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some-bunniii · 4 months

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My Charming Red Savior [1]

・❥ You’re harassed by a man following you down the street. Luckily, a rather smiley demon swoops in and claims to be your husband.

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

x: no use of y/n. i said this was going to be short and I lied, it’s about 6k words.

warnings: mild swearing

Warning! Battery at 1%! Device will power down in 3..

You stared down at the phone in your hands as the message lit up on the screen. Eyes widening, you quickly tapped the screen, trying to bypass the pop-up and get another glimpse at the digital map you were using.

2…

“Hold on now! Just let me see where I'm going, please!” You begged the small device, your grip tightening around it as you tried to figure out what direction you needed to go.

1..

You peered around the small pop-up. Okay.. Pete Ave was that way, which meant you needed to take a right after the stoplight and go-

Device powering down! Have a nice day :)

“Damnit!” You growled as the screen flashed once, and then faded to black. You squeezed your eyes shut, face lifted to the sky as you took a deep breath to center yourself.

“Move it, won’t ya?” A demon woman chastised as she hurried around you. Lowering your head, you realized you were standing in the middle of the sidewalk, your spot interrupting the flow of pedestrian traffic. Quickly, you backpedaled until your back hit a brick wall of a building.

It was getting late in Pentagram City, and that meant you needed to hurry to get to your friend's place before the worst inhabitants of Hell came crawling out.

She had just gotten married and moved into a rather quaint little home, and you were very happy for her. You had not seen it yet, just in pictures she had shown you on her phone and the one time you drove past it.

“Oh, pleaseeee won’t you come over tonight? I can’t wait to show you all the renovations we’ve done! It looks so much better since we bought it.” She had begged over the phone that afternoon.

You had stood there, your nails clicking against the countertop in your kitchen as you thought. You had nothing important going on, just some light cleaning and shopping. What was the harm in going over there and visiting?

“Okay, sure. Yeah, I can come over.” You finally spoke.

“Ahh! I’m so excited, we’ll have a big dinner and everything. I can even rent a movie for us to watch, what are you into again? Those sappy romance flicks?”

“Whatever you want to watch, it’s your milestone we’re celebrating. I’m not the one picking.”

“Geez, you know how hard it is for me to decide things like that! But, i’ll do it. Oh! Before I forget, could you stop by the store on your way and get some Cajun seasoning? It’s for the meal!”

“Of course. I’ll see you soon.” You had told her, before hanging up. Eyes moving to the clock, you realized you two hours before needing to arrive. Which meant you had to get moving on those dishes and errands.

It didn’t take long before you were out the door. Wearing a nice outfit and new shoes, you strolled down the street. The digital map on your phone guiding you across the city as you moved.

Being so close to the city center, you didn’t have a personal vehicle. Instead, you took public transport all the way past the Entertainment District, your eyes gazing up at the rather tall VoxTek building as the bus sped by.

You didn’t know much about the Vees, other than they were very powerful Overlords with a lot of influence in the media industry. In fact, you didn’t know much about Overlords at all. Were they nasty demons? They must be, if they bartered in souls.

But there had to be better ones, right? You knew of the cannibal, Rosie, and despite her, well.. dietary choices, she seemed to be a rather motherly and courteous demon. In such a way that the residents of Cannibal Town held very high regards for her, which proved her ability to lead in a just manner. She couldn’t be the only one with a more ethical moral code.

Your mind lingered on that train of thought, before you were pulled back into reality by the bus driver’s call for your stop. Quickly, you had hurried out of the vehicle, before continuing your directed path forward.

You arrived at the large storefront, a cozy cottage-like building that whispered of deliciousness as the scents of spices and other meal-making goods wafted through the open door.

Taking a step inside, you quickly darted through the aisles, searching for the Cajun seasoning. What was your friend making tonight? You weren’t too familiar with these kinds of ingredients. Hopefully, it was going to be tasty.

When you found it, you turned it in your hands, inspecting the product. Yep, you’ve never seen this before in your life.

After paying for the item, you quickly departed. Your next destination set on your phone.. but not for long.

Just a few more blocks, and you’d have been welcomed by the two love-birds with open arms. A nice, hot meal and a good movie to finish the night.

Except, how were you supposed to get there now?!

Your phone was useless, and the digital displays around you showed nothing but advertisements and the latest news.

Frantically, you looked around for any familiar landmarks, hoping to rely on your memory to guide you. But the streets of Pentagram City, with their twisting alleys and repetitive buildings, all looked eerily similar in the dimming red light of dusk.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you tried to recall the route from memory. Pete Avenue, right after the stoplight, then… was it a left or a right at the next intersection? You berated yourself for not doing a better job at memorizing the way before you left.

Turning, you raised a fist at the VoxTek HQ building, cursing them for your suffering. Stupid technology and their shitty battery life.

Slowly, you started walking again. Past the neon signs beckoning you to take a glance at what they had to offer, past the girls on the corner who were calling out to you to come have a ‘good time’.

Sometimes, you wished you had someone else to lend a hand at times like these. But, your heart and your home were unimaginably lonely when it came to a romantic partner. It was something that others around you couldn’t stop pestering you about.

“You really need to get out more,” another friend of yours had said one day, while you two dined at a cafe, “there’s this new dating app, called ‘Ozzie’s Love Link’. Everybody is buzzing about it. You should totally give it a whirl!”

You had rolled your eyes at her suggestion, a dating app? Those things were practically a fraud. The demons on there either wanted sex, or their idea of a relationship was twisted and foul. You even had heard stories of people playing into sick traps of the perfect first meet, only to be murdered and left in an alley to rot.

“I want something real, not some.. temporary escape. Have you ever met anyone that’s actually found ‘The One’ through one of those things? And, who knows, maybe the demon of my dreams will just walk right into me one day.”

She had laughed at your words, holding a hand to her mouth to contain her giggles.

“Oh, you. You’re still hanging on to those silly stories of a Prince Charming, hm? C’mon now, this is the real world. Nobody is going to swoop in and save you, and then fall hopelessly in love with you. That's a fairy tale. You need to put in the effort.”

You shrugged. Maybe, she was right. Maybe, those stories you had digested were just fairy tales, meant to enrapture you with promises of the perfect life. You were in Hell, after all.

‘She just doesn’t understand,’ you reminded yourself, ‘all her relationships have been toxic. She doesn’t know any better.’

You weren’t going to let her judgments get to you, you could live your life however you wanted, with whatever dreams you chose.

As you walked down the bustling streets, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. It was as if unseen eyes followed your every move, sending shivers down your spine.

‘Stop freaking out,’ you told yourself, ‘it’s just your imagination, there’s people all around you. They have their own lives, they’re not watching you.’

Nearing the curb to an intersection, you glanced up at the street sign. Pete Avenue, finally. Now, think. Left?

Looking left, you peer down the rows of strip clubs and bars. The crowds only got bigger from there, and there seemed to be no residential streets. You turned your head to the right, and it began to branch out into more domesticated buildings and neighborhoods. The farther your gaze traveled, the quieter the sidewalks became.

So, right it is.

You turned the corner of the block and kept moving, your pace quickening as you checked a large digital clock on the side of a building. It was getting closer to the time you had promised to be there.

But, now where were you supposed to go? You turned your head, until your gaze landed on a small imp standing near an alley, a cigarette between his lips.

Walking forward, you raised your hand up in greeting. “Excuse me, do you know where Magdalene Drive is, by any chance? I’ve just gotten a little turned around and would greatly appreciate some guidance.”

The imp regarded you for a moment, his eyes squinted in thought. He pulled the cigarette from his lips, and exhaled a large breath. A plume of gray smoke vented from his lips, and he coughed harshly.

“Yeah, I do. You see that big statue over there?” He pointed to your left, the cigarette hanging between his fingers.

Turning your head, you leaned slightly backwards. Off in the distance, a large marble statue depicting an unknown owl demon practically glowed against the darker backdrop. It seemed to hold resemblance to an Ars Goetia family member, but you couldn’t put a finger on who.

“Right when you pass it, take a left. Go two blocks straight, then take another left. One more block, and another right, and you’re on Magdalene Drive.”

Jeez, that was a lot of directions thrown at you in one sitting. Not wanting to pester the man any further, you waved a thanks and walked away.

How far have you come, exactly? You turned your head behind you, looking down the sidewalk of where you had just come from. Something flickered in your peripheral vision, a dark figure skirting from your gaze. Was someone watching you?

You shook your head. No, it’s just your imagination. Keep moving.

Slowly, you turned back and started walking. The sidewalks were practically empty now, the glow from the street lamps above you illuminating your path as you strolled up the large statue.

Twisting your head to get a better look at it, your gaze skimmed across the royal figure. The owl-demon was staring up at the sky, one arm raised with what seemed to be a ball of energy in his grasp. Swirls of gold marble laced the pearly white sphere. He was holding up, like it was an offering to Heaven.

Maybe, you’d come back later and take a look at the plaque below the statue. There had to be some significance, although you didn’t see yourself as a master of the fine-arts to te-

Crunch

What was that? That sounded like someone crushing a twig beneath their feet. You twisted to face behind you, and saw nothing once more.

‘Alright, this is getting a little freaky.’

You weren’t going to stop now though, you didn’t want any potential onlookers seeing you stalking the perimeter like a weirdo simply because your paranoia was having you hallucinate things.

Keeping your pace, you took a sharp left on the corner and continued down. How many blocks did that guy say? Two, if you could recall correctly.

That’s how many blocks you traveled, before stopping in your tracks. Which way did he say to go? Right? Left?

You rubbed your face with a hand, why did you suck so badly with directions?! If only you had charged your phone before you left, you wouldn’t be in this predicament.

Turning your head, you tried to figure out which way could be the correct one. There was nothing, though. It didn’t remind you of anything you’d seen when you had driven past her house.

“Hey, you lost?” A gravelly voice came from behind you. Eyes widened, you spun on your heel to face the stranger. He was tall, much taller than you. He sported scars running across his face, one eye half-lidded permanently from some kind of nasty wound.

He sported a dark leather jacket, with a thin sweater underneath. His hoodie was up, masking most of his features like a shadow. His skin was a dark red, and his eyes were a pale yellow. He seemed to be a Succubus demon, being too large for an imp.

There was no kindness in his tone or in his smile. Your brain screamed danger, you needed to get away from him. Quickly, you shook your head, trying to give him a well-meaning smile.

“No, i’m not! I’m just uhh- waiting for someone, they’ll be here soon anyway.”

“People that aren’t lost usually don’t ask strangers on the street for directions,” he chuckled darkly, “why don’t you tell me where you’re trying to go? I can give you a lift.”

As he closed in, you could smell the bitter taste of alcohol on his breath. You had to steel yourself not to recoil at his looming figure. Widening your smile, you attempted to not display any fear as he got closer.

“No, thank you. I would hate to bother you, my.. partner should be here soon, so you can continue on with your day!”

“Don’t you know this place ain’t safe for sweet dolls like you to be roaming alone? C’mon, let me take you to where i’m parked, i’m sure you’ll enjoy my company.”

You quickly stepped backwards, trying to widen the distance from this creep. It wasn’t until your back hit the wall of an abandoned storefront, did you realize you were trapped.

“I said no. I’m not some damsel in distress. Now, if you can excuse me, I need to keep going before it gets too late.”

You turned away from him, trying to break any kind of contact with the demon. Maybe if you kept your cool, he’d abandon his little mission.

That was until you felt his hand snake around your wrist, his grip tightening and pulling you to face him. In your state of shock, you dropped the bag containing the Cajun seasoning. You tried to tug your wrist free, but his yellow nails were practically digging into your skin, preventing your escape.

“What’s the rush, Doll? Scared i’m gonna bite or something? Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna harm you. I just want to show you a good time.”

Your eyes narrowed, gaze heated at the stranger. You frowned, glimpsing at his hand on your wrist in disgust.

“What are you doing? I don’t want anything to do with you, now let go of m-!”

“There you are, my dear!” A masculine voice exclaimed next to you. You felt the creep’s grip on your wrist loosen suddenly. His hand yanked away by another, and your gaze traced the light touch of unknown dark-red fingers gently taking your hand instead.

You snapped your head to the unfamiliar voice, taking in the sight of a second demon standing right besides you, a large grin on his face. He was tall, and he stood a little bit higher than the creep in front of you. His hair was styled in a cropped, angled bob, with an odd pinkish-red shade. Two small antlers protruded from the top of his head, and were those.. ears next to them too?

He was dressed rather formally, with a red pin-stripe coat adorned with a large black bow-tie. Over his right eye, you took note of the small oval-shaped monocle. He held a cane, with an odd looking end. The small oval in the center of it reminded you of an eye. He looked very dapper, like he was from a much older era.

His gaze was soft, as he looked at you. It wasn’t until his eyes snapped to the stranger in front did they take on a cold, dark glare. That smile never faltered, though.

Who was this guy? Why was he touching you? You felt the need to tear your hand from his grip as well.

Except, when he turned back to you, his eyes sent you a hidden message. Something like, ‘Go along with it, if you want to get rid of him.’

Seeing as you were stuck between two strange demons, with no idea what this new guy had in store for you, maybe it was a good idea to follow his silent command. Your hand went limp in his grip, and the deer demon raised it to his chest, patting it lovingly.

“Goodness, I leave for ten minutes to go pick up your favorite herbal tea and poof, gone! You are a slippery one, my sweet.” Static dripped from his voice, seemingly connected to the cane at his side. Was it some kind of microphone?

“Who are you?” The stalker questioned, backing up a step as he regarded the new face.

The red demon laughed, an audible ‘ha ha’, as if the creep just told a rather good joke. He extended his free hand in greeting, and the succubus only eyed the gesture with suspicion.

“The name is Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sir, quite a pleasure. It’s rare for people these days to not recognize my face, although i’m sure it’ll become familiar soon enough.”

That ‘soon enough’ sounded quite ominous to you. And, was he some kind of celebrity or something? You didn’t remember him from anywhere.

“Well, do you mind? Me and the lady were in the middle of a conversation.” The succubus retorted, a slight growl in his tone.

“The better question is, do you mind, my good sir! Here I am, searching for my dear wife, only to see you bothering her on the corner!”

Wait a second, did this guy just call you his wife? You stood there, shocked, as you listened to the two bicker. Never would you think you’d hear that uttered from a man.

“Not only that, but touching her without her consent? My word, what degenerate behavior!” The demon, Alastor, continued. He shook his head in disapproval, an audible tsk-tsk coming from his lips.

“There was no harm in it, we were only having some fun. Ain’t that right, Doll?” The stalker turned to you, fire in his gaze as if daring you to speak.

You shook your head, your gaze snapping to Alastor. He watched you for a moment, before turning his attention back to the succubus.

“It seems your mother neglected to instill in you even a modicum of respect. If my wife weren’t here to witness, I'd be more than obligated to educate you on proper decorum.”

Something flickered in the creep’s eyes, and for a moment he looked almost afraid. After a moment, He sneered, eyeing you up and down. "I don't see a ring on her finger."

Alastor smirked, and gently lifted your hand forward for the demon to get a look at. His grin was that of triumph, as though he was showcasing a prized possession.

Your eyes widened at the sight, a gasp almost escaping your lips. On your finger, was a small gold ring. It was snuggled nicely around your digit, a perfect fit.

The Succubus leaned in, and so did you. Where the hell did that come from? That was not there a few minutes ago!

On closer inspection, you noticed something about the small band. Engraved in a tiny rose-gold font, was a single letter.

"There, now do you see?" Alastor's grin widened, his demeanor playful yet menacing. His eyes narrowed, as he waited for the demon's response. You felt the air crackle with some kind of energy, it was dark and cold. The hair on the back of your neck began to stand on its end, like static. Which one of the demons was doing that?

The stalker’s expression shifted from arrogance to confusion, then to frustration. He furrowed his brow, studying the ring intently as if searching for some kind of flaw.

Was he going to try and argue? The proof was there, albeit fabricated. Alastor dropped your hand, and instead snaked his arm around yours, locking you in place.

There was no argument didn’t, instead, the succubus took another step back. The demon straightened himself and shrugged, like the scene before him was not a bother, like his filthy plan wasn’t thwarted by the appearance of the powerful deer man.

“Whatever, I ain’t got time for this anyway. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Lovebirds.”

As the man turned away, Alastor’s grin widened as he nodded his head. “Farewell, and may your endeavors be as futile as your manners!”

He turned to you, that dark look gone from his eyes as he gently tugged at your arm, still laced with his. “Now, my dear, shall we continue on our evening stroll?”

You nodded slowly, and together, the two of you turned away from the creep and began to walk. You had only made it a few steps before you heard the soft knocking of Alastor’s staff hitting the cement walkway. What was he doing?

Behind you, a strangled cry filled the silence, before a loud thump hit your ears. You jolted at the sound, did something just happen? It sounded like someone got hurt!

Right as you were about to turn your head to look at where the noises had emanated from, Alastor’s head snapped to you and you felt another gentle tug on your arm to turn your attention back to him.

You looked up at him, a smile forming on your lips as your nerves settled. “Thank you, for saving me, kind sir. I could have been a goner.”

“It was no trouble at all my dear, and please, call me Alastor. I was simply in the neighborhood and couldn’t just stand by and let that rapscallion manhandle you like that! Now, where are we off to, if I might ask?”

“Oh, well, Magdalene Drive! It’s a house right at the end of a street, my friend's place actually. She’s expecting me for dinner, that’s why I have this bag of…”

You became suddenly aware of the empty feeling in your hand. Did you forget to pick up the seasoning after you dropped it?! You groaned internally, your head hung in defeat. After all that, you didn’t have the one item you had taken this route to get.

Alastor raised an eyebrow at your reaction, and you quickly explained, “I needed to get Cajun seasoning for the meal they are making, but I dropped it when that.. man was harassing me! I’m terribly sorry, I have to go back and get it.”

Alastor only smiled, as usual, and shook his head. He waved his hand in a sweeping motion, brushing off your attempt to turn around.

“Nonsense! We don’t need to bother that poor soul any longer. Here, let me give you one from my personal collection!”

He lifted his free hand, and snapped his fingers. In a flicker of green light, a small spice jar landed in his palm. Your eyes widened, an amused smile gracing your lips as you watched the little trick. That was pretty cool. Was that the same kind of magic he used to secretly place the ring on your finger?

“Here you are! The best Cajun seasoning you can find in Pentagram City, my personal favorite. I was going to use it for something special, but it seems you are in need of it more than I.”

He lifted his hand toward you, and you took it gratefully. Lifting it to your nose, you inhaled deeply. It was an odd scent, one you couldn’t quite place, but it smelled quite delicious.

“Not many dishes require such flavoring, what is the meal you are having tonight?”

You shrugged, “I'm not really sure, to be honest. She didn’t say.”

“Hm, a pity. Have you ever tried Jambalaya? It is a rather magnificent dish, my personal favorite actually! My mother was quite the cook, indeed, and her craft would never miss when producing such delicacies.”

“No, I've never tried it before. What does it taste like?”

“It is hard to put a description on it. It’s almost like.. fireworkings popping off in your mouth! Ha ha, that is a good way to put it. You really must try it sometime.”

You smiled at Alastor as you listened to his words. Perhaps, you would.

“What got you into this pickle, anyway? Surely you didn’t actually feel like taking a stroll so late in the evening, hm?” He questioned as the two of you continued your pace, “a pretty face like yours will cause quite the stir amongst the filthy rats that like to inhabit this place.”

“Oh, well, I was using my phone for directions. It died on the way here, unfortunately I'm not familiar with this area and couldn’t find my way forward.”

His words finally processed in your brain. Did he just call you pretty? You didn’t get to think about that for much longer as his static-laced voice filled the air once more.

“Ah, of course. This new.. modern technology is nothing short of a fraud, if I do say. What ever happened to the old fashioned paper map? If it were up to me, we wouldn’t be so reliant on such faulty equipment.”

“Is that what your staff is? It looks like a microphone.” You said, pointing to the cane in his other hand.

Alastor glanced down to his cane, and then back to you. “Aha, a clever one indeed! Yes, my dear, I use it for my radio broadcasts!”

You perked at that. Radio? You had one of your own at home. Although it was quite dusty, you did occasionally turn it on to see what latest hits were circling around in the music industry.

“You do radio? That’s actually kind of interesting! Do you have a big audience?”

“Yes, indeed! Back when I was at my highest with it, I had many listeners. Unfortunately, my absence from Pentagram City has led to other forms taking the spotlight. I plan on rectifying that once I've settled in. Perhaps, you could listen in as well to see what I have to offer?”

You nodded at that, perhaps, you would listen in. He had a nice, pleasant voice. It felt like you could sit there for hours and just listen to him speak. Even if the words that came from his mouth was nothing but gibberish, you’d still let his voice drown out your thoughts.

“What about you?” The static dripping from his voice causes you to turn your head, “what do you do for a living?”

“Oh, well, I work at a men’s formalwear store. So, like tuxedos, dress shirts, and all that jazz. I help assist with fittings and greet guests, basically the doorgirl. Nothing too important.”

His ears perked slightly as he listened, and he turned his head to you. “Well, isn’t that interesting! Just recently, I had an awfully rude encounter with another demon, who had torn a piece of my suit. That slippery little serpent got away before I could.. question him about his antics.”

“That’s awful! Who was it?”

Alastor chuckled, rolling his eyes as he recalled the event. “Oh, nobody of importance, I assure you. Just some pretentious upstart fancying himself as an Overlord, with a knack for building rather ghastly creations of destruction. Since that encounter, I've been in the market for a fresh look. If a place of formal employs such splendid characters like you, I think it would be in my best interest to take a look in your establishment for a new coat”

Your eyes widened, he wanted to buy a new suit at your work because.. you were there? How charming.

Taking another glance at him, you realized he was rather good-looking. His red hair popped out against his much paler skin, it shined against the streetlights above. It looked rather silky and smooth, like you could comb them with your fingers and not find a single knot.

And those ears? They were pretty cute, actually. They stuck up from his head, and every so often they would twitch or shrivel in the direction of sudden noises. They seemed so soft too, would they feel as good as they looked if you were to squish them between your fingers?

He was a well-mannered gentleman, a pretty rare specimen in Hell. Not only that, but he stepped in to defend you from that creep when he could have simply walked by. He didn’t, and that made your cheeks heat up. Especially with the fact he called you his wife, instead of something simpler like ‘friend’.

What about when he called you pretty? Did he actually mean that? You never regarded yourself as such, but if Alastor thought that, maybe you cou-

“Is this the house?” Alastor’s words pulled you back into reality. You blinked, before looking up at the pale blue cottage snuggled nicely between two large Victorian homes. The talks you were having must have kept you from noticing the large distance.

“Yes! This is the place!” You exclaimed happily, finally, you were here. You turned to him, before looking down at your arm, still laced with his. Slowly, you pulled your arm free. The cold that replaced his touch was unwelcomed. Which felt odd to you, why did you want him touching you still?

You had only just met him, but perhaps his way of speaking and heroics swooned you enough to miss the warmth of his grasp. Lifting your head to meet his gaze, you tried to see what he was thinking behind that constant smile.

His eyes were unreadable, but the cold stare he had given the succubus, and to the other onlookers that you had occasionally passed was missing as he looked at you. There seemed to be a smile in his eyes, one that was meaningful and true.

“Well, I'm glad I could assist you in finding your way home, my dear. I quite enjoyed our chat, it is refreshing to hear from a new face once in a while. Especially one as eloquent as yours.”

You had to keep yourself from visibly blushing. He really was a gentleman in all regards. You bowed your head respectfully, before meeting his gaze again.

“The only reason why I'm here is because of you, Alastor. Thank you, and I do hope to run into you in the future. Our conversation was very interesting, I'd love to hear more of it sometime.”

He tilted his head at you, as he regarded your words. “Indeed, perhaps we will. Maybe, the next time we cross paths, I can give you a glimpse into my mothers recipe of Jambalaya. I’m sure your friend would be interested in trying something new the next time you sit down for dinner.”

You smiled at him, before waving goodbye. Turning towards the door you lightly rapped your knuckles against its wooden frame. It was then that you realized you never properly introduce yourself.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I never got to tell you, my name is-”

The words halted in your mouth, as you found the space in front of you empty. Alastor had vanished, not a single trace of his presence remained.

He was gone already? Damn, that guy moved quickly. Maybe, he was just a hallucination, a dream too good to be true. You stood there for a moment, before closing your mouth in thought.

Suddenly, the front door was flung open and a hand reached out and grasped your top. You turned your head just as you were yanked inside. Before you had time to blink, the door was slammed shut behind you. The window near it was shielded by curtains in seconds.

In front of you, your friend stood there. She was breathing heavily, a hand to her heart as if she just witnessed the scariest thing in her life. She quickly held your shoulders, scanning your body for any injuries.

“Oh my gosh! You’re lucky I pulled you in here quickly,” She exhaled a breath to calm her nerves, “You could have been that guy’s next meal!”

“What are you talking about?” You asked, an eyebrow raised at her strange demeanor.

“Alastor! The Radio Demon! Y’know, the guy that murdered all those overlords years ago?”

You raised an eyebrow as her words settled in your head. That demon was the Radio Demon? No way! He was such a gentleman, and rather pleasant too!

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not! I don’t know what happened between the two of you, hopefully not a deal, but you need to stay away from him. He’s nothing but a bad omen!”

You smiled, shaking your head at her antics. She was just being silly, Alastor saved you from potentially being kidnapped. You doubted he’d lay a finger on you in a harmful manner.

“Well, I brought that seasoning. Why don’t we go take a tour of the place, hm?” You said, pulling her away from the doorway and down the hall.

She nodded, her face lighting up instantly. “Yes, a great idea! I can’t wait to show you the kitchen, we replaced practically everything. The flooring is a beautiful marble tile and…“

She trailed off as her gaze shot to your hand, her eyes widening at the sight. Quickly, she grasped it, and pulled it closer to inspect it. You tensed, what was she doing?

“..what is that on your finger? I didn’t know you wore this kind of jewelry!”

Following her gaze, you turned your hand slightly to see what she was so enthralled about, and your eyebrows raised in surprise at the sight.

Still perfectly snug on your finger, was that gold ring Alastor had magically placed on you. You assumed that it would have dissolved or vanished when he left, but that small A still glimmered in the overhead light.

“I’ll explain it over dinner.” You simply replied, pulling your hand out of her grip and beginning to walk further into the house.

Your eyes kept landing on the golden band, though. Alastor not far from your mind as you listened to your friend fill you in on all the renovations. It was quite pretty, and it seemed to look great on you. For a moment, a rather odd thought crossed your mind, causing your cheeks to heat as you lamented over it.

Would it be so bad if you just.. kept it on?

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woah, first fic of Alastor! I thought he’d be the perfect guy for this scenario. i wrote the reader as sort of a hopeless romantic bc it’s the complete opposite of al and i thought it was funny

EDIT: Part 2 is coming!!

lmk what you think! :)

#Alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #Alastor #radioapple is my crack ship so it makes sense i give al and luci love on my blog lmao

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anothermansjeans · 1 month

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you know how to ball, i know aristotle

s.r x f!reader

summary: spencer's love feels so high school

warnings: none!

wc: 689 (she's short!)

a/n: inspired by so high school!! i have 50 different fics planned after listening to ttpd.......be prepared

It felt childish in a way. The way Spencer feels his cheeks flush and a chill run down his body whenever she’s near him. The constant butterflies. The shyness he feels when she's around. The high he gets from being near her. It feels like he’s a teenager in love.

Right now, the feeling remains as he watches Y/N and the rest of the team that fills the bullpen play a makeshift game of basketball with a trash bin and crumpled up paper. Whenever she makes a basket, she snaps her head over to him to see if he was looking– of course he was– and his chest fills with pride. Once her turn was over though, his head went right back down to his current read, something about Greek philosophers.

“Pretty Boy!”

His head immediately went back up at the sound of Morgan calling out to him. “Hmm?”

“We need reinforcements. Your girl is kicking our asses over here.”

A red wave flooded his neck, making its way up to his face, and he moved his chair back the tiniest bit, giving a small nod as he tried to hide his shy smile. He felt the way one would if they were asked to play kiss, marry, kill with their crush’s name thrown in there. Honestly, he’d be content if she did all three to him.

From there on, the game went terribly. While Y/N was making shot after shot, Emily was barely making it around the rim, Derek made it every other time, and Spencer was so far off it was pointless in asking him to join (but he knew the ball wasn't weighted properly, and he’d die on that hill). It didn't take long for those who were losing to become uninterested in the game, so everything eventually went back to business.

That was until Spencer felt a pair of hands gently knead into his shoulders.

Normally, he would tense up immediately. He wouldn't want to be touched– he’d be questioning why someone was touching him. But he knew it was Y/N. He’s become accustomed to her delicate touch; the smell of her lotion; the light reflecting off of the promise ring he bought her for their last anniversary. She would massage his shoulders until he was completely relaxed against her, allowing her to lean forward more and wrap her arms around his neck, placing her chin on his shoulder.

“I had a lot of fun earlier. You did well.”

He let out a giddy laugh as he craned his neck in order to look at her. The same giddy feeling a teenager gets when playing spin the bottle and truth or dare spread through his body whenever he’s this close to her, it truly never fails.

“I’m glad. I absolutely embarrassed myself with my lack of skill, but I’m glad at least someone enjoyed it.”

“Hey,” she shifted slightly so that she was directly looking at him all while keeping her chin perched on him. “You didn't embarrass yourself. We all have things we’re good at. Like, look at this.” She lazily gestured to the books scattered across his desk, “I couldn't even begin to describe what you're reading. You’re brilliant, Spence.”

“It’s called The Philosophy of Aristotle. It’s a selection of Aristotle’s works and–” he stopped himself, watching the way Y/N was completely mesmerized by what he had to say.

“Keep going. I've done my reports and I’m sure you've finished yours. We have plenty of time.” She kissed his cheek as a way to get him to start speaking again, and he felt on top of the world.

It was childish, really. The constant buzz he felt when speaking to her. The crinkles he can feel by his eyes from smiling so hard. The childlike wonder at how someone could be so perfect for him. No one’s ever had him like her. He felt as though this is what he would've felt if he had a normal childhood, one where he had a high school sweetheart. And despite it feeling so high school, he loves it. He loves her.

#idk how i feel about this but i tried!!#dr spencer reid #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction

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beyondthesefourwalls · 5 months

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Something Worth Remembering

Summary: You were hopeful that you’d be moved into your new house before Christmas, but after another renovation delay, that’s not in the cards. To your credit, you make the most of the situation, and Bradley falls in love with you even more because of it. But he’s determined to make your first Christmas together special, and sets out to plan a surprise that ensures the holiday will be one both of you will always remember.

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (no use of y/n)

(can be read as Forgetful Boy and Pumpkin from RYEWID, but not necessary to read that first)

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Warm fuzzy Hallmark feelings. Language. Allusions to smut.

Notes: Some holiday action for my faves. Written for @bellaireland1981's Winter RomCom Challenge with the prompt "home for the holidays”. Also as part of The Forgotten Moments Collection, but can very much be read by itself.

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Bradley stopped short when he walked through the front door, eyes widening as he took in the scene in front of him.

“Um…Pumpkin?”

“You’re home!”

You popped up so suddenly from the other side of the counter in the kitchen that he jumped slightly in surprise. “Am I?” he asked slowly, closing the door behind him and bending down to unlace and take off his boots. You laughed brightly as you stepped around some of the shopping bags on the floor to get to him. He accepted the kiss from you eagerly, feeling the stress from another work day dissipate as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Contractors called,” you told him once you pulled back, resting a hand on his chest. Your ring sparkled in the light streaming in through the open curtains, and Bradley couldn’t help but smile before he registered the words. “There’s a delay with the electrician and the flooring.”

Bradley groaned, the familiar annoyance of hearing the word “delay” coursing through him. The home the two of you had purchased was a fixer upper, tucked into the end of a cul de sac in a neighborhood not too far from base. There was work that needed to be done to make it everything you wanted, but neither of you had anticipated all the headaches that would come along with that. It would be a long project, you knew, but the contractor you had hired had promised it would at least be livable within the first few weeks.

That had been nearly two months ago now, and the delays kept piling up. Barely anything had been done at this point, and he knew he’d have to call the administrative office tomorrow to extend the lease on the on-base apartment, again.

“Of course there is.”

You smiled gently, and Bradley couldn’t help but let some of the annoyance slip away at the soft look on your face. He took a deep breath and let himself relax, pressing a kiss to your forehead before releasing you. He gestured to the tiny apartment the Navy had provided you with, smaller than the shoebox you had called home back in DC, that definitely did not look like what it did when he left for work this morning.

“Is that why it suddenly looks like Christmas threw up in here?”

You threw your head back as you giggled. The sound caused a full blown smile to cross Bradley’s face, warming him from the inside out.

“I was holding out hope that we would be able to spend Christmas in our new house, even if it’s not finished. But since the electrician’s are delayed, the floor people can’t come until the 28th. So I decided to finally cave and decorate here instead. But I didn’t want to spend a bunch of money on nice decorations, because I want to save that for when we’re completely moved in next year.”

“So…”

“So I may or may not have bought out a good portion of the Dollar Tree Christmas aisle, and spent way too long deciding on white lights or multicolored lights for the $20 table top tree that I bought.”

Bradley laughed loudly, looking around your temporary home once again. Red and green and gold covered the minimal available surfaces, and a small lopsided tree sat on the corner table in the living room, a bag of what he assumed to be decorations sitting beside it. Your cat, Florry, was curled up on top of a pile of bright green garland on the floor.

"Who needs a fancy new house when we can have our own little tacky winter wonderland right here?"

Your eyes sparkled with delight as you spoke, clearly thrilled by the idea, or at least incredibly amused by it. Bradley knew that Christmas was your favorite holiday, and how much you loved the festive season. This would be the first one you ever spent together. When you had toured the house months ago, you had pointed out the perfect place for a tree and where certain decorations could go. You had been so excited to spend the holiday in your new home. As the delays started coming in you had adjusted just how grandiose your plans would be, but you had taken it in stride. Now you were only six days out from Christmas itself and you were once again just making the best of the situation that neither of you could control.

Not for the first time, he wondered how he had gotten so lucky.

"Alright, Pumpkin," he said, "Let me go change, and then I’ll help you make this the tackiest, most magical Christmas ever."

You grinned at him, a mischievous spark in your eyes. "Challenge accepted."

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The Dagger Squad had an impromptu and unofficial holiday party the next night at the Hard Deck, and it still blew Bradley away seeing you intermixed so perfectly with his friends, both old and new. You floated from conversation to conversation and when he wasn’t by your side, he watched you with a smile on his face. He knew you were perfect for him, but seeing you fitting in like this just reaffirmed it.

“How’s the house coming along?”

He looked over at Mav as he leant against the bar beside him, handing him a fresh beer. He was still getting used to being around his godfather after all this time, but they had settled into a peaceful kind of hesitancy as they relearned what it meant to be in the other’s life, and it was nice, even if Bradley had to remind himself to breathe sometimes.

“Slowly.”

His tone must have relayed how he was feeling because Mav shot him a sympathetic wince. “Another delay?”

“Yup.” Bradley let out a frustrated sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. “They can’t get the electricians in until tomorrow, which is when the flooring was supposed to go in. So now that got pushed to after Christmas”

Mav clasped a hand on Bradley's shoulder, offering a supportive squeeze. "It'll all come together eventually. How’s she taking it?”

He snorted as he brought the drink to his lips, taking another sip. “She handles stress and shit like this better than anyone I know.”

Mav smiled, nodding in what looked like approval. “You got yourself a good one.”

Bradley hummed his agreement and let his eyes stray to you, chuckling softly when he saw you dancing with Nat. Sometime in the last few minutes, you had stolen the Santa hat that Coyote had arrived with, the red and white material perched on your head. You twirled around with his best friend to the Christmas song playing over the jukebox, laughing merrily. You really did love this time of year.

You had told him that you didn’t care where you spent the holiday, so long as you were together. It was your first Christmas together, after all. But Bradley still felt guilty over not being able to get you into the house sooner. You had only been married for a few months, and you had given up your whole entire life to move out to California when he got permanently assigned here. It’s a decision you would make again and again, he knew, but he still wished there was something he could do, too. You had made far more sacrifices than he had. He wanted this holiday to be special. Memorable.

You were just a little bit tipsy when you got back to the apartment that night. You had clung to Bradley’s arm with both of yours the whole way up to the third floor from the parking lot, but the moment you walk through the door, you’re releasing him to go plug in the tiny table top tree. You plug in the string lights lining the kitchen counters next, humming a christmas song he can’t quite place under your breath as you do. You turned to him once the space was illuminated, the soft golden glow highlighting your smile.

“Pretty nice, huh? These cheap decorations aren’t so bad - I may just keep them for the new house, too.”

Your ability to make the most of everything made his heart stutter. He was in front of you in only three quick strides, one hand landing on your hip while the other cupped your face. He bent to connect your lips in a kiss. He could still taste the peppermint from the candy cane you sucked on on the ride home, and the taste of the champagne Penny had broken out at the end of the night for a toast. You didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around him and return the kiss, both of you getting so lost in it that by the time he pulled away, he was panting.

“You must really like the cheap decor,” you breathed, and Bradley huffed out a laugh at your joke.

“I just really like you,” he quipped, and he enjoyed how a shiver went through your body at his response.

As you changed into pajamas and settled on the couch together, an idea started forming in his head. He thought he might know just what to do to make this holiday memorable for you after all.

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“Are you sure you don’t mind me running out for a bit?” you asked for what was probably the tenth time as you slid your sweater on over your head. Bradley groaned to himself as your body was covered from his view as he lounged in bed. He had been watching you get ready, enjoying not for the first time how getting dressed was almost always the last step in your process.

“I’m positive,” he said, also for the tenth time. You gave him a dubious look and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Pumpkin, I promise it’s okay.”

“I know, but it’s our first Christmas Eve together!”

Bradley moved so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his arms open. You stepped between his spread legs and let your hands rest on his shoulders as he looked up at you, squeezing your sides through your red sweater. “Technically, it’s Christmas Eve morning. And I think you getting brunch with Nat and Coyote’s wife will be nice for you. You’ve been so busy with work and the move that you haven’t really had time to make friends.”

“I was already friends with Nat.”

He rolled his eyes at you fondly. “You know what I mean.”

You sighed again, fingers playing with the hair on the back of his head in the way that always calmed him down, even when he wasn’t feeling stressed out. He thought maybe the motion soothed you, too. “I think it’ll be fun.”

“Yeah,” you admitted slowly, nodding hesitantly. “I do too.”

“Then go. Have fun. I’ll be here when you get back, and we’ll spend Christmas Eve together. The morning doesn’t count.”

You snorted, but nodded nonetheless. He accepted the kiss you gave him right as your phone started ringing from the bedside table. Nat was there to pick you up, just like he had requested her to when he asked for her help with pulling off this surprise by getting you out of the apartment for a few hours today.

He gave it ten minutes after you had left before he jumped up and started taking down all of the decorations you had strewn throughout the apartment. It was easy work considering how small the place was, only taking him a few trips to and from the Bronco. He grabbed the small tree last, carrying it delicately so that none of the ornaments fell off and wouldn’t have to be reconstructed.

It didn’t take too long to get to the house at the end of the cul de sac that was now in both of your names, traffic light despite the holiday. He let himself in with the key that was still shiny with how new it was. He let out a sigh of relief when he flipped the switch and the overhead light in the living room actually turned on - with everything that had gone on, he wouldn’t have been all that surprised if it hadn’t. He made quick work of bringing in everything from the car, including the items that he had purchased and kept in the trunk without you seeing them this week.

He knew he had limited time, as Nat could only commit to a few hours of keeping you distracted, but it would be more than enough with what he needed to do. His phone buzzed right as he was finishing up a little more than an hour later, your name flashing up at him.

Pumpkin🧡: Getting the check! Back soon❤️

He sent back a response telling you he’d see you soon, quickly finishing up. He locked the door behind him and jogged to the Bronco parked in the driveway, and he was only back at the apartment for less than 10 minutes when you walked in the door with a large smile on your face that quickly morphed into horrified confusion.

“What happened to our decorations?”

“Hey, Pumpkin. How was brunch?”

“Were we robbed?”

Bradley barked out a laugh, shaking his head at your wide eyes. “Of our dollar tree Christmas decorations?”

You just gestured wildly around the space, devoid of any hint of the holiday cheer that had existed in its space earlier in the day. He laughed again, closing the distance to where you stood at the still open front door. He reached around you to push it closed before pulling you into him. He kissed your forehead, your nose, and then finally your lips, pursued in an adorable pout. “We weren’t robbed,” he assured you. “But I do have a present for you. Go get changed.”

“What?”

He squeezed your hips, smiling warmly. “Trust me?”

You eyed him closely for a moment before your pout eventually settled into a soft grin, and you let out a long sigh before you nodded. “Always.”

He kissed you again, a little deeper this time, but pulled away before he could get totally lost in it. “Pajamas are on the bed.”

“Pajamas? It’s 2pm!”

He only chuckled in response, playfully smacking your butt when you started walking back toward the bedroom. “Trust me.”

You got even more suspicious when you emerged from the bedroom and saw that he had Florry in her carrier at the door and had changed into his own pajamas. He twirled his keys around his fingers and then held open the door for you. Once you were in the Bronco, cat meowing at your feet, he held out a red silk piece of cloth that made your eyebrows shoot up.

“Seriously? A blindfold?”

“Think of it like a Christmas adventure. Now let me put it on.”

You huffed a breath but he knew you weren't actually mad - you loved surprises, and there was a smile tugging at your lips as you turned to allow him to tie the silk at the back of your head. He kissed your hair when he was done and turned to start the vehicle.

“You know,” you said casually, just as Bradley was pulling out of the parking lot, “this blindfold might come in handy later. We should make sure the headboard we pick out has appropriate accommodations.”

He groaned at the implication, a flush creeping up his neck on instinct. You giggled happily, knowing the effect you had on him. He rested a hand on your thigh as he drove, yours covering his in a familiar move. The feeling of your ring on his skin was one he had grown to love in the last few months since you’ve gotten married.

You threw out guesses the entire drive over, each one more extravagant and ludicrous than the one before. By the time he pulled into the driveway that one day will be an everyday occurrence, he was grinning so hard that his cheeks were starting to hurt.

“Don’t move,” he said when he saw you reach for the door handle. He jogged around the Bronco to the passenger side, opening your door. He helped you down before reaching back in for Florry’s carrier, pressing it into your hands so you could carry her, while he focused on you.

"Alright, Pumpkin," he whispered, his voice laced with eagerness. "Keep your blindfold on, and I'll guide you." His hand tightened around yours as he led you out of the car and towards the front door of your new home. Excitement coursed through him as he thought about your reaction, and he loved that he knew instinctively that it would be positive.

He loved that he knew you so well.

“Stay here just a second,” he instructed once he got you through the door. He moved away from you to quickly plug everything in, coming back to you once the room was cast both in the sunlight streaming through the windows and the artificial LED lights.

He stood in front of you, a grin playing on his lips as he watched you fidget with anticipation. Your blindfold was still securely in place, blocking your vision from the surprise he had prepared. You were so damn beautiful, and he would never understand how he got lucky enough to call himself yours.

"Okay, baby," he said softly. He gently took the carrier out of your hands, setting it on the floor and letting the cat out to wander the new space that he had cleared of anything that might hurt her, before moving to stand behind you. Your back flush against his front, he moved his hands up your arms in a smooth caress, settling on your shoulders and squeezing in affection. "You can take off the blindfold now."

With trembling hands, you reached up and slipped the silk cloth from your eyes, revealing the scene before you. Gasping in awe, your eyes widened as you took in the sight that unfolded in the living room.

“Oh my God. Bradley.”

The room was still very much a construction zone, but he had moved all of the decorations from the apartment, plus a few more that he had gotten, to decorate the barren space. The tree you had bought sat on the floor in the corner. Blankets lined the unfinished floors, as well as humongous cotton puffs to replicate snow. An air mattress covered with bright red sheets and a green blanket was in the middle of the room. Everything looked straight out of a tacky high school Christmas play, but it was so bad that it was almost good - whimsical and unique.

He watched as you took it all in, feeling his heart beating double time in his chest. When you turned to face him, there was a wide smile on your face, and tears shining in your pretty eyes. You didn’t have to ask for him to know what you were thinking.

“I wanted our first Christmas together to be in our home, even if it’s not finished yet. I figured we could camp out for the day. You-” The words were knocked out of him as you launched yourself into his arms. He held you for a long moment, pressing a kiss into your hair as your laughter settled. “You deserve something special, Pumpkin,” he finally finished, voice softer than it had been.

You pulled back just far enough to meet his eyes, your hands cupping his face. “All I need is you, baby. You know that?”

He turned his head just slightly to press a kiss into your palm, nodding once. “I do.” A smirk twitched at his lips, his mustache twitching with the expression. “Does that mean you want me to pack all this up and return your gifts, too?”

The gasp you let out was damn near scandalized. "Oh, no you don't!" you playfully swatted at his chest. You motioned toward the tacky decorations with a mischievous grin. "We can't let these go to waste. It's our first Christmas, after all."

Bradley chuckled, arms secure around you. "It sure is," he whispered, his voice filled with affection. He leaned down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, the taste of anticipation lingering.

“Besides,” you murmured quietly, your eyes sparkling with a familiar look that had him warming from the inside out. “This gives us a jump start on christening the place. That air mattress looks mighty comfortable.”

Desire flared through him, and he wasted no time in scooping you up in his arms, carrying you bridal-style towards the makeshift bed. Your laughter echoed in the space as he laid you down.

“You know I’m gonna make you pack all of this back up and put it back up in the apartment until at least New Years, right?” you asked him, slightly breathless as he moved his kisses from your lips down to your neck, nipping at the skin.

Bradley chuckled, his hands pushing your shirt up, revealing soft skin that he loved to touch. “Oh, of that I have no doubt.”

Later, you lay nestled together underneath the green blanket, the crackling sound of a virtual fireplace playing from his laptop on the floor beside you while Christmas music played lightly from your phone. You were basking in the glow of the makeshift display as your breathing calmed. You pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his beating heart. He was sure that it skipped a beat at the gesture, but if you noticed, you didn’t comment on it.

“I can’t wait until we’re in here for good,” you whispered instead.

He hummed in response, tracing lazy patterns on your bare back. “Me too.”

You snorted after another moment, propping your head up to meet his eyes. “Hell of a first memory to make here, don’t you think?”

Bradley laughed lightly, a contented smile spreading across his face. It certainly was, in all of the best ways. “I’ll remember this forever,” he said, voice filled with warmth and conviction, because he couldn’t fathom ever forgetting any moment with you, especially something as perfect as this.

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arinbelle · 1 month

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Moments V

A/N: I’ve been working on this fic for over a year and I’m so happy it’s done. I really wanted this conversation to happen right after the Blood Rite or even after Nyx’s birth but alas. So anyways, here we are.

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Part V: Shackled

Nesta surveyed the cerulean gown, fingers gliding over the satin before turning away. It was a silent rejection, one of many, and he moved out of the way as the tailor pursed her lips but replaced it with a red one.

Cassian had come with her to help her pick out a dress for her sisters and Emerie to wear at their mating ceremony, but after the tenth one he was beginning to feel antsy. It wasn’t that he minded the small boutique, hidden amongst stores selling sweet caramels and cakes, or fresh bread and spiced meats. He’d been here before, rather, he’d been wrangled over with Mor and Amren, even with Azriel to find gifts for the females he never brought to meet them.

It was Nesta’s neither here nor there look on her face that had him apprehensive. She’d been deemed fully healed and back at her full strength three days after the Blood Rite and so preparations for their Mating Ceremony had taken over immediately. She’d doled out the responsibilities the night before; Mor on decorations from whatever colors and schemes Nesta already had in mind, Elain and Feyre on the guest list, Azriel to set up security parameters, and Amren to confirm with all the vendors they bought from. Rhys was of course the master fund for all expenses, to which Nesta had agreed to with a sly smirk.

Yet today, their first day out together since everything had been settled, to find dresses and taste cakes, was proving to be difficult. If it had been a case of true dislike, or perhaps indecision, Cassian wouldn’t have minded. But Nesta had never been an indecisive person- she knew what she preferred and it never took her long to get what she had in mind. So he knew something was wrong when she’d given her silent or quiet rejections to the various cakes and dresses and flower assortments.

“That’s alright,” he finally decided to cut in, before the boutique owner began laying out another collection of dresses. “We’ll come back another day. Thank you for your time today.”

The boutique owner didn’t seem to mind, likely happy to be rid of them, and he bade her another farewell while ushering Nesta out.

“We weren’t done,” Nesta said when they were finally a few paces away from the shop. “I need to get things done today if the ceremony is in a few days.” A risky timeline for a wedding ceremony, let alone a mating one that was as extravagant as they’d planned it to be. But he ignored that.

She had pulled herself out of his grip, crossing her arms in the middle of the cobblestone street, staring him down with that familiar fire. He’d missed it these past few days but had attributed it to exhaustion from the Rite or nerves from what she’d endured. And he’d stayed silent about it too. Perhaps stupidly, perhaps warily, but he’d kept quiet, even when the dejected look on her face seemed to be worsening with each passing day.

“We’re not getting anywhere right now. How about we take a break and come back another day, Nes?”

She didn’t move so he reached out his hand, waiting. Always waiting. Something was wrong but she’d speak when it was time. Until then, he was fine to walk with her in silence for however long she needed.

A few breaths passed but she finally loosened her stance, moving closer before grabbing his hand. He pulled her in tight, wrapping an arm around her waist before moving them down the street. She allowed it and he pressed a kiss to her crown before ushering them towards a juice stall with a long line.

She looked up at him, a small smile gracing her beautiful face. He traced the curve of her lips, the slope of her nose with his eyes, taking in the beauty. He might have been staring too long as a lovely blush colored Nesta’s cheeks and she shoved his face away.

“Stop that,” she snapped, but there was no bite to it.

“Never,” he promised, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheeks before changing to another line that was selling something that smelled tempting each time the wind blew past it.

”If you were hungry you could have just said that,” she huffed, but it was all amusement now.

He thought about it, taking a few steps forward as another order completed ahead of them.

“Fine, yes, I did want to eat,” he admitted, ignoring the smirk she sent his way. “But I had us leave because it wasn't getting anywhere. You didn’t want to be there so why suffer through it.”

She stiffened in his hold and he knew he’d probably struck a chord. That hadn’t been his intention, but he cursed himself silently. Sometimes his honesty got him into more trouble than he asked for.

They were silent for the rest of the line with Nesta only speaking to the vendor and ordering fried potatoes with cheese and a mint lemonade.

”No, I don’t want fish, thank you,” she spoke quickly, cutting her eyes at him as he made to speak. She rolled her eyes at him as he paid, thanking the stall owner before grabbing their food.

”You could use the protein. We’re going back to regular training in a few weeks,” he called behind himself, knowing she’d have something cutting to add. He delighted in it, teasing her incessantly about her huffy dislike of all the things he tried to get her to eat.

“And you could stand to skip it,” she said sweetly, with nothing kind in her smile. She reached for her plate and popped a wedge into her mouth before continuing. “I mean truly, I don’t know what they’re feeding you, Cassian. You don’t need any more muscles to ogle at.”

He chuckled at that. “Don’t you mean more muscles for you to ogle at.”

Her eyes narrowed but she shook her head emphatically, finally giving into the banter he’d so desperately been trying to distract her somber mood with.

“It’s embarrassing honestly, all the staring I get when I walk around with you and your wings hulking behind me. The size of you is scaring the poor citizens of Velaris.”

“You don’t seem to mind the size of me most days. And nights. Especially nights,” he added with a wicked grin.

She blushed, breaking her gaze from his own, snickering quietly even as she stared out at the harbor.

“You’re an idiot,” she finally settled on, mouth twisted in a wry half-smile.

”You still laughed,” he pointed out, poking her cheek as she swatted him away.

They ate in peaceful silence, until a restless urge overcame him and he couldn't keep it in any longer.

“You're not happy.” It was an observation from the past few days. Her face, her mannerisms, her behavior all had him more worried with each day.

“What?,” she asked, startled at his words.

He tried again, grabbing aimlessly for better words to get through to her.

“Doing all this I mean. I don't have much experience as a bride of course, but I think you're supposed to be enjoying yourself.”

“I am,” she protested quickly. Too quickly.

“I am,” she tried again, but it was quiet and a far more obvious lie this time than he was used to seeing from her.

“I just mean, your heart doesn't seem to be into it. Do you not want this ceremony?”

There he had said it. It had been a concern he'd toyed with for the past few days but he's convinced himself there was nothing to it. That he was imagining it. But he'd said the words and Nesta hadn't jumped to deny it. In fact she'd gone silent, looking everywhere but at him.

“We should go,” she finally said, her food half uneaten, lemonade completely untouched. “It's getting dark.”

And that was that.

She seemed to be waiting for him to finish his food but he found his appetite wholly gone then. It was a quiet, painful walk back to the House of Wind and an even worse flight up. Nesta did not look at him, did not dare to meet his eyes, and he found himself secretly relieved. He didn't want to know what he'd find should she look up at him. Disappointment or anger or perhaps both.

Nesta broke away from his hold too quickly for him to not notice it and grimace. But something held her back, one foot in the terrace they’d arrived on and one foot inside the House, and Cassian watched expectantly.

”Can we talk?,” she asked softly, looking back towards him. Something was stirring in her blue-gray eyes and it gave him pause and a moment to reconsider. But something within him told him to agree, and go forward.

He took the few steps to reach her and placed a kiss at the back of her head. “Always,” he promised.

She led him to the smaller alcove they sometimes used to have lunch in between trainings. It was a cozy room, with a fireplace they no longer needed in the blooming heat of summer, and two plush armchairs facing each other.

Cassian sat, stiff and uncertain, but he did it. She settled in across from him and to an unpracticed eye they’d see her move as elegantly as ever. But he saw the faint tremor in her hands, her gaze, the nervousness in all of it. And it set him on edge.

”I didn’t want an audience,” she started. “Out there I mean,” she nodded to the terrace and the world that lay below them. “We’ve done that before and I don’t want to get into another screaming match over the Sidra while all of Velaris watches.”

So it would be that sort of talk. He had to agree though. It wasn’t his finest moment and considering they were extensions of the royal family, it didn’t represent them all very well by public opinion.

Nesta played with an errant string on her shirt, fidgeting with it until he cleared his throat. She met his eyes then and he was terrified of what he saw. Before he could brace himself for whatever blow she was about to land, whatever hit-

“I think we should cancel the mating ceremony.”

The room was suddenly suffocating him. Hot and wretched air seemed to be all he could breathe in and the walls were definitely closing in around them. There was no way he’d heard her correctly.

“What?,” he blurted out.

Nesta’s stricken face told him he hadn’t heard anything wrong and his worst nightmare was in fact turning true. Silence laid waste in the space between them, and the longer it went on the worse he felt. Nauseous and overheated and jumping out of his skin.

“It was your idea,” he managed to bite out.

“I know…,” she sighed. “I know and I’m sorry-”

”Sorry…,” he chuckled, but it was cold. Flat.

He shut his eyes, trying to reign in his temper. It had no place here, he knew that, not when she was trying her best to talk to him as calmly as possible. He knew she was going through something, had known for the past few days. Angry as he could feel himself getting he knew it would undo any progress they had made in the past year. Maybe all of it.

“Okay,” he started again, opening his eyes and taking in her guarded pose. “Can you…tell me why?”

“I don’t want to fight,” she whispered pleadingly. He heard it, the tremble in her voice, and it broke his heart that she was this upset.

”We aren’t fighting sweetheart. Talk to me.”

Nesta curled up on the couch, tucking her legs underneath her satin dress, and her arms seemed to be holding her together.

”I don’t think it’s a good idea. To have the ceremony.”

”You don’t want to be mated,” he summarized, trying and failing to keep the hurt out of his voice. Or perhaps it was desperation.

”No. It’s not that. I mean,” she met his eyes, some of the tension gone, to his relief. “We are mated. Technically. I just thought about it and the ceremony is official. I mean, we’re having the priestesses come in to bless it. I know all about that Cassian. It’s serious. It’s ordained by Prythian’s magic, the land’s magic. It is binding.”

Cassian scoffed. “And you don’t want that.”

”No,” she snapped. “I think you don’t.”

Before he could protest the shocking assumption she moved on, a hand shot up to halt him and whatever he had to say.

”My parents were a love match. Did you know? It was so rare where they’re from, so everyone in their families was against it. But they loved each other.” Her eyes narrowed in contempt. “It was supposed to solve everything. Should have. But when I was growing up, I know what I saw. Resentment and anger and frustration. They were stuck together and they hated what they’d become. My father loved my mother, and I think she loved him in her own way, but they weren’t good for each other, in the end.” She shook her head at the thought. “ And I see that now, far more clearly than I did when I was a child. I know how it happens and it never starts off obvious or grim. It starts off like this.” She motioned a hand between them.

“We are not your parents,” he pleaded, not even sure where this was coming from.

”We don’t know that,” she stated flatly. “And I don’t want you to wake up one day, ten, fifteen, two hundred years from now and realize that we want two very different things.”

”Nesta-“

She spoke so softly he almost didn’t hear it. So soft yet laced with heartbreak. “I don’t want you to resent me. And I never want to hold you back.”

He shook his head emphatically, hoping she understood. “Never. You could never do that. That is not us. Wherever this is coming from, whatever you’re scared of, that isn’t us.”

“It may be. It could be. It’s different for you,” she explained, shifting in her seat, hands wringing nervously in her lap. He wanted her to just look at him, hold his gaze in that fierce strong way he was so used to from her. But she was so on edge he didn’t know if she even could.

”Explain it to me” he said simply.

”You grew up here,” she tried, hands gesticulating around them. “This world, your world, it tells you these things about the mating bond that I have never heard of. That I can never understand. But I can tell from what little I’ve learned, it is sacred to all of you. It is…” she struggled to find the words.

Nesta stood up then, and he was taken aback by the sudden movement. But he remained seated, focusing his attention wholly on her.

”I loved you,” she breathed out, holding his gaze in a tearful snare. “I loved you from the moment I met you. I knew it was only ever going to be you for me. And that was enough for me. If husband and wife was all I ever got, it was enough for me.”

He opened his mouth to tell her he loved her too. That he’d been so enamored by her from that first moment they’d met, that he’d-

“I have only ever wanted you Cassian. But you, you wanted a mate.”

”No!” He shot up to his feet then too. He had to, to defend himself, to defend them.

Nesta ignored it, lifting her chin in defiance. “I don’t think I can ever live up to the myths and legends your people tell of such a union and the bond. Mates are equals in every sense of the word. We are matched somewhat in power but what else? I am not like you, nor your family. I am not good or kind or honorable.”

“You’re wrong,” he breathed out shallowly, moving towards her. She stepped back and it took everything in him to not howl at the motion. To gather her up in his arms and force her to listen, to see how wrong she was about him, about them, about it all.

“You said it yourself, so many times Cassian. I just never wanted to see it. And your family…,” she scoffed. “They’ll likely never let me forget it.”

”They aren’t a part of this,” he growled. “Fuck them. Fuck them all. All I want is you. Do you not feel the same? Is that what it is?”

”I already told-,”

”Do you love me?,” he demanded. “You told me you wanted a mating ceremony and now you don’t. You also told me you loved me. Or was that a lie as well?”

She lifted her chin in defiance, hackles already rising at the bite in his tone. And just as suddenly as he’d seen her temper spike to match his, it seemed to completely disappear. Nesta seemed to turn inwards, eyes downcast. “You said you’d be shackled to me.”

Cassian’s breath came out of him in a whoosh, and understanding had finally hit him.

“I didn’t mean it.”

”Then you wouldn’t have said it,” she stated coldly. “But you did, and, I can’t even blame you. I would not be my own first choice for a mate, so why would you? Given everything you have heard of this bond, in what reality would you ever want to be with someone like me. I fall flat of all the expectations and I see it and I accept it and that is why I’m canceling our ceremony. You want a mate but you would not have it be me if you had a choice. And I won’t force you into it.”

”Nesta,” he pleaded, hating the crack in his voice. Hating all that he’d done to get them to this point. He’d take it all back, all of it, if only to reverse this moment right here.

Nesta did not wait to hear more, see more, skirts bustling as she hurried out of the room, Cassian reaching his hand out far too late to catch her.

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He would wait it out. That was what he’d promised himself when she’d locked herself away from him. He's convinced himself that he should take a step back, give her some space, and they’d try again the next day. Perhaps they just needed to cool off and Nesta more so than him, needed time to re-evaluate. But that plan had quickly disappeared when he remembered the broken look on her face as she’d reminded him of his cruel words.

Shackled.

It took him back to that night on the bridge. He’d thought to wait out then too, opting to see her the following day when they’d both had time apart. And what had it gotten him? A mate who’d been stolen from her bed in the middle of the night, likely convinced he hated her. And he’d never made it right had he? In all these days together, planning and teasing, joking and smiling, he’d never corrected himself. Never apologized the way he’d rehearsed and planned to as he’d made the flight to Emerie’s house the day of the Blood Rite.

No, waiting wouldn’t be an option today. He’d given her an hour and then made his way upstairs.

He knocked at the door forcing his heart to ignore the soft, muted cries he heard beyond it. If he let himself feel it all as he often did, he may tear down the door itself to get to her. Every instinct in him was roaring to the surface and he barely subdued them.

“Go away Cassian.”

“Please.” It was all he said, all he could say, but something in it seemed to have gotten through to her because he heard a murmur and then the telltale click of the lock. A phantom wind opened the door and blew him in, and he murmured a silent thank you up to the House.

The bed dipped as Cassian seated himself beside her, and Nesta burrowed her head further under the covers.

A tense silence filled the room and he heard Nesta grit her teeth. Cassian shifted closer.

“I didn’t mean what I said-”

“But you-”

“I know,” Cassian cut her off. “I know I did anyways. I shouldn’t have said it at all. It was spoken in anger and, Nes, it was a mistake.”

Nesta didn’t speak but she did remove the covers from over her and sit upright. Cassian controlled the urge to reach out and smooth her hair, the lines on her face and her tearstained lashes.

“I didn’t mean it,” Cassian insisted again, extending his hand towards her splayed out on the bed. She withdrew it sharply before he could react and he swore he felt something shear against his heart. Cut and slice and dice him up inside at the small motion.

“You did.” She may have tried to keep the accusation out of her tone but there was only so much that she could do. And only so much he could ignore. “I saw it in your face. You meant it, Cassian. Don’t make yourself a liar just to make me wrong.”

“I…” Words died on Cassian’s lips and he looked away. “I didn’t mean it in that way though,” he whispered hoarsely.

“What other way is there to mean what you said?,” she snapped.

Cassian got off the bed and turned his back to her. His wings twitched with irritation and he tamped down the urge to spread them to ease this edginess in his bones.

“You’re young,” Cassian’s voice shook when he finally spoke. His hands shook and he interlaced them to calm himself down. “You’re powerful, you’re…so strong, Nesta. So strong. And you could have so much more.”

He turned slightly, dragging a hand over his face, suddenly feeling so tired. Nesta did not speak but her eyes were wide, glistening with something he couldn’t place.

“You could have had a kingdom. Could have been a queen with the power you had.” He shifted on his feet. “Still have,” he added on. “You could have had a prince who would have become a High Lord one day.”

He spat out the words High Lord, not caring if Nesta realized that the ire he felt towards Eris was still strong and present.

“You’re settling with a bastard.” He felt her flinch at the word, but Cassian went on as if he hadn’t seen it. “I have no name to give you and no title to share. You’re shackled to me, and you could do so much better. And I hate that,” he admitted with a bitter laugh, “But it’s the truth. And it’s why I was so angry that night. Because I know all that but still I was hoping I could have you. That I could ever endeavor to be worthy of you.”

“You are,” she insisted, breaking the silence that had built up between them. Her lip wobbled but she didn’t cry. Instead she reached out a hand to him, and he took it on instinct. But he did not join her on the bed, instead falling to his knees before her. Nesta tightened her hold on his hand and he reveled in it. Delighted in that reassurance that no matter what, she was still here, still willing to hear him out.

“From the moment I met you, I was falling for you.” A whispered confession but he’d kept it from her for too long. She was doubting him. Them. And he couldn’t allow it.

“I knew, and my brothers knew, and the wiser option would have been to stay away. You were human and fragile and mortal, and it was never going to end well. And I promised myself I would stay away, but I couldn’t. You were so…,” he struggled with his words. There was a band around his neck and it was hard to speak. But he did it anyways, nearly choking. “You were beautiful, and you were fierce, and loyal and brave. Everything you wanted to keep hidden from the world, I saw it. Nesta, I saw you.”

Nesta blinked back tears, holding her composure far more than he thought he was going to.

“I know,” she whispered, more to herself than him.

”I kept finding stupid excuses to come see you,” he chuckled dryly. “A letter to the queens, a message from Feyre, all bullshit. I just needed to see you because I wanted to know you, all of you. Then you fought with those queens and you defended the humans in your land. And I saw you plead with them for mercy, to help your people, and they mocked you for it- I nearly killed them right then and there. Rhys had to go into my mind and tamp down on me.”

He stopped before he made this new confession. Because it would either fall short on expectations or it would heal them.

”It was then that I knew I was in love with you. You are good and kind and honorable, and I am sorry you don’t see it. You were standing up for those who had no voice. You were courageous, loyal, and fighting for justice and righteousness and innocent lives. It was everything I had spent my entire life fighting for on killing fields and strategy rooms. I remembered how many times my pleas fell on deaf ears. And I knew then, that you were it for me, that I was in love with you, and that we were probably going to die in that war anyways, but it didn’t matter to me because I had found the woman I wanted to spend whatever time was left of my life with. The mating bond hadn’t even registered to me yet, Nesta.”

Nesta was crying now, silent tears streaming down her lovely face and it was all he could do to not reach over and wipe them away. All of his instincts roaring to the surface to cut and kill and hurt whoever had hurt her. Except it was him. He had hurt her, so who was punished then?

”And I will never forgive myself for what happened with Hybern. I promised to protect you and I did everything but. When Hybern threw you into the Cauldron, right before you went in, you looked for me. In a full room of your sisters you were looking for me, just as I have always been looking for you.”

Nesta nodded, confirming what he’d always suspected. It was the bond he’d felt between them when she’d been thrown into the Cauldron. She had sought him out in those moments of desperation before she’d drowned in that black water, and he had died a thousand deaths watching her go in, helpless and useless as she fought alone.

“The mating bond snapped, and you went under the surface. I felt you drown, I felt you die, I felt you beg for someone to help you and then I felt your anger when you decided to save yourself and take something back. And it meant nothing to me. The mating bond. I was grateful to it, but all that moment caused you was pain and fear that will likely follow you for your entire life. And I would do anything to take that away from you if I could.”

He lifted her hand, clenched and bone-white in his own, to his lips, and he kissed it savoring the blood and life and warmth he felt under his lips. That she was here with him. Through it all, here she was, this female, borne of darkness and anger and fear and strength and calamity. Still she was here, still she was his, and still she stood tall and proud beside him. He’d never stop marveling at her, at all she was, and all she had survived and fought for to get here.

With him.

Cassian pressed another kiss to her wrist. “I am in love with you. I love you. I will always love you. I don't need a bond to tell me that. Even if we didn't have it I’d tell you the same. I want to spend the rest of our lives together, no matter what. I never want to be apart. I want whatever you want. If you don’t want a mating ceremony, damn it to hell, we don’t do it. If you want to take some time and think, that’s fine too.”

Nesta stroked his cheek and he burrowed into it. That warmth and life she held for him.

“But know that I love you Nesta and I will never resent you for being you. I will never not want to be with you. Ten years from now, two hundred years from now, you are all I will ever want by my side. Know that if nothing else.”

He had never been one for poetry, for flowery words and beautiful language. It wasn’t in him but something in him knew this much had to be said. They’d had a whirlwind relationship these past few months and he knew so much had been left unsaid. Some of it was fine, but some of it he knew had led to distress. To him. To her. He’d had so much more to say the night she’d all but banished him and gone to Emerie’s. So much planned and he’d never done it, never thought to in the aftermath of the Blood Rite and Nyx’s birth.

But Cassian had been consumed by her from the moment they’d met. And every moment after. If she doubted him, them, he had to do something about it.

He waited apprehensively for an answer, a sign, something, anything from Nesta to know what their next move would be.

Nesta didn’t break his hold on her, nor did her gaze lower from his own.

Nesta’s voice broke when she finally spoke.

“I love you too. I always will. I…I don’t know what the future is going to bring and I’m scared,” she whispered before leaning down and touching her forehead to his own.

He breathed her in, sighing with relief as some of the tension in both of them loosened.

“We’ll deal with it, all of it, as it comes. I’m here with you. Always. I’m not going anywhere.”

Nesta seemed to be holding in a sob. “Do you promise?”

He ran a hand down her face, her back, soothingly. She was all but shaking.

“I promise,” he said before kissing her. She kissed him back fervently and they were both out of breath when she finally broke apart.

Cassian opened his eyes and watched her. He vowed, “I promise, on breath and blood, I will be with you for as long as you’ll have me. I will love you for the rest of our entire lives and I will cherish every moment we are given together. And when this world ends I will search for you in the next. And through it all, I will never stop loving you.”

Nesta smiled softly at that, before reaching for him again for another kiss. The kiss could have ended worlds. It could have stopped time. It was just them in that moment, bound by the very fabric of their souls, with the melody of their bond soaring high before tightening stronger within each other.

He’d meant every word.

So long as he breathed, he would be by her side, unyielding, loving her with every moment of their lives.

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aothotties · 9 months

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Hello! I’m Ari and I’m 1/2 of Aothotties. We’re two black women that like to write about our favorite anime men. This blog is 18+ so that means that if you’re younger than 18 you need to move along please and thank you. Anyways please enjoy the first piece of writing, it’s based off of ‘The Way’ by Kehlani

Warnings: NSFW, Established relationship, Reader is like 24+, a lil bit of overstimulation, Nanami being a bit of a tease.

Word Count: 1K

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You so damn important

Everything you do shows me you know it

To Nanami you’re everything he could ever want and more. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky to have you in his life.

He loves the cute text messages from you reminding him to drink water, his favorite time of the day is when you call him on your way to work.

“It’s going to be a long shift so I’ll try and call you during my lunch break” you tell your boyfriend, making sure you focus on the road at all times.

“I could always come and have lunch with you in the café.” He offers and your heart melts at the thought.

“I’d take you up on that, but my break isn’t going to be until midnight, and that’s if I’m lucky. The hospital is busy around the holidays” you sigh as you pull into the parking lot and pull into your usual spot.

“That sound means you’re at work doesn’t it? I’ll let you go so you can get yourself together, call me if you need anything. I love you.”

You swear you feel your heart flutter each and every time he says those words.

“I love you too! Oh and I stopped by your house and left you some dinner. I made too much food and I know how you like to skip meals when you get busy. I hope you enjoy it, have a good night!” You end the call and get ready for work.

If you didn’t tell him how much he meant to you, you always made sure you showed it somehow.

He say the king where he come from

Take a young queen just to know one

To Nanami, money was never an issue and he always made sure to let you know that. Anything you wanted was yours, without hesitation. You needed help with student loans? Done. Your car needs gas? Already taken care of by the time you’re on your way home in the morning. He almost tried to buy you a car, but you turned him down.

Nanami would buy you the world if you wanted him too, he’s a hard working man who busted his ass for years to get to where he is today. His journey to becoming the CEO of his company was anything but easy, but it’s truly rewarding if it means he gets to spoil the love of his life.

“Those are nice.” you say to yourself as you scroll on your phone, taking a closer look at the ad that caught your attention.

“And that is?” Your boyfriend asked, handing you the wine glass you asked him to pour you after dinner.

“Oh it’s nothing, just these cute scrubs I saw while scrolling online. They’re the jogger kind and come in different colors.” You showed him a photo of the set and he took the phone from your hand and began to type.

“Baby what are you doing?” you lean over to see what he’s doing on your phone and he gently holds you back with one arm

“Just a second, be patient sweet girl” he says, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other hand typing on your phone quickly.

“Here, all done.” He hands you the phone and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before standing up and walking towards the kitchen.

When you opened your phone up, you were met with a confirmation screen for the scrubs he just bought you.

“They’ll be delivered to your apartment tomorrow afternoon, I got you different colors, since you like to wear solid colors some days and then have those little cartoon characters on them other days.” You watch as he leans against the kitchen counter and you feel like you’re falling in love all over again.

We gon' wake your neighbors

Turn your block club to my fan club

“N-Nanami!” you moan out into the pillow below as he thrust into you from behind.

“Yeah princess? Cat got your tongue?” He grabs your hair in his fist and pulls you up so that your back is flush against his chest

You grip his thigh as he continuously pounds into your cunt like a mad man, his thrust not letting up as he keeps hitting your sweet spot.

“I-I’m so close baby, so f-fucking close.” You whimper loudly, biting your lip at the feeling of him pulling your head back farther onto his shoulder.

He leans his head down and presses his lips against yours, you could tell he was getting close by the way his hips begin to speed up. He wraps one of his large hands around your throat, giving it a light squeeze.

You began bouncing back on his dick quickly to try and reach your climax, Nanami forces your legs open with his free arm and begins rubbing your clit to help you reach your high.

You scream out loud as your cunt tightens around his dick and you reach your climax. You back continues to arch and you whine from the overstimulation of him continuing his thrust.

“N-Nanami s’too much. I-I can’t!” You whine loudly as he continues to bounce you up and down on his dick quickly.

“You can take it princess, go ahead and give me one more. I know you can baby.” He whispers in your ear, he grabs your jaw and turns your face up to look at him while he fucks into you.

You squeeze your eyes shut from the pleasure and he harshly presses his lips against yours giving you a sloppy kiss, he groans and bites your lip as he emptied himself inside of you.

He sighs against your lips before he pulls back and presses his forehead against yours, slowly trying to regain control of his breathing after the activities that just took place.

“Thank you for the scrubs” You say weakly as you begin to fall asleep in his arms, he smiles at how tired you instantly become and plants a kiss to your forehead.

“Anything for you sweet girl.”

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kpopfanfictrash · 2 years

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Love to Hate (Ch. 11)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Genre: Fuck Buddies / Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Synopsis: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you've done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: none for this chapter, but please read warnings for previous chapters before reading this series!

Word Count: 8,641

“We should just have the party,” Olya says, rubbing her temple. “We could make it a thank-you for our donors, or something? Or an anniversary event? It’ll be eight years for Clean Ocean in a few months.”

Hoseok shakes his head. “An eight-year anniversary party months from the actual date is too sad, even for me.”

Olya sits back in her seat. “Sadder than cancelling a launch event the week of?”

“Ugh,” you groan, lowering your forehead to the table.

You came to the conference room to eat lunch but somehow, it turned into yet another brainstorming session with Hoseok and Olya. Infinity Motors pulled their donation back on Monday and right now, it’s Wednesday – your self-imposed deadline to decide Saturday’s launch party.

The event has been paid for, so Olya thinks you should just throw the party. Turn it into a fundraiser, or a thank-you to donors – anything so you don’t waste the funds. Hoseok and you are hesitant though, knowing the perception such a change would bring.

Yesterday you called all existing donors, trying to gather more funds. A few could contribute more, but not enough to save your project. If you can’t figure something out by the end of day, Clean Ocean is screwed.

“How about this?” Grabbing a carrot from her lunch, Olya uses it to gesticulate. “We have the party, but it’s Clean Ocean employees only. Thirty people drink the booze we bought for one hundred.”

“Sold,” you mumble against the table. “I’ll take half, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Olya agrees.

Leaning over, Hoseok flicks you on the arm. “We can’t give up yet,” he announces.

“No?” You lift your head. “Then, when can we give up? Asking for a friend.”

“I still think some of our donors will come through.”

You and Olya exchange a look.

Leaning in, she places her hand over his. “Hoseok,” she says slowly. “You know we love how optimistic you are, right?”

Hoseok looks at her hand, the tips of his ears turning red. “Why does it feel like there’s a ‘but’ coming?” he mutters.

“But,” you say. “I think we’re at a dead end. You called the entire donor list Monday. I followed back up with them yesterday. We’ve sent emails, showed up at people’s offices… and we still don’t have enough. You know I’m the last person to admit defeat, but I think we need to start to consider other options.”

Hoseok purses his lips. “What about new donors?”

You nearly laugh out loud. “What about new donors? I called the entire prospective donor list, too and it was a no-go.”

Though he remains skeptical, Hoseok exhales.

Deep down, you know he understands. You both have the same stubborn streak which rejects the idea of failure. Not that you’d call this a failure – not really. Although you lost Infinity Motors’ money, it’s a better alternative to having them as a donor. Non-profits should be kept separate from for-profit organizations for a reason.

“It’s Wednesday,” you say. “If we do cancel, we need to tell attendees tomorrow.”

“I know.” Hoseok’s frown deepens. “Let’s just give it until end of day, alright? A few of our donors said they’d try to move funds around.”

“Alright,” you say and sit back.

You can do that much for your friend. Olya nods in agreement, switching topics to ask what you thought of the last book you read. Conversation turns to reading – Hoseok finally finished the Six of Crows series – although the impending deadline continues to hang overhead.

Crumpling your napkin, you toss it in the trash as you exit the break room. Hoseok follows close behind, discussing options with Olya beneath his breath.

Pretending you can’t hear them, you enter your office and shut the door. Leaning your head to its frame, you take several deep breaths until your nerves quiet. Everyone at Clean Ocean has done a respectable job at avoiding blame, but you know deep down the situation is your fault.

Out of everything, Liam’s words keep rising to the surface: It’s not my fault you stopped looking for donors as soon as you had me.

He was right.

As much as you hate to admit it, Liam was correct. That’s exactly what you did. The moment Hoseok said the donation amount, you started celebrating instead of working harder. Infinity Motors wasn’t a done deal and yet, you acted like it was. Maybe if you’d been less confident, if you’d continue to fundraise… you wouldn’t be in the situation you are now.

In the back of your mind, a rational voice (often ignored) whispers that even if you’d kept fundraising, something else could have happened. You can’t prepare for every eventuality, but the rest of you doesn’t want to hear it. It was naïve of you to take Liam at his word, to trust him for no reason other than wanting to.

Glumly, you turn around and scan your office. The sight of your phone makes your jaw clench. Everything you said to Hoseok was true – you did call every existing Clean Ocean donor to beg for donations. Most said the same thing: their funding was tied up this year, but to try again the next.

Exhaling softly, you cross to your desk. Seated behind your monitors, you wriggle your mouse until the screens brighten. Postponing the coastal ecosystem project by a year wouldn’t be the worst thing. You trust Olya to come up with believable messaging for the sudden change in plans.

Part of you was holding out hope for a miracle, though. Maybe it’s arrogant, but a part of you genuinely believes you can accomplish whatever you set your mind to. The mindset has helped you many times, but when you do end up falling, the drop-off seems steeper. Clasping your hands beneath your chin, you stare at the search bar.

The blare of a ringtone cuts through the room.

Startled, you nearly knock over your Dante flip calendar in your haste to answer. Normally you don’t have a ringtone, so the sound of a classical version of WAP is especially surprising.

Grabbing the screen, you read Kim Seokjin, roll your eyes, and press answer.

“Did you change my ringtone?”

“Uh.” He pauses, considering. “I think so? Care to remind me what song?”

“A classical version of WAP.”

Seokjin cracks up so loud, you’re forced to move your phone away from your ear. When he finally quiets, there’s a slight wheeze to his voice.

“Ah – sorry, sorry,” he snorts. “Forgot I did that. Was it life-changing?”

“Absolutely,” you say, sitting back in your chair. “Now, why are you calling me?”

“Y/N, I’m offended. Can’t one best friend call another in the middle of the day just to chat?”

“Hypothetically?” You squint at a point on the wall. “Yes. With you, though? Rarely. What’s up?”

Ignoring this, Seokjin continues as though you haven’t spoken. “I’m still recovering from jet lag, so actually, I’m calling you around midnight.”

“Seokjin, you flew back three days ago.”

“And my sleep schedule has been off ever since. Anyways,” he sighs. “I’m calling to ask if you forgot to tell me something.”

You frown as you fix Dante’s calendar on your desk. “Forgot to tell you something?” you echo. “Be vaguer, why don’t you.”

“Okay. Do you have anything you want to say in relation to myself?”

Unwittingly, your lips twitch. “Seokjin, how is that supposed to help me? If I did have something to say but forgot, how would you asking if I – oh my god,” you blurt out, suddenly remembering what it is you forgot.

“Ye-s?” Seokjin says patiently.

Rubbing your forehead, you nearly groan. After all the confusion on Monday, you forgot to tell Seokjin about Yoongi. To be fair, by the time you reached your office and began damage control, all thoughts of courtship paled in comparison.

Despite leaving early to take Dante out, you continued working from home until long after midnight. The same thing happened yesterday, with everyone at your office stretching themselves thin. Still – Yoongi helped you out, and it was crappy of you to forget.

“So,” you say brightly. “You remember Min Yoongi, right?”

“Why, yes – yes, I do! And what a coincidence you’d mention him since I just got a follow request from ChefMin_estrone on Instagram.”

“Ha.” You crack a smile. “Min-estrone. That’s cute. You know, like the soup?”

“Y/N.” Seokjin drops his tone. “Why is this delicious man suddenly following me?”

“I mean, are you complaining?”

“Definitely not, but it feels sudden… just because I’m jet-lagged doesn’t mean my powers of observation have failed me.”

“Um…” You stall. “I may have gone to see him on Monday.”

Seokjin is so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“Seokjin?” you ask, unsure if he heard.

“I’m here.” He sounds strangled. “I’m just wondering how on earth TWO WHOLE DAYS HAVE PASSED before telling me this!”

“Seokjin! It wasn’t like that, I just–”

“Here I am, lazing around my apartment, recovering from the harrows of travel–”

“Three whole days of recovery?” you interject, alarmed. “Seokjin, what did you do on this trip?”

“Meanwhile, you’re gatekeeping valuable information. As your best friend in the entire world, I need to throw a red card.”

“That’s… not how any kind of football works. And I thought Hoseok was your best friend?”

“Who mentioned football?”

Your lips twitch. “I’m sorry – really, I am. Things have been so crazy, I forgot… do you forgive me?”

Seokjin sighs. “Of course, I forgive you, Y/N. I’m not a monster. My dating life comes second while Clean Ocean is falling apart.”

“Ouch,” you complain.

“I’m sorry – I didn’t mean it like that. You know how cranky jet lag makes me.”

“Again, three days ago!”

“Why did you go see Yoongi?”

Seokjin’s tone is full of curiosity, and the question gives you pause.

Momentarily, you debate whether to tell Seokjin the full story. You still haven’t relayed everything which happened with Liam – only that the contract fell through. If Hoseok explained things further, you don’t know.

“I… needed to ask Yoongi some questions,” you say at last.

“O-kay.” Seokjin sounds puzzled. “But what could you possibly have to ask him?”

“Uh…”

“Hang on.” His tone sharpens. “Was this about Jungkook? What did he do to you now – besides lead you on and fling you aside as soon as someone new walked by?”

“He didn’t fling me aside, Seokjin.”

“Close enough. You hooked up at your parents’ party, and then he just ended things without giving you a chance to explain – what did he do while I was gone?” Seokjin demands. “The Jeons aren’t the only ones with connections and money, you know.”

You’re sorely regretting calling Seokjin after your parents’ anniversary party. Understandably, you were upset and hurt, and may have come down on Jungkook a little too hard.

“Whoa, whoa – hang on,” you protest, rubbing your temple. “Look, I’ll explain the full story later, but not now. Okay? Telling you over the phone won’t do it justice. Short version – I may have overreacted about Jungkook. There are some things I didn’t know about him and Liam. Things Yoongi filled me in on.”

Seokjin pauses. “What kind of things?”

“This weekend,” you promise. “I’ll tell you everything then.”

Reluctant, he exhales. “Alright, fine.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You can practically hear the wheels turning in Seokjin’s brain. “And all this ends with Min Yoongi asking for my number?”

You nearly laugh, having forgotten how this conversation started. “It does,” you agree. “I believe his exact words were, ‘Who was that super annoying guy you came with the other night? I’d love to prank call him.’”

“You forget I can always tell when you’re lying, Y/N.”

“Oh, right.”

You’re about to respond when a knock sounds at your door. Blinking, you look up. “Seokjin, I have to go,” you say as you stand. “Someone’s at my office door.”

“Probably Hoseok. Tell him to organize his trash bins later, or whatever.”

“That makes no sense. I’ll tell him you said hi,” you respond. “Bye.”

“Bye!”

Shaking your head, you set down your phone and head for the door. When you open it, you find Olya standing on the other side. Her head swings to you.

“I – hi,” she says, speaking barely above a whisper. “Hey.”

You look at her strangely. “Hey?”

Olya glances away, down the hall. “There’s, uh, someone here to see you.”

“Who?” Frowning, you rack your brains. “I don’t think I have any meetings scheduled for this afternoon.”

“Right, yes.” She hesitates. “This visit is… unplanned.”

“Unplanned? What do you –”

The doors at the end of the hall open, and a stranger strides through. Startled, you watch him head in your direction. Hoseok hurries alongside, speaking in hushed tones and looking as though he’s contemplating kicking the stranger’s ass. Ears red, he shakes his head fervently as he walks.

The new man is taller than Hoseok, standing several inches over him. His hair is dark, falling loose and straight to his chin. Broad is a good way to describe him. When Hoseok comes to a stop, pointedly positioning himself between you, the man is still visible by the breadth of his shoulders.

Hoseok clears his throat loudly. “Y/N, are you free for a drop-in?”

You glance to him, then the man behind Hoseok, and back.

“Uh,” you say, thoroughly ineloquent. “Wouldn’t it have been better to call me and ask that?”

“Yes, it would’ve been.” Hoseok nods. “However, Mr. Kim insisted on coming back here with me to ask.”

It’s clear Mr. Kim has rattled Hoseok, which is unusual. Curious, you survey the man again and feel a slight familiarity, although you can’t quite place it.

“Why is that?” you ask the stranger over Hoseok’s shoulder.

“I apologize for the unorthodox entrance,” he says, placing a hand over his chest. “It’s just my boss is on his way, and I wanted to be sure his arrival was cleared.”

“Your boss?” you ask, puzzled. “Who do you represent?”

Hoseok’s lips thin further when Mr. Kim sidesteps him and holds out a hand.

“My name is Kim Namjoon,” he says, a dimple appearing in his left cheek. “I represent Jeon Energy as their new Chief Operating Officer.”

Frozen, you stare at his outstretched palm. A beat passes while your mind catches up to what you heard. Kim Namjoon. Chief Operating Officer. Jeon Energy. His boss.

Your gaze snaps upward. “Your… boss is Jungkook?”

To his credit, Namjoon doesn’t falter.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, hand still held out.

Hoseok rolls his eyes at his manners, but Olya seems on the verge of sighing. You’re caught somewhere between them, per usual, but it’s not enough to distract you enough from what he just said.

“Jeon Jungkook,” you repeat, in disbelief.

Namjoon’s smile fades. “That’s correct.”

Your lips part to confirm this again when the doors open behind him.

Framed in the doorway is Jungkook, although it isn’t the version of him you’re familiar with. When you were together, Jungkook was well-groomed but casual, seated cross-legged on his sofa while eating bad pizza. He might have worn a suit, but he poked fun at donors and said cheesy lines.

This Jungkook looks like he only eats at Michelin star restaurants. He’s dressed in a custom Bijan suit, holding an Hermes briefcase and glances around your office as though he owns it. Beyond him, you catch sight of your entire office peering over their cubicles to catch a glimpse.

You can’t say you blame them; his presence is distracting, and not just because of what he is to you.

It feels like a dream when Jungkook comes to a stop before you. Casual, he slips a hand into his pocket and meets your gaze. You might as well be his grocer, for how much your appearance seems to unsettle him. This is more than you can say for yourself, whose jaw hasn’t shut since Namjoon’s entrance.

“I apologize for my lateness,” he says, glancing at Namjoon. “Has Namjoon explained the reason for our visit?”

“Not yet,” Namjoon says, and Olya snaps into action.

“It’s not a problem,” she says, jumping in. “Y/N was just confirming whether she has time to meet this afternoon.”

Heads swing in your direction, awaiting confirmation and although your mouth opens, nothing comes out. Jungkook’s presence seems to have negated your ability to speak. Several responses come to mind, all of them too intimate, too targeted for such a large audience.

Clearing his throat, Hoseok grants you reprieve.

“As Y/N’s assistant,” he says, and you shoot him a grateful look. “I know it’s a busy day. Maybe if we knew what the visit was regarding…?”

Namjoon and Jungkook glance at one another, holding a hasty and silent conversation. Eventually, Jungkook nods and looks at you. The intensity to his gaze sends shivers down your spine.

“I think it’d be best if we spoke in your office,” he says. “The topic is sensitive.”

Alarm bells go off in your mind, but you nod. By now, your curiosity is piqued enough that you can’t tell them no. Not without driving yourself crazy, wondering what-if for the rest of the week.

“Of course,” you say, turning around. “Follow me.”

With Jungkook out of sight, your pulse starts to slow. Facing away from him allows you to compartmentalize. You realize no matter how abrupt his appearance, you need to be a professional. The fact that Jungkook brought his Chief Operating Officer with him means this isn’t a personal call. You can last through one meeting with Jungkook.

At least, you think you can.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. You were supposed to make it to the end of the week, get through the launch party and then, figure this out. Jungkook wasn’t supposed to show up at your office in that gorgeous suit, insisting you speak about ‘sensitive matters.’

Sensitive matters which have nothing to do with you, you remind yourself as you enter. Jungkook wouldn’t have brought his COO along if he came here to talk about feelings.

Seated yourself at your desk, you watch as Jungkook enters. He helps Namjoon pull in two chairs, shutting the door to seat himself on one end. You can’t help but notice he sits closest to you, dismissing the idea that he would do so on purpose.

Folding your hands on top of the table, you wait for someone to speak.

Namjoon breaks the silence. “I supposed we should dive in,” he says, undoing the clasps of his briefcase. “That would be best, yes?”

You lift a brow, assuming the question is rhetorical. It would appear so, since Namjoon doesn’t wait for an answer before he withdraws a thick stack of papers and sets these down on your desk. You stare at them a moment, then look up.

“What is this?” you ask, speaking to Namjoon. You find it easier than addressing the man seated beside him, whose gaze you can feel on the side of your face.

Namjoon glances at the papers, as though the intent should be obvious. “It’s Jeon Energy’s donation paperwork. We utilized a standard contract we keep on file, but feel free to tell us if you prefer something different.”

From the corner of one eye, you see Hoseok’s jaw hit the floor. Olya mutters something beneath her breath which sounds vaguely like a swear and you – you go still as a statue. No breath, no movement; just shock.

Slowly, you regain enough control to say, “Donation to… what?”

“To Clean Ocean.”

Jungkook’s voice cuts through your fog. Glancing at him, you immediately wish you had not. His gaze pierces yours, further muddling your thoughts.

“Jeon Energy would like to become a corporate sponsor of Clean Ocean.”

You continue to stare, a metallic tang coating the inside of your mouth. Another large corporation bailing you out. Not just any corporation but Jeon Energy, who’s historically topped your list of corporate obstacles. Flashbacks of Liam fill your mind as you imagine yourself entrenched in a similar situation.

Numbly, you shake your head no. “I – we can’t accept this.”

Hoseok looks at you sharply. “Shouldn’t we discuss before we respond?” he asks, emphasizing each word.

Although your face heats, you don’t back down. Hoseok will come to understand why this would be a bad idea. In fact, you’re surprised he’s even considering after everything that happened with Infinity Motors.

“I agree,” Olya says from his other side.

Startled, you glance at her and she shrugs.

“We should at least hear them out,” she continues. “It can’t hurt to listen.”

You pause, wanting to retort that it could hurt, but you know you’re outnumbered. Shifting your gaze to your desk, you slowly inhale.

“If I may.”

Jungkook’s interjection makes you look up.

“What is it that’s holding you back?” he asks.

Meeting his gaze, your eyes narrow. It’s clear Jungkook is now speaking as Jeon Jungkook, CEO and not Jeon Jungkook, the guy you hooked up with. You envy his ability to separate things so easily. For you, each word he says is a punch to your gut.

Longing, uncertainty, and frustration all vie for top bidding inside. Maybe Jungkook feels the same or maybe, he’s handling this meeting so well because Jungkook feels nothing for you.

Schooling your face to one of neutrality, you force yourself to respond.

“I won’t pretend we’re not in a difficult position right now.” Spreading your hands on your desk, you glance between them. “We’re launching a new project this Saturday, and a critical donor pulled out for us Monday.”

Jungkook glances at Namjoon, and something in his face tightens.

“Infinity Motors. We know,” Namjoon says, turning back.

You flinch. “You… know? How?”

“Your assistant,” he says, sparing a glance at Hoseok. “You sent an email to anyone who’s attended a past Clean Ocean fundraiser. When we received it… well, we assumed something like this might have happened.”

“Ah,” you say, your voice sounding small.

You proofread the email yourself, although you hadn’t considered the individual recipients. Nothing beyond the fact that you needed more money – and badly. How horribly humiliating to have your most recent failure broadcast to the man who walked away.

Clearing his throat, Jungkook returns your gaze to his.

“I did say I planned on donating,” he adds, his words soft. “At your fundraiser. It’s just taken a while to convince the Board of our plan. I didn’t want to approach you until I secured their approval.

Mind reeling, you sit back with a thud. The wheels of your chair creak, reminding you of all the reasons you badly need his money. You just wish it weren’t Jungkook who stepped in to help.

“When was the approval secured?” Hoseok asks, leaning forward.

“This morning,” says Namjoon. “The Board voted in our favor – five for and four against.”

Jungkook’s gaze darkens, and although you don’t ask, you know one of the ‘no’ votes must have been from his father. The barely concealed rage on his face is obvious, more so now after you spoke with Yoongi.

“But speaking of numbers.” Namjoon reaches for the papers. “Our donation amount is indicated on the second page. You mentioned a new project starting, so I’m sure you’re concerned about the amount we can contribute. Feel free to –”

Namjoon continues to speak, but his words fade as soon as you read the amount on the page. Fingers stilling, you read and re-read but the number stays the same. The symbols blur, zooming in and out as you stare at the contract.

The donation is more than what Infinity Motors promised. Rarely have you seen so many zeroes behind another integer. In a single gesture, Jeon Energy has doubled your charitable income.

“Is that” – Hoseok sounds strained – “amount granted on some sort of payment schedule, or…?”

Namjoon looks taken aback. “Oh, no. This is the annual amount Jeon Energy plans to donate. Of course, we’d need Board approval if you need more, but they’ve agreed to this amount for an initial period of ten years, and –”

Again, his words fade into the background.

You stare at the funds, imagining the possibilities. You could tackle the Great Pacific garbage patch. Do away with your lobbyists and contribute to politicians yourself. Each idea shines before you, grander than the last until – logic interjects. You can’t possibly accept this.

The knowledge is heavy, a blow as you contemplate what it’d be like to have Jungkook as a donor. To feel like you owe him. The ethical implications of admitting your feelings. Not only that – you’d always feel indebted to him, thankful to Jungkook for saving the day. A hollowness enters your chest, chipping away at the certainty of your feelings.

“Could I speak to Miss Y/L/N alone?”

Jungkook’s voice interrupts your spiral, forcing you to look up. Namjoon has stopped talking and, unsure how long you’ve been sitting in silence, you glance at Hoseok.

Lifting a brow, he gives away nothing.

“Of course,” Namjoon says, pushing back his chair. Reaching for the papers, he pauses and then, shoves them closer.

Olya glances at you, silently asking if it’s okay to leave. You nod; part of you expected this to happen – speaking to Jungkook alone. It might be easier this way; without an audience, you won’t need to guard your words so carefully.

“This way,” Hoseok says as he stands. “We can discuss financial details in the conference room. Olya?”

“Coming,” she adds, casting a final glance at you before leaving.

The door falls shut when they exit, leaving you in total silence. You focus on your breath, the rise and fall of your chest each time you inhale – anything to avoid looking at Jungkook.

“Y/N,” he says softly.

Beneath all his softness there’s an uncompromising edge, and you feel your hands curl into fists in response.

“What happened to Miss Y/L/N?�� you ask, reaching out for the papers. “Or was that just for our audience?”

“Y/N,” he repeats.

Your grip on the contract tightens. “You know I can’t accept this,” you say, a note of desperation entering your voice. You despise the sound.

“Why not?”

“Why not?” you breathe and, unthinkingly, you look up.

Jungkook meets your gaze, unflinching.

A wave of indignation sweeps through you. You were naïve to imagine Jungkook might feel the same way about you. If he did, he wouldn’t be here with a binding legal contract that makes everything harder.

When Liam asked you out, you thought dating a donor wouldn’t be hard. Clearly, you didn’t think that one all the way through. If you do accept Jungkook’s money, you’d be constantly wondering what his motives were. Not to mention the hell it’d be to see him, knowing you can’t have him in the way that you want him.

“Because,” you blurt. “Because… of what you and I...”

His gaze sharpens. “I wish to assure you, Y/N, Jeon Energy’s donation has nothing to do with our prior relationship.”

Each word he says puts another nail in your coffin. His words mirror Liam’s so perfectly, it’s hard not to compare them.

“Oh?” you manage to say.

Jungkook nods, determined. “I heard when you told me to go. I understand things are over between us. I know I can’t change what happened, but I don’t want to let that come in the way of Clean Ocean benefitting.”

“It’s that… benefit, though,” you say, choosing your words, “which gives me pause.”

“I know.” He exhales. “You should know, though I’ve been trying to change Jeon Energy for a while now. It’s been an… arduous process to say the least.”

“How so?”

“Well. My father made it clear he wouldn’t pass on the title of CEO until he deemed me ready.” Jungkook’s jaw tightens. “My father’s idea of readiness vastly differs from mine. It was a difficult line to walk, gaining his approval while retaining a sense of decency with which I could live.”

A crack in your heart widens further, compounding what you already know from Yoongi.

“That must have been hard,” you say softly.

Jungkook merely nods. “When my father retired and joined the Board, I was voted in as CEO. I began implementing changes immediately – too late, my father realized his mistake.” A ghost of a smile crosses his lips. “Of course, I still have restrictions. Board approval is required for large-scale projects, and such.”

“Of course,” you say, somewhat dazed.

“My donation to Clean Ocean isn’t isolated,” Jungkook adds, tilting his head. “Your organization fits with my deeper intentions to change Jeon Energy’s direction. I intend to remove us from crude oil over the next twenty years. We will become a clean energy leader.”

His determination is clear and, faced with such passion, your words fail you.

“That’s – that’s an admirable goal,” you say at last.

“In addition to our revenue goals, I’ve implemented new targets in community growth and social involvement. Essentially – if Jeon Energy has a net negative impact, we fail.”

You stare at him a moment, amazed. “That’s aggressive.”

“And necessary.” Jungkook hesitates. “I just… I don’t want it to seem like we’re investing in Clean Ocean solely for personal reasons. I have no ulterior motive here, I promise.”

Each word he says sends mixed regret through you.

Part of you hoped this was a grand gesture, as silly as that sounds. The almost-dead, believes-in-fairy-tales part of you hoped Jungkook was here because of you, not just Clean Ocean. Another – larger – part of you though, would have been uncomfortable if this were the case.

Hearing Jungkook explicitly state he’s here for business is a relief. And yet, a fragile place deep inside of you crumbles.

“I understand,” you say softly.

Something murkier crosses his features. “I understand why you might not accept my offer,” Jungkook continues. “Believe me. As someone who’s used to good things having strings attached, I understand if you’re hesitant. I hope you believe me when I say our donation won’t be like that.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” you point out. “Most of the power in this conversation is yours, isn’t it?”

Jungkook’s eyes brim with unsaid emotion.

“No,” he murmurs. “I rather think it’s the opposite.”

His words floor you momentarily, but you shake it off quickly. Likely, Jungkook doesn’t mean what you think he means. Lowering your gaze, you reach for the papers.

“What’s this, then?” you ask, lifting them from the desk. “A contract means there are strings attached. Gratitude, if nothing else.”

Jungkook makes a dismissive noise. “I can’t just give you the money if that’s what you’re asking. I’m the CEO of Jeon Energy, which means I answer to people other than myself. I can’t … I can’t use company funds to help a friend.”

Horror dawns when you realize what he’s implying.

“That’s not what I’m asking,” you blurt. You were trying to decline his offer, not procure better terms. The fact that Jungkook thought you might ask this makes your face heat.

“Jeon Energy is donating to other organizations, if it makes you feel better,” he adds. “Clean Ocean has been on our radar since before we even met. I wasn’t in charge of charitable donation recommendations – Namjoon was.”

His proclamation silences your retort. It was arrogant of you to assume Jungkook had a hand in choosing Clean Ocean. Lowering the contract, you smooth out the first page.

“I… want to believe you,” you say at last.

Something in your expression makes him soften.

“Then, believe me,” Jungkook urges. “I know this is short notice, so I don’t expect you to sign today. We planned to reach out next month, but then Namjoon saw your email requesting funds and we pushed the Board to approve sooner.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you admit.

A lump has lodged in your throat, and you frantically scramble for further objections. It’d be foolish of you to decline, though – nearly as foolish as you would have been to accept Liam. All week you hoped for funds and now, here they are and from someone you trust.

Because you do trust him, you realize. Every word you said to Liam about Jungkook was true.

“What’s holding you back?” Jungkook asks, quiet.

His voice startles you into speaking honestly.

“Do you even have to ask me that?” you say, looking up. “It just… it feels wrong, accepting money from you after what we… after what happened between us.”

Jungkook’s expression shifts. Hurt bleeds into his gaze, and you don’t know what you said to put it there, nor how to make it stop.

“That’s not why I’m here,” he exhales. Looking away, he drags a hand through his hair. “What can I do to make this more palatable to you, Y/N?” He turns back. “Would it help if I removed myself from negotiations? If I don’t interact with your account personally going forward?”

“That won’t be necessary.”

Jungkook blinks at you, baffled. “Then, what, Y/N?”

“I…”

Desperate, you cast about for an explanation.

You feel too much, too strongly for Jungkook to accept his money. Signing the contract feels akin to a death warrant, ending a future between you before it begins. Maybe that’s not what he intends, but why else would Jungkook be here? Why else would he tell you – over and over – his donation is nothing personal; he sees you as a friend.

Friend. Despair chokes the rest of your thoughts. You never wanted Jungkook as your savior; you only wanted him as an equal.

“Pretend it’s not me,” Jungkook suggests. “I know Jeon Energy has done terrible things; things which could rightly dissuade you from considering our donorship. Pretend I’m someone else – would you be pushing back as hard?”

“Well, no,” you admit. “But that’s kind of the point.”

“I can’t force you to take my money.” He pauses, then swallows. “I don’t want you to feel indebted to me, so let me say – this isn’t wholly altruistic. Jeon Energy needs to improve our image, and charitable donations help with that. Clean Ocean is a respected organization.”

“I… understand.”

“I know how much Clean Ocean means to you. And I… I would hate it if your project were stalled because I fucked up and now, you can’t trust me.”

A retort rises to your lips, but you can’t contradict Jungkook without revealing the truth. Now isn’t the time to tell him how you feel – not when Jungkook came here with an agenda. One which doesn’t involve romance between you.

Instead, you shut your mouth. “I’ll need to review the contract,” you say.

Hope sparks in his gaze.

“I understand,” Jungkook says quickly.

Tearing your gaze away, you push back your chair to stand. Suddenly, you feel tired – emotionally exhausted in a way you don’t know how to fix.

“Someone from my office will be in contact today or tomorrow,” you say as you walk towards the door. “Legal will need to review.”

His chair scrapes the floor as he stands. At the door, you turn and are startled to find how close Jungkook is.

His chest is eye-level, sturdy even as his breath quickens. The scent of him surrounds you and it’s true, what they say about the entwinement of scent and memory. Standing this close, you can’t escape your shared past. Not that you want to.

Uncertain, you slowly lift your gaze and find Jungkook staring.

You should go. You should step around him and push open the door, ever the consummate professional. Instead, you stare back. It was foolish of you to meet Jungkook alone. Foolish to think you could separate your feelings as easily as you have for others.

Jungkook is different. Jungkook means more.

Exhaling a breath, he quickly scans your body. Jungkook forces his gaze upward, finding your face with a distracted swallow.

“I’m sorry I didn’t… tell you before,” he murmurs, the words barely audible. “About the funding. I didn’t want to get your hopes up in case I failed. I don’t like to disappoint people. Especially people I c- well, people in general.”

Jungkook ceases talking, lips pressed together as though to keep the words from pouring out. You wonder at this before landing on his use of the word fail.

“But Jungkook…” You pause, wondering if this is wise before deciding, fuck it. “How I feel about you isn’t tied to what you can do for me. It never has been.”

He stills. Something infinitesimal seems to shift in his gaze and god, you missed him looking at you like that. As though what you have to say is important; as though you somehow say the right thing, when everything else comes out wrong.

In so many ways, you sympathize with Jungkook. It took a long time to unlearn all the lessons taught by your parents and believe your self-worth. It would have taken longer, were it not for your friends and for Jason. Jungkook seems to be on the right path, but you don’t want to push.

“Thank you.” His gaze searches yours. “All the same, Y/N, I –”

Someone knocks on your door.

Cursing the universe for its bad timing, you turn. The back of Jungkook’s hand brushes yours and you stiffen, startled by the jolt of electricity. Jungkook sharply inhales and you know he feels it, too. There’s no time to dissect this before you throw the door open.

“Y/N?” Hoseok blinks, hand half-poised in a knock.

Namjoon stands at his side, both seeming startled by your swift appearance. Glancing past, Hoseok watches Jungkook take a step away. His gaze narrows.

“Namjoon clarified the contract language.” Hoseok’s eyes flick to yours. “Are you two done?”

“Yes,” you blurt before Jungkook can answer. “Come in.”

Leaving the door open behind you, you turn without making eye contact. The past minute has proven you can’t be alone with Jungkook. Settling at your desk, you wait for the rest to enter.

“Where’s Olya?” you ask, noting her absence.

“Contacting the venue,” Hoseok says as he sits. “Letting them know we won’t be cancelling.”

Although your brows lift, you say nothing. It appears Hoseok has already formed his opinion; after Infinity Motors, you find yourself surprised.

Grasping the contract, you skim its first pages. Namjoon and Jungkook wait patiently while you read. As suspected, the contract is pristine. Clear, standard language and manageable terms. Nothing to give any red flags, although you’d like legal to review all the same.

Setting the papers back down, you glance between them.

“I told Jungkook our legal team needs to review,” you inform Namjoon. “And our internal team will need to confer.”

“Of course.” Namjoon smiles. “There’s no pressure to respond now.”

“There’s a little pressure,” Hoseok mutters.

Ignoring this, you fold your hands on top of the table. “My assistant is correct. We do have a deadline looming, so we’ll be in touch tomorrow about whether we accept. Does that work?”

Namjoon glances at Jungkook, who nods.

“Yes,” Namjoon says, turning back. “That works.”

“Good.”

Namjoon stands first, clearly not the type to linger once a resolution has settled. You appreciate his brevity and are glad Jungkook has found someone to trust at work. Reaching out, Namjoon waits for you to shake his hand.

“We appreciate the audience,” he says, retracting briefly to open his briefcase. “Here’s my business card. Feel free to call.”

“We will,” Hoseok says, already standing.

He does you the favor of guiding Namjoon out, leaving you alone with Jungkook. You wonder if Hoseok did this on purpose. He’s not the scheming type – that would be Seokjin – but he’s known, on occasion, to break his rules for the greater good.

Before you can make an excuse to leave, Jungkook steps forward to block the exit. Surprised, you look up and meet his gaze.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts.

You stare at him in shock. “What for?” you ask, pulling yourself together.

His gaze darkens. “What you’ve gone through this past week. I… heard what happened with Infinity Motors and it’s just… well, I feel responsible.”

Incredulous, your lips part.

“You feel responsible?” you say. “How?”

“Well, I know Liam.” A muscle in his jaw clenches. “I tried not to let my personal feelings get in the way of you doing business, but I know how Liam can be and I… I could have done more to warn you.”

“You did try and warn me,” you point out.

“I know.” Jungkook pauses. “I could have tried harder.”

His words soften at the end and for some reason, you think he’s referring to more than just Liam. Heart skipping a beat, you fervently wish you weren’t standing in your office.

“Maybe,” you admit. “But I don’t think you need to be sorry about what happened.”

Jungkook’s brows draw together. “No?”

“What happened with Infinity Motors wasn’t great,” you admit. “But it wasn’t the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“But…” He shakes his head. “Weren’t you dating?”

A knot in your stomach loosens. Despite the confusion, you hoped Jungkook didn’t still believe that lie. It would seem Yoongi hasn’t told Jungkook that you reached out. You try not to linger on why that might be.

“No,” you say flatly. “I told Liam I didn’t feel anything for him after my parents’ anniversary party.”

Jungkook stares at you, floored. “You…”

“We went out on a few dates, but he was never my boyfriend.”

Somewhat dazed, Jungkook looks at the door. Behind his eyelids you can see the wheels turning, events reshuffling themselves with this latest information – much as they did for you after your talk with Yoongi. Eventually, Jungkook turns back.

“Well, I’m still sorry,” he says, determined. “I don’t like Liam because he hurt me – in a personal way. We were friends, and he used it against me. I… I was ashamed of the way I responded to him.” Jungkook exhales. “And embarrassed I didn’t see through him. I just… I didn’t want you to know that side of me.”

“Now you do?” you ask him softly.

His gaze burns on yours. “Now, I do.”

The two of you stand there a moment, staring at one another. A lightness has spread through your chest which didn’t exist before.

“Thank you,” you whisper, unsure what you’re saying.

A small smile creases his lips. “You’re welcome.”

You’re dimly aware several minutes have passed since Namjoon left. Tearing your gaze away from him, you’re about to ask whether Jungkook should leave when he starts.

“Fuck,” he mutters, digging around in his pocket. “I need to go. My phone has been buzzing – probably Namjoon, telling me I’m late.”

Your lips twitch. “Ah, you have a Hoseok.”

Jungkook fumbles with his phone. “Does Hoseok constantly belittle your time-keeping abilities?”

“Without fail.”

He laughs, glancing up. “Then, yes. I have a Hoseok. I do have to go, though,” he adds, glancing at his phone. Still, he hesitates. “You know… you can call me if you have any questions. Right?”

“I know,” you say, wondering if he really means it.

Jungkook stares at you a moment longer than necessary before nodding and leaving. He’s nearly to the door when you have the sudden urge to call out – you suppress it, but for entirely different reasons than the last time he left.

The last time, it was because things were ending. Now though, you can’t help but feel something is starting. Whatever that is, you aren’t sure, but you feel undeniable hope as he walks out your door.

You aren’t sure how long you stand there before Hoseok reappears in your doorway. Casual, he leans against the frame.

“Well.” He crosses his arms. “That was something.”

Shaking yourself, you groan. Turning around, you head for your desk and reseat yourself with a plunk.

Hoseok takes the other seat for the third time today. “So?” he prompts.

You stare at the contract on your desk.

“I don’t know what to do, Hobi.”

“Do?” He sounds miffed. “What’s there to talk about? We take their money, Y/N.”

“But it’s Jungkook.”

“And?”

You look up, disgruntled. “And, what if he’s just doing this because he feels bad about the way things ended?”

Hoseok shakes his head. “Nope. Try again.”

“He’s doing this because he does have feelings for me, and this is all just a misguided attempt to win me over.”

Hoseok’s brows furrow. “Is that what he said to you just now?”

“Well, no. But maybe he’s playing the long game.”

“Or” – Hoseok gives you a look – “Jungkook could genuinely be trying to turn Jeon Energy around, and Clean Ocean is a well-known and respected organization.”

“That, too,” you admit.

His words are so similar to Jungkook, it’s uncanny. The way Hoseok watches you though, it makes you think he knows more than he lets on. Glancing down, you shuffle through the papers piled up on your desk.

“Y/N.” Hoseok’s voice gentles. “Why are you so determined to believe the worst in him?”

Your fingers still. “I’m not,” you say, and Hoseok lifts a brow. After a moment, you sigh. “You want the short answer, or the therapist one?”

“Short. I’m not being paid by the hour.”

“You kind of are, though,” you point out, and your smile fades. “I guess… every time I put my faith in someone else, they tend to let me down. Most of the time, I just find it easier to just do things myself.”

“Easier how, though?” he prods. “That type of thinking always takes a toll – just in other ways. The amount of energy you expend. The constant worrying. The long hours and stress.”

Chewing on your lower lip, you know Hoseok is right. Maybe it’s easier for you mentally, since if you fail, you’re the only one to blame – a controllable factor. It’s easier to put in more time, to throw in more effort than to ask someone else to do something for you. That would imply you’re worthy of doing things for.

That’s how your therapist put it, anyways.

“You let me do things,” Hoseok points out. “And Olya. And even Seokjin, occasionally.”

“Well, yeah,” you admit. “But that’s because those people are you.”

“And now it’s Jungkook.”

Again, you pause because Hoseok is right. Despite your reservations, you do trust Jungkook. Somehow, somewhere, Jungkook gained that distinction. Exhaling deeply, you sit back.

“What if this changes things, though?” you ask, a bit softer. “What if having Jungkook as a donor means… nothing more can happen between us?”

Hoseok stills. “Do you want something more to happen?”

“Maybe. I – yeah,” you say, the words coming out in a rush. “Yes. I do. I went to talk to Yoongi on Monday.”

“Did you, now?” Hoseok asks drily.

You give him a look. “Yes – I did, and he explained what happened between Liam and Jungkook. I guess… I’m just worried if I confess now, Jungkook will think I’m doing it out of gratitude. Or because things ended with Liam.”

“And is that the case?”

“No,” you blurt. “No, of course not!”

Hoseok seems amused by your outburst. “Then, you should tell him that. Let Jungkook decide.”

When you nod and look away, Hoseok sighs.

“Think of it this way,” he offers. “Jungkook just walked in with a bunch of power and money to save our asses. Maybe he didn’t tell you his feelings because he doesn’t want you to think he had a motive.”

It lines up with everything Jungkook just said – and all your uncertainties. Rubbing your forehead, you wish things could be simple for once.

“Anyways.” Hoseok pushes his chair back to stand. “This week has been a lot. Maybe it’s a good idea to take some time to think – make sure you know what you want before making any decisions.”

You nod, but deep down, you already know what you want. You’ve known for a while and, emboldened by this, you glance again at the contract.

“We should accept,” you say quietly.

Hoseok pauses. “What?”

“The donation,” you say, looking up. “Obviously, legal should review and all that – but if everything checks out, we should accept the donation. I trust them.”

“I do, too.” Hoseok nods. “Alright. I’ll go tell Olya everything is back on.”

“Thank you.”

Before leaving, he pauses to survey you. “Breathe, Y/N.” Hoseok smiles. “At least our funding worries are over, right?”

“Right,” you echo, managing to smile until Hoseok disappears.

Once he’s gone, you slump in your chair and stare at your laptop until the screen turns black. Reaching out for your phone, you turn it over in your palm.

A notification blinks, citing a new message from Jungkook.

You sit up so fast you bang your knee on the table. Wincing, you rub the bruise as you type out your password and read the large block of text.

Jungkook: Hey. I just wanted to say – again – you don’t have to accept the donation. I hope you do, because Clean Ocean is a great organization and I’d hate to see things pushed back, but I understand if you don’t. I know I messed things up between us. I’m not saying this to push you in any direction, but just to explain in case our past relationship stops you from signing. [3:24 PM]

Your stomach sinks, even as his words bring some relief. There’s no expectation attached to Jungkook’s donation, which is a good thing. The bubble inside your chest has popped though, by the clear lines he’s drawn.

You’re debating how to respond when your phone dings again and you glance down, surprised.

Jungkook: I’m sorry I’m telling you this over text [3:28 PM]

Jungkook: I meant to say it in person, but then I saw you…. yeah [3:28 PM]

Stomach flipping, your grip on your phone tightens. Jungkook’s ellipses slow, then disappear and you wait several moments until the next message comes through.

Jungkook: you can ignore these messages if they make you uncomfortable. You have Namjoon’s card, and can email him if the answer is no. Hope you’re doing well [3:29 PM]

Jungkook: not that you didn’t look well. You looked – well, that’s beside the point. Have a good day [3:29 PM]

Lips twitching, you respond before you can second-guess.

Y/N: you didn’t mess anything up [3:30 PM]

Y/N: and I don’t feel uncomfortable [3:30 PM]

Y/N: I think I owe you an apology [3:30 PM]

Jungkook answers immediately.

Jungkook: what for? [3:31 PM]

Y/N: I know I’ve said things to you about Jeon Energy. About the privilege you have, and assuming you didn’t care. I’m sorry I said that. Clearly, you care [3:32 PM]

His ellipses appear, then disappear before your phone chimes with a text.

Jungkook: It’s okay. I didn’t take the time to explain [3:33 PM]

Y/N: still. [3:33 PM]

Jungkook: Anyways. I don’t want to intrude – I know you’re busy. I just wanted to tell you [3:33 PM]

Y/N: I’m glad that you texted [3:34 PM]

Jungkook: are you? [3:34 PM]

Heart racing, you stare at his words on the screen. For a moment, it feels like before – when he’d flirt with you, you’d roll your eyes and then you’d dish it back. Except things aren’t the same.

They’re different, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Y/N: Let’s say we did decide to accept [3:35 PM]

Jungkook: oh? [3:35 PM]

It’s a single word, but you can hear his voice in your mind. Teasing, with a knowing glint in his eyes as Jungkook leans forward. The mere thought of it makes your breath hitch.

Y/N: If we did, our launch party is on Saturday. Would you – or Namjoon – be able to attend on short notice? [3:36 PM]

Jungkook takes his time to respond, leaving you on edge until his words fill the screen. Reading his words, you can’t help but smile.

Jungkook: wouldn’t miss it x [3:38 PM]

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xotaemintol · 1 year

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Hello, can u do a headcanon: Relationship habits with Taemin

thanks<3

OFC!!

Now, all of this is really just based off of very small things I’ve seen him do in lives and stuff and also his MBTI (we’re both INFP’s btw lolololol) so if it doesn’t feel very accurate then I’ll be pleased to make changes and make it however you want or feel would be more accurate to the unhinged man himself, anywaaaays here you go!!

FLUFFY FLUFF no pronouns used, no gender implied!!

!!SFW!!

Taemin has a habit of making you try anything he's eating, even if it's bad.

-He's the type to try new things often, and he wants you to try them too so he'll literally force you to eat it even if he knows you won't like it

-"Just try it!" "C'mon! Just a little bite!"

-eventually you'll give in and try it after five minutes of him prying, and just when you think he won't do it again, he asks you to try the drink too

-he accidentally bought a veggie smoothie when he was out and when he tasted it he literally gagged and was like "baby, try this!" You said no but he literally whined and kept asking until you finally drank it, and surprisingly it was delicious

-when he cooks he always waits for you to try it first, he loves seeing your reactions when he makes something that tastes good

He says things that sound questionable all the time and you think he does it just because he finds it funny

-Minho once came over without a warning before and you had both just woken up, he saw you both coming out of Taemin's room looking like you got hit by a tornado and when he asked what happened, Taemin said: "we had a long night."

-When you were celebrating your anniversary he gave a small speech and in it he said: "I'm so happy to spend my life with you, even after everything you have done, I couldn't be happier with everyone else." Needless to say, it raised a few brows and he had to explain that he just meant all the good things you've done for him

-he accidentally made it seem like you were getting married once when he was trying to explain that you were moving in with him and Minho (not knowing) sent a four thousand dollar engagement gift to congratulate you

He does this thing where he'll pet your head but super aggressively

-he usually does this to Kkoong and Ddaeng, but he also does it to you now too

-he'll randomly pet the two adorable cats and then he'll turn to you and basically tackle you to aggressively pet your head while calling you cute over and over again and kissing your entire face

-you had to run from him once because he was trying to pet your head after you had just got your hair done, he caught you anyways and made sure to be extra aggressive and really hammer in just how adorable you are

-to put it simply, he has extreme cuteness aggression towards you so he squeezes you face often, pinches your cheeks, hugs you so tight you might pop, and will straight up tackle you because he thinks you are just so cute

He takes ages to respond to messages when he's out, even if he's not busy, he can take hours to respond

-once you texted him asking if he was eating dinner before coming back home so you'd know if you needed to cook for two or not but he never answered and because you didn't know if he was eating already or not, you cooked two full meals...he had already eaten...

-he may take hours to respond but when he does text you he'll send like 50 texts and when you don't respond right away he'll get offended

-'why aren't you responding to my texts? Are you busy?' 'Didn't you miss me??? What's taking you so long?? Helllooooooo???'

-he'll get super clingy when you take too long to respond to him, and if he gets home before you do he'll be upset the rest of the night until you spoil him with attention

He stays up late and watches Kdramas or Anime for hours and will get so immersed in it that he'll forget you went to bed and will yell and scream when he gets excited

-you catch him almost every night watching something different and have to remind him to go to bed so he isn't tired in the morning

-when he watched Tokyo Ghoul he screamed during the last episode because he was so excited and woke you up, you told him to at least be quieter and expected him to come to bed soon, but instead, he stayed up till morning and then passed out on the couch with a blanket

-once you fell asleep on the couch with him while watching a movie and he accidentally woke you up with his cheering

You don't argue often, but when you do he can't be serious

-he smiles and laughs in the middle of small arguments, he'll be grinning the entire time and it's not because he doesn't take the situation serious, it's just because he doesn't even get why you're fighting anyways

-he laughed when you were arguing about getting a third cat and you couldn't even take the argument serious anymore

-even when arguing he finds you so cute, he'll literally drop the whole conversation to attack you with affection

Is such a cat and plant dad that when he's upset with you he'll go and talk to them about what made him upset

-he sits in the living room sometimes and talks to them about you in general, but when he's upset he'll sulk and grumble to the plants about you

-'can you believe that? I can't either'

-even when he's not upset he still talks to them about you

-he's so dramatic he once cried to the plants saying that you were going to divorce him and take the kids, this happens whenever he has to suddenly cancel dinner plans or whenever you get upset at him for keeping you up or for buying expensive cat toys

He may take hours to respond but he'll send long video logs of his day to show you how his day has been going

-when he's filming or traveling he makes super long videos in that hour long wait of a response, he'll talk to you through the videos and ask you about your day and ask if you missed him or what you ate

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piichuu · 6 months

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♡ ANNIVERSARY NIGHT - YAMADA ASAEMON SHION

WARNINGS: not proofread, fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 675

DECEMBER DRABBLES

shion will never understand how he found someone like you, and how someone like you could be with someone like him.

his love for you is bigger than the universe itself, his own words, not yours. he will always take his time to give you hugs, kiss your lips, hold your hand or do something as simple as making sure you’re okay. he will go out of his way for you and will keep doing so until his dying breath.

it doesn’t matter that he cannot see your face that he swears is the most beautiful one in the world. he will love you no matter what. moving his fingers along your face to take in your features is the only thing he needs.

so it’s no surprise that he’s prepared dinner for the two of you when you arrive home from work. there are lit candles on the kitchen table together with a large meal in the middle of it.

there are a bouquet of flowers in a vase, flowers you haven’t seen in your shared apartment before. he must have bought them recently. it is your anniversary after all.

“welcome home darling,” he speaks, walking towards you who’s started taking off your jacket. “i made dinner for you, i hope it looks good. i didn’t burn the house down at least.”

you giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. “it’s perfect shion, i can’t believe you pulled all of this off,” he kisses your cheek and hold you as close as he possibly can. “well, i had to do something for my sweet partner who always does so much for me already.”

he strokes your back before taking your hand and leading you into the kitchen. “i made your favorites and bought some flowers as well. i hope they’re the ones i asked for, do you think they’re pretty?” “super pretty, thank you shion. you didn’t have to do all this, though. i feel bad now.”

“well, i expect a gift at least,” he chuckles and ruffles your hair. “i’m just kidding. it’s our five year anniversary and you’ve been working so much lately, of course i had to do something. i wanted to do something.”

you smile softly and press your lips to his for a quick kiss. “you’re the best. are you finished with everything or should i help with the last bits?” he shakes his head. “no, i think i should be done by now, let’s sit by the table. i’ll take care of the dishes later.”

he leads you towards the table and pulls the chair out for you, like a true gentleman before he sits down on the opposite side of the table. shion flashes you a light smile and indicates for you start putting some food on your plate.

you do as he wants and the both of you soon begin to eat. “it tastes wonderful, shion. you’re a great cook,” you speak, watching as a light blush spreads over your boyfriend’s cheeks.

“thank you, my love. it’s just for you,” he admits, lightly kicking your foot with his own which causes you to let out a quiet giggle. “is there anything else you want to do today? are you feeling tired and want to sleep?”

you shrug your shoulders but soon open your mouth to answer. “i’m tired, but we can do something if you want. it’s not like i’m just gonna fall asleep.”

shion shakes his head. “we can do more tomorrow. if you’re tired you should sleep. we’re both free from work tomorrow either way, so let’s go to sleep after this so you can rest. you’ve worked really hard today.”

he reaches for your hand over the table. “i love you a lot, my love. i’m really happy i’ve got to spend five years with you already.”

you take his hand. “i love you too, and i really hope we’ll be together for many more years.” “we’ll be together until death and even after that, darling.”

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froggibus · 2 years

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it’s time for obey me christmas,, u can pick whoever but i am holding u at gunpoint for mammon to be in there somehow ok ok thank u bye

Obey Me! + Christmas

Includes: Mammon, Levi, Beel, Belphie

Genre: fluff headcanons!

Word Count: 650

Summary: how would Christmas Day go with the boys

CW: fluff, mammon being a bastard (affectionately), levi being a crybaby, beel force feeding you?? belphie being sleepy + kinda suggestive (levi's)

thank you for the request my liege I hope it is up to par. also thank you for feeding my christmas brain rot..we’re skipping halloween this year and going straight to christmas. also I have horrible Leviathan brain rot rn oops

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Mammon:

definitely the type to shake all of his presents before Christmas

gets everyone the cheapest presents ever too

enjoy your keychain and pack of gum

he lowkey spoils you tho

like half the gifts under the tree are for you

definitely wakes up at like 5am on Christmas morning like a little kid

“darlin’ wake up”

try to ignore him and go back to sleep? that’s ok he’ll just drag your ass down the stairs

ranks the gifts he gets based on how expensive they are and keeps that list as a guide for shopping next year

hits the rum and eggnog a little too hard and gets kinda weepy towards the end of the night

“y/n you’re the best gift I coulda ever asked for”

will deny it the next day though

Levi:

also would shake all of his presents (but very carefully in case there’s any figures in there yk)

is still awake early but not nearly as early as Mammon

weirdly thoughtful with his gifts??

like will get you something that the two of you can do together even tho it’s probably something he’s interested in lol

wants you to sit in his lap while you open presents and will whine if you try to move

“but y/n we have to spend the holidays together” “and that means I have to be touching you at all times??”

immediately retreats to his room after opening gifts so he can play with his new stuff

you try to get him to spend time with you but mans is hyper focused on his new game

so you just end up going to hang out with his brothers in the kitchen and get sloshed off of rum and eggnog

of course this ends with Levi being a whiny jealous brat until you give him special attention

Beel:

could care less about the presents tbh

if you wrap them too nicely tho he can and WILL try to eat them

lucifer def makes some kind of weird breakfast casserole for Christmas

and Beel only wakes up once he smells that cooking

even though he doesn’t really care about them he still gets you a gift

probably something really sweet too like candy

he uses the holidays as an excuse to eat absolutely everything in sight

but also wants you to try everything with him so he can spend time with you

will just be force feeding you bites of different fancy foods he bought specifically for Christmas

doesn’t matter if you say you’re full

“baby you just have to try this it’s so yummy”

there are no leftovers because he just eats them all once everyone is done

he carries you to bed when you inevitably fall into a food induced coma

cuddles you and rubs your tummy all night

Belphie

MATCHING PJS!!!

like he would get you them to unwrap on Christmas Eve so you guys could wake up all cute n matching on Christmas

he sleeps like the dead but he’s so excited that he’s actually up before you??

he gently shakes you awake even if he is really excited

would probably bring his blanket downstairs and wrap you guys in it while you sit on the couch together

he’s very sleepy and cuddly since he was up early so expect him to be resting his head on your shoulder/lap

would get you something you hadn’t even told him you wanted cause he just knows from your dreams or whatever

you’re really emotional about it too

once gifts/breakfast is done he’s back in his room to take a nap

you come with him tho even if you’re not tired and just lay your head on his chest

he manages to stay up pretty late for you

you guys just play board games with the family until it’s time to go to bed

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whorrorbellee · 8 months

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A HIGHER POWER WILL RESTORE US TO SANITY

CHAPTER TWO

<3 warnings: drug use, addiction, drug addiction, alcoholics, sex addicts, sexual assault (not Eddie),power play, the act of thirteenth stepping( becoming involved with newly recovering addict),abuse, victimisation, reader hates herself, reader is suicidal,Gaslighting and manipulation

under 18's dni or ill sleep w your dad

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Meetings suck ass. Eddie pretends to listen to his bandmates around him, he's smoking a cigarette in a nonsensically huge office that overlooks the city. There's no walls, just glass. He remembers sitting in the dirty LA office with his last manager, back when they had nude models framed on the wall, and snorted coke off the desk. He's come so far he's mediocre now.

“Your last album hasn't reached the predicted sales, what happened?”

Eddie sighs, the others stay silent, Gareth would have spoken up, but he's not here anymore, he's an IT guy somewhere back home , fuck the label for dropping him and the others.

He shrugs, Harvey looks at him, he ironically dressed like a cowboy. Eddie thinks he looks stupid, like a southern oil tycoon or something. He's got one of those belts with a lighter in it.

“They don't like that I'm sober, I'm boring now, old news.” he ashes his cigarette in the green marble ashtray. “ They think I've found god or some shit?” he chuckles to himself.

“you need to show them you're still rock n roll, sleep around get kicked out of clubs, do something fucking bonkers, but not like deadly, worship satan or something”

“Yeah, I'm not gonna do that.”

“What if you did play girl, full page spread , talk about all your dirty little fantasies”

“maybe , idk it's like everything has been done before, i need a scandal but what? S;eep with someone? Get married ? everythings been done before.”

So Edddie sits in a coffee shop in the city and thinks, he's done the twelve steps, he's done community service, he’s clean. Now what, he doesn't know.

He's got everything he's ever wanted. Is this when life feels pointless? Is this why stars kill themself. When money couldn't buy happiness it bought drugs and for sometime that made him happy. So what the fuck now?

Your mother sits and sips her blood red wine at the dinner, you pretend to eat but you're just moving food around your plate at this point, your fork scratches against the china plate, she winces.

“You smell of cigarettes, I thought you quit?” your mother brashly asks.

“I um, my- my sponsor smokes” you answer quickly and smile.

“Your sponsor ?, already.” her red lips move against each other.

“Yeah, he's like the only person that spoke to me tonight, so”

“Well i'm glad you're really trying, we’re so proud of you” your mother smiles, “aren't we dear” she turns to your father at the gigantic dinner table.

“Yes, yes very good” He nods his head robotically.

Hours later you're in your room on the soft black comforter, pure silence.You open a window and light a cigarette, you stare outside the window, pretty picturesque houses lined up in a row, all cream and white shades with blue shutters and magazine worthy flowers, you think of his truck and the scratches ruining the meticulous paint work, and they way he was unfathomed by your anger. You hand thumbs at the ten digits written down on a marlboro red carton from his truck.

Your mother takes you shopping the next day, something about her pure cashmere sweater being stretched. She buys overpriced band shirts for you, plaid skirts and dark dresses. You're surprised she letting you dress this way until she mutters something about tattoos tarnishing your classic looks, but you just grin to yourself.

You play super metroid on your game boy until 4am while chain smoking cigarettes till you feel sick. You sleep in until 3pm, your mum shouts at you “get a life, get a job”

So your sitting in the back of a coffee shop dressed in your mothers more acceptable for your age,clothing (cigarette pants and a embroidered collar shirt)your tattoos are covered by the sleeves, but you don't think the twenty something manger will really care because she's wearing a ripped band shirt and gold nose ring sits in her perfect caramel skin, you've met people like her before, they're all the same.

“I like your shirt” you smile.

“Oh you like a Corroded Coffin ?” she grins sipping her coffee, her teeth are pearly white, contrasted between her black cherry lipstick.

“Yeah that album they put out huh?” you have no clue what you're talking about, but you lie anyway.

“Oh the b-sides? I wasn't that into it, ever since he went to rehab the music just feels off, is that just me?”

You think quickly “ oh yeah the old stuff is really good”

She nods “so have you got any experience? You'll be trained anyway and you seem really like cool, so you'll fit it, we have a lot of difficult customers who like want things a certain away, its the neighbourhood , rich fuckers” she pauses and covers her mouth in shock.

“Sorry, not very professional of me, we just need someone who's level headed.”

You nod “yeah i'm very calm, i hardly get angry at all” you laugh, shoulders rising.

You definitely didn't key someone's truck this week.

“And I've made coffees before, I worked in a coffee shop at my uni for a bit so I can make a decent latte.” you smile again.

You're starting to think you're smiling too much, but you don't stop.

“Well, it's three dollars an hour, tips are shared at the end of the day, and it's part time, so like 20 hours a week, but opportunity to work overtime if you want. Oh and wear whatever you want just like, make sure it's black.” her hands move along the desk,”so fill in this form and um when can you start ?”

“I've got the job?” your eyes widened in disbelief,hesitant,

“If you want it!”

“YES! Yes, sorry. Thank you so much, and I can start as soon as possible.”

“Amazing, next week? Monday at 8am?”

“That sounds great, thank you so much, Renee”

It's an early morning in February, the smell of a deep roast coffee hits your nostrils as the bell rings on the wooden door, there's an atmosphere that pulls you in. English folk music plays softly and freshly baked muffins whisper behind glass windows.You push your sunglasses over your head, the plastic hard against your head.

Three hours in and your lattes look less like a college student has haphazardly thrown ingredients in a pot. Your eyes scan around the shop, a sharp ache erupts through your chest as your eyes cling on to the back of a man. You've seen that shirt many times before and you wonder if he followed you. As he turns his face becomes unrecognisable and you realise he's just another guy. You smile, body melting into calmness as the coffee beans grind.

The day is already halfway done and you're at break, slumping into the chair and drinking the seventh flat white for the day, you're so sure you're going to give yourself heart palpitations.

Ben relaxes into the chair outside, it's next to the bins. You both nurse on a cigarette outside.

“When are you working till?” he asked, he smooths back the thick lock of blonde hair that tumbles from his ear.

“Oh, urm four I think, you?”

“Yeah same,you wanna come to a thing tonight its just gonna be me and some others, maybe drinks?”

“I've got a thing at six but yeah i could come>” you nod and smile.

“Back home then huh?” Eddie asks, he thinks you've been less brash this time, not that you've spoken much, Joan had been leading the conversation about her son's promising football career (he got off the bench), you've both just really sat there nodding at her.

“My coworker invited me to a lil get together to meet the others so i'm going to that” you smile you look excited.

‘They don't do drugs right? They're not gonna drink ?” he interrogates, wiping the crumbs off his hands from the donuts he brought in. He made a hard-hearted joke earlier about getting a sugar high, one person laughed.

“They don't seem like they do, and I'm fine around drinkers, my mums always sipping on her wine, I'll be fine Eddie,” you reassure him, drawing in the harsh smoke, you both stand with your back against the brown/red bricks. Stained windows casting hues of red and yellow on your faces. You feel like a teenager, hanging out after curfew in a graveyard but the circumstances are contradictory, you're not smoking weed, you're talking about addiction.

‘I don't think you should go," he says plainly, all of a sudden it's like he’s towering over you.

"Well I'm going to go,it's not like I'm cancelling now “ you shrug at him, your lips smack together and you can taste the tartness of lipstick and cigarettes.

“Your two months sober, something like this can get you off your path”

You exhale, “i'll be fine,it's not gonna hurt” your arms wrap around your body, tucking your ripped striped sweater closer to you.

“ I don't think you should go,”

“You're not my dad, you don't get top pick and choose where i go and when” you temper,”Im an adult, ill be fucking fine”

“ I'm not your dad! i'm your sponsor, i've been down that road before i know what it's like”

“You don't get it” your mouth gapes,“ you just don't fucking get it” you walk to your car and slam the door, he watches you drive off from his truck.

You think you're early, there's like two people sitting down on the brown leather sofa watching beavis and butthead on mtv, and Ben welcomes you with a smile.

“This is Travis and Harry, they are friendly I swear,” he beams.” do you want a drink? I've got beer?Vodka?”

“Just a soda,thanks” you drop your bag by the door, there's incense burning on the table and posters line the walls, Metallica, Nirvana,sex pistols and jimi hendrix, their eyes follow you.

You talk for a while about life, laugh over spilt drinks and funny quips. Solemn faced you watch Harry pull out a small baggie filled with white pills, you pretend not to stare. You think back at Eddie's warning. He shakes them and grins at his friend. They grin back.

“You want one?” Ben smirks at you, he swallows back the pill with the others.

Your chest feels tight and hot and you shake your head no, excusing yourself to the bathroom, your forehead is clammy and you panic a little, one hour and you'll let yourself go you promise.

Small whispers amit from the Living room. ”so fucking boring” someone grunts and then a snicker of laughter.

Soon the room is tight with people, bodies sweat together as they dance and people spill wine on the beige carpet, you smoke a cigarette out of the window and people brush past you, clutching the bubbly drink you've had all night.

You drink your soda and chat,it feels nice, nice to just be, you stare at Ben who sits on the sofa, he's incredibly high and you've been avoiding talking to him all night.Hes glued down and smiling you remember what it feels like to be where he is everything feels just calm. You stifle down your soda, it tastes medicinal, a white powdery substance sticks to the bottom of the glass. You look at Ben who grins at you eerily.

The bastard spiked your drink.

Fifty minutes later you're lying on a bed somewhere in the apartment, it smells like cat piss, you're not sure if they own a cat, everything feels like it’s repeating itself and you're ready for someone to force pills down your throat and leave you outside,But they don't. You're not sure what you're on, it's definitely a downer as you're stuck to the bed, everything is weighing you down. You thumb the carton he gave you, you can't call your parents, if they found out it would be back to rehab for years, and then paying off a debt that just gets bigger and bigger.

You gaze at the phone on the bedside table, it's shaped like a football and you move your arm to it. You're surprised the call makes it through, it's getting harder to concentrate. The line picks up and you hear a sniffle through the phone.

“Eddie, mm i've done something really bad” your speech is slurred.

#90s au #eddie munson x reader #dark eddie munson #slightly older eddie #stranger things but not strange #rich reader #recovering addict au #stranger things x reader #heavy topics #famous eddie munson

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livwritesstuff · 1 year

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plant dad steve my beloved

“Alright, Steve-o, I gotta head out,” Robin says, sticking a wrapped granola bar between her teeth so she has a free hand to grab Steve’s car keys off the kitchen counter, “I have something for you, though.”

She shoves the plain brown paper bag she’d been holding into Steve’s arms with an expectant look on her face.

Steve raises an eyebrow.

“Now?”

“Yes, now. I didn’t want to wait until later because — well, just look and you’ll get it.”

Steve opens the bag and knows instantly it’s a plant. He reaches inside and pulls it out by the plastic pot.

“Oh shit, an alocasia! Thanks, Rob, this is a good fuckin’ find.”

Robin doesn’t respond immediately, her eyes on the big, green leaves of the alocasia plant.

Steve glances up at her.

“You good?”

“Yeah, it’s just…you think those leaves kinda look like the Mind Flayer?”

“What the fu—” he stops, glancing at the alocasia again, “Shit, man, it kinda does.”

Robin starts to snicker, because it’s been seven years since the gates to the Upside Down were closed for good, seven years of growth and healing, so she can laugh about some of those things now and Steve can’t help a laugh either.

“Stop ruining shit for me, Rob.”

“I’m sorry. Pretend I didn’t say anything. Look — when I bought it the guy said it hasn’t been watered in a while and needs a new pot and all that kinda crap you get excited about so now you have a project for today to take your mind off of how you’re spending your birthday all alone.”

Steve smacks her arm.

“Don’t be a dick, you’re the reason we’re in Tacoma, anyways.”

“No,” Robin argued, moving towards the door, “I’m the reason we came to Tacoma. You’re the reason we’re still here and will be for another two goddamn years. I’ll be back at, like, four, and there better not be potting soil all over the place.”

“Whatever. That’s still better than your fuckin’ paint,” he fires back as she’s walking out the door, “Drive safe. Don’t crash my car.”

“Uh-huh,” she calls, already halfway down the hall, “Love ya!”

And then she’s gone.

Steve looks back to his new plant. It really does look like the Mind Flayer — something about the shape of the leaves, he thinks — but a plant, in his eyes, is still a plant no matter how many traumatic memories it may trigger, so it doesn’t take long for him to put on a mixtape Eddie had made for him a few weeks back that he’s been listening to pretty much nonstop and busy himself with the alocasia.

Steve had started caring for houseplants nearly five years ago now, when his advisor had given out small ferns at a course registration event during his sophomore year of college. He had expected the plant to wither away and die after only a few weeks but, to his own astonishment, it actually thrived under his care. Not long later, the nearby grocery store put out a little display of houseplants in colorful plastic pots so, with all the confidence of someone who'd successfully kept one plant alive for a month, Steve bought two.

Honestly, Steve hadn’t expected to have a green thumb in the way he apparently does. After all, each one of his plants has different needs from the next, different light or water or soil or some unique combination of the three. He hadn’t expected that he’d be able to keep it all straight in his (somewhat mangled) brain — the same brain that still hasn’t memorized his course schedule for this semester yet — but pursuing a doctorate in psychology has taught him that he’s actually good at learning when it's something he cares about, something he can find a passion in.

And he really does like the plants, too. They look nice in the apartment — they bring the cramped little space to life, he thinks, and it’s nice to be surrounded by life, to be cultivating life after everything he’s been through and everything he’s done. It’s nice to know he can keep things alive, that he can take care of something so it can grow and bloom, so he leans into it.

After those two grocery store plants (a pothos and a dracaena that are both still alive and kicking), his collection started to increase exponentially, hitting its peak about a year later when the apartment looked more like a forest than an actual living space. Eventually, it reached a point where even Robin had needed to put her foot down, and Steve had half-heartedly admitted she was correct. After a while of giving plants away (and the odd one dying every so often), it returned to a much more reasonable state.

Steve is halfway through moving the new alocasia plant that definitely doesn’t look like the Mind Flayer at all into a larger pot, his hands filthy with potting soil he’s valiantly trying to keep out of his hair, when the phone rings.

“Shit,” he mutters, dusting off his hands as best as he can before grabbing the phone, “Hello?”

“Do my ears deceive me or is that the birthday boy?”

Steve feels himself starting to smile at the sound of Eddie’s voice, his lips twisting up before he can even think about it.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey yourself,” Eddie replies, “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks. Woulda been better if you were here.”

“Yeah, baby, I know. I wish I was there, too.”

“How’s Montana?” Steve asks, “Worth not being here?”

Eddie makes a noncommittal noise, “Not sure if traveling’s my thing. Nice to get outta Indiana, though.”

Steve hums his agreement.

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#platonic stobin #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #the satellite and the sky #please google 'alocasia frydek' and tell me it doesn't look like the mindflayer #because it absolutely does #bonus: robin desperately wants to be a plant guy too because she knows it's one of those things that actually adds some 'cool points' to ste #and she needs to be cooler than steve #but she cannot for the life of her become a plant guy because she kills ALL OF THEM #to the point where steve doesn't give her plants anymore and doesn't let her help him with his own plants #like he literally gave her a pothos (which is the easiest plant on the planet to take care of) and she somehow killed it in record time #she was henceforth banned from plant care in the buckley-harrington household

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Music of the Heart [J.YH] - twenty-seven | interrogation

It was December and you were taking the train back from afternoon practice with your new band, Mind Slayer. You weren’t really sure about the name, but they already had a following and that was good enough for you. A following meant they already made some money, which meant your moving would be that much easier. They seemed pretty cool as well; you could definitely see yourself playing with them for a while. Whether the group got famous and made a ton of money or stayed on the local scene, good personalities couldn’t be bought or bargained for. You counted yourself lucky.

Your phone buzzed and you took it out.

You jogged to Yunho’s house and met him at the door.

“I’ll walk you home so it’s believable.”

You nodded. “Okay, I’m gonna put this in your room and say hi to your mom.”

He nodded and waited for you on the stoop.

When you were done you came down and the two of you walked to your house together.

“So how have the auditions been going?”

“I don’t know. I still haven’t gotten a single callback.”

You nodded.

“How’s the band going?”

“Pretty good. We have our first show after graduation.”

“What? Really? Already?”

“‘Already?’ There’s two months before the show.” You laughed.

“That’s so soon though.”

“Well, we’re moving out there right after graduation. So it’s good to make some money right off the bat.”

“I… I don’t know if I’ll be able to.”

“Yuyu, you’ll get something. You just have to keep trying.”

The two of you walked in silence as he thought.

“T/n, what if we postponed the dream--”

“What?”

“Just until I can get a callback. We both need to be making money if we want to survive, Seoul is an expensive place.”

“Dude, you can just get a part time job or something while you do auditions.”

“But… what if I have no time for auditions?”

“You just have to balance everything.”

“You say that like you know.”

“I don’t… but I know what I want to happen for us, so I know what we need to do.”

He looked away.

You leaned forward and tried to get him to look at you. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

He didn’t sound convinced, but you figured he’d be fine. This was ‘The Dream’, you both had to keep a cool head or it wouldn’t happen.

The two of you made it to your house and as you went to say goodbye, your mom opened the door.

“Yunho? Why don’t you come in?”

Yunho looked to you first but then turned to your mom. “Oh, I need to get back home.”

“No, come in. T/n stayed with you all day, I’m sure she won’t mind if she sees you for a little while longer.”

The two of you looked at each other and you both walked into your house.

You mom made you both sit at the table as she asked Yunho various questions: how his acting was going, what his plans for college were, if he had looked for a job yet. You felt less like you were sitting at the table with your best friend and mom and more like you were about to be married off to him. You could barely get a word in edgeways, with how many questions she was asking. Finally, there was a lull as she glared at the both of you, you weren’t sure what for but you had a pretty good idea: he was a boy and you were a girl and it could not be any more obvious that you two had to be more than friends. Nevermind that you had known Yunho since you were five and didn’t think of him that way. Well, maybe once or twice, but it was nothing to ruin a friendship over.

Like when his family came back from summer vacation visiting relatives for a few months and he had shot up to six feet and he suddenly looked less like the gangly Yunho you used to be taller than and could push around while the two of you laughed like hyenas at whatever dumb cartoons you watched on saturday and more like a man. Or the year after, when he came back from visiting relatives for the summer again and his voice had dropped and he suddenly sounded like a man too. That school year, you remember, girls were falling all over themselves for him, but he was totally uninterested. The amount of confessions he got became ridiculous, until they had all gotten tired of being rejected and gave up. That was when the rumors about the two of you dating started. You supposed he just wasn’t interested in romance or dating, which was fine with you, because you didn’t want to lose your best - and really only - friend. It was fine if he didn’t like anyone, since it meant you could just grow old together as two best friends, literally forever.

Finally, when your mom paused for a moment to think before asking more questions, you saw your opportunity:

“Mom, it’s getting late and Yunho probably has to wash the dishes.”

She raised an eyebrow and stared at you for a moment. She had been speaking for almost thirty minutes, but what she was thinking was written all over her face: How dare you interrupt me.

You looked back emotionlessly, steadfast. She wouldn’t yell at you as long as Yunho was sitting there, but at this point you’d rather get yelled at for doing something wrong, instead of sitting there being half-questioned and half-lectured like she - from some sci-fi dystopia - had some precognitive information that you were going to commit a crime, it just had to be found out. It was like the Lanyard Incident all over again.

She turned back to Yunho. “I’m sure my daughter is right, you might have dishes to wash.”

He nodded awkwardly. “I probably do.”

“You may go home, Yunho.” Yunho nodded and got up, too nervous to pull the chair out all the way and almost making himself fall when it hit the backs of his knees. You heard your mother exhale a judgemental laugh quietly and you stood, pulling the chair all the way out for him before he fell. He nodded a thanks and you gestured to the door so he could finally leave his impromptu interrogation.

You walked him out the door, and pulled it behind you. You spoke in hushed voices.

“I’m really sorry about that.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, at least one of us is being released from prison.”

He smiled weakly. He touched the back of your hand with his fingers.

Your heart thudded in your chest. That had never happened before. Sure, he was your best friend and you loved him with all your heart, but it had never affected you this way.

“Uh-- what’s that for?” You whispered.

He shook his head. “I just feel bad--”

Your eyebrows furrowed in response. A silent question of what he meant.

“Having to deal with that all the time.”

You nodded.

“But hey, you can come over Saturday and play your bass for me--”

His voice was much too loud for him to be talking about it, and he was barely above a whisper. “Yuyu--” You shushed him, eyes wide.

“PLAY WHAT?” Your mother’s voice bellowed from behind the door before it was ripped open with a fury that could have pulled it off its hinges.

“Nothing. I don’t have anything!”

“We are going to Yunho’s house right now! I knew you were hiding something from me!”

Your mom grabbed her keys and sprinted for the car door, getting in and locking them before you could try to get in.

“Mom! What are you doing?!” You screamed as you hit the windows. “Mom!!”

She pulled out of the driveway and drove off. You had no idea what was in her head but you knew it wasn’t good.

“Yunho, why did you SAY THAT?” You yelled at him.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know she was there!”

You fought back tears and took off running in the direction of Yunho’s house.

“T/n!” He took off after you.

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so sick ! — 25

pairing: idol!lee heeseung x non-idol!f!reader

summary: when your boyfriend of almost eight years cheats on you your senior year of university, you decide that you’re done with anything and everything to do with love. that is, until you meet a guy who sings love songs for a living.

— SORRY FOR THE DELAY I WORKED ALL WEEK AND I WAS SO TIRED BUT ITS FINALLY HERE 😈 the moment we’ve all been waiting for 🥳 (everything is after the cut!)

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twenty five: october 30th (3.9k)

“y/n! y/n, wake up right now.” sumin’s voice rings in your ears. you crack an eye open, flinching at how close her face was to yours. she smiles widely and stands up straight. “great! you’re up. we’re gonna meet with the guys for breakfast so we can go over tonight’s game plan.”

you cover your mouth as you yawn, nodding in confirmation. she leaves the room so you can get ready. it takes about fifteen minutes and you find your roommates waiting for you in the living room. it isn’t much longer until you’re at the little cafe just outside of campus, the rest of your friend group sitting down inside. you seat yourself between ryujin and beomgyu, taehyun directly across from you.

“good morning, sunshine,” beomgyu grins, nudging your shoulder when you smile at him tiredly. “we ordered already and i got you your favorite.”

“you’re my hero.” you joke, poking his arm.

“alright, so what’s going on tonight?” hyunjin says, patting the surface of the table.

“do y’all have your costumes?” ryujin asks. everyone nods.

“i’m yoshi, right?” the bleach blonde asks. felix raises a hand in protest.

“no, what the fuck. i’m yoshi. you’re supposed to be toad. i bought the stupid onesie on amazon so it’s too late to switch.” he shakes his head, giving the waitress a tight lipped smile when she passes out the coffees.

“i bought one, too!” hyunjin complains. you sip at your iced coffee in mild amusement. “mine is the yellow one, though, cause they were sold out of green.”

“oh thank god, i did not wanna match with you. mine is green.” felix sighs in relief, leaning back into his chair. ryujin snorts, some of her drink splattering onto the table. sumin slaps a hand over her mouth before she starts laughing too loud.

“this is why i don’t like to be seen in public with all of you,” taehyun rolls his eyes. “now that that issue has been resolved, can we please move on?”

“yes,” sumin says between giggles, taking a deep breath to calm herself. “i actually have an important question for y/n.”

you set down your coffee and tilt your head to the side. “yeah?”

“the one thing we haven’t really discussed is the fact that this is siwoo’s party,” her lips curl downward slightly. “and well, you practically invited a date. what are you gonna do if he tries to talk to you?”

you swallow thickly, scratching the top of your head. you’d forgotten that your ex boyfriend was a party host. you’d also forgotten that while he was bringing along some friends, heeseung was technically considered a date. throughout the duration of your relationship, siwoo was the jealous type. (which was odd since he cheated on you, so there was no point.) if another guy so much as even blinked in your direction, he would lose his shit. you think it probably had to do with your politeness too.

because of this, you never told him about beomgyu’s feelings for you out of fear that he’d make you cut ties with your best friend.

and even though he was the reason you broke up, you couldn’t help but feel bad that you were inviting someone. to be fair, you and heeseung were just friends. sure, he made you smile at your phone like a schoolgirl with a silly little crush, but it wasn’t anything beyond that. and you weren’t even ready for something more anytime soon.

your friends take note of your silence and realize just how fresh the break up is in both your mind and your heart. they knew that the constant banter and smiles you showcased were just that, for show. your kindness would sometimes outweigh your true emotions. they understood that you didn’t want to put your own feelings first, instead caring about theirs and not wanting to be a burden. it was sweet of you, but they didn’t want you to suffer alone.

beomgyu pulls you into his side, exhaling through his nose when he feels your shoulders start to move up and down. it hurt them all to see you in so much pain, and it hurt even more knowing it had been bottled up this entire time.

“i’m so sorry, n/n,” sumin frowns. “i didn’t realize that you were still so upset over him. i didn’t mean to make you sad.”

you sniffle, hiding in beomgyu’s chest as you wipe your face to seem more presentable. “it’s okay, sum. you didn’t know. and to be honest, i didn’t either.”

ryujin rubs your back soothingly and that’s the end of that conversation.

as a performer, heeseung isn’t immune to getting nervous.

in fact, he’s almost always nervous. whether it be in the recording studio, on stage, or during a vlive. the thought that he’s being perceived by so many people is a bit scary to think about, no matter how grateful he is for the opportunity.

but no amount of time being an idol could prepare him for how nervous he was about tonight.

he texts you on an almost daily basis and talks to you every tuesday and thursday, yet for some reason, seeing you outside of class was terrifying. what if you took one look at him and figured out the front he’s put up? what if you took one look at him and saw just how infatuated he was with you?

this would be your first time seeing him without a mask for him to hide behind. it was like he was baring himself to you. so i guess you could say he had every right to be afraid.

“heeseung, what are we even gonna wear?” sunghoon raises an eyebrow, the other two 02z sitting on either side of him. “just because you’re gonna reveal yourself, doesn’t mean we are.”

“yeah i’d like to stay as inconspicuous as possible.” jay adds, laying back onto the bed, his arms behind his head. jake smacks his stomach and he bounces up, grunting. “what was the reason for doing that??”

“my intrusive thoughts, sorry.” the australian smiles, cupping his cheeks innocently.

“i hope jungwon brings maeumi over again and he pisses all over your shoes.”

“what the fuck jay. how could you say that to me?”

heeseung looks at the two younger males with disgust at their conversation and sunghoon bursts into a fit of laughter. “why are you acting like you haven’t said weirder shit before?”

“yeah heeseung, did you forget that you’re a literal stalker?” jay jokes, ignoring jake’s whining that ‘manifestation is a real thing and i’m gonna blame you if maeumi actually pees on my shoes in the future.’

“yah! why do you have to be so disrespectful to your hyung?” heeseung pouts. “besides, i am not a stalker. so please stop calling me that.”

“okay stalker.” sunghoon grins, running out of the room before the older can hit him.

“one of these days, i really am gonna reach my last straw and it’ll be all of your faults,” the green haired male sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “anyways. should we match costumes?”

“absolutely not.”

“no wait, that has the potential of being cool,” jake nods. “we could do like classic horror movie villains. y’know? like michael myers and jason voorhees.”

“jake there are four of us. what about the other two?” jay deadpans.

“wait let me think,” he says, holding up a finger. “jigsaw and ghostface! and it’s even better cause they all wear masks and their outfits are simple.”

“you should be jigsaw since you’re the shortest,” sunghoon teases, coming back into the room with a bowl of tteokbokki. “aww, imagine how cute jakey would look wearing a bow tie and riding around on a tiny tricycle.” the brunette’s lips turn into a thin line as he stares at the younger with unamusement.

“i am not wearing a fuck ass bow tie.” jay and heeseung start laughing at that, the boy looking about as intimidating as a puppy.

“me and jay should be michael and jason since we look best in mechanic outfits,” sunghoon suggests, fumbling a bit with his chopsticks as he tries to pick up some tteokbokki. “heeseung, you should be ghostface.”

“i’m down with that. ghostface is cool.”

“i’ll be jason cause it’s kinda funny if you think about it.” jay snorts, sticking his hand out to silently ask sunghoon to share.

“nah this isn’t fair,” jake throws himself back. “i don’t wanna be jigsaw!”

“pick someone else then. no one said you had to be him?”

“oh, what about chucky? no one will really recognize me with the makeup. and i’ll just wear some overalls.” his new idea has him excited again.

“pretty sure you dressed like him once during border : day one and 10 months promotions.”

“i’m going to kill you, jay.”

heeseung smiles to himself, glad that his friends seemed to be more excited for the party now. he felt bad about forcing them to come along, but he’d literally disintegrate if he went alone. he wouldn’t know the first thing about going to a party or how it works. (not that either of the 02z did either, but he’d rather be with people he knows than suffer all by himself.)

he blinks when he realizes that they now needed to go buy these costumes and figure out a way to sneak out of the dorm to the party.

you adjust the plastic tiara on your head with a slight frown. ever since breakfast earlier this morning, you felt yourself reeling. you thought you had been doing good pushing aside the pain of your breakup with siwoo, especially because you hadn’t cried once. (ignoring when you got in your car after finding out that he was cheating on you.)

you didn’t want to give the whole ordeal the time of day. he didn’t deserve your tears or your sadness. and even though hyunjin and beomgyu were right about the fact that he had always been an asshole, it didn’t hurt any less. he betrayed you. he betrayed your trust. and he expected you to just show up to this halloween party like everything was okay?

ryujin and sumin knock on the threshold of your door and you can see them through the reflection of your mirror. they immediately come over to hug you, squeezing you as tightly as possible between them.

“we don’t have to go if you don’t want to. i can always find another party to hit up.” sumin says, smoothing the back of your costume.

you take one look at how hot the three of you look in your princess outfits, tailored shorter to give them a sexier feel. you shake your head ‘no’. you give them a soft smile. “it’s okay. we look too good for me to not walk in like i own the place. i’m gonna show him what he missed out on. plus, i’m not gonna flake on heeseung, that’d be unfair.”

ryujin furrows her brows. “heeseung?”

“yeah? my english partner.” you tilt your head, confused as to why she was confused.

“oh! i don’t think you’ve ever told us his name.” she says. in her head, even his name sounds familiar. she’d have to reconvene with taehyun about it later.

the rest of your friends arrive at your apartment so you could all go to the party together and you have to admit that your matching costumes were really cute. even hyunjin and felix’s yoshi onesies looked adorable. beomgyu and taehyun’s fake mustaches accentuated their mario and luigi costumes. it made it easy to forget about your worries.

the seven of you pull up to siwoo’s friend’s house, where the party was being hosted, and you almost recoil at the amount of people flooding the place. you could hear the music out on the street and the house was so full, there were patrons spilling onto the front lawn. you supposed one of the pros of being rich was living in a neighborhood where the houses were spaced out.

before you go inside, you pull your phone out to text heeseung, letting him know you were already here. you also figured the service would be shitty since there were so many partygoers packed like sardines both up and downstairs.

you and your friends received so many compliments on your matching costumes, the praise helping a great deal with your nerves. the first stop you make is at the drink table, where sumin proudly serves each of you a cup of trash can punch. taehyun grimaces.

“after this, no more. i’m driving back remember?” he points a finger at her and she rolls her eyes.

“yes i know, grandpa.”

you giggle to yourself, sipping slowly at the drink in your red solo cup. you wince at the initial taste, which is more alcohol than punch, but you know you’ll get used to it. (though hopefully not anytime soon because you wanted to be somewhat sober when heeseung showed up.)

beomgyu sneaks in beside you and pats your back gently. “are you feeling better?”

“yeah! i am actually. i think i needed that cry this morning,” you respond, giving him a closed eyed smile in return. “thanks for letting me use your hoodie as a tissue, by the way.”

“it’s no problem. my hoodies are always here if you need another one.” he jokes.

“i cannot believe we’re actually doing this,” jay whisper-yells in the back seat of the uber. “if our manager finds out we’re dead meat.”

“it’s okay. jungwon, sunoo, and riki said they would cover for us if they needed to.” jake says, shifting uncomfortably on heeseung’s lap.

they didn’t want to risk being recognized by their uber driver, so all four of them sat in the back, the shortest member having to lap it. the eldest pinches the bridge of his nose.

“jake, can you stop doing that? my legs are asleep because you’re so fucking heavy.”

“i am not that heavy! if anything i weigh the least out of us all.” he gasps, offended by the comment. sunghoon snorts, holding in the laughter he so badly wanted to release.

as soon as you texted that you were at the party, heeseung and the rest of the hyung line set their escape plan in motion. they ordered an uber to pick them up down the street to avoid suspicion, sneaking out of the dorm as quietly as possible, without triggering the surveillance. sunoo and riki were their watch dogs as they did so, ready to alert them if they would be compromised.

though jungwon said he would bail them out if they got into any trouble, he didn’t want any part in their break out. so instead he was watching tv in the living room while the other two maknaes peeked out of the windows as if they were spies.

now here the four older members were, smushed in the back seat of an uber on their way to the party.

when the car rolls up in front of the house, the boys all but practically fall out, in a rush to stretch their legs and get fresh air. (which was a bit difficult thanks to their masks. ((aside from jake, who looked almost unrecognizable in his chucky costume.))

the aforementioned male looks up at the party venue and whistles. “damn why can’t we live in a house this big?”

“i would pick the room furthest away from all of you.” jay says, and because of his jason mask, they can’t tell if he’s being serious or not.

“okay! let me text y/n and then let’s go in.” heeseung clasps his hands together, pulling out his phone from the pocket of his pants. he didn’t want to look stupid in the black dress that ghostface actually wears, so instead he just wore a black hoodie and black jeans.

when they finally make it inside, they’re met with the smell of sweat, alcohol, and marijuana, two of which being scents they were most definitely not used to. sunghoon gulps, leaning in so his friends could hear him better.

“this is like filming the drunk-dazed music video all over again…”

heeseung blocks out everyone around him, listening intently to see if he could find the person he came here for. it wouldn’t be the hardest feat to manage due to his exceptional listening skills. (and the fact that he had your voice burned into his brain.)

for a second he feels stupid for thinking that idea would work, but then he hears your laugh. his heart skips a beat at how melodic it is, still not used to hearing it so often. he spots you in the crowd along with your friends, watching as you excuse yourself from them, most likely to use the bathroom.

he knows it’s a bit creepy to follow you, but he wanted to talk to you as soon as possible. the boys are perplexed at first, since he walked off without a word, but they quickly realize he must’ve found you and decide to just enjoy the party for themselves.

you’re about five feet away from the bathroom when a hand grabs your shoulder, turning you to face them. your stomach twists when you see that it’s not heeseung, but siwoo, dressed in a pirate costume. he flips up his eyepatch and grins at you. “you came? i’m honestly surprised.”

“i’m with my friends.” you say simply, trying to cut the conversation short. he furrows his eyebrows at how dismissive you’re being. you’ve always been sweet to everyone, even when you’re upset with them. this was something he’d never seen from you before and he didn’t like it.

“why are you speaking to me like that?” his lips press together into a line, showing his distaste.

“i need to use the bathroom, siwoo. please leave me alone.” you sigh. you didn’t want to argue. not here. not now. not ever again. needless to say, you didn’t need to use the bathroom anymore.

“y/n, why do you suddenly think it’s okay to be disrespectful?” he refutes.

not much further away, heeseung can sense the tension coming from the two of you. and from what he could hear, he assumes that asshole was the ex that you told him about. knowing the kind of person you were, non-confrontational, he decides to step in for you.

“hey man, she asked you to leave her alone. it’s not any of my business but i’m not gonna let you talk to a girl that way.” the green haired male says firmly, inserting himself between you and siwoo.

the latter sizes heeseung up as best he can, but because of his mask, he doesn’t have much to work with. just that the difference in height was not worth the fight. siwoo narrows his eyes with a huff and walks away, muttering ‘whatever’ to himself.

you hold a hand to your chest and let out a sigh of relief. heeseung turns around and smiles at you, mentally face palming when he realizes you can’t see it.

“thank you for that, i really appreciate it.” you bow.

he laughs at how cute you are, even dressed like a ‘sexy’ princess peach. you were a cute person inside and out. (he honestly was just trying not to focus on the costume because it was driving him insane and he felt like he might explode from how gorgeous you were. it didn’t help that he was a nintendo fanatic.)

“y/n, it’s me. heeseung.”

“oh my god! i’m so sorry,” you gasp, laughing along with him. “you know, when i invited you, i was not expecting even more of your face to be covered up.”

he scratches the back of his neck and extends his hand. “actually, that’s something i wanted to talk to you about. but we need to be alone. can we go somewhere more private? i promise i’m not gonna kidnap you.”

you were curious about what he had to say, so you nod, accepting his hand and leading him to the bathroom you were going to occupy not too long ago. you lean against the counter, giving him a reassuring smile. “you sound nervous. is everything okay?”

“y/n, i’m not sure if you know this already, but i’m into you. i’m so into you that i’m here right now, about to make the riskiest decision of my life, yet it feels worth it for you. we’ve only known each other for a couple weeks, but it’s like i’ve known you forever. conversation flows so easily with you and i can truly be myself without being afraid that you’ll judge me,” heeseung exhales, fiddling with his fingers. “i know you just got out of a really long relationship and i know things didn’t end well, so i don’t expect you to feel the same. however, i needed to come clean before i do this. and i need to do this so you can find out from me firsthand.”

your heart beats a mile a minute, pounding so fast you think it’ll leap out of your chest. you weren’t sure how heeseung felt about you and now that you knew, you thought you might pass out. his confession wasn’t even the most confusing part, aside from blindsiding you. what was it that he so desperately needed to do?

he takes a deep breath when your eyebrows knit together and reaches for the bottom of his ghostface mask, pulling it up anxiously. he catches his reflection in the mirror behind you, using his free hand to ruffle his disheveled hair.

your eyes widen at the sight before you and suddenly everything clicks in your head; why he always wore a face mask, why he always wore hats, the reason your partners were given so discreetly. he wasn’t just someone who happened to be named lee heeseung.

he was the lee heeseung — enhypen’s ace.

his green hair and kind eyes pair up to the pictures you’ve seen of him on twitter perfectly, and you weren’t prepared for how handsome he was in person. in fact, you weren’t prepared to learn that ‘cute mysterious boy’ from english had been a kpop idol this entire time. you felt a little slow for not connecting the dots sooner.

“please say something.” he says, noticing your silence and your shock.

“i— i don’t know what to… i’m a bit— uh— i’m a bit overwhelmed right now,” that was an understatement. “i’m trying to wrap my head around this.”

he runs a hand through his messy hair and sighs. “i wasn’t supposed to tell you my identity. i wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, for the sake of my privacy at school. the only person who knew was our professor, which is why he’s been so accommodating, but i couldn’t lie to you. it felt wrong. and my members thought you’d be a good exception.”

you half-smile at that, even though your brain was still processing this all. “thank you for telling me, heeseung. it must’ve been so hard to go against the rules for me, but it means a lot that you wanted to be honest with me.”

“in general, you make me want to be the best version of myself that i can be, y/n. i think you have that effect on people.” he laughs nervously.

you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, looking down briefly when a thought crosses your mind. you glance back up at heeseung. it might not be the brightest of ideas, but there was so much more you needed to discuss, and a bathroom at a party was not the place to do it. “do— do you wanna get out of here for a bit?”

he grins, that signature heeseung grin that you’ve dreamt of seeing without a mask to hide it, and your stomach flutters with butterflies. “yeah. i’d like that.”

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