes to kiss Johnny straight in the lips the one you used to call yours.

You suppress your sobs by covering your mouth with one of your hands when someone suddenly pulls you.

"Don`t cry, I`m here" Jaehyun`s comforting words make you cry more.

"It hurts Jaehyun, it hurts" you cried.

"I`m sorry this is all my fault if I haven't done that thing two years ago the two of you will be happy. I`m sorry Y/n" he whispers while hugging you tight.

"It`s not your fault stop blaming yourself" you stated softly.

A soft silence embraces the whole room when Jaehyun pulls you closer to him again but this dangerously close that you can feel the warm thumping of his heart. Trying to pull away but he tightens the hug more.

"Shh..." he put his index finger in his lips at the same time you saw Cassandra walking out of the kitchen with a smile.

"You look beautiful bae" Ten complimented making you smile.

"As always" you added playfully.

Smiling is easy, being playful is easy but trying to hide the pain is hard. Seeing him tonight doesn`t help with the situation at all. He`s all alone and no any sign of Cassandra maybe this is your chance to talk to him? but before you know it, you`re feet are now walking towards him. Great, just great your body is now betraying you too.

"Johnny, can we talk in private?" you ask, you`re gonna lie if you said you`re not nervous.

"Yeah, sure" his voice is distant, you know that tone.

The two of you go to his room to talk and it feels so comforting yet foreign. You miss the warmth that you used to feel in his room.

"What are we?" you go straight to the point which caught Johnny off-guard.

"What do you mean by what are we?" he asks making you slightly offended but the fact is Johnny doesn`t know too.

"Johnny, I still love you and I still like you" you waste no time holding his hands but he rejects it.

"This is wrong, we shouldn`t Y/n"

“the more I think it`s wrong, the more I want it,” You said back.

"Why now!? Why me!?" he said while shuffling his hair out of frustration.

"b-because you`re different from all of them" you stuttered out.

"We c-can`t" Johnny replied with a little coldness in his voice. He never refuses to you before, he`s really different now.

"Why not!?" you asked with slight anger in your voice.

"because I like someone else, I love someone else" he quickly defends to stop you from saying anything else.

"If you don`t love me anymore you should`ve said it, it`s like you`re pushing me away. If that`s what you like I`m not gonna bother you anymore Johnny" you look at him with teary eyes making his cold aura softened, he hates it when you cry especially when it`s because of him. You turn away from him, immediately leaving his room without looking back.

Johnny watches you leave his room until he can`t see your small figure anymore. Johnny`s loud yelling and his expensive things breaking and shattering on the floor are heard from the outside of his room. He runs his fingers to his hair once again, not caring if his knuckles are bleeding from the impact when he punches the table.

You press your palms on your lips to prevent any sound of your sobs from coming out, you just lean on his door letting your tears fall as you heard him let his anger out.

Like a flash of lightning, your memories with Johnny flashback. The way he will smile at you, the way he touches you, the way he will hold you close, the way he will get sulky whenever he's jealous, the way he comforts you whenever you`re down, and most importantly you miss his I love you`s.

"Will, I ever get to hear that again?" you smiled at yourself in the mirror with tears brimming in your eyes.

You hate how weak you are when it comes to Johnny because he is the first man, whoever makes you feel love and introduced you to so many things he is all of your first.

"Who the hell do you think you are huh!?" The older one pushes his younger friend harshly.

"Well, I`m the man who can act like one more than you are! you coward" Jaehyun argued back.

"Look, who`s talking! if you want her then go get her I don`t care!" Johnny can`t control his anger that he`s saying things he doesn`t even mean to.

"If you didn`t go to her right now I will make sure that I`m gonna make her mine!" Johnny grabs Jaehyun by the collar of his shirt.

"See? you`re being like this because you don`t want anyone calling her theirs because you want it to be you, you want her to be yours" Jaehyun sigh throwing his head back from frustration.

"Jaehyun punch me" Jaehyun is taken aback by his friend`s sudden request.

"What!?"

"I said fucking punch me!" without wasting any seconds Jaehyun lands a punch in Johnny, a little harder than he thought it`ll turn out.

Johnny touches his bleeding cut on the lips making him more awake with the reality.

"I need to go, let`s talk tomorrow" Johnny quickly leave his friend alone in the club at midnight.

A soft knock interrupts you when you`re almost falling into a deep sleep. Another soft knock following one another until that knocking in your door turns into a loud banging.

You quickly get up from your bed opening the door of your room, your heart almost jumps out of your chest because of the person right in front of you.

"What are you doing here?" you try to sound calm as possible not wanting to have another breakdown right in front of the man you loved.

"I thought that if I acted like it didn`t matter, then it wouldn`t. Please give me a chance, tell me that you`re not giving up" this time he`s the one who`s breaking down in front of you. You don`t know what to say, you don`t know what to do.

"I`ve never given up on us, my heart wants your lips, smile, love, smell, style. I love everything about you, I hope you knew how much it hurts me when you leave." you cup his face wiping away the tears brimming out of his eyes while he holds your hands smoothly grazing his thumbs against it.

"but you need to go to her" you whispered timidly hearts breaking into pieces, voice shaking and hands trembling.

"We`re nothing Y/n, I know that you saw what happened in the kitchen yesterday night. I will say that I love you and nothing else but you and I will never stop" he explains, forehead resting in one another.

Nose touching, breath fanning, hearts thumping, tears falling, and one passionate kiss.

"Never leave me again Johnny Suh," you said in between the kiss.

"I`ll never do that again I love you Y/n"

"You promise my baby?" Johnny can`t help but smile that you call him that again.

"I promise" he answers with a soft smile, leading him to your bed to cuddle. Of course, he`s the bigger spoon.

"I want two babies," you said out of nowhere.

"How about three?"

"No, two it is" you stated.

"Let`s make them then" Johnny hovers above you.

"Oh, gosh shut up and go to sleep Suh" you slap his chest playfully.

"Give me a kiss then" Still hovering above you.

"No!" you tease.

"Then let`s make them tonight" He flashes you a wide grin.

"Okay, I`ll give you a kiss" you giggle.

"No, I want babies." and he covers the two of you with the blanket.

You are the soul that fits into mine- Bliss

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