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starlitmark · 2 years

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Pairing: Shiba!Haechan x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, angst

Rating: PG

Warnings: hybrids, language, bisexual Mark and Haechan, mxm mentions, mentions of heats/ruts, mentions of paparazzi/stalkers, mentions of alcohol, kissing

Word Count: 10k

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Yangyang nearly jumps out of his skin when his, clearly, very angry Shiba friend bursts through his apartment door. He can smell how angry he is too, Haechan’s normally very calming campfire smell has turned ashy and suffocating more than anything. Yangyang turns to his girlfriend, who was prepping some lunch for the two of them, the panther simply shrugs at him.

“Hi Hyuck, why are you upset?” she asks, trying to seem nonchalant.

“I’m not angry. I’m perfectly fine!”

“Hyuck,” Yangyang adds, “we can smell how mad you are, you’re much less crackly firewood and way more smokey. Just let it out.”

Donghyuck flops back onto the wolf’s couch right beside him before letting out a sigh under his breath. His head is flopped back against the couch, his blonde ears standing out against his soft brown hair. He turns his head towards his very confused friend before sighing again.

“Why the fuck did I try to date another alpha. I should’ve known that I couldn’t date an alpha when I’m one too! I mean I know there are people out there who can manage alpha-alpha relationships but I just don’t get it. We were fine, completely fucking fine then-”

“Wait, you broke up?” the maned wolf questions.

“Yeah, Mark and I broke up. I don’t know what happened! We were fine three weeks ago then all of a sudden he was super distant and then today right before I came here he told me that this, meaning our relationship, wasn’t right and we should break up. I mean I know we were friends before we started dating so we had expectations but hell, I thought we got over those years ago. Now I need to move back in with Renjun and I love him to death but he can be a bit insufferable at times.”

“I don’t think you want to live with him anyway. You’re rather affectionate and he does everything possible to avoid affection.” Yangyang teases him.

Hyuck grunts slightly under his breath, “I don’t really have another choice, I need somewhere to live and I don’t exactly have the funds to do a down payment on an apartment right now.”

Yangyang laughs slightly, earning a light smack on the head from his girlfriend, “I guess you better call Renjun then.” he digresses.

Hyuck grumbles for a few moments but pulls his phone out of his hoodie pocket and navigates his way to Renjun’s contact. He doesn’t know where the cat hybrid is currently, last he knew Renjun was either extremely fired up or sulking. Recently, Jeno’s been attached to his girlfriend. Part of it was definitely the issues he had faced in the past when they were younger, but a part of it was also the lingering puppy love over the past year. He had always helped their kitty friend with his heats and now he doesn’t want to cross any lines. When the feisty cat answers the phone he can already tell something’s up. When Hyuck explains that he needs to move back in Renjun wasn’t exactly thrilled but he wasn’t upset either.

“Actually that works cause now you’ll already be here and I don’t have to drag you out to go where we’re going.” the cat explains.

“What? When did I agree to go anywhere?” Donghyuck fights back.

“Now, if you’re moving back in, you’re going on this trip with me. I’m headed out to Hollywood to meet up with some old friends.”

“Is that your only condition?”

“Yes.”

“I’m in then, I’ll move my stuff in tomorrow.”

Just as promised Haechan moves back into the apartment with Renjun the next day all while explaining just how weird the breakup with Mark was. Renjun just made off-handed comments about it most of the time. The primary one being ‘this is why I’m aromantic… no feeling means no breakup, no breakups means no one gets hurt’. The moment they finished bringing the last box in Donghyuck had a realization.

“Who the hell do you know that lives in Hollywood?” he asks, flopping back on his bed.

“You remember my friends from China, Dejun, and Hendery?”

“Yeah,” he responds not paying much attention, “what about them?”

“Dejun’s a movie director out there and Hendery is his creative director. They invited me out there now that they and their girlfriends have a break from filming and designing shit.”

“And why am I going?” he asks, his tone laced with sass.

“Cause you need to get out of the house. I don’t want you moping around and pouting after the shit with Mark. The last thing I want is for you to stink up the place while I’m gone.”

The Shiba hybrid groans but caves and keeps his end of the deal. While he packs his suitcase Renjun assures him that it’ll be fun. Hyuck can’t seem to get past the idea of leaving right after a breakup though. He doesn’t really want to go, plus that means he has to cancel all the streams he had planned for the next week. The heat of LA was not meant for his fur either. It’s not long but it’s so thick this time of year with his winter coat coming out over the next month.

That doesn’t mean he’s not trying when it comes to outfits and overall appearance. Quite the opposite actually, he spent several hours making sure his outfits were exactly to his imagination. Of course, he did only pack for a week so that narrowed his choices down quite a bit. Renjun peeked in periodically seeing how insistent he was about packing perfect outfits. Hyuck didn’t even listen when Renjun told him that their flight was at 4 in the morning, he was far too concerned about not sweating his tail off in the heat of LA.

“Hyuck,” his cat friend chuckles, “it’s really not a big deal… we’re just going to hang out with my friends for a week.”

“Yeah, Renjun,” the Shiba sasses, “but we’re going to LA, my fashion needs to be at its best!”

“If you say so.” the kitty laughs, “It’s nearly 11pm, Hyuck… you heard what time our flight is tomorrow right?”

“Tomorrow?! When did you tell me it was tomorrow?”

“While you were fussing over your button-ups.” he states matter-of-factly, “It’s at 4am… you aren’t exactly one to wake up easily so I suggest you get some sleep now so you’re at least somewhat functional tomorrow.”

Donghyuck makes a groan-growl noise before zipping up his suitcase, finally finished with packing. As he rolls it out to the living room he continues to grumble and fuss under his breath. Renjun, of course, bites back with his own comments the entire time. From the outside people would swear they hate each other. But they don’t, it’s just how their friendship dynamic is.

“So what horrible hour of the morning do we need to get to the airport?” he questions, clearly still sulking.

“At the latest, 2am.”

“Why the fuck did you choose such an early flight?”

“Cause those are my peak hours… I wake up around 2am every night anyway. You know that. It made sense.”

“Not for me!” he whines.

“Sucks, now go to bed so you actually wake up so we can get to the airport on time.”

With much more grumbling and sulking the puppy makes his way to his room and collapses into the mattress. He wanted as much sleep as possible considering at this rate he’s still only getting 3 hours of sleep.

Just as Renjun predicted when he woke up to get everything out to the car Hyuck was still passed out. Being the friend that he is, he knew exactly what to do. Quietly sneaking into his room, Renjun steps closer to his bed. He didn’t have to be as quiet as he was, Hyuck was not only a heavy sleeper but that boy snores loud enough for three people sometimes. Today was one of those times. Renjun’s tail flicks back and forth for a few moments before he pounces on the Shiba hybrid.

“What the fuck?”

“Wake up dipshit! It’s time to go!” Renjun smiles at him, his tail still flicking behind him.

“Did you have to pounce me you demon cat?” he grumbles, his voice still laced with sleep.

“Excuse me?” Renjun scoffs, “We both know you wouldn’t wake up otherwise.”

The entire drive to the airport Hyuck whines about it being too early. Renjun couldn’t care less though, he’s more than used to being awake at this hour thanks to his cat-like qualities. Even going through the airport the puppy hybrid is whining about wanting more sleep. The moment they’re actually on the plane he passes out again and Renjun just rolls his eyes and starts reading his book.

It’s a long flight so they have quite a while, and thankfully that means Hyuck can get some sleep and won’t wake up too grumpy like he had when they left their apartment. The puppy hybrid occasionally says something in his sleep that no one can decipher and Renjun simply doesn’t pay it any mind because he lived with the other for years, he knows how he is. At one point Hyuck reached over and grabbed Renjun’s hand, while still asleep, and the kitty rolled his eyes but didn’t stop him. The last thing he wants is a sulky puppy sitting next to him whining about wanting to hold his hand. The one thing that upset Renjun throughout the whole flight was the fact that everyone assumed that Hyuck was his boyfriend. It made him want to vomit. It’s not that he hates Hyuck, he’s his best friend, it’s the fact that the staff assumed that they were dating when Renjun absolutely hated anything close to romance or relationships beyond someone who helps with his heats. By the time the flight was nearing their destination, Renjun was over the comments and looks so he finally decides to free himself from the puppy’s hold.

“Renjun what the hell?” Hyuck whines when he notices that he was moved.

“Shut up, I know you’re needy for attention now that you’re not with Mark but people keep calling you my boyfriend and I think I might vomit over it. Either way, we’re almost to LAX you should wake up anyway.”

“Do we need to uber to your friends’ place?”

“No, Hendery and his girlfriend offered to pick us up, we’re staying at their house. Denjun and his girlfriend are going to come by later, they have a date or some shit this morning.” he explains.

Hyuck nods and starts playing mindless games on his phone until they land. Renjun started talking to him and telling him about random memories he has with the two other hybrids. He listens to them, a few he hasn’t heard already.

The baggage claim took way longer than it should’ve, Hyuck had a mini panic attack at the idea that his stuff went missing. Renjun called him irrational and a moment later their stuff dropped down onto the conveyer belt and they were off. Making their way through the airport, which was much larger than Hyuck anticipated, Renjun starts looking for his beagle friend. Though he was much more likely to see, or rather hear, his hyper Australian Sheppard girlfriend instead. He has never understood how the two of them are so hyper or loud, all he understands is that they were made for each other.

“Hyuck help me keep an ear out.”

“You mean an eye out?” he questions.

“No, I mean an ear, if you hear two loud ass laughs let me know. Hendery has a really squeaky laugh just for reference. Wait, there they are.” he smiles.

He starts walking toward the pair of puppy hybrids waiting for them. Renjun has never been a fan of physical contact, but in this case, when he hardly gets to see his beagle friend he does hug him. He then hugs the other puppy hybrid greeting her happily. Hyuck suddenly feels very out of place, he’s in a place he doesn’t know with only one person he knows.

“This is my friend, Donghyuck.” Renjun comments.

“Hey,” he offers his hand for a handshake, “you can call me Hyuck or Haechan, whichever you prefer.”

“Hendery,” the beagle greets, reciprocating his handshake, “and this is my girlfriend.”

“Hi!” she beams, “It’s nice to finally meet you! Renjun’s told us a lot about you.”

“Really Junnie?” he mocks an affectionate tone, “And I thought you hated me.” he tries to kiss his cheek.

Renjun hisses, “If you try to kiss me I’ll rip your throat out.”

Hendery and his girlfriend both laugh at their antics before taking them out to the car. Haechan gawks at it for a moment, he had forgotten that they’re big names in the film industry. Seeing their extremely nice expensive car definitely reminded him that they are in fact rich and famous here. This then reminds him that Renjun’s other friends that he’s meeting, later on, are also famous, if not more famous than these two.

“How did you become friends with four famous people?” he whispers to Renjun who’s sitting beside him.

He hears Hendery giggle from the driver’s seat, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, my hearing is too good for my own sake. Dejun and I have been friends with Renjun since before we made it big. Renjun’s dad and my dad worked together so we knew each other as kids then I met Dejun in art school and introduced them to each other.”

“Oh, that makes sense, did he know your girlfriends before you were famous too?”

“No,” the Australian Sheppard responds, “I met Hendery on our first set together, Dejun hired me for his first film because Hendery needed more hands for prop design and I was new to the scene but so were they so they gave me a chance. Dejun’s girlfriend though was already a huge name when we all got here. When we all first met her she seemed untouchable, then Dejun went and got her on one of his films as the lead and realized that she’s just as much of a mess as the rest of us. By the time the filming was done I was best friends with her and found out she had a massive crush on Dejun, I didn’t mean to tell him but I accidentally let it slip.”

“It was not an accidental slip babe.” Hendery giggles, “You shouted it the moment she told you. Dejun was standing right behind you. You just have no sense of subtlety.”

They continue to talk the rest of the drive to their house. Renjun had warned him about how talkative his friends are but he wasn’t prepared for this level of talkative. When they arrive at the house Haechan is honestly surprised that they don’t own a mansion. It’s a decent-sized home but not the rolling fields of a mansion he had envisioned. The moment Hendery puts the car in park Renjun turns and laughs under his breath when he notices his friend’s confusion.

“You know, not every big name has to have a big house. If they don’t need the space why have it?”

Hyuck shrugs and climbs out of the car to grab his suitcase out of the trunk. He hears how the other two puppy hybrids laughing yet again as they round the car to help with anything the two guests might want or need. He still slightly feels out of place, the three of them have known each other for years, and he’s known Renjun for years too but it’s a different dynamic. He wants to enjoy this trip, he’s making a point of it especially since he wants to forget all about how things ended with Mark.

“You smell a little smokier than normal.” Renjun comments when they reach their respective rooms, “You need to go for a walk or something?”

“I guess, I don’t want to be rude and leave as soon as I get here though. Don’t I still need to meet Dejun too?”

“Yeah, that’s true.” the cat admits, “They have a pool in the backyard, do you want to go relax out there for a little bit?”

Haechan nods and abandons the idea of unpacking to go sit by the pool. He stays there for a while not even truly sure why his scent is off. Maybe it’s the aftermath of a breakup, perhaps it’s cause he’s in a different country with only one person he knows, maybe it’s something else. Either way, he just wants to calm down and enjoy the trip.

He sits there for a while just contemplating what he’s really doing. Did he really just fly around the world just cause his friend told him to? And just after a breakup from a long-term relationship? None of it seems real. He dips his feet into the pool after a few minutes just now realizing how hot it actually is. “Hey, Hyuck!” he hears Renjun call, “Dejun and his girlfriend just got here, you want to meet them, or do you still need a minute to relax?”

“I”m kinda enjoying soaking my feet, I’ll be inside in a minute.” he sighs, “I’m just thinking right now.”

“Okay,” Renjun responds with a slightly worried tone, “Don’t lose yourself in your head. That’s not going to be fun for anyone.”

“Aww,” the Shiba teases, “you really do care.”

The kitty hybrid sighs, “You just ruined it. Get your ass inside when you’re ready.”

Hyuck chuckles at his friend while he watches him walk away. His tail flicking back and forth as he walks. He notices how his ears perk up at the sight of, who he assumes, is Dejun and his girlfriend. He feels odd seeing how he behaves with his other friends versus with him. He notices how Dejun reacts too. His fluffy white ears twitch and his tail swishes behind him. The woman beside him is stunning, to say the least. She’s clearly a lynx hybrid, her fur sleek but slightly fluffy and a deep shade of brown with even darker patches randomly across her ears and tail. It wasn’t the first time he had seen her, she’s been in several big movies over the past few years. She was the perfect definition of an A-list celebrity. She seemed sweet enough though.

He finally decides to come into the house and meet everyone, he had sulked enough for the past half hour or so. When he approaches them what he doesn’t expect is for all of them to immediately include him in their conversation. After all, they’ve known each other for years and are clearly very close. Everyone was as kind as could be to him, it shocked him. Sure they’re all predator-type hybrids but he and Renjun seem to be the lowest on that ranking. Hendery is a beagle, they hunt, his girlfriend is an Australian Sheppard, and they hunt and herd. Dejun is an arctic fox, they’re wild animals and hunt. His girlfriend is a lynx, they’re absolutely predators in every sense of the word. He and Renjun are the most domestic type hybrids in the room.

What surprises him though is that only one of the four people in the house that he doesn’t know is an alpha. He knew the moment he met Hendery and his girlfriend that they were both betas, they both had rather neutral smells, Hendery smells like green apples and his girlfriend smells like aloe vera. It wasn’t that he was trying to smell them like a creep, he just knew who's scent was who’s when he entered the home. It was clear what was her’s and what was his and the scents just seemed to make sense for both of them. But with Dejun and his girlfriend he couldn’t figure out who’s scent was who’s. One of them smelled like gingersnaps and the other smelled like amber.

“Oh, I just realized! Y/n said hi Hendery!” the lynx hybrid randomly noted.

“Cool, tell her I said hi back. How has she been, you know with this huge endorsement she has going.” Hendery questions back.

“She’s pretty stressed, it’s Dior after all, but it’s nothing she can’t handle. She’s the best in the business!”

They talk about their mutual friend for a few more moments until Dejun interjects with a question for Haechan.

“Hyuck, how are things over in Korea? You’re living with Renjun still right?”

“They’re… going I guess.” he shrugs.

“Oh I forgot you live out there with Junnie, how’s your boyfriend Mark? He works with my cousin out there as his illustrator.” she smiles.

“Ex-boyfriend.” he corrects, “I wouldn’t know. He dumped me two weeks ago randomly.”

Renjun can smell how Hyuck’s scent starts to get smokier again and quickly changes the subject. They continue talking for a long while, the sun sets outside and they still continue to talk about random things that come to mind. Hyuck slowly pieces together who’s scent is which throughout the discussions though. Dejun seems to be much more docile and soft compared to his girlfriend, though she’s not aggressive in any way at all. He just seems much softer. When he starts to cuddle into his girlfriend and nose at her neck is when he pieced who was what. Dejun was the omega, and his girlfriend is the alpha. There’s nothing wrong with that either. He just hadn’t expected it to go that way, especially with how commanding Dejun is said to be on set.

“Hey, I think we’re going to head out. We’re both starting to get tired.” the lynx comments.

“You guys up for a day trip tomorrow?” Hendery questions as the other couple get their stuff to head out.

“I am.” Renjun confirms, “Hyuck’s coming too, he doesn’t have a choice.” he pokes fun at the other.

“Just send us the details.” Dejun smiles, “See you guys tomorrow!”

And with that, the two were off. Hyuck yawns, he didn’t realize how tired he was. He was having such an amazing time with his new friends he didn’t even process how late it was. He quickly bids the others good night and heads up to the room he’ll be staying in for the next week.

When he wakes up the next morning he thinks it’s the best sleep he’s gotten in a while. He feels rested and calm. Over the past two weeks, he’s been feeling so shitty waking up. He’s been so used to sleeping beside Mark for the past few years that it’s hard to adjust back to sleeping in his own bed. Then he realizes that he’s woken up before anyone else in the house. It’s very quiet considering how loud he’s discovered Hendery and his girlfriend can be in daily life. He tiptoes across the hall to where Renjun is sleeping and sees the cat hybrid scrolling through his phone in silence.

“What do you want? I was enjoying peace and quiet.” the Siamese cat whines.

“You told me about a coffee shop nearby, where is it?”

“Why not make coffee here?”

“If I’m here for the week I want to try to be out as much as I can! I have the money saved up to do it.” the Shiba explains.

“I’ll text you the address.” Renjun states, “Now can I have my peace and quiet back?” “All yours Jun! Thanks for the address!”

He practically bounces back into his room and gets ready for the day. Of course, his outfits were perfectly planned. Today he chose a short sleeve navy blue button-up shirt with blue jeans and a black belt. His orange-pink-tinted sunglasses help pull it all together. He knew he looked good. He planned it all that way. And it all fit the weather too which made it even better. He didn’t bother leaving a note out for the homeowners, he figured he’ll be back before they get ready to head out for the day.

Looking down at his phone with the directions he notices how it’s only a 5-minute walk from the house. It’s nice enough out that he can walk there with comfort so that’s exactly what he does. The whole walk there was rather pleasant, the sun shining down on him, his fur and hair warm from the rays on him. He felt good, genuinely good, for the first time in a long while.

When he reaches the small coffee shop, the first thing he notices isn’t the atmosphere of the place or the comforting aesthetic of the place. It’s the beautiful woman sitting by herself sipping a coffee. He tries to play it off and order his go-to drink like he always does and pretends to glance around the space as if to find an open seat.

Oddly enough, his luck is for him, it’s rather full and there were only a few open seats. All of which are by that absolutely gorgeous woman he saw. He makes his way over, rather meekly despite how he normally is. He sits down in the seat directly across the table from her, when she looks up at him he thinks he could melt at any moment.

“Can I help you?” “I- um,” he stutters, “there just weren’t many seats open. I hope you don’t mind me sitting here.”

“I don’t mind at all, I could use some company actually.” she smiles.

“I’m Donghyuck.”

“Y/n” she smiles again, “What brings you to this little coffee shop?”

“I’m here on vacation and it was nearby where I’m staying and thought it would be nice. Never thought that I would meet such a gem on my little trip.” he flirts.

They continue to talk for the better part of the morning, Hyuck hardly notices what time it is. His phone continuously vibrates but he ignores it. You giggle at his jokes and eventually find out that he’s a twitch streamer and lives in Seoul with his friend. You found it hilarious how he continued to flirt with you, not a single clue who you are or what you do for a living.

“You’re really fun to be around, you know that Hyuck?” you laugh again, “I haven’t had this much fun in a while.”

He swears he melts when he sees your smile, “How about a date then?”

“You’re bold, I like that.” you smile again, “You free today?”

“Wide open. Where are we going?”

“How about walking around for a while? I know a good park nearby and I enjoy our conversations.” you suggest.

“Sounds perfect to me.” the Shiba hybrid beams back.

You both discard your empty cups and head out towards the park. For the first time since he sat down in front of you, you see him take his phone out. Glancing over you notice a phone call coming in. He groans but accepts it.

“What Renjun?”

You can’t hear the person on the other side of the call but you can tell they’re worried about him. He simply brushes it off though and continues your conversation as if nothing happened.

“Who was that, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“My roommate, he came with me on this trip and he and his friend wanted to make sure I was okay. They wanted me to go on a day trip with them but I’d much rather hand out with the pretty girl next to me.” he flirts again.

“You’re smooth, aren’t you? You’ve been fitting little flirty comments in whenever you see an opportunity.”

He tilts his chin up and smirks slightly at your comment, “Maybe I just like you.”

“Maybe you do, even though we’re practically strangers.” you tease, lightly bumping into his side.

You continue your walk down the sidewalk, Hyuck showering you with tons of compliments along the way. You pass by a few ads on the street with your face on them. It doesn’t really phase you anymore though, after the start of modeling and endorsing Dior you don’t get shocked by seeing your face at random places on the street. You’re probably about another three minutes from the park when one of his compliments absolutely floored you with laughter.

“You’re so gorgeous, Y/n.” he starts, “See that model on the billboard? You’re even prettier than her.” “Yeah?” you giggle back, it was you on said billboard.

“She may resemble you but you’re so much prettier.” he says with an air of confidence.

You couldn’t help but giggle again and do the pose that you were doing in the image. You continued to giggle at the Shiba hybrid when he stared at you with a blank face. You could practically see the confusion melt into shock.

“It is you?” he says almost in disbelief.

“Yes you dork!” you laugh loudly, “I thought you were pretending not to know who I was this whole time! You really had no idea?”

“Nope, I had no clue… in my defense, I don’t live anywhere near here.” he says with an awkward giggle.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“You think I’m cute?” he asks, his shocked face still showing.

“I do Hyuck, and it helps that you’re extremely funny too.”

He smiles and you can see how his blonde ear twitches on top of his head. You’ve never been the celebrity to sleep around or date around, some do for the publicity but you just want to do your job and not be in the tabloids if you can help it. So to say the least, it’s been a while since you’ve dated and Hyuck seems to be someone you can quickly get along with and talk to.

The rest of the walk to the park was full of laughter and nothing short of fun. Surprisingly, no one stopped you to ask for an autograph and you haven’t seen any paparazzi yet, though they can be good at hiding as of late. Even during your walk through the park, you can’t stop smiling or laughing. Your cheeks start to hurt from smiling too much. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his tail wagging which only makes you happier knowing that he’s happy.

“Can I hold your hand?” he asks out of nowhere.

“What?”

“Sorry that was too forward, we’ve only known each other for a few hours. Ignore that.” he rambles.

“Hyuck,” you smile, “I just wasn’t expecting it! You can hold my hand, I’d really like that actually.”

He nervously reaches for your outstretched hand and takes it in his. When he does have it and understands that you weren’t trying to trick him, a smile grows on his face. His ears tip out slightly showing just how happy he is to hold your hand. You smile back at him and squeeze his hand slightly. You both stay silent for a few minutes as you continue walking. Though you’re silent, it’s not awkward, you swing your hands back and forth together, smiles wide on both your faces. For the first time in a while, you have no worries about being stalked by paparazzi or by fans in public. You’re just happy to be out with someone who makes you feel like a normal human and not like a celebrity.

When you do start talking again conversation flows like you’ve known each other for years and not for a few hours. You start to notice little things about him, first, it was the little freckle on his nose, then noticing how they trickle down his face and to his collarbones. Then you see just how bright his smile is, he could probably light up a whole room with one smile. It’s odd how you hardly know this man, in all reality you really don’t know him at all, but you feel more comfortable with him than you have with anyone else in a long while.

“So, how long are you staying for?” you question.

“Just a week, though, you might be able to sway that plan.”

“We’ll see in about that after a few hours.” you giggle, “When did you get here?” “Yesterday, I canceled all my streams for this week cause Renjun practically forced me to come. I just lost a week’s worth of pay.”

“It can’t be that bad! I’m sure you’re quite happy to be here on vacation!” you beam.

“I’m just happy I got to meet a pretty girl.”

“Ever the flirt.” you tease.

You hadn’t realized how late it was until you checked your phone. You have a meeting at 3pm today and it’s already 4 o’clock. Groaning you turn your face back towards the pretty Shiba hybrid beside you.

“I need to go…” you say with an apologetic tone.

“Why?” you notice how his tail stops wagging and his ears droop slightly.

“I have a meeting… how about we meet up again tomorrow though? I normally do nights in on Tuesdays but I can make an exception for you.” you finally flirt back.

He smirks, “Why don’t we just cook something together at yours? That way I can see you and you don’t have to go out during your night in.” he counteroffers.

“Sounds like a deal to me.” you smile, “Give me your phone, and I’ll add my number.”

He hands you his phone and you quickly input your information before bidding him goodbye. You had to fight the urge to kiss his cheek before you left, it just felt right to want to do so. His tail starts wagging again when you take his phone though. It’s a promise that you actually want to talk to him and you aren’t just playing with him. When you do end up saying goodbye you really don’t want to. That was the most fun you’ve had in a while and to think he’ll be going back to his own home across the world in a few days makes you slightly upset.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Renjun yells the moment Hyuck walks through the door.

“Out.” the puppy responds shortly.

“No shit! Where?”

“Out, Jun, what’s your issue?”

“I was worried about you! You said you were going to get coffee and you didn’t come back for 6 hours!”

Haechan really didn’t want to out you and say he was with you. He didn’t know if Renjun’s other friends knew you, sure, they mentioned a y/n yesterday but they could’ve been talking about someone else and not you. He tried his best to come up with some other excuse but he kept drawing a blank. He could only focus on you.

“I met someone.” he admits.

“Met someone?” the kitty questions, his tail flicking in annoyance, “We’re in LA you’ll meet people everywhere you go.” “I really did this time though! I like her.” “Her?” Hendery pokes his head through the doorway, “Who is she?” “Her name is y/n. I met her at the coffee shop down the street this morning.” he says with a dreamy tone.

Hendery’s mouth falls open in shock, Hyuck can’t seem to understand why though. He watches as the beagle runs in the other direction yelling for his girlfriend. Turning to face Renjun he hopes that he has some sort of answer for him. Renjun’s face mirrored that of Hendery’s though, full of shock.

“What’s the big deal? I met a girl and that’s her name!” he finally cuts the tension.

“You said her name was y/n?” he reiterates.

“Yeah, what about it?” “Is she by any chance, I don’t know, a model?” “Yeah…” Hyuck responds, his heart pounding slightly.

Renjun’s eyes widened impossibly bigger at his friend’s response. Hyuck can feel his curly tail wagging slightly against his back. Normally his tail only wags when he’s happy, this time though, it was an anxious wag. Now he’s hyperaware of what the situation is, how his ears start twitching accompanying his anxious tail wagging. Suddenly that moment though he gets a text.

New message from ‘Pretty Girl <3’ at 5:38pm

|| Hi Hyuckie! Just wanted to say again that I had a wonderful time today and I can’t wait to see you for dinner tomorrow ♡

Now his tail is wagging for a completely new reason. That one message changed his entire mood within such a short time. Renjun quickly took notice of his change in demeanor and furrowed his eyebrows. Hyuck doesn’t even notice his friend’s confused face. He just quickly shoots you a quick text back telling you how excited he is too. Of course, though, he adds a slightly teasing remark about the contact name you gave yourself before placing his phone back on the mattress.

“Explain.” the kitty immediately asks.

“It was her. I’m going over for dinner tomorrow night. I suggested a date night, she told me it was her night in, I suggested we do dinner at her’s and so that’s what we’re doing.”

“You move so fucking fast, she might as well let you stay there for the week instead of you staying here.”

Hyuck looks as though he’s thinking for a few moments and Renjun immediately clarifies that he was joking. Though he does nod, he still thinks about it. What if he did spend a week with you, would you enjoy that? Would you even let him in the first place? He thinks it would be lovely, he might be a bit clingy though. He’s known you for not even 24 hours yet but he knows he likes you a lot, maybe more than he has anyone in a long while. For the first time since he’s arrived, he isn’t thinking about how upset he is about Mark, for the first time he’s not worried about being awkward around Hendery and Dejun. He’s content, happy, to have met you and spent the day with you. And now to have a date (possibly) with you tomorrow night he’s more than ready to forget all the things bothering him.

Hendery finally popped back in the room, this time with his girlfriend in tow. Renjun looks the pair up and down for a moment before the Australian Sheppard whines about her wrist hurting from being pulled through the house. When she sees how waggy Hyuck’s tail is, she immediately knows something’s up despite not knowing him for very long.

“Who is she?” she asks leaning against the wardrobe next to her.

“Her name is y/n.” the Shiba muses, “Before you interrupt me though Renjun did find some things out while Hendery was dragging you over here.”

The Australian Sheppard gawks slightly, controlling herself from interrupting the younger puppy. Hendery is practically vibrating to make a comment but he doesn’t let himself, though he’s ready to burst.

“Yes she’s a model, yes I met her at the coffee shop down the street. I don’t know if she’s the same person that you’re thinking of but I do know that I’m going to her apartment tomorrow and having dinner with her.”

“Can I ask another question?” Hendery pipes up.

Hyuck simply nods at him, his blonde ears staying perked up and angled towards the beagle hybrid.

“Does she happen to laugh at really corny stupid jokes?”

“She laughed at every joke I said! So no.” “Yes,” Renjun corrected, “He tells corny jokes all the time.”

Donghyuck glares at him for a moment before deciding to brag again, “I held her hand too! We walked through the park and she asked me about myself, and how long I’m staying. I learned a lot about her too! I’m pretty sure that she models for Dior. I didn’t know it was her on the billboard until she did the pose in the ad and I felt so stupid. She’s so fun to be around, easy to be around too.” Both of the homeowners and Renjun looked at him silently for a moment just blinking processing everything he just said. Hyuck couldn’t care less about their looks though, he was too busy thinking about you and how wonderful he felt being around you. Vaguely in the back of his mind he can hear his friends talking, he doesn’t care though, his mind is drowned out by the sound of your laughter and the sight of your beautiful smile.

“Hyuck!” he hears the Sheppard hybrid call out, snapping him back to reality, “Do you happen to know where she lives already?”

“Yeah, she texted me her address after we agreed to dinner at her apartment. Why?” “Let me see.” she requests.

Hyuck unlocks his phone navigating his way to his chatroom with you (which didn’t take long because you’re already favorited) and hands it over to the other puppy. She gasps seeing the address, she then turns it towards Hendery. His jaw nearly drops through the floor and his eyes pop wide open again.

“That’s our y/n,” Donghyuck hears her softly say, “She hasn’t been like this with anyone since-” she cuts herself off.

“I know.” Hendery concurs.

Turning back to the Shiba the smaller of the two smiles at him and she hands him his phone back, “Treat her good, or I will snap your neck.” her smile never falters as she very clearly threatens him.

Hendery smacks her arm lightly, “Babe,” he says with a tense tone, “what she means is that she is the y/n we were talking about. It’s been a while since she’s really talked to anyone per se but if she’s happy we’re happy too!”

Hyuck nods then basically shoos everyone out of his room (for the week). He thinks for a moment about texting you ‘good night’, but he decides against it though not wanting to seem to clung to you. He scrolls through random social media for a while, followed you on Instagram and Twitter in the process, and makes his own update on Twitter letting his followers know he wasn’t missing. It’s just past 2am when he finally decides to put his phone down and get some rest. Just as his eyes start to droop though, he hears his phone vibrate. It’s you again.

New message from ‘Pretty Girl <3’ at 2:18am

|| Good night Hyuck! I know you’re probably asleep already but I wanted to make sure I said good night before I fell asleep myself! I’ll see you tomorrow ♡

Needless to say: he falls asleep with a smile on his face.

The seems to drag on forever, you didn’t have any scheduled meetings or shoots today at all. You just had to sit at home and do nothing waiting for dinner to roll around. With nothing else to do you decide to run out to the grocery store and buy a few things to cook tonight with Donghyuck. Again it’s a beautiful day so you decide to walk there rather than drive. Today, unlike yesterday, you get stopped every few blocks by a group of people asking for autographs and asking for pictures. You’ve never had an issue with your fans wanting autographs or pictures but today you are so fixated on your dinner plans that you hardly process the questions and comments that the people give you on the way. Despite those interruptions you do enjoy your walk, the sun beating down on you and a gentle breeze brushing through your hair. You couldn’t help thinking back to yesterday and how much you enjoyed the walk with Donghyuck. By the time you do reach the grocery store, you don’t think you can be interrupted any more than you already have.

“Hey!”

You groan hearing a man’s voice behind you. Turning around though you see Dejun behind you. Smiling at him you start walking back down the aisle towards him.

“Hey! How have you been enjoying your break?” “It’s been pretty good honestly. Renjun’s in town visiting and brought his friend with him. I like him, he wasn’t weird about me being an omega like some people are. He’s a hybrid too which was nice, he’s a little weird honestly. I think it’s cause he just got through a breakup.”

“It’s always nice to meet new people! Just give him time to settle and get used to things. Actually, you’ll be pretty proud of me Dejun.” “Why’s that?” “I have a date tonight,” you smile at him, “we didn’t say it was a date, I think it’s a date though.” “Who’s the lucky person?” “A Shiba hybrid I met yesterday at the coffee shop by Hendery’s house. We ended up spending the whole day together and walking through the park nearby there.”

You chat with your fox friend for a while before he bids you goodbye saying he has to get home pretty quickly. Looking down at your phone you see a few texts from Donghyuck but also see that it’s nearly 3pm and you need to get home yourself. After responding to the Shiba you scramble around the store grabbing all the necessary foods and seasonings you need for tonight.

You decided to just do a simple pasta dish would be fine, you don’t know his cooking skills yet and how long he can actually focus on cooking. As you grab your bags after paying you realized that it wasn’t probably the best idea to walk there, you had more bags than you realized you would have. You committed to walking there and walking back though, you were far too stubborn to let yourself call an uber back just because you had a little extra to carry. It’s only a five-minute walk but you hadn’t realized how warm it actually is outside, by the time you reach your apartment you feel like you’re drowning in sweat. Your only option right now is to quickly shower and change before Hyuck arrives. Deciding to keep things semi-casual you choose to put on wider legged black slacks paired with a light pink silk tank top. Tossing your hair up into a half ponytail you quickly find your phone lost in the sheets of your bed. It’s a little before the time you had agreed for him to come over so calling him to make sure he was on his way was the best idea.

“Hey pretty girl.” he says the moment he answers your call.

“Hey puppy, you on your way?” “About to get in the elevator now. Are you that eager to see me?” you can practically hear his smirk through the phone.

“Maybe I am.” you flirt back, “Just let me know when you’re outside the door and I’ll let you in.”

“Open the door then, dear.”

You don’t bother responding, you rush towards the door and take a deep breath before opening the door for him. You hope you don’t look too excited when you see him on the other side of the threshold. Your breath does get taken away due to his appearance though, he’s more beautiful than you thought he was yesterday. Today he had a jean blue short-sleeve button-up open with a black t-shirt underneath. Red white and blue lettering in the middle of it in the shape of a circle. White jeans with a black belt to accompany the look. To top it all off a silver bracelet on his right wrist while a silver watch rests on his left wrist. When your eyes meet again you see him with the classic smile-smirk on and you smile back at him.

“I bought ingredients for pasta. I hope you like cooking.”

He smiles and steps inside your foyer, his tail wags as he moves through the space, still not having said anything yet. Then turning around to face you again and his smile grows brighter than it was before.

“I love cooking, and cooking with you seems even more fun.” his blonde ears twitching when a lock of hair brushes against them, “You look very pretty by the way, you always do, but you’re dressed like this is a date.” “Isn’t it a date?” “Do you want it to be?” You just smirk at him and turn on your heel towards your kitchen. You figure he could gather what your response would be by the simple look you gave him. He’s a very smart man whether everyone sees that or not. He trails not far behind you into the kitchen, you hear him make an audible noise of surprise. Commenting under his breath about how nice your apartment is you just giggle and bend down to grab a large pot from a cabinet next to your oven. You can feel his eyes studying you as you move through your space, you don’t mind it though, you’re happy that he doesn’t feel shy enough to do so.

“Hyuckie,” you call, “Could you grab the tomato sauce out of the fridge for me?”

He responds with a stuttered ‘yeah’ before making his way over to it. He seems almost nervous suddenly doing an actual activity rather than just talking and walking with you. It’s cute in a way. Seeing him beyond that flirty fiery persona he had originally shown is nice, you can see him as a whole rather than what he had originally wanted to show you. Smiling to yourself you filled the pot with water and set it to boil on the stove.

“Here you go.” he speaks softly setting the jar on the counter beside you.

“Thanks pretty pup.” you say almost absentmindedly.

When you process what you had just said you jump slightly and turn to face him. His face was anything but uncomfortable though, he has his ears leaned out slightly showing his contentment with the term of endearment. Then suddenly he swoops in and hugs you, giggling again your wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him back.

“This isn’t too much is it?” he questions against your hair.

“I don’t think it is. But you can’t hold me while we’re trying to cook, silly. It doesn’t work that way.” He whines slightly and hugs you tighter, “It’s just pasta, we just need to put the noodles in the pot, strain it, and put whatever toppings we want on it.” he states, “I can do that while hugging you.”

You hug him tighter in return and smile at his antics, “Are you sure about that Hyuck?” you ask, chin resting against his sternum.

He nods decisively and starts walking towards the stove all while still hugging you. You laugh and question what he’s doing, to which he responds that the water was boiling and he was adding the noodles. He never breaks the hug either, he keeps one arm wrapped around you as he maneuvers his way to pour the noodles into the boiling water. While the pasta cooks, you talk about random things, about your recent projects, his favorite games. Anything at all, and it never feels boring or awkward. He spins you around jokingly through your kitchen making you squeal with laughter while the pasta cools for a few moments. It all feels so natural with him, you don’t know where he’s been all your life but now that you have him here you don’t want to let him go.

Throughout your meal, you chat still about anything that comes to mind. Flirting freely and easily whenever an opportunity arises. Donghyuck still makes you laugh more than you ever thought you could and your smile never leaves your lips. You sit side by side at your small dining table and lose track of time without a care. You had offered wine earlier to go with your meal but he had denied it saying that he would love to just talk without being hindered by alcohol, not even a single drop, in his words.

“So Hyuck, when do you normally do streams?” you ask about halfway through dinner.

“Normally it’s on Tuesday and Friday nights. I might change it though because I think doing Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights make more sense for my schedule. Do calmer games or chatting on Monday and Wednesdays and then my more intense games on Fridays.” he explains, “Do you get a lot of freedom deciding your schedules modeling?” You shrug with a sigh, “Not really, my manager tries her best to do things in moderation. I normally do ad shoots during the weekdays, and some fashion shows too. My interviews are scattered throughout the week but the longer ones and TV appearances typically happen on the weekends. My normal day off is Wednesday but I got off today and tomorrow by some miracle.”

He nods taking another bite of his pasta, your conversation continues to flow even after dinner while you’re cleaning up. You both laugh the whole time sharing random anecdotes about your lives throughout the process. At one point he chases you around hands full of bubbles, and you giggle running away. The whole thing feels so domestic and happy, you love every moment of it. When you duck under his arms and reach the sink yourself your grab handfuls of bubbles too and chase him back. When you do catch him, you grab his face, covering his cheeks in bubbles. Laughing shamelessly, you make eye contact with him and hold it. The way he lights up when he smiles makes your heart flutter and his laugh sounds like music to your ears. When you finally do finish your laughing fits you still hold your eyes on his, your hands still holding his face. The way his eyes sparkle sends a tornado of butterflies through your stomach.

“Hyuck?” you question.

“Hmm?” he asks, his eyes darting between yours and your lips.

“What is this?” your voice slightly airy.

“A date, and normally I don’t kiss on the first date but,” he sighs interrupting himself, “I really, really, want to kiss you right now.”

You let out a shaky breath, “Nothing’s stopping you, you can kiss me if you want to.” “Do you want that though?” he asks, eyes still transfixed on your lips. “I do.”

Without another word, his lips are on yours. It’s a soft, gentle kiss. It almost feels like he’s slightly unsure about it. But the moment you smile against his lips he melts into your lips further, his bubble-covered hands moving up to hold your jaw. In any other situation, you would be annoyed being covered in them but now you don’t care in the slightest. As much as you want to deepen the kiss and take it farther you know that it’s probably not the best idea for the first date. Pulling away you smile at him and he smiles back. Reaching behind him you grab a towel and wipe the bubbles off his face. He smiles at your gesture and leans into your touch.

“Oh,” you sigh, “I got water all over your shirt… I have some oversized clothes if you want to change.”

“Already giving me clothes? You move fast, pretty girl.” he teases, “Sure, I’ll take some of your clothes.”

After he changes, you agree to sit in your living room and watch movies purely to make fun of them. Snuggled up on the couch you don’t even notice how you subconsciously lean into his side and rest your head on his shoulder. Nor do you notice how you drift off to sleep tucked up against him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. He smiles down at your sleeping form and reaches for the blanket sitting on the other side of him. He gently lays it over you and kisses the top of your head letting you rest peacefully. You must’ve been asleep for a while because when you wake up Donghyuck is asleep as well, his head resting back against the couch cushions. Now you smile up at him and snuggle closer. You might not sleep the best tonight but you’re more than happy to be able to sleep with him beside you.

You’re sitting at your makeup chair waiting to get your hair done for the second half of today’s photoshoot when your phone rings. It was Donghyuck, it’s been a few days since he had come over for dinner. He was oddly calm the morning after he accidentally slept over. He had even offered to go out and get breakfast for the two of you. You, of course, agreed and instead settled for having it delivered to you instead. On top of all that, he had also offhandedly asked you to be his girlfriend. At first, you thought he was joking but he absolutely wasn’t. When he clarified that he was being genuine and wanted to start dating only two days after meeting you can’t help but agree. It might be far too fast for some people but with how instantly you two clicked it was a no-brainer answer.

“Hi baby,” you hear his voice through the video call. “you’re still working?” “Hyuckie, it’s not that late! It’s only-” you stop to look at the time, it is rather late, “Oh, it’s already 10pm… I guess it is rather late. What time is your flight tomorrow?” you ask, trying to mask your disappointment.

“About that…” he draws out, “What if I stayed an extra week?”

You have your head tipped back as your stylist does your hair, “Would you stay with Dery and his girlfriend?”

“I was thinking I could stay with you.” he admits, “You have that game room that you hardly use and I can use that for my streams next week if you don’t mind it.”

“Okay.” you shrug, “I don’t see why not.”

“That easily? I don’t have to convince you?”

You giggle at him, trying not to move your head too much as it gets styled, “No, pup, I don’t mind at all. It just means an extra week with you.”

He takes a deep breath to respond but then the bedroom door bursts open revealing his Siamese Cat hybrid friend. You watch as Renjun rants and raves about how Hyuck still hasn’t packed and their flight is in the morning. It’s quite clear that he hasn’t told the other about his plan. You notice how a mischievous smirk grows on the puppy hybrid’s face.

“I’m staying.” he blurts out in the middle of Renjun’s ranting. “You’re what?!”

“Staying.” he says exaggerating each syllable, “At my girlfriend’s house. I bought a ticket for a week from now rather than go home tomorrow morning.” Renjun starts ranting about how impulsive the younger is and about how he has a job to do and bills to pay at home. The puppy simply laughs at his friend and you can’t help but laugh too. Just as Renjun was about to get into another rant topic he stops himself. “Did you say girlfriend? I leave you unsupervised for two fucking days and you’re already dating again?” “Listen this really feels right, you can ask y/n!” he insists, “Babe, tell him!” he whines at you.

You try to explain but the kitty is far too exasperated to process the new information. Instead, he ends up sighing in defeat and trudging his way out of the room to finish his own packing. You stay on the phone with your boyfriend for a while longer. The way his ears start drooping as he grows more tired is absolutely adorable to you. His smile even shows how tired he is and although you do try to get him to go to sleep it’s hard to convince a stubborn Shiba hybrid to do anything. You don’t mind it though when he falls asleep on the video call, his soft snores and puppy noises sounding through your speaker. You stay on the call for a few minutes just to be sure he’s really sleeping. The moment you do hang up though your manager comes over and nudges you.

“He’s something special isn’t he?” she prods.

“Yeah, he is.” you muse with a lovestruck smile.

“Hey guys!” the puppy exclaims the moment enough viewers are in the stream, “I’m back after a week of vacation!”

You’re sitting on a futon off to the side of the room while he talks to his viewers. You actually had asked to sit in and watch him play, it was a Wednesday night, and you had off. You were terribly bored knowing he was sitting in here being free entertainment and you weren’t watching him.

“New set up?” he reads a chat, “I mean temporarily.” he turns back to you asking if he can tell them about you, “I’m still at my vacation place, I’m just staying at my girlfriend’s apartment this week.”

He smiles and chats for a while longer before opening a lighthearted game to play. He had made an announcement over the weekend about his schedule change. You had slightly influenced him to do so, you couldn’t help but be greedy and want him to stream on your days off. When he won’t be here you still want to see him and watch him work.

“What happened to Mark?” he reads another chat, “Oh, we broke up, I didn’t say much about that. It felt too personal. You guys want to meet my girlfriend though?” You lower your phone and look at him, communicating with your eyes. You two haven’t been dating long but you were slightly shocked he was so ready to introduce you to them.

“Are you sure?” you whisper to him. “I’m sure baby, come here.” he smiles at you.

He moves his chair back making space for you to sit on his lap. The moment you sit down and say hi the chat explodes with messages. Most of them are just shocked that it’s you of all people. And of course, people asking how he managed to get a girl as beautiful as you. He just wraps his arms around your waist tighter and nuzzles against the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You smile at his behavior, feeling his ears brush against your skin. The chat seems to forget about the game for a while and instead ask you questions and unsurprisingly a few people ask if you can date them instead. The moment you read them out loud though Hyuck shows his possessiveness.

“Mine,” he pouts, “my girlfriend.”

“Yes Haechan, I’m your girlfriend.” you sigh, kissing one of his soft blonde ears, “Don’t worry I’m not going anywhere.”

“I won’t let you.” he pouts more.

“I don’t want to go anywhere. You play your game though, I’m going to get dinner started.” you smile, kissing his cheek when you stand up.

You smile while prepping dinner, you can hear him laughing loudly and yodeling randomly due to his excitement. You know it’s barely been two weeks at this point but you really could see a whole future with him. Just after finishing chopping up the vegetables, you decide to text your manager.

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scribe-cas · 9 months

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okay, okay, i have a question about couteau. (every time i write his name i pray i've written this correctly)

so in response to my last ask you have described him as- *checks notes* "such an ass" and "downright bastard". but from his previous descriptions he seemed like a really chill guy. i mean yeah he does some murder here and there, but even here, those are usually assholes, so there's at least the tiniest bit of good intentions there.

ANYWAY yes. my question. i am curious about his personality. could you say something more about that?? is he an ass ass or is he just insufferable but in a /affectionate way?? i am intrigued

HKSKSKNANXDD

I love the fact that I bully him enough that you asked this-

(You did write his name correct btw good job-)

Okay so here is the thing. His level of ‘bastard’ depends entirely on who you are.

He is, at all times, a bastard (affectionate). And that’s only because I know what a snarky prick he can be /w love

Just for reference, here is some of my top tier Couteau content.

Couteau is one of my favorite characters to write, in the fact that he’s usually at least a little snarky, a little full of awful humor, and a lot of heart.

He’s a dangerous guy, I’ll give him that, and his one liners as he hauls tied up men off in the back of his car are not always perfect. (I say, knowing that they rarely ever are, but no one who isn’t getting toted off to be murdered knows this he does it on purpose so that the only people who know he’s bad at improvising are dead)

Couteau has a bit of an immortality complex. He’s gotten past his ‘humanity’ and has somewhat forgotten what it’s like to just be a person. He doesn’t consider himself human, and does his best to act like one anyways.

When really, all that’s changed is his perception of himself- and despite the fact that he can punch a man in the face without feeling any remorse, and can regularly stand the crushing guilt most of us would face if we had to cook up an actual, real person for dinner- he hasn’t escaped it at all. And you can tell he cares.

He’s very good at pretending nothing bothers him, and honestly, a lot of it doesn’t, because if you partake in anything long enough, it becomes normal. And he can make the best of whatever situation is handed to him if need be. However, he is also filled with a special kind of rage from having to ‘make due’ for so long, which comes out in unhealthy coping mechanisms (like murder.)

He’s an adrenaline junkie. He can catch most people in a lie from 20 yards away from nothing but a gut feeling. If given the chance, he’d definitely be a gambling addict, but he doesn’t ever indulge. He likes to play games, and more than that, loves to travel.

I’m- I’m not positive?? but I am 90% sure he’s got autism. He’s good at being social but only because he’s thoroughly studied it, practice by practice. It comes easily to him now, but in the way a script would. He’s sound sensitive. He has his routines and despite being a bit sporadic when it comes to choices, he tends to stick to them, especially in times of need. He’s got echolalia (he repeats sounds and words he’s heard that he likes, on impulse, for no reason.) along with a million other things. But i am too sleepy to write them all rightnow.

Couteau is intelligent, but not at all mature (unless it’ll benefit him in some way.), and manipulative, but to a point. He sees it as a means to an end.

However

On the other hand, he struggles with PTSD pretty badly. He copes with dissociation, which doesn’t help with that warped self image and thinking that nothing bothers him, along with the fact that he will sometimes ignore his own boundaries, leading to him and others getting hurt.

He’s got insomnia, a touch aversion, and used to struggle massively with eating. He’s fine with and used to it now, but 300 years ago when he was dropped down into hell? He couldn’t even speak due to the amount of pressure he was under.

He’s gotten very good at managing it, and keeping his breakdowns quiet, along with finding things that make it easier, such as downing a shot of bourbon on a really bad night, or having a few puffs of a cigarette that doesn’t bother his allergies before he has to take someone out. He copes mainly with a lot of fucked up humor, although very few know him well enough to hear the jokes.

But there’s still a part of him that never got that healing break down. His closure has never come.

His main motivation is to just continue his life, because his last one ended far too soon.

And he’s working to avoid someone he cares about. But is slowly finding that just because one is gone does not mean there isn’t room for more. :>

He’s morally grey, sometimes he has to kill an innocent, and it fucks him up on the inside, but he also escorts people home and keeps drunk parents away from their children and murders men who beat their wives.

He just. Kinda is.

If you ask him, he’ll say he’s a villain, because he enjoys bringing pain.

What you consider him is none of his business.

But one time, a little girl called him a hero, and he didn’t stick around to let her see him smile.

Hope this helps!

#castalk #coutalk #couteau my beloved go back into your box #bists #blood is sweeter than silence #random dialogue #script snippets #i love him #that is all

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riot-writing · 1 year

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Howl's Moving Castle but when the prince of the other country come back to hit on Sophie1

(i actually hashed this out with a friend so there are some comments from her too!)

+Follow up thoughts on Howl’s Moving Castle: what happens when the prince from the neighboring country shows up to try and woo Sophie away from Howl?

+After the war is over he shows up like “Hey, man, glad she broke your spell, too, happy you’re alive, know she loves you dearly, but I gotta give it a shot” and Howl is 30% “Hey I can respect that” and 70% “this is MY emotional support curse breaking kind person and You! Can’t! Have! Her!!!”

+And I think Justin (that is his canon name, sorry you had to find out this way) shows back up knowing how it’s gonna go because Sophie wouldn’t be the woman he fell in love with if she were any less devoted to Howl or wishy-washy in her convictions so he shows up knowing it's not going to happen BUT what he doesn’t know is that Sophie has a very beautiful and kind sister

+So he’s visiting Sophie and meets Lettie and maybe Lettie is actually super smart, not just beautiful like she’s always been told is what matters most. Lettie’s enrolled in university!

+But she’s paying for it on her own because her mother doesn’t support such endeavors but Lettie is Determined!

+So maybe the first time Justin meets Lettie is actually at the cafe because Sophie is showing him around because her mindset is “this man can love me but I’m damned sure going to make sure it’s as a friend” and Sophie tells him her sister is starting university in the fall. And Justin - being the polite prince he is - asks Lettie what she’ll be studying and Lettie says international trade or economics or whatever the fantasy equivalent is and Justin is surprised. Lettie is easily beautiful enough to just marry for money and be a trophy wife, but he definitely respects her decision not to take the easy way out

+So because Lettie is a prepared bitch and she’s familiarized herself with all the readings for her first class already, she and Justin have a decent if very short conversation about how trade taxes have changed since the end of the war but Lettie has to go cause girl is at work.

+So Sophie and Justin have their tea and sweets and then return to Sophie’s mom’s house with her new filthy rich husband because you KNOW the woman would demand to host at least on dinner once she realizes a prince is interested in her daughter

+So there’s a dinner party and Sophie’s mom is being her insufferable self, but Justin is used to it, and he’s really interested in continuing his conversation with Lettie, but he doesn’t get to sit close enough to her at dinner so when the dancing starts, he has his obligatory dance with Sophie - and then one with Howl because the wizard is like “why do you only pay attention to Sophie” and sulks a little - and then goes to find Lettie, who is being nice to, but also trying to brush off a few marriage prospects her mother keeps sending her way

+So Justin cuts in and it’s not like you can say no to a prince so he asks Lettie to dance and she says yes because again you don’t really say no to a prince and she’s expecting him to lay on the charm to like get in good with Sophie, but he almost immediately jumps right back into their earlier conversation about trade clauses and taxation and she’s very surprised

+X: is this intentional wooing on his part because he knows she cares about it or is he genuinely interested in her thoughts?

+Absolutely genuine.

+Anyway the rest is like Justin discovering that just because Sophie is his one true love doesn’t mean she’s his Romantic one true love and that you can love more than one person at a time in more than one way

+Lettie can be considered radically liberal if she were to voice her opinions in some specific social clubs and Justin’s country has always been right leaning so she says some stuff that leaves him reeling and he just needs to know more

+I’m not saying that Lettie romances the heir of a country into changing political parties but I’m not not saying it either

+I also thinks it’s a Legally Blonde situation - Lettie def wants to marry this man but he’s not allowed to help her with school, he isn’t allowed to just give her money, and they don’t even announce their engagement until AFTER she graduates

+Which adds a whole new level of hilarity a la keeping it from her mom cause Justin proposes 6 months before Lettie graduates and they have to keep it hush hush so her mom doesn’t go blabbing about it

#xiaq #this is a thing im doing now i guess #surprise?#howls moving castle #lettie hatter #prince justin #i hate his name too #fanfiction #fanfic #studio ghibli #my writing #answered ask #asks are open #now taking requests

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void-inked-pen · 2 years

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Sainon strikes again!!

I grew up with tmnt 2003 so I’m biased too but I did like 2012 when it came out, but I didn’t follow it as much as I did 03

I completely agree with you on Donnie and Mikey’s characterization! I really loathed what they did to Donnie with the whole love triangle thing they wanted to do. I absolutely loved Donnie in 03 but 12 Donnie omfg. I blame a lot of my dislikes of the show on the writing itself bc I don’t think they wrote April very well either it’s odd idk.

I thought Donnie’s crush on April was cute, silly, and funny at first but they kept beating the dead horse with this and then Casey showed up, added to it, and I wanted to scream.

They ALL deserved better but how the writers treated mikey and his canonical adhd was TRASH.

This is just me very personally as well but when I was just a wee child I empathized with 03 raph a lot bc, even tho I never acted on it, I was just constantly filled with rage that’s a lie I swung a computer at my bully’s face when I’d finally had enough. I didn’t like how they treated Raph’s anger in 2012 especially during the episode where they specifically addressed it. Splinter basically just said “bottle it” and like kind of belittled him for letting things get to him. When they were insulting him for the sake for the exercise I think I realized that 12 raph has trouble seeing when people are being serious with their insults (like me lol). Those were his brothers, contextually he should’ve known they didn’t actually mean any of those things but that’s not how he takes it. And if slash SPIKE is anything to go by he actually thinks his brothers think a lot of bad things about him. He doesn’t open up to his brothers because he does not trust them with his emotions that he himself has trouble dealing with/interpreting

On a more positive note: I do love Raph and Mona’s relationship ship, it’s absolutely fantastic

12 Raph likes a woman that can kick his ass and I have to respect that

Writing characters with anger is a difficult slope and is often written badly. As someone who has anger issues but learned how to deal with them over time, when I see a character like 2012 raph, who has trouble handling and understanding his emotions, it both points out the issues and also makes it hard for me as someone who deals with the same thing, relate because it’s often demonized.

Literally half the stuff they wrote in 2012 acted like they wanted to talk about heavy issues but it was written in a way that was almost mocking and demonizing with most of not all the characters. Literally it brought out the worse in everyone of these characters and it drives me nuts

April is the “strong girl who don’t need no man/turtle” but written insufferably, Donnie is the swooning brother who basically is an incel but also a genius who seriously deserves recognition for all he’s done (rest PLS), raph and his anger issues and lack of understanding his own emotions and the perpetuated “I’m tough, don’t feel emotion” manly bullshit, the terrible depiction of Mikey and his ADHD, and I’m not sure they did a very good job or not on PTSD with Leo and his whole focus on being the leader isnt… that great from what I know. And Casey… idk tbh??? He also had some “let me fight for the girl” dumb dumb stuff so he was meh. The love triangle with him and Donnie and April was also dumb because if those three just stopped that shenanigans, can you imagine how great they’d be as a dynamic???

Anyway, ye. There is definitely a lot they could have done better with all of them but I know that is more of a time thing~

Thanks for coming back Sai-Non!!

-pen

#pen talks #tmnt 2012 #writing discussion #discussion

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 1 year

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"Corrupted" Snippet - The Magnus Archives x Malevolent WIP

Danny Stoker died trying to keep a weird, cursed book away from some very bad people.

Tim has the book.

Tim has no idea.

Opening it has thrust him into an entirely new world.

A snippet in which Tim tried to find help at the Magnus Institute, and did not - and the conversation thereafter is beginning to make him wonder what is truly inside his head.

(thunder)

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Stairs just ahead. Take your time.

He does, one step at a time, using the excuse of concentration to be silent.

He wipes his leaky eyes.

Are you all right?

“No. Gonna have to be, though, apparently, because I don’t want to take his deal.”

I promise you, Bouchard will be watching us regardless of what we do.

“Well, fuck that guy, then,” says Tim. “I guess consent isn’t on some fear god’s radar.”

John snorts. I don’t know why you ever thought it would be. You’re at the bottom. Where now?

“I don’t know. I’m trying to think. Can I just walk somewhere? Get away from this place?”

Walk to your right. There isn’t much traffic.

Tim does, and doesn’t speak again until he’s found a comfortable pace and position that seems to keep him from smashing into anyone.

John directs, corrects, and lets him ponder.

“So here’s what I’m thinking,” Tim finally says. “If all this is real, then other things must be. So. Are there good fairies, or something? Wishing wells? Forest spirits of mercy, or kindness, or whatever?”

There’s a pause.

Tim… I don’t know everything, but I do know this: no. There are no beneficent fairies. No good and kind spirits just waiting to freely give of themselves to undeserving mortals. Everything that exists only does so because it has not been eaten or used by something else, including you - from your immune system to your choices, you also fight to survive. Yes, I believe we will find help, but it will come at a price. It's just a matter of what price you’re willing to pay.

Strangely, this is different from John’s usual calming tone. It’s not crazy-smooth; it’s just quiet, and Tim suddenly feels like this is the first time John has been genuinely gentle with him.

Tim’s throat feels tight. “Bit of a downer, there,” he manages after a minute. “So what do we do?”

You truly don’t feel what he offered was worth what he asked?

“Just being in that building made me feel paranoid, and that isn’t like me. I started to get angry, over, just… nothing. No. Whatever price I have to pay, I’m not losing myself for it. That guy didn’t even have a solution, anyway. Just a what-if. Not worth it.”

Then we keep looking.

“I don’t know where to look, is the problem. And just so you know, John? Maybe I am surviving, like everybody else here, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make choices and be a good person and help other undeserving mortals.”

Seeing yourself as the hero, are you?

Tim snorts. ”No. I’d be a cheerfully bisexual bard, at best, not a protagonist. I just mean… I don’t know. You make every living thing sound like an asshole, and I don’t think all of us are.”

John chuckles. A slutty bard? Really?

“It’s a DND ref- wait. You understood that?”

Yes. I’m familiar with the trope. I’m merely amused you used it.

So that has some implications, holy shit. “How the hell are you familiar with an internet meme?”

Well, two ways. The first is that as long as we share a body, some of your knowledge will sink into me – a little bit like water through porous stone. Not much, but enough to give us some common contextual ground. However, in this case, it’s because not everyone who kept this book was only a cultist. Some of them were nerds.

“What, did they just keep you on the table while scrolling through I Can Haz Cheezburger?”

Sometimes.

This doesn’t feel like the full truth. There’s something else John is not saying here, but Tim doesn’t know how to get at it. “I can talk to you in memes,” he says instead.” I’m going to be insufferable.”

John chuckles.

Or… maybe that was the truth, and Tim just feels paranoid thanks to whatever the hell that place was. “How does anyone even manage to work there without all becoming axe murderers?” he mutters.

I believe if you are inclined toward the type of fear and information-gathering that god prefers, it grants some sanity so you can keep feeding it. I’ve seen the like.

“A whole fear-god economy. Fuck me, that’s wild.”

Indeed.

“And by the way - what was all that ‘mine’ stuff about?”

John sighs. I apologize. I… felt strange, in that place. I could feel it feeding on you, and I didn’t know how else to react. I thought perhaps it would respect some kind of… prior claim. Obviously, that didn’t work.

Tim laughs weakly. “Oh, we are definitely not going back to Spooky Manor, then. But where do we go instead?”

I have an idea, if you’re willing to try it - but first, you need to eat. He was right about that. Man shall not live by peanut butter alone.

It is deeply unnerving to hear all these deeply human references, used with such easy familiarity. “I don’t want to try dealing with a restaurant. Find me a take-out place.”

Keep going. I’ll get you there.

It’s going to be okay, Tim tells himself on repeat. It’s going to be okay.

Though a tiny part of him is beginning to wonder if, somehow, his family might be cursed.

#amwriting #tim stoker #yellow mallevolent #wip #tma fic #malevolent fic #fic in progress

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yikimiki · 3 years

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thinking so fucking hard about loser/stoner eren and popular/mean girl reader............ how she'll tease him and bully him at school but when they're fucking its always the opposite way around........ he has such a grip on her and shes so whipped for him that the pent up teasing just comes out during sex and he is just being so mean to her

This is a different au from the other loser eren asks — aiming more towards stoner!eren x popular!reader!! Also this got really long?? It’s a mix of headcanons and drabbles so hold on

warnings: smut, dirty talk, mean dom eren, rough sex, crying, creampie, multiple rounds, spanking, hair pulling, mentions of drugs (weed), degradation, use of “bitch”, “slut”, “whore”, “cocksleeve”, no prep, ass play, size kink, dumbification, mentions of spitting, dubcon (just to be sure)

No but imagine... Eren is this outcast, unbothered type of guy that doesn’t give a fuck about the social hierarchy of college or whatever. For some sick and twisted reason, you are particularly interested in him — there’s something about his baggy clothes, long hair under his cap/beanie and his “fuck everything” attitude that gets you going. But you can’t really show that you’re attracted to a complete loser like him, it would ruin your reputation, so you have to pretend as if you love teasing him, mocking him. Which, like, it’s totally funny.

It works for some time, until you are alone in a room with him. It happens in some weird college party that you almost didn’t go to, when you decide to take a break from dealing with your drunk friends and find shelter in a bedroom somewhere. It takes you some time to find one that it’s not locked or... being used, but eventually you open the door to find Eren, just scrolling through his phone with a blunt hanging from his lips. This time, considering it’s just you and him, you skip the provocations and ask him what he’s doing alone in there, you sit next to him in bed and listen as he complains about some friend that dragged him to that obnoxious party.

“I was just passing some time before I found an excuse to leave,” he says, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The smell of weed is filling the stuffed air, and Eren takes another hit before putting his blunt out. “And what are you doing here? Got tired of ruining everyone’s night and decided to ruin mine?”

“It’s always more fun with you.” You smile, one hand landing on his shoulder. Eren tenses under your touch, bright green eyes trying to see if you’re just making fun of him again. Still, there’s something else burning at the bottom of your irises that he has never seen before, something that makes his stomach clench in anticipation. “Besides… now I have you all to myself.”

“What are you getting at?” He asks, but his voice sounds lower, eyebrows furrowed in doubt. You two are close, so much closer than ever before, and he can feel your gentle breathing on his lips when you lean closer. His heart picks up, and his hands are fighting to touch your body. “If this is some sort of prank, I swear—“

“It’s not a prank,” you whisper, looking down at his lips. Eren swallows dry — it’s funny: even after months of teasing, this is the clearer reaction you’ve ever received from him. “Can I kiss you?”

Eren has never heard you ask for anything — especially from him. It takes him some time to warm up to the idea (and to make sure you’re not just fucking with him again), his cock stirring awake in his baggy pants, before he gives you a curt nod. You smile, leaning in and joining your lips in a heated kiss.

And you swear you have the upper hand for some time. You sit on his lap, run your fingers through his hair and watch as he becomes pudding under your touches — just groaning and sighing against your lips as his rough hands squeeze your ass, making you grind your pussy down against his hard cock until you’re soaking through the fabric. But then something in the air suddenly switches and Eren is turning you around, trapping you beneath his large body as his lips eagerly move down to your neck, hands practically tearing your top open so he can suck on your tits.

You whimper and ask him to slow down, but he’s not really listening at this point — if you’re giving yourself to him, he’s going to make good use of his time. Especially when he thinks you should learn one thing or two about how to properly behave, about not always getting what you want, but what you deserve after teasing him for so long. All those months of pent-up frustration are getting to his head, turning into a power trip as he notices that he’s so much stronger than you, that he can do whatever he wants and you’ll just have to take it. And he’s gonna make sure you’ll take it all.

In no time, you’re completely naked, clothes mindlessly thrown around the room and Eren is looking at your body like he can eat you whole. He asks you to “Turn around,” as he takes off his own clothes, and your surprised at the eagerness in which you follow his command. You don’t know what’s going on with you — all those bitter comments you’d throw at him are now long gone, barely a ghost at the back of your mind when you feel him shuffle closer to you. Eren pulls your hips upwards, presses your face down against the mattress and spanks your ass so hard you swear you see stars.

“Eren!” You cry out, both from pleasure and surprise. “What are you—“

“Shut up.” His hands come down against your ass once more, making you whine. “You never fucking stop talking, such an annoying bitch.” Your skin burns as he lays down more hits against your ass cheeks, your hands helplessly holding onto the bedsheets. “This is what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to snap, to treat you like the needy whore you are.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. Your pussy is so aroused that you just feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the coldness of the air making you shiver. You never needed someone as much as you needed him. “Eren, fuck me,” you sob.

His large figure leans over you, one hand yanking your hair back as his face stops next to yours. You can feel his cock — huge, throbbing, heavy — in between your sensitive ass cheeks, and the notion that he’s about to stretch you out so wide makes you whine. “Didn’t fucking listen, why don’t you get some fucking manners and try again?”

“Please, Eren, f-fuck me,” you utter, arching your back against his cock. You never noticed how big and strong he is, but now that he’s towering over you, you have no choice but to feel yourself shrinking beneath him. “Please, please.”

He scoffs. “Needy bitch,” but he releases your hair and pushes your face down against the mattress, using his free hand to align himself with your dripping cunt. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” You barely have time to answer before he’s pressing his cockhead against your pussy, your hole fluttering around his length as he continues to push in. Eren is huge, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, and the lack of prep only makes you feel the stretch even more. “Shit, look at this tight fucking cunt,” he breathes out. His hands are squeezing your ass so hard you just know it’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care. “Can’t believe you kept this from me for so fucking long.”

You have half the thought of apologizing, but you can’t do it when he bottoms out. By the time that his cock is fully inside you, you can barely utter out an incomprehensible string of “S-So huge, E-Eren— too much— fuck, so big, I can’t take it, I can’t...” before he’s moving his cock in and out of you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, spanking your ass once again. The noise is so much louder this time, your moan following it shortly. “Fucking annoyed me for months just because you wanted to milk my cock like a desperate little whore,” he seethes, grabbing your ass forcefully as he drills into your soaking cunt. Eren is going hard and fast, so much so that you feel as if your brain is rattling inside your head, tits bouncing against the mattress as he continues his unforgiving pace. “Always knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know you’d be so fucking— shit — so fucking insufferable.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face because of how good it all feels.

He scoffs. “Not yet. But you’ll be sorry.”

And boy how sorry you are. You had no idea that Eren would have that ridiculous amount of stamina, but you don’t even know how many times you’ve cum by the end of the night. Eren fucks you full of his cum again and again, spanking you and pulling your hair every time you misbehave and can’t keep it in like he tells you to — because “you’re such a dumb bitch, can’t even listen when you’re full of cock”.

He makes you cum on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue, even makes you desperately grind against his thigh to get yourself off just because he likes how dumb you look. He fills every whole he can — spits in your mouth, fucks your throat, fingers your ass as he’s fucking you from the back and promises that next time it’ll be his cock. He’s just so mean, so revengeful of every time you annoyed him that he can’t be nice even if he tried. It’s just too good to have almighty little you turned into a stupid slut for his cock, crying and begging for him to fill you up one more time.

“Listen to me,” he hisses, making you turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, barely able to find his with your orgasm building up again. “This is all you’re fucking good for,” he says, and his cock throbs inside you. Eren’s cum is seeping down your thighs, coating his length and making his slide easier as he continues to pound inside your abused cunt. “You’re made to be a cocksleeve, this pussy is made to take my cock. Do you understand?” You agree with a whiny yes. “Gonna stop fucking annoying me now? You can just ask and I’ll fuck you whenever you want, okay?” You nod, only half there, and for the first time that night he calls you “Good girl,” before stuffing you full of his cum again.”

Anyways???? Idk what came over me but yeah. Popular girl reader that is a complete slut for loser eren when theyre fucking. I rest my case.

#eren smut #eren jaeger x you #eren yaeger headcanons #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren x reader #eren x you #eren headcanons #aot smut #snk amut #attack on titan smut

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sukirichi · 3 years

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— there’s always a price to pay when you get your hands on a work of art.

PAIRING: tattoo! artist megumi x reader

REQUEST. tattoo artist au + mutual pining + size kink, praise kink, thigh riding + reader is shorter than megumi and isn’t shy

WARNINGS: feral megumi, scratching, vaginal sex, size kink, praise kink, mature content, slight overstimulation, sexual tension lol, unedited story

NOTES: ah thank you so much for this request, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Here is my third contribution for FERAL MEGUMI FRIDAYS! and oh wow tattoo artist megumi uh no thoughts head empty

WC: 5.4k+

The tattoo saloon loomed over you, the neon signs almost blinding in the darkness. You could feel your heart pick up its pace in your chest as you hitched your bag up higher, the excitement settling in your toes. Mustering up the brightest smile you could have, you cleared your throat and pushed the door open, the tiny bell on top jingling to signal your arrival.

Your eyes roamed around the walls covered with intricate drawings, the leather seats dark and kept in pristine. Now that was rare – your leather couches always wore out in just a few weeks.

Making your way inside, grip on your sling bag still tight, you bit your lip as you peaked behind the counter. Empty. No one was there, and the nearby opened rooms were empty as well. Scratching your head, you scrunched your nose in confusion. You were sure you got the right place.

With a heavy sigh, you turned to leave, then stopped in your tracks when a dark-haired man exited a door you hadn’t even noticed at first.

He was tall – taller than you; his arms stretched until the sleeves of his black hoodie were pulled down, revealing a sliver of black tattoos that marked his skin. Upon hearing your awed gasp, his cold blue eyes fluttered to yours, the man – who was absolutely handsome despite his frown – froze in his spot.

You waved a hand to him, your smile bigger than ever. “Hi!” So you would be working with this cute guy? Maybe job-hunting wasn’t such a bad experience, after all.

“Hey,” he drawled out hesitantly, approaching you with his ink stained fingers pointed at you. He was still frowning, which was a damn shame, since you were sure he’d look even hotter if he smiled. “So...you’re Y/N.”

“Yeah!”

“And you...” he tilted his head to the side, inquisitive eyes studying your form. You would’ve felt conscious with the way his brows furrowed, eyes unreadable and lips pressed into a thin line, but you were sure you dressed to impress on your first interview. You admitted, however, that maybe wearing a white collared shirt with a pink tennis skirt made you stand out like a sore thumb in the heaviness of the studio. “...want to be a front desk man here?”

“Yeah!”

“What makes you think you’re qualified for this?” he crossed his arms on his chest, and you didn’t miss the slight bite of his voice. So he was handsome – but cranky. Great. “You don’t look like you fit in here.”

“Judging someone’s appearance and inferring that it has any relation to their credentials isn’t such a professional thing to do, you know,” you raised your chin proudly, jutting a pointer finger to his chest. He clearly didn’t expect this because he scowled and took a step back, while you fought the grin that threatened to paint your face. “Would you like it if people told you that you’re not qualified to be a lawyer because of your tattoos and piercings?”

He scoffed, “I don’t want to be a lawyer. As you can see, I’m a tattoo artist. And to answer your question, no, I don’t give a fuck what people think about me.”

“I can tell,” you muttered to yourself before smiling back up at him. He was too easy to read; his brow quivering and lips firm at your faux enthusiasm. “But yes, I do believe I’m qualified! I’m a fast learner and I’m even quick on my feet! I’m really good at talking to people too so I believe I can help schedule client appointments really well and guide them with this whole process.”

“Being front desk man doesn’t mean serving the clients tea and biscuits.”

“I know.”

“You know?” he snorted with a roll of his eyes. He then gestured you to follow him all the way back to the front desk. You expected he’d teach you about how to handle the appointment books or pick up phone calls, but instead he plopped down on the leather couch of the waiting area, his legs crossed on top of the other.

Your eyes followed the patch of pale skin exposed from his ripped jeans before you looked away, not wanting him to see that you found him attractive despite his less than welcoming personality.

“What exactly do you know about this industry?”

“Nothing, to be honest, but I’m not here to be a tattoo artist or anything. I just really need a job and I assure you I’ve got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to manning front desks or counters,” you stated confidently, “I know I look out of place, but I really need this job.”

The man only narrowed his eyes at you. Contemplation was written all over his face, probably wondering why you couldn’t just work somewhere else. “Why come here, of all places?”

“Because it’s the only one that has a flexible schedule,” you sighed, “I can’t work shifts anymore because I’m too busy at university. From when I talked to your boss – Geto, was it? – he said that the salon was open 24/7 and I could work until before my classes start. He’s not really strict about that kind of thing.”

“So you mean to tell me,” he leaned forwards, looping his fingers with one another while his ice cold gaze slithered over your desperate ones. “You’ll be at university for half the day, sleep until midnight, and then come here to work and attend class a few hours later? Isn’t your schedule a little irregular?”

“Oh no, it’s not like that! I also have mock classes after uni and it lasts until late at night, then I help clean at the local shelter. They’re running out of volunteers and the dogs are really adorable and take my stress away so...I make sure to come by when I have time.”

“You are one odd creature,” he noted loudly, almost as if he wasn’t completely aware he vocalized his thoughts. Well, at least now you knew he wasn’t the type to think his words over, which either made him more entertaining – or insufferable the longer you worked with him – if you began working anyway. “You could’ve used your spare time to rest. Do you even eat?”

“Yeah, I have a granola bar right now with me! I actually brought two,” you pulled out the snack from your bag, “You want some? I only got the oats, though.”

“Keep it to yourself,” he rolled his eyes, slapping his hands over his knees before rummaging over something behind the counter. “Fine. If Geto said he’s okay with you, then you’re hired.”

“Really, that easy?” your eyes widened, but then you chuckled when this strange man glared at you in response. He sighed as he pulled out a piece of paper, a pen on top of it. The papers read something about application forms and credentials, and you beamed, happily writing your information away with a slight bounce in your toes.

Unable to keep your happiness to yourself, you looked back at the bored man, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. “Huh. I was kind of expecting you would grill me – you’ve got that scary look in your eye. Let me guess, you often scare clients off?”

It seemed he could never get tired of glaring at you, because his eyes fuelled with heat as he leaned against the wall.

You hated to admit that he looked ridiculously handsome like that – the guy wasn’t even doing anything remotely attractive in the first place!

“I’m the most booked artist here, and I ask that you don’t get too comfortable with me. You haven’t even started working here and you’re already riling up on my train,” he groaned when you merely laughed in response. He made quick work of signing something in your form before handing you a key. “Here’s for your locker. Come to work tomorrow. Geto won’t be around for a week so I’ll be the one judging your performance. If you fuck up in the slightest – I won’t hesitate to fire you, you understand? We always have Yuuji coming around anyway, you’re really not that needed for the front desk.”

“Oh,” you nodded at his harshness, unsure whether to feel threatened or amused. “O-okay. I’ll do my best then. I look forward to you – ah, wait, what’s your name?”

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“Oh, that’s a pretty name,” you muttered to yourself, uttering his name over and over again until it rolled smoothly on your tongue. “Shame you have a shitty attitude along with that handsome face, though.”

“You trying to say something?”

You faced him, about to laugh when he scowled at your not-so-subtle comments. Waving your hands to him, you made your way out the door, your smile only irritating him further. “No, I wasn’t. I’ll be taking my leave then – see you tomorrow!”

Seems like working in a tattoo studio wouldn’t be so bad.

You came to work the next day early and pumped with adrenaline. The idea of meeting the moody tattoo artist caused you to be giggly and happy the whole day, not even feeling the exhaustion of a long day of hard work as you made your way inside the shop.

Clocking in at exactly two in the morning, you proudly tugged your name badge on top of your left breast, patting it for good luck.

The bells jingled, making you look away from your tag. “Good morning – oh, where’s Megumi?” The man standing in front of you was taller than Megumi, his head nearly knocking over the doorframe if it wasn’t for his poor, slouched lanky frame.

He had white hair that brushed atop his cerulean blue eyes, and your eyes widened because wow, he was beautiful.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! Megumi told me you came around yesterday but he didn’t tell me the counter girl was this pretty,” He was in front of you the next second, his nose nearly grazing over yours that had you leaning back into the wall for space. “Hmm...he didn’t tell me that at all.”

“Oh, thank you. You are...?”

“I’m Gojo Satoru, one of the senior artists here. Since Megumi isn’t here yet, let me give you a tour!” Before you could react, Satoru already had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, his other arm waving and pointing to all the hung paintings and labels on each door. You found it odd that he treated you like you were an old friend, but you weren’t going to complain. Nice co-workers were always welcomed.

“Here is the holding area where clients wait to get their session done. This is Geto’s studio and right next to that is his office where he does all the finances and all that jazz, while this is my studio. Cool, isn’t it?”

Your mouth fell ajar as Satoru led you inside his studio, the walls painted the same aquatic shade of his eyes, but what caught your attention was the galaxy themed tattoo designs he made. They came in different shapes – a volcano head, a dragon, a worm, a four-armed monster – but inside them were all galaxies with sparkling and burning stars. You could see everything and nothing all at the same time.

“Whoa, you made all this?!”

Satoru’s chest puffed out proudly, “Yeah, I did. I’m flattered by your reaction, I really am, but you haven’t seen Megumi’s yet. There’s a reason our salon boomed even though he’s only been working here for two years.”

At the mention of his name, your interest was piqued, all ears and curious smiles directed to Satoru. “Oh, can I see Megumi’s studio?”

“You can – if you book an appointment.”

“But I don’t plan on getting any tattoos,” you frowned.

“You’ll never get to see his work then,” he chuckled to himself, the sound growing louder when you visibly deflated. What was the point of getting your hopes up like that then? “Megumi doesn’t like letting others in his studio without permission or an appointment.”

“Why not?”

“He’s just iffy about it,” he shrugged, “Don’t bother trying to decode his personality anymore, Megumi’s very hard to understand. Though if I were to make sense of it...” he rubbed his chin, eyes looking out into the distance. “I guess you could say Megumi’s not the type to be showy when it comes to his work of art. Did that clear it up?”

You blinked back blankly. “No, not really. But it’s fine – I don’t plan on getting to know him anyway.”

That was the biggest lie of your life.

The moment Megumi came around a few minutes later, a loud groan upon your animated greeting over his arrival, your chest bloomed with a different kind of fluttery warmth. He rarely came out after that, clients swarming in to both his and Satoru’s studios, but each faint glimpse of his door cracking open that allowed you to see him focused as he worked, you could no longer deny the heat burning down your legs.

You crushed on the grumpy tattoo artist.

And the more you came around work, greeting him zealously and teasing him to no end that he’d look hotter if he smiled, your crush only intensified for him – completely unaware that he too, couldn’t get his thoughts off of you even with his door closed.

In fact, he kept his door closed all the time because your voice distracted him too much.

“Hey, Y/N, you free?”

You looked up from the textbook you were reviewing, slamming it shut when Satoru’s head peeked out from his studio. He was still wearing gloves with a pen between his fingers, most likely still in the middle of a session.

“Yep! We don’t have appointments yet and I’ve already closed it for non-appointees. Did you need me to get you something?”

“Yeah, could you get Megumi for me? He isn’t picking his phone up and one of our special clients are coming soon. I’m packed right now so I can’t fetch him. I’ll send you the address and you get him, yeah? Just open the counter if you need money for a cab.”

You blinked owlishly at him. On one side, you’d be more than glad to see Megumi again. He hadn’t arrived despite it being four in the morning already, and you were worried, but you also didn’t have his number to ask how he was doing. Progress with Megumi was...slow, to say the least.

He still holed himself up in his studio, coming out only for bathroom breaks, although you noticed a drastic improvement when he finally began to mutter an almost shy “good morning” under his breath for the past few weeks.

It wasn’t much, but you’d have to make do.

“Uhm, when is this client of his coming? Should I run...?”

“Yeah, you need to fucking run. They’re coming in an hour and a half!” Satoru exclaimed, flailing his hands around like a madman.

Even after working with him for some time, you still couldn’t believe the older man was practically a man child, even asking for head pats sometimes. He would lean down with a pout, using a squeaky voice to call your attention, which always succeeded in Megumi fake gagging before he locked himself inside his studio.

“Forwarded you his address. Really sorry for the inconvenience, Y/N!”

“It’s okay!” you jumped out of your seat in an instant, not bothering to take your name tag off anymore as you left the salon, hailing the nearest cab.

Megumi lived quite far from the salon, which had you wondering why he chose to work there when there were plenty of salons in his area too. His place looked shady, as well, his apartment in a high-rise building with endless graffiti and several drunk stragglers hooting for you.

You ignored them all, taking two steps at a time from his staircase, your hands on your knees as you panted for air. Why did he have to live on the tenth floor?

“Megumi! Megumi!” you banged your fist on the door, throat parched from your sudden cardio session. You were sure you burned ten calories just from that sprint, and you sighed in relief when Megumi swung the door open, still looking handsome – and sleep-deprived – as ever in his black shirt and black skinny jeans.

“What?” he demanded. After seeing that it was you, he quickly snatched a water bottle and passed it your way, closing his door behind him. “Y/N? What are you doing here? How’d you know where I live?”

“Satoru said you had a really important client. You weren’t picking your phone up so he sent me to come get you.”

“It’s my day off,” he grumbled, answering your silent questions, your worries dissipating into thin air. Once you’d satisfied yourself by basically dunking the entire bottle, Megumi rolled his eyes, his hands flat on the small of your back while he guided you downstairs. The sudden touch flamed your cheeks; a stupid smile on your face. You were shameless, though, leaning back closer to him in the darkness of the early morning. “Why does he send a girl out of all people?”

“Something wrong with that?”

“It’s unsafe. My neighbourhood isn’t the best and who knows what would’ve happened to you if some goons came out?” Megumi hailed for a back, surprising you when he let you get in first and paid for the fee despite your outstretched hand prepared with the bills. “I can’t believe Sukuna chose this day to come of all times. I can never get a damn break.”

“Sukuna?”

“A special client. He’s a really huge tipper and comes on odd schedules – I didn’t think he’d come now.”

“Yeah, I checked the papers and he wasn’t there,” you frowned to yourself.

Megumi pressed his head against the window, eyes closed as his chest heaved up and down rhythmically. With the sun slowly shining from behind you, the golden stretches of it outlined his sharp features you adored, and you rested your chin on your palms, eyelashes fluttering at his beauty. “You know, Megumi, you’re really pissy sometimes – but you’re quite nice, aren’t you? I’d say you were even worried for me.”

He cracked one eye open, those blue eyes still shining with irritation, but make no mistake since his ears were flushed red. “I’m not. I just don’t want to be involved in a police investigation if they find your body near here.”

“How sweet of you.”

“Shut up.”

You and Megumi were beginning to get closer. You couldn’t pinpoint where he started to grow more comfortable with you, but it was definitely there and it was painfully evident that even someone stupid like Satoru noticed the sexual between you two.

He would always sniff the air whenever you and Megumi sat next to each other during lunch breaks, a wide grin on your face while Megumi buried his face in his hands, groaning because he knew the moment Satoru opened his mouth, nothing but dumb comments would come out. And dumb comments they were; the white-haired man merciless as he teased Megumi for acting like a cute little kid around you.

You never took it to heart, though. It was Megumi you were talking about; he was hot and cold; sweet then distant from one moment then an entire person the next.

Not that you minded, it only added to your fuelling crush on him, but you couldn’t control the way your heart fluttered every time Satoru whispered that he did like you, excusing that Megumi just wasn’t the best with words. Apparently, Megumi had spent too much time holed up in his apartment and studio that he had zero to little knowledge on how to talk to pretty girls – especially one that was clearly attracted to him as well.

Satoru encouraged you to go for it – that you should confess or break the ice first otherwise Megumi would never do anything about his raging boner every time you came around.

You only flushed at his statement, but you couldn’t deny that you too felt the same way.

One morning where Satoru and Geto were out restocking supplies, you and Megumi were left alone in the salon. Of course, he still resorted in the comfort of his studio, muttering under his breath that he wanted to try some designs before disappearing. Only this time, he left the door slightly open, the lights peeking through the slight crack.

Walking up to him with muted footsteps, you leaned over his shoulder, glancing over a sketch of...you? “Are you drawing me?”

Megumi yelped at your voice right next to his ear, throwing the paper away on the other side of the room before glaring at you. You laughed at his reaction, because how was it possible he was both so criminally sexy yet adorable? He looked terribly gorgeous today, as well, wearing a short sleeved black hoodie and black sweatpants, looking so comfortable and boyfriend like – and you couldn’t even begin to express your appreciation over his new lip piercing.

“Why do you always sneak up on me?” he snapped, “Didn’t I tell you I wanted privacy?”

“Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”

Megumi sighed exasperatedly, turning back to organize his pencils before glaring at you. “What do you want? Got no one else to bother since Satoru isn’t around?”

“I just wanted to see your art,” you mentioned, but kept your eyes directed on him instead of the plethora of sketches and designs hanging from his wall as to not offend him. “Satoru told me to never come inside. He said you’re really...private when it comes to your works,” you furrowed your brows at the last part, feeling your heart beat pulse at your tongue.

It was now or never.

“Can I see your tattoos too?”

“Why do you want to see them?”

“A work of art on a canvas who’s also a work of art himself?” you finally gained confidence to tease him again, getting riled up further when Megumi stiffened at your curious hands travelling under his shirt. His breath sharpened as his glare only deepened, though he didn’t make a move to stop you. “Why wouldn’t I want to see that?”

“Being flirty doesn’t work on you. It’s not cute.”

“You’re blushing though,” you remarked. Megumi groaned and pushed your face away until your buttocks landed on his recliner. Satisfied with Megumi not completely kicking you out, you swung your legs back and forth, still staring at his hoodie as if it was an offensive material.

“Can I...see?” Megumi rolled his eyes before he lifted his shirt up, revealing to you intricate patches of black ink splattered over ripples of muscles. Your mouth salivated, and somewhere down there, you drooled too. Tentatively, your hands reached out to finger the image of canines, Megumi shuddering over your cold touch on his warm skin. “It’s beautiful. What does it mean?”

Megumi pursed his lips before whispering, “These are the dogs I had as a child. My father got me them so I wouldn’t be too lonely when he’s away from work.”

“They’re very pretty. They look like black and white wolves,” you smiled, elated that he was opening up in more ways than one. Your touch flitted over to a winged creature under his left collarbone, small letters beside the image. “And this bird? Nue? He’s so majestic,” Your hands never stopped in trailing over his skin like a lost wanderer, sweeping over ink ink until Megumi completely discarded his hoodie to the side, his back faced to you.

A white viper tattoo stood large on his broad back, crawling until over his shoulder with the fangs ending just above his pecs. Megumi swallowed at each slivering touch, your fingers dipping and caressing every dent and curve of his body.

You couldn’t get your eyes off of him, your breath hitching in your throat as one of your hands gripped his biceps subconsciously. “You’re so beautiful.”

Megumi stiffened when your thumbs grazed over his nipple right next to the viper’s fang. Almost as if a switch was triggered inside him, Megumi growled, ducking to capture your lips with his in a sloppy, heated kiss. His hands tugged at the ends of your hair to arch your neck to him, his knees slapping your legs open before he settled comfortably between you, his low groans mixing with your breath moans.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. From the moment I met you,” he nibbled your lips, hands trailing down to thumb at your hipbones. “I knew that innocent good girl look was nothing but an act.”

You smiled through the kiss, a tiny gasp falling from your lips when Megumi pulled you closer until your heat grinded against the hardness inside his pants. Laughing at his harsh movements, you let Megumi tilt your head back, his lips sucking and teeth gently nipping at the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“Innocent girl?” you echoed, legs now wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. “What makes you think I am?”

“White lace panties? Short tennis skirts and sunshine smiles?” Megumi clenched his teeth, his hands eager as he tugged the white lace down until it looped to your ankles. You gasped, back arching when he thrusted two fingers inside you, curling and fingering against your bumpy walls. “You’re not fooling anyone, baby, especially not me.”

“Took you long enough to understand I wanted you though,” you chuckled through broken moans, eyes shut tight while your legs opened wider, heels digging into the hard cushion of his seats. “I was wondering when I’d get to break you from that tough guy act of yours and have you fuck me good,” Megumi growled at your words. You leaned forward to scratch at his chest, your tongue licking the shell of your ear as you rasped, “And on a side note, I am a good girl – only to those who can make me feel good, of course.”

Megumi cupped his palm to collect your arousal dripping of his, finally shutting you up when his fingers grazed over your sweet spot that had you clenching around him. And those were just his fingers. “You’re something else, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I know,” you nodded smugly, hands coming up to tug harshly at his hair. Megumi hissed at the sharp pain, prompting him to fuck his fingers in and out of you faster until you leaked down to his chair, thighs trembling and your high-pitched moans coating the walls of his stupid. “Megumi, ah! Just shut up and fuck me already – been wanting you long enough.”

“Needy little girl,” He pressed you down on the reclining seat, settling between your legs before he spread your lips open with two thumbs. At the sight of your bare cunt clenching around nothing, Megumi groaned, teeth biting his lip because he could cum right then and there. “Fuck, look at you. So wet already,” he ran a hand over your slit to collect your arousal, eyes dark with lust as your juices webbed between his fingers. “All this for me? You’re so good.”

“Fuck – yeah, yeah I am,” you leaned back harder into the seat, groping at your own breasts while you nodded dumbly, too fucked out to even form a coherent response. “Going to be good for you, Megumi, gonna make you feel good.”

“Sorry, babe, maybe next time. I’m too impatient to not feel your pussy around me,” he pushed away at your hands that planned to pump his cock, his hand coming down to push you hard against the seat until his weight loomed over you.

You felt Megumi begin to align his tip at your center, dampening his mushroom head with your arousal first that had you both moaning left and right.

Hands scratching down his back as your teeth dug into your lips, Megumi pushed into you with one thrust, the sudden stretch making your legs shake and your body writhe underneath him. “Shit, why are you so tight? So fucking warm and perfect,” he rasped next to your ear, and you could hear how hard he was breathing as he thrusted into you, his cock hitting all the right places. “Could fuck this pretty pussy all day, baby, shit.”

“Me-Megumi – t-too big!”

“Shh, you’ll be fine. You’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?” he cupped your cheek, grinning sinisterly as he watched the way your greedy walls sucked him in. “See how you take me so well? You’re so small and pretty wrapped around my cock. I could break you if I wanted you,” he growled, his hands gripping hard at your hips when you clenched around him, enticing the man above you to quicken his pace.

Megumi watched with a lust filled gaze as your breasts bounced at the relentless pace he started, his balls slapping at your ass. “Oh, you’d want that, wouldn’t you? You want to be stuffed with my fat cock in you? Fuck you until you’re a drooling mess? You’re so gorgeous when I fuck you stupid.”

“Yes, Megumi, agh. Keep going, keep going, I’m so close!”

“Oh, you feel like heaven around me,” he praised at your neck, his cock stretching you wide and pushing into you. Megumi groaned lowly at your ear as his palms flattened over your stomach that bulged every time he thrusted in, his balls tightening at the sight. “Look at how big I am for you, baby, but you’re doing so well. You were made for me – made to take my cock, shit, you’re so perfect around me. Gonna make you feel good, yeah? You’re such a good girl for me. Cum, baby, that’s right – I’m allowing you to cum.”

“Gumi, Gumi, fuckkk,” your legs tightened around him as Megumi panted with each harsh thrust, the black marks over his skin expanding and stretch when his forearm rested beside your head. His muscles clenched as he fucked into you deep, over and over again until he pushed you over the edge.

A silent sob left your lips when you came around him, your juices creaming around his cock. A few thrusts later, Megumi fell on top of you as you felt him spill his seed inside you.

He had too much that you felt both your cum dripping down your ass; Megumi pulling out with a slight wince from the oversensitivity. You struggled to catch your breath as you laid there, legs wide open and the cool air hitting your bare pussy. The door was still open, and Satoru and Geto could walk in on you both looking like this, but you couldn’t care, not when you could barely feel your legs.

You dropped your arm over your face, hearing Megumi pull his pants back up. “That was...”

“Intense?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, wincing as you sat up. Your hair stuck to your forehead in sweaty clumps, dawning on you now that you were still very much covered in your sticky cum. You recoiled from the seats as you realized Megumi hadn’t even put on a towel underneath.

“Shit. Is this chair even clean?”

“I sanitize it every after session. Don’t worry about it,” he rolled his eyes, his tattoos covered and hidden from your sight once more when he pulled his hoodie over his head. Megumi retrieved a clean towel from his drawers and wiped at your sensitive pussy, your legs immediately closing around his hands when the towel accidentally grazed your clit.

Megumi gripped your knees with a silent glare. “Stay still. I’m cleaning you up.”

“I didn’t peg you as an aftercare guy. Thought you would leave me hanging here,” you teased, but really, you were feeling warm all over again as you watched Megumi wipe you all the way down to your other hole, your legs still tensing up.

Once he left to wash his hands, you could relax, tugging your panties back up with immense struggle. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d fuck you good – you could barely feel your legs now.

“And have you make a mess by ruining my seat?” he sighed as he returned, helping you seady yourself while he snapped the slightly soaked panty back to your core. “No thanks.”

“You’re so mean, Megumi. I’m hurt.”

He rolled his eyes at your pout, leaning down to kiss you square on the lips. This time around, the kiss wasn’t rushed; it was slow and sensual, firm yet gentle, and his hands carefully massaged your sore hips that would soon bruise from his grip before.

“No, you’re not,” he mumbled through your lips, mimicking that lovesick smile on your face as he pulled away. “But babe, you know the rules. Now that you’ve seen my work of art – what tattoo would you like me to give you? My name on your inner thigh?”

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title Not His Type

rating ★ ★ ☆ nsfw content

word count 4,800+

warnings timeskip!mattsun, yes i’m writing that he still practices w the s4, anyways explicit content, matsukawa calls you a bitch, spitting, rough sex, spanking, mattsun fucks you in his car, oral sex (f!reader giving), don't be silly wrap your willy folks

author’s note thanks to @kansroji for forcing me encouraging me to write this self-indulgent mattsun fic, send her her flowers everyone bc this was just muah :*

summary Issei teaches you that the meaning behind the words ‘I hate you’ is a lot different from what you’re used to.

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“How could someone be such a bitch?”

“I don’t know Mattsun, you tell me.”

There are two things necessary to keep the world spinning on its axis: inertia, and the insatiable hatred between you and Issei Matsukawa.

No one quite knows where it came from. Maybe it was your lack of regard for his permanently disinterested personality, or maybe it was the insufferable habit you had of making a comment every time Matsukawa did as much as make a noise— whatever it was, it was a never ending cycle of pure repugnance.

His tone was light, yet knowing Iwaizumi, you knew it was wavering on a more strict tone you really didn’t want to hear today.

Oikawa watched the interaction between the three of you, eyes narrowing as he did something nobody appreciates from him: he started plotting.

To you and Issei, the nature of your relationship was that there wasn’t one at all. There was nothing but an indescribable hatred that will never go away because you guys just physically can’t stand the other.

To everyone else though? In Hanamaki’s words, “you guys just needed to fuck and get it over with already.” Sexual tension couldn’t fill half of the void the storm you and Mattsun left after every exchanged word. It nearly swallowed the room, the only two not able to see it being yourself and the middle blocker.

With an inquisitive look on his face, Oikawa decided the only way to get rid of this long lasting rivalry being now or never. “My dear Y/L/N, bad news.”

The words brought you back down to Earth, making you bite down a glare at the bored man in front of you and turning towards the setter.

“As much as I’d love to be the one to take you home,” he winks at you, long arm reaching out to lightly press itself against your cheek and you already see where this is going, “I just can’t—”

“Tooru..” Your voice wavered the same way Iwaizumi infamously did.

“Seriously Y/N-Chan, I hate being the bearer of bad news..” The sparkle in his eyes made you clench your jaw to prevent the scream from slipping through your lips. “But I had almost promised Iwa-chan and Makki a ride today.”

You could hear the slick in his voice, and you absolutely hated it. You hated how you knew exactly what was being planned. You knew in Oikawa’s stupid little head, he was formulating a stupid little plan thinking things would work out in his own stupid little way.

“I’m not getting into that fucking asshole’s car—”

“Oikawa I will purposely crash if she as much as steps foot in my car—”

“Get your fucking feet off my dashboard.” You hear his voice growl, long fingers reaching in front of him to press the Start-Stop button on his car and get the engine running.

You didn’t mean to press a sock-covered foot onto it, it’s just that you needed to adjust the anklet resting against your skin. You hadn’t caught when his eyes glanced over at the diamonds either, remaining for a second too long to be appropriate and quickly force it’s way in front of him.

With a slightly exaggerated roll of your eyes, you threw your head against the headrest and stared through the window to your side. You were wishing there was an awkward silence to torture Matsukawa’s ears, but instead, his phone automatically connected to its Bluetooth and began to play a song you surprisingly recognized.

He drove faster than you were sure he was supposed to. As soon as you blinked, he had already backed out of Seijoh’s parking lot and sped through the secluded roads and towards the city you inhabited.

Unwillingly, of course, you managed to steal a few glances at the brown-haired man next to you. His face was (surprise) as uninterested as ever, eyebrows resting dully above his hooded lids and lips turned just slightly down enough to look like a frown. Every now and then, his lips would go along with the song and his tongue would swipe across his bottom lip and into the corner of his cheek.

Matsukawa wasn’t an ugly guy. There wasn’t enough hatred in your soul to even try to lie against the idea. He was extremely tall, extremely fit, had a nice smile, and his voice matched his looks. If he wasn’t such a stuck up, emotionless asshole, he’d probably be one of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen. If and probably, of course.

“Gotta staring problem?” He muttered, head bobbing to the song in the background and that in itself just brought your cholesterol an unhealthy amount higher.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I see you have a lack of vocabulary too..” The banter between the two of you went back and forth, an awkward silence retching the car’s air after he sadly had the last word.

“I can’t believe there was a time you weren’t such a nuisance.” You nearly mouthed, words quiet enough to get lost within the lyrics of Kanye West, yet loud enough to get into Mattsun’s earshot and cause the car to abruptly park on the side of the nearly secluded road ahead of you.

“Hey, what the fu—”

“What’s your problem with me?” Matsukawa’s words haunted the air, and if you weren’t already awaiting his words, you might have actually been scared of the harshness in his tone.

“Me?” You questioned, using a hand to dramatically smack against your chest and glare at him in disbelief. “What’s your problem with me?”

He didn’t respond, only staring at you blankly and gripping on the steering wheel with enough aggression to taint the knuckles of his large hands white.

“Stop acting like a toddler,” the annoyance looked weird on him, and his usual nonchalant attitude disappeared with a mask of pure frustration that you’d be lying about if you said was ugly on him, “just tell me what the issue is so we can both stop whatever the fuck it is we have going on.”

“We,” you pointed between the two of you, “do not have anything going on, for your information.” You stubbornly crossed your arms across your chest, staring at him blankly and watching his large hand run across his face.

“You wouldn’t even be my type, you know damn well that isn’t what—”

Every word after the first half of the sentence drowned out as you continued to repeat it in your head. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type…

“Earth to Y/N.” Mattsun snapped, glaring over at you and leaning his body back lazily against his driver’s seat. It was slightly reclined back, the comfortability of his position insinuating he didn’t plan on leaving until this conversation got somewhere.

“What do you mean I wouldn’t be your type?”

The words came out faster than you could acknowledge them. You didn’t regret speaking them, but you knew that they only worsened your situation. He would use this as if it was fuel to his never-ending out of fire of an ego and you hated it. The cold air in the car suddenly became more noticeable, goosebumps raising onto your exposed skin and making you feel as if all your senses were being ambushed.

“Well, well, well…” He begins to tease as if he was never angry, his large arms resting behind his head and that stupid smirk back onto his pink lips, “you feel some type of way about what I said?” His voice echoed into your ears as you did nothing but watch him in disbelief.

“You never stood a chance with me anyways.” You bit back at him.

Something in the air changed, but neither of you decided to acknowledge it. It was dark, the light from the dashboard doing nothing but illuminating your features and making Issei smirk to himself in the lack of lighting.

“How so?” He was antagonizing you, itching for you to continue to play his little game back with him because he had a plan. You could see it from the way he lazily blinked over at you, smirk still against his glowing face with nothing but arrogance and faux oblivion.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me if you tried.”

Those words changed the aura within the car all in itself. You knew the double entendres of a statement could go any way with him. Deep down, you both knew exactly what you meant. Your words remained solid though, eyes staring at him like a fox refusing to glance away from his brown irises.

“Wanna try me?”

You were playing a dangerous game, you knew that. Something about you didn’t care though. There were many ways this conversation could’ve went, but you wouldn’t expect it to go in this direction.

The air in the room was thick, Issei’s brown irises watching you nothing short of predator like. No one spoke after those three words, and faintly, the change in mood also affected the change in genre of music as R&B began to slowly play through his speakers. You wanted to scoff.

His large ring covered hand suddenly inched towards your chin, gripping your jaw and forcing your eyesight on his own face. You weren’t one to blush, but the roughness to his calloused fingers brought a small tinge between your slightly exposed thighs.

“You gonna get in the back or I gotta force you back there?” His words commanded you, the strictness laced within the confines of his voice leaving you no option to do as he told.

Doing what Matsukawa said as if you were following his orders was something foreign to you. The temptation of doing as you pleased crossed the back of your mind, but the curiosity of seeing what he had in store filled you with much more satisfaction.

Without a word and instead settling for a simple eye roll, you kicked your shoes off and found your way between the two front seats and into the cold leather seats of the back of his car. It was cramped, surprisingly cleaner than you'd imagine, and smelt of nothing but Issei.

You would have enjoyed it if the circumstances were different.

Your body sat with your feet resting behind you, leaving a space open for him. The sound of his car door opening and shutting was the cause of the goosebumps rising against your skin.

Subconsciously, you knew were supposed to hate him. You were supposed to despise him for always being such an asshole to you, and you were never supposed to forgive him for anything he’s ever said to you out of his stupid smirking mouth.

You weren't supposed to be hopping into the backseat of his car after challenging him into sleeping with you. You weren’t supposed to be enjoying the feeling of his presence as it finally found its way next to you, the dark tints of his windows hiding his expression but not doing a good job at hiding the bulge hiding in the confinements of his sweatpants.

Your eyes glanced over his, quickly switching between the tent and his irises with an innocent smile on your face. “You gonna take those off or am I gonna have to force them off you?’

Mattsun had never laughed at anything you’d ever said. At least, never to your face. For the first time though, a soft chuckle left his lips as he hunched his body over and rolled his sweats down. You’d be lying if you said you never wanted to provoke that sound out of him again.

He wore Supreme black briefs, a smirk on his lips as he watched your eyes trail over to the excessively large print. His dick was long, curving deliciously to the left and making you fear for your own safety. The thought of that nearly made you drool.

Mattsun made a show of pulling his briefs down, his erection springing to life and showing you that he wasn't even fully hard yet. Maybe you would’ve felt some type of way about not arousing him as much as he was you, and you could thank the pool inside your panties for that, but something about it brought a glimmer to your eye Issei couldn’t ignore.

“Eager to suck my dick, huh?” His words ring against your ears, and you do nothing but give him a glare while getting on all fours across the backseat.

His long torso leaned against the car door, eyes boring onto your frame with a blank expression that drove you insane. You knew this was all an act, he had to have been pretending just to get a rise out of you. There was no way you could’ve missed the way his dick twitched when you got up to take your shorts off.

Your frame was left in a white t-shirt and a seamless green pair of panties known for their cheekster style. He would’ve told you that you looked absolutely delectable, but he'd never let you sit within that satisfaction.

You lowered yourself on all fours once again, holding your hair back with one hand and lowering yourself down between his long limbs. Your eyes just couldn't look away, the large veins running up and down his perfect looking length in a way that made you embarrassingly ready to shove it down your throat already.

And without another word, you opened your lips and allowed a trail of saliva to sliver down the underside of his dick. His thighs tensed up, but as you watched him through your lashes while lowering your lips onto his tip, his bored and expressionless face remained the same.

He couldn't take his eyes off the sight in front of him, as much as he'd hate to admit it. Your ass was up in the air, back arched in a way that nearly made him release a groan as your pretty little mouth left sloppy kisses along his throbbing tip. You used a free hand to run down his cock slowly, hands landing underneath his thick balls and holding them alongside the bottom half of his dick.

He tried to hold the hiss you took out of him, but you used that as an excuse to make him suffer even more. Almost as if it were a competition, you sucked your cheeks in while taking the rest him that fit into your mouth agonizingly slow.

Matsukawa was too big, not that you were complaining. You didn’t have much of a gag reflex, but his size goes beyond that. So in order to accommodate to the situation at hand, you lolled your tongue out across your bottom lip and easily slipped a bit more than half of him down your throat until he felt his tip tickle the back of it.

“Holy fuck..” He breathed out, words stopping as he bit his lip and tilted his head to get a better look at you.

Your eyes began to water, but you ignored the sensation to take a deep breath as you began to massage his balls and lower half with your saliva covered hands. You began to move your mouth in the opposite direction of your hands, touching just enough of his balls with your tongue to get him to grip a chunk of your hair from within your own hand.

“Fuck, just like that.” You never took your eyes off him, and Matsukawa found it even harder to control himself with the way you took so much of him with so much ease.

You hollowed your cheeks as you slipped his now fully-hard dick out your mouth. Trails of saliva followed, the explicit view of your teary eyes and sloppy lips making him groan within his throat.

“Fuck my throat.”

The words were harsh, your expression being just as blank as his once was, and Issei realized he wasn’t really the one in control here. Not if all it took was for you to tell him what to do and he was scrambling to do it like second nature.

His lips revealed that lazy smirk you wanted to fuck off his face, the large hand gripping your hair nearly shoving his dick back into your fresh, wet mouth. “Don’t mind if I do, princess.”

The nickname he called you didn't even have time to register in your mind, the sensation of Matsukawa forcing your head up and down his dick as much as he could being the only thing on your brain. You couldn't help the tears from slipping down your cheeks, eyes opening once again to hazily look over to the ones burning a hole into your face.

Matsukawa couldn’t find it in himself to look away from you. He wasn't sure if it was the tears, or the way you allowed him to fuck your throat so easily, or the drool leaking down into the balls you fondled at the same time, or even the way the hand once gripping your own hair found its way between your legs as he watched you play with yourself, but Issei decided this image was going to ruin everyone else for him.

He already decided he couldn't get enough of you. The sound of your gags filled with car in a nearly pornographic way, yet not once did you ask him to stop and he took note of that.

“Fuck,” he broke out, eyes struggling to watch yours as his lips parted open, “you’re gonna make me cum,” his words were interrupted by a load groan. Your tongue found its way back onto his balls as his tip rammed into the back of your throat and Issei felt his toes curl. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..”

Right on time, you went against his strong grip and popped his dick out of your mouth with saliva drooling down in a way that looked so forbidden, Issei was sure he would’ve came at that sight alone.

“That was...”

“Not your type?” You bit at him, a mocking smile on your lips as you bit your lip and found your way onto the comfort of his lap.

It was weird, the way you felt like you fit perfectly within his frame as if it was a piece of a puzzle. Matsukawa would agree if he could, hands nearly instinctively finding its way onto the globed of your ass and pulling the fabric of your panties over and over again.

“Never in a million years.”

His smirk haunted you, lidded eyes staring at you once again and you realize Issei Matsukawa is a really hard guy to get a reaction out of. So taking the challenge yet again, you stared at him just as emotionless. Your fingers lifted the patch stuck to your folds, and the trail of wetness that dripped over onto both you and his own thighs was nearly sinful to the sore eyes.

It was hard to imagine taking a dick you were sure you could see in your stomach with such an expression, and you wouldn’t wish that suffering on your worst enemy. You couldn’t believe how much just half of him stretched your insides out, your walls sucking him in and barely being able to hold it in together.

“Don't worry, take your time.” Matsukawa’s tone was beyond condescending, the taunt behind his words bringing an anger within you enough to cloud your mind of all common sense. It was unexpected, the way your body just shoved the rest of him inside of your tight, pulsating hole and rested all your body weight on top of him.

“Fuck!” Both of you yelped out, your hands clawing at his chest while his gripped your ass cheeks apart in nothing but a burning sensation.

He filled you up to the brim, the sureness of him hitting your cervix causing your eyes to flutter at the feeling. You bit your lip, adjusting your body to where your feet were on either side of him on the backseat and your body was more able to move.

His eyes widened in surprise at your actions, the sound of both of your pants alongside the music that was long forgotten struggling to keep you attentive. Without warning, you lifted your body up and slammed back down onto him. The action brought a pretty little gasp out your lips, mouth parted and eyes clenched at just how fucking amazing the curve and thickness of his cock was.

“C’mon baby,” he whispered into your ears, hands reaching over to intertwine themselves with your own so you got better balance, “fuck me like you mean it.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You breathed out, beginning to bounce your body up and down his dick perfect enough to hear the squelching sounds of your wetness after every impact. Issei groaned, eyes glued to the sight of where your pussy swallowed him whole and spit him back out over and over again.

“Mm, what else baby?”

Issei’s bored resolve started to crack, groans slipping through his lips in a way that made you tighten up against him even more if it were possible. Your hands gripped his intertwined ones, bouncing up and down faster than you could probably handle. The sensation of his dick hitting your cervix over and over causing you to arch your back closer into his body as you bounced.

The sound of your body slamming into his began to quicken, the strength of your legs giving up as you realized his started to fuck you back from the bottom and drill his length into you.

“Fuck, Issei…” You moaned out embarrassingly loud, Mattsun’s eyes watching you with curiosity in his irises from the way he wanted to figure out how to get you to moan out like that again.

“Don’t be shy now,” he teased, the strain in his voice telling you that even if he was torturing you with the pounding of his dick, he was enjoying it just as much as you, “where’d all that mouth go, pretty?”

You felt yourself clench at the nickname, head leaning back and leaving your neck open for him to lick a trail over towards your jaw and softly bite the plush skin. The windows began to fog up, the sensation of your poor pussy taking him in and out and quick pace causing the car to jump up and down with each stroke.

“F-fuck,” you stuttered out, nearly crying out when his hands found it’s way towards under your ass to support you as he drilled all of this thickness into your throbbing pussy.

The familiar knot began to grow within your stomach, and your hand found it’s way between his messy locks only to grab it and tilt his head roughly back against the window. A surprised groan left his lips, eyes staring up at you widely with a smirk endured from straight pleasure shot up his lips.

“You gonna cum all on daddy’s dick?”

Usually the words would have made you cringe, and you wanted to bite a snarky remark at him for the name. Yet something in you grew feral at the sentence, beginning to rub your clit against him each time you harshly dropped down as you roughened your grip on his hair.

“Fuck yes, daddy, make me cum,” your words tickled his ears, the moans at the end of each word bringing Matsukawa into a state of euphoria. He could hear you say that to him for the rest of his life, if he could.

“Come on baby,” he groaned out harshly, smacking your ass enough to leave a sting that made you cry out into his neck, “give it to me!”

His words echoed in your ears, your loud cries like music to his ears as he watched you fuck him back just as rough as he was being with you. Your hand pulled his head back once again, his scalp hitting the window harshly but he didn’t care once your lips came crashing onto his.

It was nothing but teeth and tongue, sucking on each other’s muscles and making out as if nothing in this world could ever be right again without it. His hands gripped your ass once again, spreading them harshly apart and spanking them with as much toughness that went into spiking a volleyball.

You screamed into his mouth, words being unable to come out as he began to drill into you even rougher and faster than you knew was possible. Your legs had long given out at this point, simply being tossed up and down like a rag doll by Issei’s strong arms and cocky attitude. You were in heaven, even if you’d never admit it.

“I— I hate you,” you fought to yelp out, pussy beginning to squeeze at the feeling you knew all too well as you stared into his eyes and made him look at you as if he was seeing God, “but you fuck me— fuck, you fuck me so good..”

Your words became faint whispers, stars beginning to formulate instead of his once brown irises and bring you into a state of euphoria.

“Daddy I’m gonna—” The words were stolen from your lips as Matsukawa slammed your lips against his own and gripped your back close to his chest.

“Cum baby,” he groaned into your lips, your own sounds preventing you from being able to kiss him back as your covered tits bounced into the confinement of his chest, “cum on daddy’s big dick.”

The words brought a vibration within you, a mantra of the words daddy and please slipping as you felt the euphoria take over your body and leave you with nearly nothing inside you. Issei could practically feel you cum, his own resolve giving out as his shot his thick cum into your throbbing pussy and bringing another scream from between your swollen lips.

“Take it, good girl— fuck yes..” Words slipped from his mouth without his own permission, the sensation of your pussy holding him within you as if it never wanted to let him go and he really wouldn’t mind.

Nothing but your struggles to catch your own breath filled the car, his own haunting the ghost of your ear as you laid out across his chest with saliva threatening to slip from your lips and cum leaking down both of your thighs. It was absolutely disgusting if you really thought about it, but the idea of knowing you had just slutted each other out so sinfully brought your toes to curl one last time.

No one said a word, and as much as you wanted to comment on how he was still gripping your chest against his own, you decided to go against it and try to find reality from the solitude of his wide chest. You could hear Brent Faiyaz on the radio, the view of just how foggy the windows were making you giggle to yourself.

“What’s funny?” The rumble of the words against his chest caused your pussy to throb once again, and you had almost forgotten he was still lodged inside of you with a load of cum threatening to spill out.

“Nothing.” Your voice was gone, and as embarrassing as it was, Issei mentally found himself obsessing over how raspy it got.

The silence was calm, yet the awkward conversation of what next lingered within the air between the two of you. You knew it was going to come soon, and you weren’t really sure of what could possibly happen afterwards. There was no going back from this, Issei Matsukawa had fucked you so good, you never wanted to fuck anyone else again.

The first to break it was Mattsun, which took you by surprise. His large hands found their way towards you cheek, caressing your head as his pushed you back far enough to face him with fucked out eyes and swollen lips and Issei convinces himself you’re one of the seven wonders of the world.

“We should do that again sometime.” He suggests, bored eyes staring into yours as you noticed the small smile lifting amongst the corner of his lips. You wanted to smile back, but the idea of having some more fun with him seemed quite better.

“Eh,” you replied, lifting your weakened body back into his straddling state and biting your lips as you placed both hands across his broad chest. You notice the way his cock twitches hungrily within you, and you realize you were gonna enjoy this a bit too much.

He’s seeing stars, thinking the hottest thing he’s ever seen is a fucked out you staring at him this way and you realize you’ve finally won. You stare at him, bored eyes and a lazy smirk on your lips mimicking the face he spent all his life mastering.

“You’re not really my type.”

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moonlit-reveriee · 3 years

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Baby Blue

technoblade x fem!reader

concept: techno is scared of ‘corrupting’ the reader, but the reader’s kinda into it...

content warning // NSFW, virgin!reader, very minor angst?, small argument that gets resolved

listen to this while you read: BBBlue (Single) by Olivver the Kid

(this fic was heavily inspired by the lyrics of this song, so i highly recommended giving it a listen!)

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When Techno found out you were a virgin, he was terrified. Not necessarily of the thought itself, but of the implications.

He’d never forget the look on your face when you told him. You tried to be casual about it, but he knew you well enough to spot the dusting of pink across your cheeks. You nuzzled yourself closer into his side. Whether out of embarrassment or something else entirely, he couldn’t tell. All he could feel was his heart dropping as the voices chanted at him to “ruin her”

Of course you, his pure sweet angel, would be a virgin. He once again crumbled under the idea that you had chosen him. How on earth could a person like you even think of being with a beast like him. Yet alone, giving up your virginity to him.

He hated how horribly turned on he was by the thought of taking it.

The voices had been relentless about it ever since. They were hyper focused on your every move, twisting every thought of his into something promiscuous. When you rolled out of bed in the morning and stretched, a small sigh escaping your lips, it was endless cries of “make her do that again” “you should fuck those moans out of her” “make her scream”

While making breakfast together in the morning, they wouldn’t stop telling him to “bend her over the counter” “take it right here”

Even at times where he was alone, the voices preoccupied him with endless thoughts of you. He was fairly certain they had forced him to imagine every possible way in which he could have you. “imagine fucking her against the wall” “you can be gentle for the first time y’know” “she’d feel so good writhing underneath us” “press her face into the mattress instead” “make her get on her knees and suck you off” “she’ll be such a pretty little slut for us”

He tried to take care of himself as often as he could, but it was becoming impossible to keep up with. There were only so many times a day he could jerk himself off alone behind locked doors. He was desperate, and sexually frustrated to say the least.

He felt disgusting for it.

After a week of this torment, he could barely even look at you yet alone touch you without the voices and his own guilt pounding against his skull. You couldn’t even think about broaching the subject again, because he was avoiding physical contact like the plague. He wouldn’t come to bed until he knew you were asleep, and would leave long before you woke.

As much as he tried to hide it, you could tell he was tired. Something was wrong, but you knew that he’d never just tell you about his problems unprompted. Techno was insufferably stubborn in that way. After several days of avoiding your gaze and leaning away from your touch, you chose to confront him.

“Techno”, you called for his attention quietly, trying to sound stern while remaining gentle with him. He didn’t turn to fully face you, but he glanced at the spot on the wall just above your head.

You struggled to find the words you wanted to say, so you settled on telling him, “Techno, you look tired.”

He turned his attention away from you. “Just a lot of work around the house this week. I’ll be fine after I rest.”

“Then come to bed with me.” You saw the way his body tensed and tilted away from you at that simple suggestion.

“I just need to write a couple letters first. You can go ahead of me.”

“Techno...”, you whined, daring to take a step closer to him. He gave you an almost panicked look, “why does it feel like you’ve been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t been avoiding you”, he responded quickly, trying to look through you instead of at you.

“Yes you have”, you responded firmly. A flash of guilt washed over his face at your tone. “You haven’t kissed or touched me for nearly a week now. I don’t even know for sure if you sleep in the same bed as me anymore. Fuck, you barely even talk to me.”

Angry tears threatened to spill down your cheeks, but you wanted to hold them in. Techno felt his chest tighten at the sight of it. He instinctively turned and reached out to comfort you, but forced himself to freeze.

“There”, you said, gesturing towards him, “just like that. You’re stopping yourself. Why are you doing that?”

He repeatedly opened and closed his fists at his side, wanting to have any conversation other than this one.

“[y/n], there’s just a lot going on in my mind right now”, he said. It wasn’t a complete lie. “I just need to work though it.”

“Then let me help you.”

“No”, he responded a little too quickly, “I- I mean, I just don’t want to talk about it with you yet...”

“Why not?”, you retorted, trying to squeeze any information you could out of him.

“I just don’t, okay? It’s uncomfortable, I don’t want to talk about it yet.”

“... is this about me being a virgin?”

“I never said that”, he replied, but the tension in his shoulders was enough to tip you off.

“Ah geez Technoblade, if it was that much of a problem for ya, you should have just told me”, you said sarcastically, “instead of avoiding all physical contact for a like week straight!”

“It’s not a problem, [y/n].”

“Certainly doesn’t feel that way.”

Techno huffed in frustration, grabbing a fistful of his hair at the root. He wasn’t sure if he was more upset with himself, or the fact that a few of the voices were still begging him to “please fuck her already”

“Love, I wasn’t avoiding you because I didn’t want it. They”, he tapped a finger against the side of his skull, “they want it so badly. It’s driving me insane.”

He breathed in and out shakily, trying to gauge your expression in the brief moments before he continued.

“I’m a monster. I’ve spilt more blood than anyone every should in a single lifetime. My appearance is more beast than man.”

He looked up briefly to find you staring right at him, a tight-lipped frown upon your face.

“What does that have to do with any of this?”

“I- ... I don’t want to corrupt your innocence”, he admitted.

“What on earth do you mean by that?”

“[y/n], you’re so perfect”, he answered almost breathlessly, “you’re so kind and so pure. Just living with me does enough to taint your reputation, I don’t wanna-“

He cut himself off to swallow thickly. He almost seemed scared of the words he was going to say next.

“I don’t want to ruin this part of you either...”

A heavy silence filled the tiny sitting room of techno’s cottage. In those few seconds, your eyes widened ever so slightly as his words suddenly clicked in your mind. This hulking boar of a man, an undisputed war criminal, was scared. He was scared of damaging you, your reputation, or your recently revealed ‘innocence’. Compared to himself, he saw you as a pure being who could be tainted by unwholesome thoughts.

If what he said about the voices was true, then his actions of the past few days would’ve made sense for him.

“Oh techno...”, you muttered softly, tentatively placing a hand on his jaw. His posture was curled inward, making him look small despite his size. He was stiff at first, but allowed you to lift his gaze to meet yours. He searched your eyes desperately for an indication of your reaction. You gave him a reassuring smile.

“Do you remember when we first met?”

A small wave of confusion washed over his face, but he nodded anyways. “It was at the festival...”

“That’s right”, you said, moving the hand on his face down to rest over his shoulder, “and do you remember what I did that day?”

“You threw an axe into Schlatt’s shoulder”, he answered, watching as the scene played out in his memory.

You lived with Niki in her bakery at the time, and witnessed firsthand the injustice she faced during Schlatt’s presidency. As the chaos after Tubbo’s execution occurred, you took the opportunity to hurl your axe where Schlatt stood upon his podium. The blow wasn’t fatal, but that wasn’t necessarily your goal. You just wanted to see the man in pain.

“It was a lucky shot really”, you admitted, “I wasn’t even aiming properly.” That managed to draw a small smile onto Techno’s lips.

“And do you remember”, you continued, “when I tried to confront the Butcher Army by myself?”

He grimaced at the thought. You had told him you just needed to make a quick trip to L’manburg for some supplies, leaving him at home alone to recover from the previous day’s events. You returned that evening with a sprained wrist and a couple large bruises forming on your body. None of them were trying to kill you, but you took a pretty good beating from Quackity just for trying to confront them.

“Why are you bringing all of this up now?”, he asked.

“Because”, you said, “this is the evidence that will support my next point.”

He looked bewildered by that statement, but continued to listen.

“I’m not a perfect person”, you resumed, “I have blood on my hands just like you do. I know it’s hard to compare to you, but I’m not devoid of my own sins. I can be mean, I’ve hurt people. I’m not a pure, angelic being who would quiver at a single inappropriate thought. I think you forget that sometimes.”

He let your words swirl around in his head; he couldn’t deny the logic in them. The evidence prevented him from denying the truth of your statement. He could almost be mad that you’d talked him into a corner, but he was more overjoyed at the fact that you knew him well enough to do so.

“And you know...”, you spoke quietly, letting your hand fall down to rest on his chest, “if you did somehow ‘corrupt my innocence’ as you say... I really wouldn’t mind that.”

Techno’s breath hitched in his throat. There were a brief few moments, maybe minutes, where he just stared at you. Then his lips were on yours; sudden and clumsy, but passionate. You gripped the fabric of his shirt as he grabbed at your waist, desperate to have you in his arms again.

“I’m sorry, I had to”, he muttered, his lips left hovering a hair’s breadth away from yours.

“You’re so silly sometimes”, you sighed affectionately, rubbing small circles into his collarbone. He gave you a gentle smirk before pressing another kiss into your lips.

“I’m sorry darling, I really am”, he said as he drew you into a tight hug. He took in your scent and the feel of your skin for the first time in days. It felt like he could survive off the feeling of your arms wrapped around his body alone. He wondered why he ever let himself be depraved of this.

“You know I trust you, right?”, you spoke with your face pressed into his chest.

“I’m not sure why, but yes.”

You decided not to reprimand him for saying that. You could help him unpack all that later. Instead, you brought your head up to whisper in his ear.

“You have my full and unconditional consent to take my virginity whenever you’re ready.”

Techno inhaled and held his breath, though for what, he wasn’t sure. It took a while for the full weight of those words to sink in. He leaned back to stare at your face, bringing one of his large and shaky hands up to cup your cheek.

“Are you sure?”, his eyes were wide with trepidation, practically pleading with you to tell him the truth. You leaned into his palm, indulging in the feeling of his skin on yours.

“I want you, techno. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

Techno was lost in your words. The sudden absence of guilt left his heart light and airy in his chest. For the first time in days, the voices were only a gentle murmur.

“she’s so beautiful” “she wants you” “make her feel good” “show her how special she is” “make her smile” “she’ll be so pretty” “she’s always pretty” “be gentle, no need to rush”

“make love to her”

“... I think I’m ready now.”

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ayyyy guess who finally finished writing something!!!

parts of this feel a little rushed but ehhhhhh i was just excited to finally post it. i looove writing techno as an extremely self-conscious character who’s too caught up in their own head to see how ridiculous they’re being. so, this was a treat for me to write

i hope you enjoyed :D

-moonlight

#c!techno #red:moon #mcyt x reader #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #mcyt smut #techno smut

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mercy-burning · 3 years

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Affection

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Spencer and Y/N decidedly hate each other. But when a near-death experience puts one of them in a coma, their mutual hatred might have to take a backseat— Or will it? Category: Angst / Happy Ending! + Humor and a lil bit of Fluff Content: Strong language, Reader is in a coma, mentions of injury, kissing Word Count: 2.6k

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NOTE: This one’s for Pom’s ( @imagining-in-the-margins ) September Writing Challenge, Enemies To Lovers! I have another one coming up as well, but this idea wouldn’t get out of my head ever since I watched The Abyss with my dad and I had to get it out 😅 I hope you like it!!

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I swear to fucking God, if this motherfucker really thinks he—

That was the last thing Y/N thought before she was knocked out cold.

With her line of work, it was natural to assume that she was thinking about the unsub, but unfortunately the criminal she and her team were tracking down was the farthest thing on her mind. Spencer would have chastised her for it— letting something else cloud her thoughts while she was in a dark alley, alone, and with a serial killer on the loose.

"You should be smarter than that!" she could hear him say in that high pitch he always carried when he was upset— especially with her. "If you don't get yourself killed one of these days, then it'll be the rest of us!"

Thinking about it made her blood boil.

"It's your fault," she wanted to tell him. "I had to blow off some steam because you were pissing me off!"

The only thing was... She couldn't tell him.

Well... She could.

He just couldn't hear her, because no one could.

It was like some stupid, cliché movie, where you found yourself standing over your dying body and having to choose whether to live or not. It seemed like the obvious choice, to fucking live, but... Y/N found herself wandering around her hospital room, yelling into the void and attempting to jump back into her own body.

Nothing was working.

And when Spencer showed up, his face red and his hair and clothes all messed up, she wanted to scream at him.

"Hey!"

Nothing. He was practically lifeless as he drifted to the chair next to her bed and sat down. It was nearly impossible to read from his expression and body language how he was feeling, and that alone was enough to make her angry again. (Not that the anger had really gone away since waking up next to her comatose body, of course.)

"Hey! Dumbass!"

Still nothing.

As Spencer just blankly stared down at Y/N's bed, she decided she'd had enough.

"SPENCER FUCKING REID, IF YOU DON'T HELP ME RIGHT NOW I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL HAUNT YOUR ASS UNTIL THE END OF ETERNITY, AND I'M GONNA LAY FAT, STINKIN' GHOST SHITS IN YOUR SHOES, DO YOU HEAR ME? AND—"

"I hate you."

It was a bold enough statement to stop Y/N in her tracks, no matter how quietly he'd mumbled it. She knew for sure that he didn't like her, after years of constant bickering and dirty glares and whatever else, but... The word 'hate' was like a knife that sliced through her joking rage and stopped the whole world around her.

If she wasn't already out of her own body, she just knew she would have felt her soul leave.

Spencer didn't hate anyone. Not that she was aware of, anyway. He found nearly everyone delightful, and vice versa... But for some reason, he hated Y/N.

She scoffed, crossing her arms. "Yeah, well... Feeling's mutual, I guess..."

"You're stupid, and reckless, and you don't think. And you're a goddamn nightmare to work with... You know what— You're a stone-cold bitch."

His words made her physically step backwards, and it felt like if she were a cartoon, there might have been steam coming out of her ears.

"Yeah, well jokes on you, you make it easy," she seethed. "Fuck you!"

"How... How dare you..." he continued, anger reddening his face.

Y/N watched as he balled his fists and leaned in a little closer to her body, his voice tight and strained. "How dare you walk into my life and boss me around and make it impossible to breathe... From the moment I met you, you've brought out this... this fire in me that I can't put out no matter how hard I try, and it's insufferable—You're insufferable, and I hate you, how dare—"

Whatever he was going to say next was cut off by a shortness of breath. Spencer breathed in, loud and choked, and the next breath he let out was nothing short of a sob. His eyes squeezed shut, tears rolling down them and his hands clutched the bedsheets with a vigor and rage that Y/N had never seen from him, even in all the years she'd spent visibly getting on his last nerves.

"N—No," she choked out, feeling her throat tighten. "Don't... Don't turn into a sappy mess on me now, do you hear me, Reid? You hate me, don't... Don't..."

"I don't hate you," he whispered, wiping his eyes and reaching out to grab her lifeless hand. "I hate that you make me feel this way, but... I could never hate you..."

She wanted nothing more than to be able to squeeze his hand back, to tell him, not even necessarily with words but with a simple gesture, that she was right there and wasn't going to go anywhere.

She just... had to figure out how to make that true.

Still, Spencer kept going, a small laugh bubbling up through tears and phlegm. "But I will hate you if you die, because I just know you're gonna come back and haunt me for eternity... Probably... shit in my shoes or something."

Y/N barked a laugh that was true and pure... Happy, even.

The genius may have acted like he hated her, but it turns out he knew her pretty well, perhaps even fondly in one way or another.

To think— All those years she spent seeing him sneer at her, feeling his glare burn into her soul, the amount of times she caught him making faces or inappropriate gestures behind her back, all of it... And the whole time, he was probably doing it with a little flicker of fondness deep within the confines of his heart, which he swore to fill with nothing but hatred for her.

The thought made the little flicker in her own heart burn brighter.

As she wandered closer to her bed, beside Spencer and in front of her own body, she reached her hand out to see if she could touch his face, to give him something...

Even though she had no luck, something shifted when he spoke.

"Just... Come back to me, please? I know I'm not good at apologizing, but if it means I get you back... I swear that I will make up every horrible thing I've ever done or said to you. Just... Please don't leave me."

He laid his head down in his hands and tried not to cry again, every said horrible thing replaying on a loop in his brain like some kind of taunt. He wished more than anything for a chance to make it up to Y/N, and now he might not ever be able to.

"You think I'd leave this mortal earth without getting the chance to kick your ass?"

Everything was so fuzzy and light and brimming with these high emotions that Y/N almost didn't realize she was saying these words and Spencer was hearing them. She almost didn't feel the warmth of her bloodstream beneath layers of skin, the beat of her heart slowly coming back to life at the sounds and smells of the hospital room.

She almost didn't realize that Spencer was grabbing her now, his warm hands covering her cold ones and bringing them back to life as well.

"Screw you," he breathed with absolutely no malice to be detected in his voice.

They shared a smile so bright, no one would have been able to guess that they never got along.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Not only was she stuck at home doing nothing while on suspension (Yes, it turns out that storming off into an alley and not paying attention while on the job, just because a co-worker pissed you off, can get you suspended by Chief Strauss), but Y/N was also being visited by a daily rotation of her co-workers and friends and family, and her house was nearly covered in flower bouquets and baked goods.

It was a nightmare.

The sentiment was nice, sure, but if she had to move one more vase, she was going to start throwing them.

God, maybe Spencer was right, I am a stone-cold bitch...

Thinking of him also put a little damper on her mood.

He hadn't been to visit her once... And she figured that after their nice little moment at the hospital, he'd at least stop by with flowers or an "I'm glad you're not dead!" call, but there was nothing on his end. Not even a text message or a letter.

But for all she knew, their small moment of kindness could have been a figment of her concussed imagination.

Please, she thought, if I brought it up to him he'd probably just laugh in my face.

Rather than a laugh, Y/N heard the bright sound of her doorbell, which normally would have meant a fun unexpected visit or a date she was getting ready for, but by now it only meant another vase of flowers or a pie from a neighbor she still didn't remember the last name to.

Either way, she answered the door with as polite a smile as she could muster, and instead of finding a vaguely familiar neighbor or acquaintance, she found Spencer.

Though, to be fair, he was holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Well, this is a surprise," Y/N drawled, crossing her arms. "I don't even think you've ever been to my house."

She was surprised to see him nervous around her, rather than irritated. And she would have found it endearing had they not been practically mortal enemies from the moment they met... She was suspicious.

"O—Oh, yeah... I know, I just thought... I wanted to come see how you were doing... These are for you."

He held out the flowers, which were truthfully the pretties set she'd received, and it irked her. Because of course he of all people would be the one to tell which kinds of flowers she'd prefer.

"Thanks," she said, taking them from him and allowing him the space to come inside. "Watch out, it's a maze in here..."

While she looked for somewhere to put the flowers on display, she could feel Spencer looking around her space, probably profiling what he could behind a sea of flowers.

"Hm."

Y/N sighed. "What?"

"Nothing. I'm just... I'm surprised this many people actually like you."

Despite the nature of his observation, she found it comforting. That level of playful contempt was what she was used to, and it brought a sparkle to her eye as she turned to face him. "Ha... I'm not a complete bitch, you know."

"Sure."

Between the growing grin on his face and the smirk forming on her own, Spencer and Y/N found themselves falling back into a familiar rhythm. And yet, something about it was still... different.

So much so that Y/N felt honest-to-God butterflies in her stomach when he approached, hands retreating from his pockets and head tilting off to the side. His expression held that look he got when he was trying to figure someone out, usually an unsub. She hated to admit it to herself, but a little part of her always found that side of him extremely attractive.

And now that it was right in front of her?

She didn't know what to make of it.

"What?" she snapped, looking for an excuse to hide any and all attraction she was feeling.

Spencer stepped back a little, breaking away from whatever trance he'd just been in. "God, why do you always have to do that?"

"Do what?"

"You push away every single show of affection! Any time I'm trying to be nice, you just act like it's some big inconvenience to you!"

Y/N laughed. "Ha! That's what that was? Just now? When you insulted me, and then started stalking towards me with that look you get when you're interrogating an unsub? That's what you call affection?"

"That's not... That's not what that was!"

"Oh really? Then what was it?"

"It was part of the routine! Banter! Y—You know, that's our thing! We insult each other, and we act like we hate each other but we... We don't, really..."

The longer he went on, the faster her heart raced. This was the moment in the movie where he inevitably blurted out that he loved her, and in turn she would either kiss him or slap him, or slap him and then kiss him...

But Y/N was still feeling rather playful despite the swarm of butterflies in her stomach begging for some relief.

"Oh?" she prompted, taking a slow step closer to him. "We don't?"

Spencer seemed to get red immediately, and he avoided her eyes. "U—Uh... Well I... I thought... Maybe I read it all wrong, a—and I'm sorry if I did..."

She'd been getting closer meanwhile, and now they were practically toe-to-toe. He did his best to ignore her, taking a few steps back until she cornered him against the front door. And with the way he wasn't doing anything to get out of his predicament, she took that as his acceptance and took another leap.

"What..." she cooed, crawling her fingers up the front of his chest like a spider. "You like me? Hmm?"

When he finally looked down at her, she allowed herself to smile, albeit slowly and with calculation.

In a flash Spencer went from nervous to fed-up, weight seeming to visibly lift from his chest as he sank against the door. "You're messing with me..."

"It's so fun."

"You know what, screw you."

"Is that a promise?"

"Maybe it is. What are you gonna do ab—"

She didn't let him finish.

In an instant, Y/N lunged forward and pulled him down for a kiss.

Even though she thought he might have tried to take control of the situation, he ended up surprising her with a wanton moan as his hands clutched at her sides, holding on for dear life. Their bodies and tongues collided in a mess of years worth of pent-up tension, chaotic and wild and fiercely beautiful in a way that put even the greatest first kisses to shame.

And of course, Spencer had to go and ruin it.

He pushed her away and looked almost panicked. "W—Wait, are you even cleared to do this?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, reaching out for him again. "I'm fine."

"Y/N, you were in the hospital! I thought... I thought you were..."

She appreciated the sentiment, but with her entire body on fire from his touch, she decided she needed more of it. "Yeah, but I'm not... I'm very much alive, and you know what?"

He blinked back at her, watching carefully as she leaned in close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"It's because of you. You make me feel... more alive than I've ever been."

"And... You're not messing with me this time?"

With a laugh, Y/N shook her head and leaned up to brush her nose with his. "Nuh-uh... But if you'd like to, I'd love to mess with you in a more fun way. And maybe I'll even let you do it back..."

Spencer hummed, feeling himself gravitate towards her more with every passing second. "Deal."

He barely got the word out all the way before she was dragging him through the maze of flora and contained food and into her bedroom, where piece by piece, their hatred and fondness for one another combined to create the most exquisite of nights.

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wpdarlingpan · 3 years

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Hey I just read the yandere Jason's todd and I was thinking about how you said Dami was still looking for his darling/soulmate. What if yan damian found his darling at his Schools art room and she has a service dog? Like she loves painting and I saw on TikTok that a dog can paint to so there is a little set up for her dog and another for her. Can I request a story about this? Hope you are having a good day/night!

Thank you so much for this request! I love the idea.

Y/N= Your Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/E/C= your eye color

Warning: Major Fluff

~*~

Damian Wayne had been stopped after school but a group of squealing girls he had not interest in talking to. They all wanted the same thing, his last name and his money. They didn’t understand he had no interest in any of them.

“Damian! want to go get ice cream with me?”

“Damian! will you help me study for the math test?”

“Damian! Will you be my boyfriend?”

All he heard was them just shouting his name, if those insufferable people wanted to talk so badly why couldn’t they even just talk like normal people? But he had to admit even then he wouldn’t give them the time of day. But he knew with his name he had to seem polite even if he wanted to run away, so he decided to combine the two.

“Sorry, I must go. I need to go get something from one of the classrooms.”

A chorus of shouts started up again with every one of them saying they would go with him.

“Alone.” He stressed before quickly walked or more so ran back inside the school building. He heard them rush after him so he quickly darted into the nearest classroom and shut the door behind him, which happened to be the art room.Damian had his back to the door and he heard the footsteps rush past the door in search of him.

“Hello?” He heard, at first he was worried it was another fan girl that one bombard him but when he looked up and stared into beautiful Y/E/C eyes, it felt as if time had stopped. He admired the girl who was standing in front of an easel in the center of the room. She had on a white shirt with denim overall and a pair of converse. But she was covered in paint, blue in her hair, white on her hands, even more colors covered her legs, shoes, face, pants, and even her white shirt.

After he gained some awareness of how it would come across as creepy if he kept staring he looked down to the smaller easel that was on the floor next to her and saw an adorable dog with their own painting in front of them. There was a plastic sheet on the floor so they didn’t get paw prints all over the floor as their paws were covered in purple paint.

“Hello?” The girl questioned again before he looked back up at her and he finally moved from the door, closer to the girl.

“Hi, sorry to barge in like that.” Damian apologized in a apologetic manner.

“Oh! No worries. It just startled me a bit but then I heard all the foot steps pass the door, too which I assume you were running from people.” She spoke very analytically. Damian feel even more in love. She had a dog, she wasn’t squealing, she was very aware, and she was also very adorable as he saw the paint on her.

“You are very clever.” He replied smoothly making her blush to which Damian smirked.

“Thank you.” She spoke shyly. Damian could tell she was rather anxious so he kept talking to try and ease her nerves. Damian knew he wanted her to be his soulmate as the other bats. But he preferred the term beloved.

“May i see your paintings?”

“Sure.” She spoke nervously. Y/N wasn’t too confident as a person do showing her art to someone was very nerves racking, that was why she was there after school so she could finish her painting and not worry about the people around her, also because her teacher said she could try and see if her dog could paint like she saw others do on Tik tok.

Damian walked over to the girl and he dog and stood rather close to her, looking at the painting quite closely as to have ma excuse to stand next to her.

He looked at the painting and saw a silhouette of Gotham at night, he knew this because there was a image of the bat signal painted towards the night sky.

“This is amazing.” Damian complimented making her blush. She really wasn’t blushing because it was Damian Wayne making the comments but just because someone was making the comments in the first place. Damian then crouched down on the side closest to the dog and let the dog sniff his hand before he pet them while he looked at the dogs painting.

“This is a very cute idea, I might have to try this with my dog Titus, whats your dogs name?” He spoke as he looked at the purple paw prints at were on the canvas.

“His name is Padfoot, after the-“

“Harry Potter series? Sirius black right?” Y/N glowed at the thought of him knowing where her dogs name came from. She was really expecting him to be mean like some of the other people at school when they asked her dogs name. They thought the name padfoot was stupid and she should have named her dog like shadow or something based off the dark fur.

Damian saw her change in demeanor and smirked before continuing.

“I love the Harry Potter series.”

“Me too! Well you probably already knew that because of the name but-“

“Hey, it’s fine.” Damian reassured as she started to rant and stumble on her words. Damian loved Y/N’s shyness. It meant he had to worry about a lot less people being in the way. Then he realized he didn’t even know her name yet.

“What’s your name?” He questioned in subtle flirty tone.

“I’m y/n! What’s yours?” She did already know his name but she assumed that he would like to introduce himself. He liked that.

“Wayne, Damian Wayne.” He held out a hand for her to shake and she went to do so before noticing all the paint of her hands.

“Nice to meet you, I’d shake your hand but I’d feel bad getting paint on you.” Damian smiled slightly at her kind nature and proceeded to shake her hand anyway that seemed to fit perfectly in his. He didn’t even hardly pay attention to the white paint that was in his hands.

“It’s alright.” He said as he saw her looking alarmed at the paint on his hands.

Damian wanted to move quickly. He wanted to make her his as soon as possible. So he began another conversation and asked her about her life such as her friends, family, what area of Gotham she lived in, if she was single; to which she blushed brightly at as she replied with a quick yes as she never even held hands with a boy before. Damian was pleased with all the answers, and he felt very protective over her as she told him her address. He had to keep her safe if she was just waking around telling her address to anybody. Of course he wouldn’t be just anybody to her but it didn’t mean that she wouldn’t go telling other people who he knew didn’t deserve it know.

Damian didn’t want to go the route Timothy Drake did. He didn’t want to immediately force her to be his. He wanted something that made him feel the love that he was neglected of for years. He found his beloved and he knew that he had to be gentle in a way. But he could tell she was perfect for him.

She had finished her painting and put it over but the others from class the day and Padfoots had dried so she picked up the small easel and put it in her bag.

“I should probably head home now.” She spoke after she put Padfoot back on his leash and washed most of the paint off his paws. Damian panicked slightly as he didn’t want their time to end but, he also knew he could go home and search up everything he could find on the bat computer.

They walked out to the front together and saw Alfred patiently waiting in the car while reading a book. He looked up and saw Damian walking out alongside Y/N and smiled to himself slightly. He knew the boy deserved love, and it seemed that he had found his.

Y/N was tempted to ask for his number, but she didn’t want to come across as clingy or pushy. She had deeply enjoyed talking to him and she wanted to further.

“Pass me your phone.” Damian said with a slight demanding tone. Y/N did so without hesitation making Damian smirk as he typed in his number and put his name in the contact. He sent a messages to himself after and discreetly changed her contact name to ‘My Beloved ❥’ and handed back her phone.

“There, I texted myself from your phoen so we have each other’s numbers. Text me whenever you want.” Y/N smiled brightly at him making him smile back.

She began to wave goodbye and make the walk back home but he stopped her once he saw her start walking.

“Wait you’re walk home? Alone? But you live so far.”

“Yeah, my parents are always working so they can’t come get me. But it’s okay, I’m used to walking home .” But Damian immediately begins shaking his head. He knew the dangers of being in Gotham as he has seen many first hand. He wouldn’t allow his beloved to be so unprotected.

“I’ll give you a ride home from now on okay?” He spoke decidedly. She began to shake her head no.

“I couldn’t ask to do do that-“

“You didn’t ask, I told you. I’m going to give you a ride home, it’s too dangerous out there by yourself.”

“But I got Padfoot to protect me!” She spoke innocently while holding up the shaggy black dog.

Damian looked at her with a look that left no room for argument.

“Fine… but just this once.” Y/N said before following him over to the sleek black car.

“Definitely not only once, but believe what you want to believe. I can be quite… persuasive.”

Damian opened the door for her to get it and he helped her inside before getting in on the other side while Alfred glanced in the mirror every so often.

“Hello. Nice to meet you, what’s your name sir?” She spoke politely looking at Alfred as he looked up in the mirror.

“I’m Alfred Pennyworth. And you are?”

“Y/N L/N.”

“Nice to meet you as well Miss L/N.”

She smiled at him as he saw in the mirror and he slightly smiled back and could already tell she was a kind person. Perfect for Damian and the Wayne family.

Her and Damian talked the whole ride to her house after she gave Alfred her address. Once they arrived Damian tried not to look to disappointed and continued to reassure himself that he would see her the next day for sure. He would also look her up on the bat computer.

They pulled up in front of a nice house that resided in a sketchy area, well all of Gotham was sketchy but Damian remembered one of the warehouse down the street was one of Jokers hold hideouts and he stopped a drug sale a few houses down and not to even mention the-

Before he continue she opened her door and stepped out of the car.

“Thank you for the ride Mr.Pennyworth. Bye Dami!” She said happily as she set Padfoot out of the car as well and made her way into the house. As the door shut behind her he snapped out of his trance of thinking of all the dangers and the fact she already gave him a nickname.

“Beat that Todd.” Damian thought to himself as he was already making more progress in a day than Todd and Grayson had in weeks with their soulmates.

“I presume that’s her Master Wayne?”

“Definitely Pennyworth. She’s My Beloved.”

~*~

I hope you liked it ♡

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meetmymouth · 3 years

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ooh I think #7 and #17 from the blurb list would fit very well together! if you want!

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#7 If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle

#17 Sleeping in the same bed for the first time

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"This is my room," comes a gruff voice behind you as you keep looking out the window, taking in the greenery and the beautiful ocean.

See, you knew he would be here.

You knew, because Harry and Mitch were attached at the hip, and you didn't mind. You didn't mind seeing your ex every time you were invited to hang out with MitchandSarah & co, except when said ex decided to be an evil arsehole.

Perhaps, calling him an "ex" was weird, seeing how your time alone only consisted of you both getting high, mostly naked as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear and promised to make you feel good, be the best you've ever had. Other than that, though, he was an insufferable bastard. Since you never hung out with the man without your friends around–getting rat-arsed and high... and the activities that followed aside–, you didn't know if he was always this annoying.

He seemed to be getting along just fine with the others, especially Sarah and the other girls, so you had no problems scratching off the "women hater" off your list. And you can't ever recall him being this insufferable while you both were fucking which was, in his case, miserable. So, it was definitely annoying. You weren't that interested in him to think that he was being mean because he was secretly in love with you. That was a myth, a pathetic myth, wasn't it? No, you wouldn't steep that low. He was just an arse, full stop.

You turn around with an eye-roll, and within seeing his face, you nearly clench your fists like a ten-year-old. "Do you live here?" You ask, hoping the boring expression on your face is also detectable in your tone.

It's certainly not a surprise when Harry scoffs.

"I don't, but I picked this room first. Since, you know," he looks around, and walks further into the room, finally stopping at the feet of the bed. "You were late. As per."

"Oh fuck off. This isn't summer camp. Besides, I don't see any of your shit around. The room was empty when I arrived."

"If you bothered to look inside the wardrobe..."

Seriously, you find yourself thinking, how the fuck did you ever end up with this man. Naked.

There's a commotion downstairs, so you both turn to the door, but much to your dismay, there's no one coming to check up on you and hopefully, save you from Harry Styles' pathetic gob.

You turn towards the window again, eyes squinting briefly at the last bits of sunshine that's glinting from between the branches.

"Well. You shouldn't have left then. You weren't here when I arrived."

Harry shakes his head, and you swear you can see his nostrils flaring if you look carefully. Though, you just watch him with a smug smile on your face as he walks to the wardrobe and pulls open the white doors. True to his word, his clothes are there, perfectly folded, and for a moment you feel a pang of guilt before you look back up at his face and see the furrowed eyebrows.

"See. My clothes. I'm sure Sarah will sort it out for you, find you another room or summat."

"There's only three bedrooms. Can't sleep with a pregnant woman and her boyfriend, can I?"

"What about Rachel and David? Aren't you best friend's with her?"

"Harry, you're ridiculous. Just–" you wipe the sweat off of your forehead, feeling yourself grow hotter and hotter each passing minute. "–just sleep on the sofa. This is my first vacation this year. You go on holidays every week or so. Let us commoners have this."

"Oh, please. Didn't you have a girls weekend getaway or whatever the fuck in Soho Farmhouse two weeks ago?"

You can't help the scoff that leaves your mouth, and a raised eyebrow follows. "How do you know about that?"

"Because," he rolls his eyes, and slams the wardrobe shut. "You post seven hundred stories every day."

"You're a stalker."

"You sleep on the sofa."

You smirk, noticing how he avoided your previous statement.

To be fair, you hated posting on your story. Though, knowing Harry followed you on Instagram made posting on there fun, and seeing his username on the list of who watched your stories pop up at the very top every single time whenever you posted a story almost made you let out a mingy little laugh and rub your hands together, and scream "gotcha!".

"I won't."

"You're getting on my nerves."

"What a coincidence," you ignore the stare he's sending your way and walk towards your carry on, and start taking the contents out one by one, laying everything on the bed.

He watches with a scowl on his face, arms crossed across his chest, and a satisfied smile paints your features as you take out the toiletries bag next.

"Are you seriously unpacking right now?" Harry cranes his neck so he can see better. He looks ridiculous, standing in the middle of the room with arms crossed, but you refrain from saying anything.

In fact, you don't even answer him. Perhaps, you find yourself thinking, it was silly to unpack your underwear first. It wasn't as if you brought super "sexy" shit or lace everything. You can definitely feel his gaze watching your every movement as you take everything out carefully and place them on top of each other. With most of your underwear in hand, you get on one knee in front of the bedside table and open the drawer, placing everything inside and it's surprising how he hasn't claimed the bedside table yet.

"Look," he sighs. "I'll talk to Sarah, maybe you can sleep with her and Mitch–"

"–don't be stupid we're not making them sleep with other people because you can't be a gentleman and sleep on the sofa."

"Oh for fuck's sake," he growls, and you finally look at him, eyebrows raised in hopes of making him feel as stupid as he sounds right now. Unfortunately, though, he continues, "Okay, damn it, I'll sleep on the floor."

Fool.

"Common sense, Harry. Always pick sofa. No matter what."

"Were you born to make my life a living hell?"

"Look," you sit on the bed, and look around. "This is boring me to death. I'm sleeping on the bed. If you shut your gob, you can sleep with me on the bed."

Harry lets out an obnoxious laugh. "Just admit I was here first and you didn't bother checking the–"

"Yes, I didn't and what about it? I'm here now, aren't I? I'm on the bed, babes. Anyway," you get on your feet, and with one last look at him, you start walking towards the door. "I'll see you in a bit. I guess."

You both manage to avoid each other as much as you can throughout the day, and really, it wasn't that hard considering the good company of your friends, good food and good alcohol. You mainly helped Sarah and Rachel in the kitchen as the men lounged on the sun loungers, Mitch handling the grill and David helping you guys with the drinks that came in and out of the house pretty quickly with the way you lot consumed them like water.

You spend the night eating, laughing and drinking, sometimes singing along to whatever song played on David's fancy Bluetooth speaker, and everyone begins ushering inside with full bellies and most of them–except the very pregnant Sarah–with a tipsy smile on their faces.

You leave before Harry though, leaving him smoking his last cigarette by the pool while you run up the stairs and into the room, closing the door behind you. You quickly get rid of the romper and get your favourite pyjamas on, eyes searching for the orange makeup bag so you can take off the remaining makeup before bed. You knew it was silly not to do your night routine, but you still zip the bag closed with a sad expression on your face, not wanting to see your toner and night cream any more than you needed to as you throw it on the floor next to your bags. It's pathetic really, how determined you are to get in the bed before Harry can that you forego your whole routine and stick to some cotton pads. Though, plugging your charger and getting between the cool sheets make you forget all about it as you let out a sigh, and unlock your phone to do your nightly scroll before falling asleep.

As you double tap on a selfie, the door opens, and you hear him scoff, again. You keep scrolling though, and try to sneak a few glances at him as he makes a beeline for the wardrobe, and to your surprise, begins to undress. You try to stay calm, and not to think about how domestic this whole thing seems; being in the same room as him as he gets ready for bed.

Right, getting ready for bed.

You keep your eyes on your phone as his clothes hit the floor one by one, and when you look up briefly, he's got a pair of joggers on, and he's throwing the clothes he had on in the wardrobe.

He turns around, and find your gaze, and he rolls his eyes.

"I knew you'd be in bed, here, as soon as I heard someone running. Forgot you were a literal five-year-old," he mutters under his breath, loud enough so you can still hear him. "I'm not sleeping on the sofa."

"I love how you're basically arguing with yourself."

"Like I said, I'm not sleeping on the sofa. I didn't come all the way to sleep on a bloody sofa."

"Suit yourself. I guess we're sharing. Unless," you lock your phone, and place it on the bedside table. "You want to share," you shrug, adjusting your pillow and sigh at the cool fabric against your hot cheeks.

You can feel him thinking, the wheels turning in his head, and you finally hear the floorboards creek underneath his feet as he walks closer to the bed, and pushes the sheets off of you. The whole thing.

You blink in surprise. "Stop it, dude! What the fuck."

"I'm getting in! Fuck's sake, be quiet."

"You did that just to annoy me."

You're both quiet for a minute, Harry taking his rings off and then comes his socks, and he finally copies you, laying on his back on the bed. He covers the both of you, though you know it's not intentional since he couldn't do it without covering his own body with the duvet, and then he lets out a strangled sigh.

"The bed's too small."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"What?" He turns his face to you, and perhaps it's the first time he's looking at you– really looking.

His brows are furrowed, and lips turned downwards in a pout.

"I'm taking the piss, Harry. I know you're not calling me fat."

"Good," he says, though his voice isn't exactly soft. "I wouldn't."

"Good."

Silence.

It's unbearable.

Despite the hot weather, you feel yourself shiver, and you wish you were the only one in bed so you could do the whole burrito technique with the duvet. Alas... you stay where you are. You both do.

A dog barks in the distance, the high-pitched bark coming through the open window, and you can feel Harry breathing too fast beside you. You want to shout at him, tell him to fuck off and... not breathe too fast, though it sounds a bit too rude even for you, so you stay silent and wait for the dog to pipe the fuck down.

You try to turn on your side, because you could never see yourself fall asleep laying on your back like a vampire, but you almost fall, not anticipating the tiny space you've got going on. It's bad, and you know you're not going to get a good sleep. So, you find yourself contemplating about getting up and sleeping on the sofa because honestly, fuck him.

Harry shuffles next to you, presumably trying to find a good position to sleep in himself, but he lets out a groan and it startles you.

"What's wrong with you!"

"The bed's too fucking small."

"We've established that."

He sniffs, hands clenching the sheets around his body. "I don't sleep on my back. My back hurts."

You don't say anything, hoping for him to just get up and leave, go sleep on the sofa. He doesn't, though. It's another fifteen minutes before you let out another sigh, trying to get comfortable on the bed, and Harry copies you. You both turn on your sides, facing each other and Harry groans when your knee makes contact with his thigh, making you cringe in embarrassment. A quiet sorry leaves your mouth and he shakes his head, then turns the other way, facing the door.

"Fuck," he spits after a minute. "If we both want to fit, we'll have to cuddle."

"Cuddle? Fuck no."

"Just," he turns to you again, but the bed is too small for you both so his knees touch yours. "Just come closer. Either that, or go sleep on the sofa."

"Why don't you–"

"You're so stubborn! Come closer, I won't eat you or fall in love with you. Fuck."

You groan, but oblige for some reason, feeling your heart beginning to beat faster for some ridiculous reason.

It's been a long time, you find yourself trying to convince your heart. It's been a long, long time since you've been this close to a human being. Too long since you've cuddled with someone, so obviously you were going to feel a little excited, and weird. Yes, definitely weird.

You get closer and he lifts up his arm, you both sharing a look before you roll your eyes and place your hand on his wrist, placing it on your hip. He's quiet, eyes searching yours, and the crease between his brows are gone, and you want to laugh, because who knew it only took your skin against his to wipe that stupid grimace off of his face.

"I still think you're annoying," Harry mumbles, clearly sleepy. His hold on your hip becomes tighter as his thumb strokes your skin over the fabric.

"I know. Just shut up and sleep."

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