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heesdreamer · 9 months

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Forgotten Consequences

PAIRING ➩ jake x reader (bsfs little brother au)

SUMMARY ➩ Your bestfriends little brother comes back from Australia and catches your attention despite knowing the consequences

WARNINGS ➩ ages aren’t specified but reader is a few years older than Jake and considers him “barely an adult”, RLLY ROUGH SM*T, like no joke it’s rough be warned, consent is there even though reader says no (she def wants it!), d*ddy is used sorry lol… this is straight up p*rn so there’s your warning. Jake is rough and borders obsessive

WC ➩ 5.7k

AUTHORS NOTE ➩ Not exactly pleased my return to the writing world is basically PWP lol but here it is… there’s a larger story here I’m considering writing so lmk if you’re interested. Sorry to keep you guys missing me, take this as an apology piece

“Your brother is a lot taller than I remember him being Chaeyoung.”

You briefly glanced over to the side once you heard Lily’s voice start to whisper, seeing her leaning into the other girls side as she tried to be as discreet as possible.

Both of them were staring out at something in the yard and you followed their gaze until you landed on Jake standing in the corner, picking up something off of the snack table and looking as bored as you felt at this ridiculous party.

“If you hook up with my little brother I’ll actually kill you.” Chaeyoung’s voice was flat and deadly serious but her face didn’t show any actual signs of caring about the conversation, rolling her eyes and taking a sip of her drink before looking away and letting Lily lay on her shoulder.

Your eyebrow raised slightly at the interaction before your gaze was floating back over to the boy instinctively.

He hadn’t been home from the dance school in Australia long and this was only your second time seeing him since. You’d grown up together but you’d never paid him much mind outside of when Chaeyoung gave him funny makeovers and made him dance to girl group songs with you and your friends. Other than that he wasn’t necessarily somebody on your radar.

It was impossible to not notice the difference in him now.

Mainly the fact he was almost double the size he had been when he left, clearly hitting puberty now and apparently the gym considering how large his shoulders looked underneath the washed out black hoodie he was wearing.

He’d obviously gotten a new sense of style in his time away too and it was one that you were almost annoyingly attracted to. His hair was longer and stuck in his face most the time, earbuds peaking out from behind the dark strands whenever he pushed it back with his large hand and you could’ve sworn you’d posted the shoes he was currently wearing on your Instagram story a few months ago.

You watched him as he started to make his way back inside, completely ignoring the party going on around him and not even sparing a glance at the people in his backyard and living room.

When he was younger, he always wanted to be involved, especially when it had to do with Chaeyoung and your friends. You remember seeing her send him back up to his room dozens of times when he tried to hang out with you guys, always greeting you and the others enthusiastically.

A frown was forming on your face at his indifferent attitude before you were glancing back at your friends, glad to see they were lost in their own conversation and not noticing the way your eyes had been locked on your bestfriends little brother for the better part of the last ten minutes.

They were so distracted that they also didn’t notice the way you were scooting off of the outdoor bench, adjusting your skirt and balancing yourself slightly before you were heading inside and following the path you’d seen the younger boy taking. You were a bit thrown off when you entered the house again, the atmosphere a lot more intense and dizzying than the outside partygoers had been.

But you knew Jake wouldn’t have stuck around this type of environment long so you pushed your way through the crowd and continued on your way upstairs to where you knew he’d be, raising your fist and knocking on his door before you thought twice about it.

You froze up slightly at the speed in which he swung open his bedroom door, a heavy glare set on his face and you could hear music coming from deeper in the room, having seemingly abandoned his headphones. His eyes widened for just a second when he realized it was you in the hallway before he was forcing on an expression of indifference.

“Y/N? Whats up?” He was asking but his tone was lazy like he didn’t care, luckily you knew better and could clearly read the curiosity in his eyes.

You ignored his question and pushed into the room, taking a deep breath once inside before turning towards him with a raised eyebrow. He was sighing and closing the door behind you, leaning against it for a second once he realized what your expression was directed towards.

“You smoke?” You were finally speaking and he tensed at the sound of your voice, looking way more intimidating with the way he was lazily leaned against his door and accidentally trapping you inside the room. You took a seat on his bed and watched him curiously, waiting for an answer.

You didn’t necessarily need one considering you were now noticing how lazy his eyes were, gaze low and hazy as he stared at you sitting on his bed and the corner of his lips turned up into a half smirk at your stern voice and scolding demeanor.

“You gonna tell on me Y/N?” His tone was teasing now and you kept watching him as he pushed off the door, crossing the room until he was flopping back into his bed.

Luckily he kept some distance between the two of you, sitting up so his back was propped up on his headboard and his knee was pointed towards the ceiling. You were still sitting on the edge of his bed but you turned your body so you could face him better, adjusting your skirt with the movement. You took one final glance towards the door, eyes falling down to the turned lock on the knob.

“I’m sure I could be convinced to not tell.” You were responding to him slowly, keeping your voice light so he knew you weren’t serious. His eyes darkened a touch but you continued on with your light teasing. “Maybe if you were open to sharing.”

You weren’t exactly sure how you ended up in Jake Sim’s bedroom smoking weed with him, sitting fully on his bed now with your legs crossed underneath you and grazing fingers every time he passed the bowl over in your direction.

You kept picturing Chaeyoung walking into the room, seeing the way you were looking at him every time he was breathing smoke outwards into the air. You wondered if she’d care, wondered if she’d realize where your mind had gone and then you’d shift on the bed and feel the tension in the room and know there was no way she wouldn’t suffocate in it.

He was watching you now in a way that you knew was past the line of friendly, miles past the line of being your bestfriends younger brother, and for the first time since entering his room you got nervous. So nervous that you inhaled wrong and the smoke traveled to a tighter part of your chest, sending you lurching forward in a rough cough as you patted your torso a couple times to try and clear your airways.

Jake was chuckling at your amateurish smoking skills and you sent him a glare as another cough ripped through you, moving your hand to send a soft punch towards his knee for his teasing.

“Wanna know a better way to get the smoke down?” His voice was low, lower than it already was and you remember being frozen the first time you heard him speak when he originally got back, deep and silky as he muttered a halfhearted greeting in your direction.

You gave him a curious look even though you already had an idea of where this was heading, wondering how far he was planning to take this. You only responded with a soft nod now that your coughs had died down and left your throat with a burning sensation, worsening when a gasp ripped through you at the feeling of him wrapping his hands underneath your knees and tugging you closer on the bed.

He moved you completely effortlessly and your eyes were wide and panicked, still sitting with your legs crossed but now you were directly in front of him and your knees were bumping into one of his, his other leg stretch out along your side and effectively forming a cage around you.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Your warning was coming out far less stern than you’d hoped it would, voice weak and almost teasing again despite how serious you were.

His eyebrow cocked at this and you immediately knew it was the wrong thing to say considering the challenging glint forming in his eye now. He was swaying forward so his face was close to yours, way too close considering you felt his nose graze you for just a second before he was pulling back so he could stare down at your tense features.

“Keep your mouth open.” He was speaking suddenly and you could feel his breath on your lips, his tone light but commanding enough that for some reason you were immediately nodding your head and parting your lips for him.

He wasn’t wasting any time, sitting up enough so he could light the bowl once more and inhale it deep, holding it there in his chest easily for a few seconds before he was leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. It wasn’t a kiss but it was enough for your eyes to flutter closed, leaning forward to press tighter against him but still not enough to feel his mouth completely on yours.

It was completely sensual, the way he was breathing out the smoke into your mouth from his own, almost suffocating as you inhaled a shaky breath softly and swayed further against him to try to avoid letting it escape.

“Breathe it in.” He was directing you again now that the smoke was out of his mouth and inside yours, not bothering to lean back and give you space as he started to speak and you could feel his lip brushing against yours for just a second. “C‘mon hold it for me. You can take it deeper than that.”

Your eyes were widening in surprise at his suggestive words, letting the smoke out before you were planning to and sitting up straight to try and put some distance between the two of you. He didn’t seem bothered at all by your reaction and for a second you wondered if you had just misheard him, let your own guilty thoughts and insecurities take his words to mean something besides smoking.

It didn’t help that your stomach was flipping with want now, face reddening and getting warmer as you replayed what he had said in your mind.

“Do it again.” You were requesting it in a whisper and you weren’t exactly sure what you were asking for, judging yourself for secretly hoping he’d repeat his innuendo laced words so you could hear it in his voice again. Instead he was grabbing the bowl and placing it between the two of you, lighting it again and inhaling.

You didn’t have too much time to be disappointed considering he was immediately lowering it and connecting your lips again, not even giving you time to open your mouth to collect the smoke.

He seemed to take matters into his own hands and you felt his tongue pressing against your sealed lips, prying them open so he could tilt his head and funnel the smoke into your throat. For a second you were chasing after his tongue with your own, nearly kissing him fully in a deeper lust fueled high, but he was cupping your jaw briefly and closing your mouth so you were forced to breathe in the smoke.

It was settling deep in your chest and this time you held it for him, looking up at him slightly through your eyelashes with watery eyes and he had a more satisfied expression on his face now that you were listening to him.

“Good girl.” He was humming out the word casually but your mouth parted in surprise, legs instinctively clenching together as you let the smoke filter back out and hit his face instead. The smirk on his face told you that he had definitely noticed your reaction and you were starting to lose all feelings of guilt and hesitation, being replaced with something much more terrible.

Something so intense that you couldn’t stop yourself from rocking forward and pressing your lips against his fully.

He thankfully was immediately reciprocating and you tried not to think about where he learned to kiss this intensely, hands coming up to cup your face and keep you locked against him as you moved together. You’d rocked forward so far that you nearly knocked him over back against the bed, leaning over his lap now as you desperately kissed him deeper and deeper.

It took for his hand sliding down your back, attempting to pull you fully onto his awaiting lap, for you to snap out of it and sit up straight with a small gasp.

Your hand was reaching up to touch your lips and you tried to ignore the fact they were wet from his mouth, looking at him and scanning from his confused eyes down to his own swollen lips that most likely mirrored the state of your own. Your body was lit up with need and it didn’t help that he was still touching you, hand resting on your lower back like he was waiting for you to kiss him again.

“We can’t do this.” You were telling him sternly in a panicked voice, shaking your head desperately to try and make sure he understood and that your point was getting across to him.

His hand was sliding down lower and roughly squeezing, resting on the curve of your ass and sending your hips forward and more onto his. A soft gasp was slipping from your mouth, followed by a breathy whine at the feeling of him hardening and pressing against your front, even more unbearable considering he wasn’t moving his hand and was instead softly groping your behind and rocking you against him.

“But we’re going to.” He was responding to your rejection in a casual tone, sounding more confident than he was pushy and you let out another soft whine as you gave him a bewildered look. “You followed me up here, you came into my room in this tiny little skirt and climbed into my bed because you wanted me to fuck you.”

You were instinctively shaking your head in panicked denial but your hands were going to his shoulders, pulling yourself forward onto his lap fully and mewling softly at the feeling of him completely pressing against you.

He didn’t say anything else as you started to desperately move against him, your head falling forward and landing in the crook of his neck as you lifted yourself up and down slowly so you could feel him under you at every possible angle. His large hands were holding you roughly and lifting you every time you struggled, pushing your skirt up further on your hips so he could feel your bare skin and lace panties.

“Fuck fuck.” You were panting out into his neck and arching your back into him, a shiver rolling down your spine when he was harshly tugging at your underwear so it was pressed painfully against your sensitive clit.

“God, do you always get this wet?” He was finally started to sound affected and you let out an embarrassed sob at his words, hand sliding up the back of his neck until it was tangled in his long hair. You imagined you were already a mess considering how desperate you were feeling, an overwhelming heat mixing with your high and stopping you from thinking about anything other than Jake.

“Let me fuck you baby, let daddy fix this.” He was talking so sweetly in your ear in his low voice.

You were shaking your head again but you already knew your resolve was falling apart, feeling nearly inhuman with how much you longed to be full of something, especially if it was him. You were aching in your panties and the forbidden image of your best friends little brother stuffing you and making the ache go away was nearly making you drool.

“How old are you Jae?” You were gasping out and lifting your head out of his neck to look at his face clearly, fearing his response and knowing you had a right to the fear considering for the first time his eyes flashed with guilt and worry. You were quickly doing the math in your head and gasping again, sitting up even more and stopping your rocking against him. “Oh my god you’re barely legal.”

He suddenly looked really annoyed and you felt bad for getting this far with him, knowing you had no choice but to stop what you were doing and reject the boy before anything more happened.

Messing around with your best friends brother was one thing but doing it while he was just barely an official adult was too much for your conscience, even if you weren’t that much older than him.

He seemed to have a totally different idea than you considering he was scoffing in annoyance before he was pausing and then flipping you completely over, ripping a shriek from you as your back unexpectedly hit the bed and he was left hovering over you. You froze up in shock as he impatiently undid the buttons on your skirt that was still pushed up on your waist, tugging it down and tossing it somewhere across the room.

“Don’t act like you care about how old I am.” He was barely looking at you as he spoke with anger lacing his voice, looking at your nearly bare bottom half for a few seconds before he was glancing up at you to check for your reaction. “Let me eat your pussy.”

You were letting out a loud laugh of disbelief, lacking any humor as you clamped your thighs shut and shook your head. “I mean it Jake, we can’t do this. It’s wrong.”

His large hands were squeezing your ankles for a second before sliding up your legs softly, your breath getting shakier as he reached your knees and slowly separated your legs. You both could tell you weren’t actually showing any attempt to stop him, not even putting up a fight as he lowered his face closer to your core and you could feel his breath over the wet spot covering your panties.

“It’s wrong that you want my tongue so bad your thighs are soaked.” He was talking in between the kisses he was laying on your skin, getting closer and closer to the thin fabric separating you and the point of no return. “Would be wrong to let you leave my room without my cum in your stomach.”

“Please, you need to stop.” You were breathing it out in a moan once he finally was placing a kiss over your covered core, softly running his tongue along your wetness and humming softly. The vibrations went straight to your clit and your hips rolled off the bed, pushing his face straight against you. “Oh fuck.”

He let out something that sounded almost like a growl before he was pushing your panties to the side and diving into your wet folds, wasting no time in sticking his tongue as deep as he possibly could get it and ignoring the way you nearly screamed and tried to close your legs around his head. He used his free hand to aggressively slam your knee back against the bed, opening you up completely for him and practically making out with your cunt.

It was completely lewd and disgusting, the wet noises filling the room as he ate you out with a level of expertise that almost made your stomach turn with curiosity if it wasn’t for how good he was making you feel.

Your hand was going to his hair to pull him out of your core but plans changed when he was sucking your clit into his mouth softly, instead keeping him locked in place with his long strands between your fingers. He abandoned your sensitive bud to go back to trying to stick his tongue as deep inside you as he could, turning his head so he was pushing into your tight hole and he moaned against you, the vibration nearly pulling another scream from you.

“Please Jake, oh my god please.” You almost thought you were begging for him to stop but you both knew you weren’t, lifting your hips up every time he tried to take a breath in an attempt to keep him buried in your cunt as long as possible.

“Wanna cum on my tongue or my cock baby?” He was lifting his head up to question you and you were thrown off by how easily it rolled off his tongue, how confident he seemed to be in being able to fuck you properly and make you cum with no question. You rarely came from hookups and definitely left unsatisfied more often than not but something about the glare in his eyes made you believe him.

You were apparently taking too long to answer considering he was climbing back on top of you and adjusting you slightly, moving your body like it weighed nothing.

“Don’t know how long I’ve wanted you like this Y/N. Going to show you what a real man feels like inside this slutty little hole.” He was reaching down and rubbing his fingers against you for emphasis, smirking when you let out a shaky breath and your stomach clenched. “Beg for daddy to fuck you baby, let everyone hear how much you want me.”

You were shaking your head and letting out an actual sob now, tears heavy as they rolled down your face and landed on the bed underneath you. He looked completely unaffected by your emotional reaction to the humiliation and pure want you felt for him.

It didn’t matter what he said now and it didn’t matter even if his sister walked into the room and saw him on top of you like this, you’d realized from the second you entered the room that you’d let him do anything to you that he wanted and that fact drove you absolutely insane with guilt and embarrassment. He seemed to know it as much as you did considering he was silent and patient as he waited for you to get ahold of yourself, knowing you’d end up begging for him regardless.

“Please Jake I need you so bad, need you to fuck me baby please.” You were pleading with him through a sob, grabbing onto his shoulders and trying to lift your hips to meet his and show him how desperate you were.

His eyes darkened the more you spoke and for the first time since entering his room you felt genuinely anxious, letting out a cry as he swiftly moved his hand up so it was pressing on your throat and restricting your breathing. Your eyes widened at his sudden aggression even though you were beginning to understand your mistake.

“Say it again and say it right or I’ll throw you out of my room with nothing but your dripping cunt.” He was leaning down to spit the words into your ear and you let out an embarrassing whine, another rush of heat running through you. “You like that huh… like when I get rough with you?”

You were nodding the best you could with his hand around your throat, the sting of the pressure making more wetness rush out of you as complete desperation took over your mind and left you feeling dizzy and out of it. Out of it enough that your tongue was hanging out of your mouth before you realized it, mouth opening as you stared up at him with watering eyes and heavy eyelashes.

He let off some of the tension around your throat just enough for you to be able to speak in a weak voice.

“Please daddy please give me your spit, I’ll be a good girl I promise.” You were practically sobbing as you begged him and his eyes were basically darkened to pitch black at this point, staring down at you with a hunger you’d never experienced from someone before. “Can do whatever you want to me, I’ll take it.”

Jake aggressively gripped your jaw and tugged your head closer towards his, waiting until you were eagerly sticking your tongue back out for him so he could spit roughly into your mouth. Before you got a chance to swallow it he was chasing after his spit with his own tongue, licking against yours until he was practically in your throat. You hummed softly and bobbed your head so he was even deeper, wanting him inside you in every way humanly possible.

“God you’ve gotta let me fuck you now or I’m going to hurt you.” He was pulling back to speak through gritted teeth, nearly looking pained as he was roughly sitting you up and tugging off the sweater you’d been wearing, leaving you completely bare outside of your panties that were beyond stretched from the way he was holding them.

“Hurt me.” You were begging him for it before you even processed that you wanted it, the imagine of him holding you down and shoving himself so deep inside you that you couldn’t handle the stretch making your stomach tighten with want. “Please Jake hurt me.”

“Don’t even know what you’re fucking begging for, you’re such a slut you don’t even care how I fuck you.” He sounded so angry but you knew he was just as affected as you, tugging you up and back into his lap so you were straddling him again. He sucked one of your nipples into his mouth for just a second before he was letting it go to speak again. “Wanna drag you down to that packed living room and take you in front for everyone there, let everyone watch me stuff you so deep your stomachs bulging.”

You were dizzy now, almost worried you were going to pass out from how overwhelmed you were and he’d barely even touched you so far.

You were desperately rolling your hips into his again and he was surprisingly letting you, guiding you as you bounced in his lap and practically rode him despite the fact he was still fully clothed. The image of you, bouncing on his hard on while practically naked and dripping down your thighs compared to him being fully dressed and composed made you feel even dizzier and you found yourself longing for what he was describing.

“Gonna make me feel so full daddy please, I’m sorry.” You could feel his hardness pressing against you every time you bounced and you were so turned on you couldn’t even find the time to be embarrassed you were probably soaking the fabric of his pants, the time to be humiliated you were calling a boy younger than you daddy.

“Should be fucking sorry.” He was growling out the words again and flipping you over easily so your stomach was on the bed instead, lifting you up by your hips so your ass was perfectly presented for him.

He didn’t hesitate before he was sending a sharp smack to your bare skin, immediately ripping a pained yelp from you that faded off into a desperate whine. You were adjusting yourself so you were pushing your ass towards him more and silently communicating you wanted him to hit you again, sobbing into his bed and pressing your face into the blanket to try to muffle the sounds of your cries.

Thankfully, he was understanding and roughly hitting you again. You knew he wasn’t using his full strength considering how strong he was but he definitely wasn’t going easy on you and you could feel yourself leaking even more at the pain.

“Tell me you’re sorry for never looking my way when I was a kid.” His words were barely being processed by you since you were so dizzy but you cried harder at the sound of his deep voice commanding you. “Sorry for being such a fucking slut but never giving me the chance to fill this pussy up.”

“Only want you to fill me please.” You were being immeasurably too loud but you didn’t even slightly care, completely serious in your desires for him to be inside you no matter who was watching. “M so sorry Jae please, please.”

You could hear the sound of his belt coming undone behind you and you nearly cried with relief, adjusting even more so you were completely presenting your ass and core to him. You wanted him to see how much you belonged to him so he’d have no choice but to fuck you.

He must’ve finished undressing his lower half because you could feel him pressing against you and your back arched at the realization his skin was pressing against yours, a loud whine sounding through the room when you felt his bare cock rubbing against your folds and thighs experimentally. You pushed against him harder and he reached up to squeeze the fat around your hips roughly in annoyance, a silent warning as he groaned softly.

“Gonna stuff you now and you’re going to lay here and take it.” He was grunting as he spoke and you sucked in a sharp breath when the head of his cock caught on your hole, pushing in just enough for you to realize he was a lot thicker than you’d prepared for. “Fuck you’re so tight, I’m going to end up in your stomach.”

You arched at his words and whined into his blankets, pushing your hips back against his so he was going deeper inside you. The stretch was knocking the air out of your chest but you nearly cried with how full he was going to make you feel.

“Please daddy please, I’ll be such a good girl for you I promise.” You were pathetically pleading with him and you knew for a fact that if anybody had drunkenly wondered upstairs they could definitely hear you, but you didn’t care about anything other than him in this moment and he was driving you crazy with how slow he was pushing into you.

He was finally losing his control and fucking himself deep inside of you in one go, bottoming out as you both took deep breaths and tried not to lose it before you’d even started.

The sound of him groaning above you was making you even more needy and you were overwhelmed with how much you wanted to keep hearing him make sounds like that, instinctively clenching around his length and feeling the way he was throbbing deep inside you.

You were basically sobbing with pleasure just from his first stroke into you when he pulled out completely, your body reacting intensely to the emptiness as you immediately looked over your shoulder and prepared to beg for him to fuck you again, stopping mid sentence when he was turning you back over on your back so you were able to see him again.

He was slamming himself back into you before you even adjusted to the position and he felt ten times deeper now, a pained grunt falling from your lips as he started to finally actually fuck you.

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight Y/N. I thought you were a whore but you feel brand new for me baby.” His facial expression as he spoke through gritted teeth and continued to thrust into you made you dizzy and you desperately reached out to hold his arms to try and ground yourself.

“Just for y-you Jake, only wanna be this full with you.” You were practically delirious as you cried and spoke to him but your words seemed to turn him on more considering he was slamming into you harder, clearly enjoying the level of ownership you were voicing towards him.

You didn’t want to internalize any of the things he said about you not paying attention to him before, knowing if you stopped and considered what he was implying you’d not be able to go through with this.

He was skilled at distracting you considering he was reaching forward to aggressively grab at your wrist, placing your hand against your stomach and pressing down so harshly you grunted in upset as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The lack of understanding didn’t last long considering it took only two more rolls of his hips inside you for you to feel what he was intending, your stomach bulging slightly from his size forcing itself deeper.

“Feel that?” He was rasping and you looked up to meet his gaze for the first time since he entered you, taken back by how dark and deadly his eyes were. “You’re mine now.”

You were nodding quickly in confirmation, not because you agreed with what he was saying necessarily but because of the wave of fear you felt seeing how serious and cold his expression was.

He had managed to already get you shockingly close between the foreplay and rough manhandling and it wasn’t long before you were feeling the familiar tightness in your stomach, only worsening when he was leaning down and catching your mouth in the sloppiest kiss of the night. It was bordering painful and filthy, exactly what you needed to distract you from how wrong this was and exactly what you needed to have you finishing around his length with a sharp inhale into his mouth.

You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him kissing you even after you’d came, letting him know it was okay to keep fucking himself deeper inside you.

It was just enough to help you forget everything outside of the feeling of him on top of you and you felt drunk with how much you wanted to stay in this moment. You were terrified by how much he seemed worth the consequences when you had him like this, how much you wanted him even when the door was swinging open and a loud shriek was coming from the hallway.

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summary: he's the most powerful & ruthless mafia boss in the city, and she's just a music store owner. but once he hears her singing voice, he wants nothing more than to hear it for the rest of his life..and she's not so sure about that.. he'll do anything to change that. wc: 3.1k

warnings: none this time around!

a/n: hi babies! I disappeared again but I swear I'm here! I won't lie to you all, I lost momentum for a bit but my dear love @gurugirl gave me the idea of repurposing my jjk fics for Harry! so this is my first attempt at that. I hope you all enjoy!

Harry had been renovating his new estate for about a year now. Deciding on only the best of the best, but when it came to musical items that he wanted placed variously around his house; he wanted something more lived in. More story holding. Something that looks like it had been used and loved by many. That’s where he found you and your little shop “Encore Records” in the heart of downtown.

He wanted a grand piano, but he didn't just want any grand piano. He wanted the grand piano you had on display in your store. The one your grandfather left to you from his touring days. Your grandfather was a traveling artist, carting this piano around to every city, every country. It’d been more places than you. It sat dead center in your shop, surrounded by records, plants and various instruments customers could test out before placing orders. The only thing unavailable to order was the piano. It served as a centerpiece that you played fairly often, especially while customers perused the store and Ellie ran the cash register.

Harry had been stopping in probably two or three times a week to try talking you into selling him the piano for his home; not taking no for an answer. Sometimes Ellie would have to fend him off while you were working in the back. Ellie would then always dash to the back to tell you what happened before another customer would walk in.

“That big mafia guy was in here again!” she says, tapping you on the shoulder.

“Huh?” you ask, pulling one of your earbuds out., slightly startled from the touch.

“You know, the tall darkhaired one who’s hot as fuck, and defintely thinks the same about you,” Ellie says, motioning to your frame, giggling at your disgusted look. “The one with the huge hands,” she winked at you.

“Ellie, he wants the piano, not me.”

“Girl, he wants both.” she chuckles, “You’re allowed to be proud of yourself,” and she's leaving you alone. Proud of yourself for what? For some Yakuza man coming into your store every day, possibly scaring off possible customers? Not everyone wants to come in here when there’s a guy with a gun strapped to his chest, followed by three other men who are also armed.

He’d offered you millions of dollars in return for the piano, but no amount of money could replace the memories you have sitting with your grandfather at this piano every night while he taught you how to play. Or the nights you’d gotten to be with him on tour and see him on stage sitting at the damn thing every night. There was no way you were going to give it up. But there was no way he was going to give up either.

It was a rainy Tuesday the next time Harry decided to come in. Another attempt at your piano, but today something in him changed.

Walking in, Harry notices you’d just opened so there weren't any customers yet. You still haven't fixed the doorbell either, another thing he’ll have to chastise you for today. He hears you before he sees you, singing along with the radio playing Forever Young by Rod Stewart through the speakers of your store, as you stand behind the counter on a step ladder rearranging the wall of weekly favorites.

“And may you grow to be proud

Dignified and true..”

Harry can’t believe his ears; the angelic timbre of your voice and how it just rolls right off of your tongue so effortlessly.

“And do unto others

As you'd have done to you..”

He could listen to you all day long. In fact, he just might. He takes a seat on the piano bench, and just listens.

“Be courageous and be brave

And in my heart you'll always stay

Forever young, forever young

Forever young, forever young”

Once the song is over, you turn on the stool to grab something behind you, and you're startled by Harry’s presence.

“Jesus, Styles. Didn’t anyone teach you to knock?” you nearly fall off of the ladder,

“On a business’ door? No.” he smirks at you. “Didn’t anyone tell you to fix your doorbell? Pretty sure I did last week. And the week before that,” Harry counts on his fingers, scolding you, “I’ll just have someone come do it for you.” He snaps his fingers, pointing at the man standing on his right. A tall, broad man with blonde hair. He smiles as he pulls his phone from inside his jacket.

“No, no Styles. Boundaries, remember?” you watch as he strides over to you, offering you his hand to help you off the ladder, but you ignore his gesture; placing your hands on the back of the ladder, stepping down, and turning to face him.

“Birdie, I’m not taking no for an answer. Your safety is at risk, and that’s not okay.” He retorts, the blonde haired man already returning from making the phone call. He looks to Harry, giving him a singular nod, to which Harry nods back. “Repair man will be here soon.”

“Why do you even care? If I died, you could probably get a good deal on the piano.” your eyes involuntarily roll, “And I told you Birdie is reserved for my friends and those fortunate enough to see me naked, and you are neither of those things. Nor are you buying my piano.” Your hands are planted firmly on your hips as the words leave you.

Birdie was a nickname your grandfather gave you when you were young. Always running about singing like a bird. He’d scoop you up and you’d squeal, making him laugh with you. You were just a little birdie that wanted to sing her heart out. It’s what your mother wanted before she passed away. This store was your way of honoring your mother and your grandfather. They both instilled your love of music into you.

Mom loved singing karaoke anywhere she could; praying she’d get recognized by someone who saw potential in her. And oh boy, did she. But she had you and you were her main priority and nobody could deal with that when she’d mentioned she had a daughter to the talent agents. Her heart was broken but watching you grow up was what she really enjoyed. She just made sure you had the same love for music as she did.

“Ouch, you don’t see me as a friend yet? I practically come to see you every day.” he trails his fingertips up your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Plus, if you were to die, I wouldn't be able to ask you to sing to me every day.”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that. Nobody was,” you mutter. Nobody had heard you sing since before your grandfather passed away. He always begged you to go on tour with him and sing some of his songs with him but you always doubted your ability.

“Well, maybe if your doorbell was working, you could have stopped before I did.” The cocky man stands before you, hands in his pockets as he retracts them.

“Do you like hearing the sound of your own voice? Wouldn’t you rather listen to music?”

“Mm, sometimes. But the only music I want to hear is your voice telling me “I love you” for the rest of my life.”

“Fat chance, Mr. Mafia man. Now, if you’re not here for anything other than to bother me about my doorbell and my piano, please leave.” your hands make haste to wipe the counter off before you lean back on the ladder. “What about a date?” you nearly choke on your own oxygen at his question.

“I’m sorry?” you giggle your response, unable to believe what he’d just said. Maybe Ellie was right.

“You don’t have to apologize,” he chuckles, “I’ll repeat it for you. I’d like to take you out on a date, Birdie.”

“Sty–”

“Harry. I’ve told you to call me Harry.” You don't miss the way his men behind him offer each other uneasy glances. He must not let anyone refer to him by his first name, and you’re not about to start either.

“Styles, that’s not going to happen.”

“You wound me some more,” he dramatically clutches his chest, “I’ll change your mind one day.. Just watch,” he says as he makes his way to the door, his men leaving before he does. “Have a good day, Birdie. See you tomorrow.”

You’re staring into space as he leaves, thinking of the extravagant date he’d probably take you on. He’d probably be able to give you the Pretty Woman moment you’ve always dreamed of. The heels, the long red dress, the lipstick to perfectly match and the updo hairstyle to tie it all together. Harry would probably make the best Edward Lewis in your life. But you’d never admit that out loud.

An unknown amount of time passes before you’re startled again; Ellie’s voice snaps you out of it. “Helloooo, Earth to Y/N!” she snaps her fingers in front of your face.

“Shit, sorry. I was stuck, haha,” you rub your eyes before looking at her face and offering her a smile. She hands you the coffee she had hid under her arm before tucking her belongings under the counter. You went back up the step ladder after grabbing the dust rag you’d gone looking for before you were so graciously interrupted by Harry. “Good morning, by the way.”

“Why did Mafia man just tell me you agreed to go on a date with him?”

“Huh?” you quickly turn to face her on the ladder, the legs wobbling under your jerking movements.

“He walked by me on my way up the sidewalk saying he finally got you to agree to a date and that I owed him the hundred bucks we bet on.”

“HUH?” nearly losing your footing for the second time today, you make your way down the ladder.

“Why are you acting like you don't know what I'm talking about?” she eyes you quizzically.

“Because I don’t know what you’re talking about! What bet?” your hands find your hips again.

“Why are you more interested in my wrong doings? He’s out here lying about you!” Ellie waves her hands back and forth, feigning innocence.

“And my best friend is betting against me!”

“Semantics! C’mon, y’know I'm not actually going to pay him. He’s got more money than any one person knows what to do with.”

“That’s not the point, Ellie. You bet against me! How could you?” you toss the dust rag at her, feigning annoyance.

“Because I see the way you look at him when he’s here!” she tosses it back at you.

“Ellie, he’s literally a yakuza. I can’t entangle myself in that, whether I like him or not,” you’d love to just let him spend a night with you but, a night with him is a night with five other people that go everywhere with him.

“Birdie, you have to live a little. Enjoy the thrill. Plus, he’d probably keep you so safe.”

“While simultaneously putting me in the most danger I've ever been in.

“Okay, but the one with the double buns on top of his head is hot and I want that one so i need you to take one for the team and go on a date with this man.”

“Is that your part of some deal you made?” you jokingly accuse her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, just go on a date with him.”

“You go on a date with him,” you huff and you leave her up front. To which it only lasts about fifteen minutes before she’s coming into the back room telling you some random guy is there fixing the doorbell and isn't taking ‘no’ for an answer..

You just roll your eyes.

Ellie just wants you to be happy, no matter the cost. And you think maybe she’s not weighing the cost as much as you are. Sure, you’d be under protection at all times but the fact that the protection needs to be there at all times means you’re in just as much danger. Which does not totally sit right with you, but he is very persistent. And fairly beautiful. But you have to think with your brain and not your vagina for once.

A few hours later, you’re rearranging the Pop section of records when the phone rings. Ellie picks up with her normal “Encore Records, this is Ellie,” a few seconds pass before you hear her speak again. “Hm, let me ask real fast she’s right here. Hey, Birdie, do you have a piano lesson available tonight at 6?”

“Humm, I think so, check in my calendar. Take it if I do, please!” you go back to putting the Ariana Grande records in order by year. You hear Ellie laugh with the customer on the phone before she hangs up, thanking them for their business. “So do I have a piano lesson at 6 now?”

“Yeah, said his son's name was Niall and that he had been hounding him to learn piano from the lady at the big CD store.”

“His son sounds adorable! I’m looking forward to teaching him.” you smile at the thought.

“You just like the ego boost,” Ellie side eyes you with a laugh.

“You should try shutting up,” you chuckle, going back to arranging your floor inventory; moving to the Metal section.

Six rolls around and you’re pulling the sheet music you have for teaching beginners around on the stand. Ellie makes her way up front to gather her things, reaching under the counter and turning the lights down.

A huff leaves you, “Hey, I still have that piano lesson tonight.”

“I know,” she gives you a look, “Have the best time, Birdie, and she’s out the door.” Uh, okay?

Right after Ellie leaves, the doorbell sounds again and you turn to be met with Harry.

“Styles, I have a piano less–,” you pause, “There is no piano lesson for a boy named Nial is there?”

“He’s Niall,” Harry motions behind him to the man who called about your doorbell earlier. “And I’m the one who’s here for the lesson.”

Seated at the bench next to him, you can't believe you’re actually going through with this. But if he hadn’t put a deposit down over the phone, you wouldn't have. Clearly Harry and Ellie had cooked this scheme up somehow. You almost appreciate the effort.

“You don’t seem to need a lesson,” you remark, watching him mimic your motions without even trying.

“Would you be upset with me if I said I didn't?” He starts playing Forever Young on the piano, making your eyes widen.

“Not upset, confused,” your eyes are glued to his hands, fingers flowing effortlessly over the keys.

“Just wanted an excuse to talk to you for longer than a few minutes.” Harry’s hands keep up the melody.

“You’re not going to let this up are you?” your eyes roll for the millionth time because of this man. He has a way of making your skin crawl in a good way. But again that’s something you’d never admit;

“After I heard that singing voice? Never,” he smiles over at you, continuing to play the song on the keys. “Will you show it to me again? Please, Birdie?”

“If I say yes will you stop asking to buy my grandfather's piano?” fat chance, but you’ll try anyway.

“Scouts honor,” he winks. Huh? That easy? “Or is he just that in love with you?” You can hear Ellie say in your head. Shut up.

As you begin singing along with his playing, Harry’s smile grows in size. His hands and arms move effortlessly across the piano, fully impressing you as you watch in awe. The words flow out of you like they did earlier today.

Once you finish, Harry looks at you like you just told him he’d won the lottery. Not that he needed to win the lottery. “You really have such an amazing voice,” he breathes out, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I’d call it a good harmonizing voice,” you chuckle. “I sound better with the radio.”

“I’m sorry, was I the only one with ears for the last three minutes? Mitch? Niall?” he makes you chuckle next to him as he turns to the men behind him

“I heard it Sir,” they both said in unison.

“And how did she sound?”

“Lovely, sir.” Niall says, looking over to you with a friendly smile.

“I have to agree with Niall,” Mitch says, without a smile. He seems to be more of a hardass than the other one.

“Ah, so you are the delusional one here,” Harry turns his attention back to you.

“Shut up. Lesson’s over,” you laugh.

“Aw, but I was just getting started. How about a date then? We can take the rest of this time somewhere else.”

“You would love that wouldn’t you?” leaves you in the form of a laugh.

“Certainly. Cmon, Y/N. I know the best place down the road. Whadya say?”

“I say you’re dreaming,” you stand from the piano bench. Walking over to the light switch, you turn the lights all the way up, making everyone wince at the sight. “And now it's time to wake up, Styles.”

“I’ll make it so worth your while. Please, just once chance, That’s all I’m asking for,” he stands and makes his way over to you. “Please, Birdie.” he runs his thumb over your cheek, you lean into the touch before you realize what you’re doing.

“If I say yes and I have a horrible time, can I reserve the right to ask you to leave me alone permanently?”

“Of course. I’d swear on it to never show my face in here again. But I promise we won’t have to worry about that. So tonight then?”

“Not tonight, how about tomorrow? After I close for the night?’

“It’s a date,” He smiles. “I’ll pick you up,”

“You mean you’ll all pick me up?” you motion to the guys behind him.

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “They’ll be around, but not with us. I want you to be comfortable.”

“Maybe you should have started with leaving them outside then,” you roll your eyes, “No offense, boys,”

“None taken,” they say in unison again. Harry snaps his fingers and the men leave.

“You didn’t have to do that,” a chuckle leaves you again. You head for the door but Harry softly grabs your arm.

“Leave em, I’m heading out anyways, he slides his grip down your arm until he’s holding your hand, offering a kiss to your knuckles. “Until tomorrow, dear Birdie. He kisses your hand once again, turning to leave.

“B-bye, Styles.”

“Harry,”

“If you impress me, then maybe.”

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LOVE, GIVE ME YOUR HAND

cont. gojo x reader, fluff. pda pda pda. mentions of love and sweetheart. established relationship!au, they’re on a train. he asked for her hand (literally or in marriage?). intentional lowercase.

a/n. i was screaming the entire time i wrote this. ahhhhhh

amidst the bustling crowd on the crowded train to kyoto, you and gojo found yourselves standing side by side, the hum of conversations and the rhythmic sway of the train creating a soothing atmosphere.

his fingers lightly brushed against your waist, pulling you even closer to him amidst the press of the crowd. gojo, listening to music with one of his earbuds, turned to you, his sapphire blue eyes glowing with a beautiful intensity. he flashed a mischievous grin, his hand slipping down to find yours.

“love," he whispered, his voice a low, inviting murmur, "can you give me your hand?"

confused, you extended your right hand to him, the back of your hand facing upwards. as he held your hand, his thumb brushed gently over your knuckles, his touch sending tingles up your arm.

a frown was evident on your face as you tried to depict his next moves, but you gave no extra thought to his question, thinking it was just one of his other shenanigans.

but gojo's other hand gently cupped your chin, tilting it upwards.

your eyes widen in surprise as his face inched closer, and before you can fully comprehend what's happening, his lips met yours in a tender, unexpected kiss. his lips were warm and tender, pressing against yours with a delicate urgency.

the world around you seems to fade away, and for a moment, it's just the two of you, lost in the sweetness of the stolen kiss. when he finally pulls away, you're left breathless and bewildered.

“um? didn't you ask for my hand?" you stammered, your face flushed with a pleasant surprise.

“oh, i will, sweetheart,” he whispered by your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand, his fingers tracing light patterns on your skin, his eyes glistening with love as he looked into your very own.

“soon, my love.”

gojo become real pls

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simplyholl · 1 month

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The Villain’s Weapon Pt. 6

Summary: When you hit your head and lose your memory, you fall into Loki's clutches.

Pairing: Villain Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Memory loss. Villain Loki.

Part Five

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Three days had come and gone since Loki’s talk with Thanos. Three days filled with failed attempts to kill you. He had poisoned your drink, but last minute decided to switch it with Clint’s, who knew what he had done unfortunately. He snuck into your room one night, placing a pillow over your face as you slept. You woke up, and noticed he was in your room again, so it ended with him cuddling you to sleep instead.

Loki used his magic to make the equipment you used to work out malfunction, but he reversed it right before it could harm you. You didn’t seem to notice his assassination attempts. He had four days left to kill you or Thanos would murder the both of you. You were in the room Loki used to train you on your magic. He found his perfect opportunity.

He was going to train you with physical fighting and choke you out. He would watch the life drain out of your bright eyes, betrayal written all over your face as you took your last breath. He stalked towards you, you didn’t hear him. You had your earbuds in, your music was always so loud.

He should just do it now, grab you while you weren’t expecting it. You must have felt his presence, because you twirled around just when he got close enough to touch you. “Loki! You scared me!” You take your earbuds out, placing them back in the case.

“My apologies. I was coming to see if you wanted to train with me today.” You agreed, you did need the practice and you were hoping to get more insight on what his plans for you were. He fought you more roughly than usual. He pinned you down, not letting you back up like he normally did. “Loki, let me up.” You try to sit up again, but he doesn’t let you.

Green smoke appears along with a dagger in his hand. Your heart races. “Loki? What are you doing? You’re really starting to freak me out.” You thrash underneath him, but his bulky body doesn’t budge. His blue eyes flash. He looks wild like the first time you saw him. The memory hits you like a ton of bricks. He was contained in the glass prison designed for The Hulk.

Natasha had gotten the information she needed from him, and you had been sent to smooth things over with him. He was kinder to you than Natasha, but you knew it was all an act. He wanted to get close to the newest Avenger. You would be the easiest to break. It turned out to be true because he escaped after he tricked you.

Every fight with him, every conversation came flooding back. That day when you hit your head and lost your memory, he had taken you with him and spared your life. You didn’t understand why. Why was he trying to kill you now when he kept you safe all this time? He had trained you. Your magic had greatly improved. He fed you, got you new clothes, he had become a friend to you.

“Why are you going to kill me now after all this time, Loki? Why didn’t you do it that day on the battlefield?” That stopped him immediately. Shock etched his features as the dagger clanged to the floor. “You remember?” You slowly shook your head yes, afraid that any sudden movement would have him reaching for the dagger again.

“H-how long?” He asked, brushing a dark curl behind his ear. You sighed, time to come clean. “Just last week after I hit my head again. I was just trying to figure out your motives, I swear.” He studies your face looking for any hint of dishonesty.

“I wanted you on my side. How poetic would it be if an Avenger helped me take over this repulsive planet. Thanos promised me his army of Chitauri to help me, but in return, I answer to him. He didn’t think keeping you was a good idea. When Barton walked in on us kissing, he told Thanos. They all thought you were making me soft. So he gave me until the end of the week to kill you.”

You take a deep breath, trying to process everything. “Loki, after spending all this time with you, I consider you a friend. Can I ask you for one last favor?” He looks at you suspiciously, “Go on then.” “Make it quick, please? Hopefully it will hurt less.” You look into his blue eyes one last time before closing yours to accept your fate.

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dulaglutide · 1 year

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I have no idea if your requests are still open, I believe they are, so here I go : Is it possible to have the Hantengu Clones (separate) reacting to an SO ( not gendered if possible please ? 🥺👉👈) who’s coming from our days ? Like with phone, games and everything ? They’re just there on their phone listening to music with earphones in, completely vibing for example.

Thank you so much-

This should be interesting. WARNINGS⚠️: sexual themes (Karaku only), swearing. (Y/n= your name)

Hantengu clones x gn! Reader

Aizetsu

You were just walking down the street with your phone out texting your friend wondering how the hell you got here

You heard something move in the bushes so you started to run out of instinct

Little did you know the thing chasing you was was faster than you

You felt something grab your wrist making you stop

You didn’t turn around while you shut your eyes

“What……is that….?” The person behind you said pointing to the phone

Well at least you thought it was a person

You turned around and looked up at somebody who didn’t look human

”W-who are you?!” You yelled a little out of the fear you were experiencing

“Please……don’t yell….it makes me sad……” the thing you were talking to said

”What are you?” You said more calm this time

He ignored your constant questions of what he was and just told you his name was Aizetsu

He asked you what the glowing thing in your hand was again and you told him it was a phone

He was very confused but understood more when you explained it to him and you explained how your from a different time in the world

Sadly you didn’t know how to get home due to you waking up here

So Aizetsu felt bad for you and gave you a place to stay

Sekido

You were walking outside with your phone in your pocket and your earbuds in

It was raining a lot outside but you didn’t hurry due to the fact you didn’t have a home wherever you were

Lightning struck all around you several times but none of the strikes hit you

Somebody walked in front of you with an angry expression

They didn’t look human in the slightest

”Who the fuck are you?!” The thing yelled at you

You we’re intimidated by him but responded calmly, “Y/n, I’m trying to find out how to get home.”

He looked at you like you were crazy

Then he saw something glowing in your pocket as you took it out he smacked it out of your hand

”WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!” He started screaming at you but didn’t kill you for some reason

You didn’t say anything as your stood there in fear

He grabbed you by the throat and asked you again, “What. The. Fuck. Is. That.”

You told him it was a phone and that you weren’t from this point in time

He looked at you like you had lost your damn mind

He let go of you and walked away

Little did you know he was now going to be stalking you to figure out what exactly you were

Karaku

You were walking down the street in clothing that isn’t the usual clothing that somebody would wear in this time zone

In this time zone you would be taken for a whore or slut

You were just in shorts and a t-shirt but that wasn’t what people wore outside everyday

It was night and you were still trying to figure out how the hell you can get home

Until somebody saw you from the trees

A figure jumped down in front of you

You did have to admit he was attractive

“What is a pretty thing like you doing out here…..dressed like that~” it said

He pulled you close to him

You were flustered to say the least and responded, “I-I’m trying to get home….”

He only laughed

You were scared but also weirdly attracted to him

He didn’t look human in the slightest though

“My names Karaku what’s yours, sweet thing?~” He said in your ear

You shivered a little but responded, “Y-Y/n.”

You wanted to run because you were starting to get more scared by the second

He pulled out something from your pocket

He looked very confused at it but he was also interested

You told him it was headphones from your world in the future

He couldn’t wrap his head around it but he wanted to keep you with him

He wanted to keep you protected and for…..other desires

Urogi

You were walking through what seemed to be a forest

You heard what sounded like a hawk and ignored it

You didn’t know that in this world that there were things called demons

You were snatched out of the sky

You screamed loudly and the thing that had grabbed you started cackling loudly

”HAHA, look how pretty of a human you are!” The thing said

You didn’t understand what he was

You were punching what seemed like claws until he dropped you

Your phone fell out of your pocket but you caught it

He grabbed you again before you hit the ground and he was laughing a lot

You didn’t notice he was shirtless until you were pressed up against his chest

You blushed a little but then it talked again, “What is that glowing thing that fell out of your pocket!?”

You were shocked a little that phones weren’t in this world

It made more sense since you saw so many people walking around and carriages

You told him what it was and he didn’t understand so he dropped you again

He seemed to like hearing you scream out of fear so he kept dropping you for a while until you fainted

Sorry if this was short!

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unmotivatedwrit3r · 10 months

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One in Eleven Million (ch. 2)

damian wayne x reader x jon kent

(A/N): so uh it's been more than a week...my apologies. But I hope you all enjoy! Ch. 1 is linked here.

wc: ~1300

warnings: planes, mild cursing

You made it to the Ks before the loudspeaker crackled again.

“Hello ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot once again. It’s looking like we will require more time than expected to resolve the maintenance issue. There will be a further 50 minute delay. Passengers are welcome to step off the plane and return if desired. Thank you again for your patience.”

Around you, whispers and rustling picked up. Flight attendants repeated the pilot’s message and you sighed, slumping back against your seat.

When you looked down at your phone screen it was black. Tapping it gave you the time: already 45 minutes past the already delayed departure time. The sky was dark when you looked out the windows now. Beside you, Jon and Damian conversed quietly and you made an effort to not eavesdrop. Whatever they decided, you needed to focus more on deciding whether or not you wanted to get off the plane.

“Do you need me to let you guys out?” You asked them. You directed the comment to Jon, but technically you were speaking towards both of them. Damian’s book had been closed, resting on an open tray table. He was instead typing rapidly on his phone. Jon turned from where he was watching his friend.

“Not worth it,” Damian muttered, pulling on a jacket. You caught a glimpse of a white bandage on his bicep surrounded by a deep bruise before it disappeared underneath.

Jon shrugged. “I don’t really like airports any more than I like airplanes so I don’t really care. Are you leaving?”

You shook your head.

“Not sure it’s worth it. I don’t want to have to remember to come back for whatever obscure time they give us or be stuck if the time changes.”

“So we’re all staying then?” Jon asked. You nodded. He pulled his phone back out, opening the app again. “Movie?”

You smiled. A flutter of excitement bloomed in your chest.

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

By the time you were at the Ts, you’d switched to using Jon’s phone to search the database and yours to write down titles that piqued your interest. Outside, the steady beeping sound that had been your background noise for the last indeterminate amount of time was joined by a drilling noise. You forcibly untensed your shoulders. It was unpleasant but tolerable. Next to you, though, Jon’s face was screwed up in discomfort.

“Jon? You okay?” Jon looked up from his lap, face pinched tightly.

“Yeah it’s just loud.” On Jon’s other side, Damian retrieved something from his bag and handed it to Jon. Earbuds, you realized as he put them in. The tension in Jon’s face lessened.

“Thanks,” he told Damian. “I thought I’d forgotten those. I didn’t think I’d need them.”

One side of Damian’s lips quirked up.

“You did forget them. But I assumed you’d want them eventually.”

“Yeah I didn’t exactly plan for—you know.”

“No one plans for multiple hour delays,” you added sympathetically.

Jon looked confused for a moment before his eyes widened.

“Oh, planes, yeah.”

Behind him, Damian let out an amused huff and re-opened his book. You just laughed, turning back to the movies.

“Up for the rest?”

Jon unlocked his phone.

“If we agree that The Last Jedi does not belong on the list, then yes.” You met his teasing grin with one of your own.

“Oh we do. But I’m still not putting Titanic on it.”

Jon sighed dramatically.

“Fine. At least you have a decent taste in Star Wars movies.”

You still hadn’t made it to the end of the movies list—the conversation had morphed into a debate over the best Clone Wars episodes—by the time the loudspeaker rang again.

“Okay, that’s true,” Jon conceded. “But the lost episodes rewrite a lot of–”

You checked your phone for the time as soon as the pilot’s voice—familiar now, unfortunately—clicked on. Despite the promised 50 minute wait time, it had been over an hour since the last announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like we will not be able to take off tonight. We won’t have the part needed to replace the one in this plane for a few hours, so we’ll get you folks out of here once we can taxi back to a gate. Check your emails for your complimentary hotel stay and your boarding passes for updated flight times. We apologize again for the inconvenience.”

For a moment, the plane was silent. Then it was anything but. People stood quickly, pulling carry-on suitcases from the overhead containers. For a moment, you had to process the announcement. And then it hit you.

“Wait I have no clothes with me, are you fucking kidding?” You realized. You might as well have been talking to thin air for all the answers you got. At least your daily medication was in your bag.

Your phone, long off of airplane mode, stayed stubbornly email free. Beside you, a couple you guessed was a little older than you was conversing about their own hotel reservation, already sent to their phones.

Jon leaned to his left, watching as Damian read through what you assumed was his own hotel email.

“Does it say what time we need to be back?” You asked, refreshing your boarding pass. The departure time changed once more, this time to 3:46am. You sighed. Great. “Never mind. I guess we need to be back by 3:20. Except—wait if we leave we need to go through security again. So 2:30 I guess.”

“There must be a nicer hotel closer to us that we can get a room for,” Damian said. Beside him, Jon shrugged.

“I don’t know much about hotels. Is there a company hotel around?”

“No. But a hotel of the quality they’re sending us to should barely be considered quality at all.”

Your phone finally binged with an email notification. A google search revealed your hotel to be 30 minutes away and pretty mediocre. The email also gave information about shuttles to get passengers to and from the hotels. You skimmed it quickly. The shuttle that would get you back to the airport by 2:30 left at 1:30 am.

“Six hundred for tonight isn’t bad at all,” Damian continued behind you.

“Six hundred dollars for half a night in a hotel?” you blurted without thinking, incredulous. “Why would you do that?”

Damian looked at you, eyes sharp in the dim light of the cabin.

“I mean, there’s no way you get quality sleep tonight either way,” you defended, “so why not take the crappy provided room with transportation? We have to be back in like five hours anyway.”

You could see Damian weighing your words even as you regretted them. Who were you to tell them what to do? You liked Jon. You did not know Damian.

“The terrible hotel is more efficient, you’re right,” Damian said with a sigh. “There’s little difference to me in the actual beds. I’ve slept on worse.”

You sighed a silent sigh of relief. Beside you, the line of departing passengers finally started moving.

Jon leaned over Damian’s phone and opened the email up again.

“It says we’re at the Bluiett.” He looked up. “Where are you?”

You rescanned your email. Your lips quirked up as you scanned through the provided information.

“Me too.”

Jon leaned back in his chair.

“Oh thank god. Neither of us know how to get out of here. And I’ve never taken a shuttle before.”

You laughed, tugging your coat on and pulling your bag onto your lap. The line shifted forwards again and you stepped out of your seat, slinging one strap over your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t call myself a frequent flier but I do know enough for that. Follow me.”

“Tt,” you heard Damian mutter behind you. “We could easily figure it out.”

Jon chuckled as he stepped out behind you, pulling a red carry-on from the overhead storage. Your smile widened.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent #damian wayne x reader x jon kent #damian wayne x gender neutral reader #jonathan kent imagine #jon kent imagine #jonathan kent #emerson writes sometimes

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yayeetsonny · 3 months

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Let you down (USWNT x Young!Reader)

This one was inspired by a song by a rap artist by the name of NF. Obviously I don’t own any part of the song in anyway shape or form.

This one deals with Anxiety and Sadness and just overall not great emotions but it does have a happy ending. Also has squint and you’ll miss it Mal x reader. Mal is also younger to help fit the plot. Hope you enjoy. All mistakes are mine, Not edited.

“Feels like we're on the edge right now

I wish that I could say I'm proud

I'm sorry that I let you down

I let you down….”

“Please don't come after me

I just wanna be alone right now, I don't really wanna think at all

Go ahead, just drink it off

Both know you're gonna call tomorrow like nothing's wrong

Ain't that what you always do?

I feel like every time I talk to you

You're in an awful mood

What else can I offer you?

There's nothing left right now, I gave it all to you…”

Suddenly my earbud was ripped out of my ear cutting off the song i was listening to. “Hey! What the hell Mallory? I was listening to that!” I said angrily as I grabbed my earbud back from her and turned to walk away.

“Okay, woah, chill out dude I was just gonna ask you if you wanted to join the girls and I for lunch after practice…” She said pointing at the girl’s behind her who were watching us curiously. I sighed quietly, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration, mostly at myself realizing I overreacted.

“No thank you. I’m sorry I snapped at you. Shouldn’t have.” I said softly before shoving my earbud back in my ear, walking away to the other side of the field, picking up a ball on the way and absentmindedly juggling it.

“What’s her deal?” Rose asked, face scrunched in confusion.

“No idea, all i did was take the earbud out of her ear to ask if she wanted to go to lunch with us and she snapped at me. She said no, which is fine but somethings wrong, I can tell.” Mal said

“that’s not like her at all, should I try and talk to her?” Christen asked popping up out of nowhere.

“You might be the right person to do that, not totally certain she seems pretty upset about something.” Mal said shrugging slightly

“I’ll give it my best shot.”

For the second time in 5 minutes my earbud was taken out of my ear cutting off the depressing music blasting out of it.

“Okay seriously, Mal if you don’t get away from me in the next 10 seconds I swear…” I trailed off as I turned to face who I thought was Mal but turned out to be Christen. “Oh s-sorry Chris I thought you were Mal. What’s up?”

“That’s okay, although your reaction when you thought I was her is a little concerning… Everything okay? Did she do something to upset you?”

“No, no, i’m sorry. She didn’t do anything, not really anyways, I’m just irritable right now.”

“What’s going on?”

“I’m just really lost in my head I guess.” I shrugged absentmindedly as I sat on the bench and changed into my slides.

“Lost in your head about what, love?” Chris asked as she moved to sit next to me, resting her hand on my knee.

“It’s nothing, it’s stupid Pressy don’t worry about it.” I said, shooting up and jogging away.

“Something is definitely up with that kid. Time to gather the vets and do some gentle prodding.”

I quietly made my way onto the bus and went all the way to that back, curling up into a seat turning to face the window so my teammates knew to leave me alone. My phone dinged and I already knew I wasn’t going to like what I read.

“You think you’re some big shot now that you made it to the national team? You know it’ll only be a matter of time before you crash and burn. Come home before you embarrass me on national television.”

It was a text from my father. He’d never been the most supportive of my dreams and my current career. These last few days however he’s been more… aggressive with his words. I don’t know why or what I did but he’s been telling me I’ll only be an embarrassment to him and my step mother. That he doesn’t need his friends asking questions when I inevitably fail. His words not mine. I haven’t told the girls anything about what he’s saying because i don’t want them to do something rash, like get on a plane and fly over and beat his ass which is something they’re not above doing. I let out a quiet sigh shoving my phone in my bag before closing my eyes and attempting to sleep.

Team Veteran’s POVs//

“Okay what’s with the kid?” Alex asked staring at our youngest teammate in concern

“She’s 18, you know?” Mal said cutting into our conversation. Megan shot her a sharp look and she went back to watching ATLA (pls tell me y'all know what that acronym stands for…) eating her mandatory after practice goldfish and drinking a juice box Tobin gave her.

“Doesn’t matter she’s still the youngest on this team so by default she’s still a kid to us.”

“That’s lame.”

“Mallory…”

“What?”

“First of all, you just turned 19 like 2 seconds ago so you’re also still a kid and secondly don’t eavesdrop on other people’s conversations, it’s rude.”

“I wasn’t eavesdropping, you guys are all sitting together in front of me, it’s kind of hard not to hear what you’re saying.”

“Just put your earbuds in and pay attention to your show please.”

“Chris come on, she’s my best friend I- ”

“Mallory Diane do as I say please.”

“Okay jeeze, no need to use my government name.” She said rolling her eyes at me. I pinched the bridge of my nose and breathed in deeply to stop myself from correcting her.

“As you were saying?”

“Well she’s just acting odd, when was the last time she was like this?”

“I can’t even remember it’s been a long time.”

“What should we do?” Kelley asked reaching over into Mal’s bag of goldfish, taking a healthy handful, much to her dismay.

“Hey!” Mal slapped her hand hard enough for it to echo throughout the bus, causing everyone to look over at us in surprise, Kelley jerked her hand away, holding it like she’d been shot.

“Mallory Pugh! We do not hit people. Say you’re sorry right now.”

“Sorry Kel. I should’ve just used my words. Please don’t take my goldfish.” She said quietly.

“Thanks squirt, I accept your apology. I’m sorry too, I should’ve asked first.”

“lt’s okay, I accept your apology.”

“Good job using your words babe.” I said ruffling her hair slightly.

Once we were sure Mal was settled again we went back to our previous discussion.

“I say we just let her come to us when she’s ready, you know how she is when people push too hard.”

“I agree.”

“Usually I would agree but they way she snapped at Mal earlier tells me she’s about half a step away from either actually hitting someone or putting a hole in the wall.”

“That’s a little dramatic don’t you think?”

“When has she ever snapped at Mal, Ali?”

“Good point.”

“We still haven’t answered the question of what we’re going to do though.”

“I say we just be straight forward and honest, let her know we’re worried and that we’d like to talk to her and see if she’ll open up and tell us what’s going on.”

“Won’t that send her running for the hills?”

“Not if we don’t give her the opportunity to run.” Alex said getting a mischievous look in her eye.

“Oh no, I know that look, what do you have up your sleeve Al?”

“You’ll see” She said leaning over and whispering whatever it was she was thinking to Becky, who hummed in agreement.

After another hour we finally made it back to the hotel, got roommate assignments and got settled for the night. All the veterans on the team hung back after everyone else had left to go to bed, leaving just Alex, Tobin, Christen, Ali, Julie, Becky, Crystal, Kelley, And Alyssa in the Lobby.

“Okay Cap what’s the plan?” Tobin asked.

“The plan is we’re all going to Alex and Kelley’s room, to wait for the kid. We gave Mal a note to leave on her bed and told her to go hang out in someone else’s room so when she’s not there, she’ll have to go looking for her, and when she passes by the room we’ll grab her and lock her in with us until we get some answers about what’s going on.” Becky said, as we all huddled together and talked in hushed tones.

“So we’re kidnapping her?”

“Not kidnapping… more like, trapping out of love and concern.”

“Right… it still sounds a lot like kidnapping to me.”

“Just follow our lead.”

“Whatever you say, cap.”

We all went up to the room and waited anxiously to see if our plan would work. It only took about 10 minutes to receive our answer. A quiet knock on the door startled almost everyone in the room.

“I got it” Alex said getting up and padding over to the door.

“Hey little Lamb what’s up?” We heard her say.

“Uh… have you seen Mal anywhere?”

“No, I haven’t why?”

“It’s just we’re rooming together and she always waits for me to come up before she goes anywhere.”

“Hmm, I don’t know kid, sorry.”

“Oh okay, that’s okay, i’ll get out of your hair sorry to bother you.”

“You didn’t bother me it’s no problem.”

“Goodni-” She began to say but it was cut off when Alex quite literally grabbed her and yanked her inside, the force of which sent her stumbling forward into the room falling slightly. Alex quickly closed the door and locked it while she wasn’t looking.

“Alex, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“Hey, language.”

It was then that the young striker turned to look at who said that and saw all of us sitting on the beds.

“What the…? What is this?”

“An intervention… of sorts.” Julie said quietly.

“Intervention? For what?” She said her eyes going as wide as saucers

“For why you’re acting so weird lately.” Tobin said standing up, and crossing her arms, trying to intimidate our young teammate just slightly.

“I am not acting weird.” She said defensively.

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not!”

“Really? Then why did you snap at Mal and technically christen today?”

“I was just irritated.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, why do you guys care so much?”

“Because we’re supposed to look after you.” Christen said, raising an eyebrow when all she got in return was an eye roll. After a beat of silence she sighed loudly and sat down on the floor, hanging her head in defeat.

“Are you…okay?” Kelley asked as we all looked around at each other, unsure of what to say or do.

“I don’t know.” She said lifting up her head and rubbing her face tiredly. She took her phone out of her pocket, and after a moment threw it on the bed, and said “Read it”

We each took turns quietly reading the text conversation between her and her father, and after each person read it there was a noticeable shift in the room. Everyone was angry for her.

“Who talks to a child like that? Much less their own child?” Megan said beginning to pace around the room, angrily.

“I’ll kill him.”

“I’ll break his kneecaps.”

“You don’t need his approval you know that, right?”

“I just feel like I’ve let him down.” She said quietly, looking anywhere but at us.

“That’s not true. I won’t lie and say that he’s going to change his mind one day and say that what you’re doing is good enough for him but you don’t need validation from him, or anyone for that matter. All that matters is how you feel about yourself and the things that you do.” Ali said sitting down next to her and wrapping her arm around her, letting her lay her head on her shoulder.

“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do now. I mean I know that what he said wasn’t cool, but i do still rely on him for stuff and at the end of the day I still have to go home at the end of camp.” she sighed.

“What could you possibly rely on him for?” Kelley scoffed

“Oh I don’t know, maybe, food, a roof over my head, things like that.” She said sarcastically.

“You don’t need him for that, you have us.”

“Oh right, like one of you is gonna want ME as a roommate.”

We all looked around at each other and a few of us shrugged.

“Why not? If you want, you can be me and kelley’s roomie.” Alex said smiling softly at the young striker who looked back at her with lots of skepticism.

“Or you could ask Mal if she’s looking to room with anyone.” Tobin said wiggling her eyebrows.

“You guys would really do that for me?” She asked, voice breaking just slightly.

“Of course we would kid.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what family does.” Christen said, walking over to our youngest teammate and giving her a hand up.

“Group hug!” Tobin said as we all smushed together. The hug was brief however as we were interrupted by rapid knocking on the door.

“Okay, okay hold your horse’s I’m coming” Crystal said quickly yanking the door open, startling whoever was on the other side.

“Is Y/N here?” We heard Mal ask.

“Yeah, she is, you wanna come in?” Crystal stepped to the side to let the youngins into the room, mainly Mal, Rose, Sonnett, Trinity, Tierna, Sophia, Ashley Sanchez and Sam Mewis.

“We were wondering if-”

“Wait what’s wrong?” Sam asked, taking in Y/N’s tired and still slightly sad expression.

“Nothing Sammy, they just finished cheering me up actually.”

“Cheering you up about what? Are you okay?” Mal asked, stepping forward and wrapping her in a tight hug.

“Yeah I’m okay. My dad’s just being a little tough on me right now, that’s all.”

Ali scoffed, “I think he’s being a little more than tough on you, love. He’s being a jackass, and you don’t deserve it.”

“Wait, what did we miss? Come on, we never get to know what’s going on!” Trinity whined.

Y/N decided to show the new comers to the room, what they had missed and much like before everyone was visibly and vocally angry on behalf of our teammate all beginning to talk over one another, only stopping when Y/N loudly called out to them.

“Guys, guys, it’s okay. I don’t need you all conspiring to commit murder on my behalf, okay? It’s not necessary. I’ve already decided to take Alex and Kelley up on their offer to be their roommate.”

“Really? That’s great! We’ll get all the details sorted out before the end of camp.” Alex said wrapping her arms around her in a bear hug.

“Fine, is there anything else we can do for you then? Anything.” Mal asked.

“Movie night?”

“Anything for you.”

After everyone was changed and comfortable, everyone piled on and around the 2 beds in the room, Alex caught on to the fact that Mal and Y/N were laying together, with Y/N in between Mal’s legs, laying on her chest. She quietly nudged Julie who was the closest to them and she quickly took out her phone and snapped a picture, discreetly sending it to everyone but the 2 lovebirds.

“Awww! That’s so CUTE!” Rose said loudly, Sam quick to cover her mouth and shush her, Mal and Y/N looking at her in confusion.

“What’s so cute Rose?” Mal asked.

“Uh- nothing, nothing just a picture of Sam’s dog she just showed me.” She said nervously. Sam elbowed Rose in the ribs as she smiled sweetly at them.

“Oh yeah, just uh, it’s just a picture of Fin from the first bath he took.” She said nervously.

“Oh let me see!” Y/N said enthusiastically.

Sam quickly pulled up a picture to show her and mal and they both gushed over it quietly.

After a lot of debate and only a little bit of yelling, it was decided we would watch Monster’s inc. A Pixar classic.

While we weren’t sure how well the next few weeks would go for our youngest teammate, we all vowed to do whatever it took to show her that we would always be there for her, and that we would be the family that she had always been looking for.

THE END

This ending was awkward, and i overall don’t really like how this turned out. But hopefully it was decent.

#uswnt #uswnt imagines #writing #uswnt x reader #christen press #alex morgan #mal pugh #ali krieger

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anundyingfidelity · 11 months

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YOUR PORTRAIT — Adam Warlock

Summary: Your sketchbook is very special, as you keep special memories and drawings of your friends and things you find fascinating, among them, there is Adam.

Pairing: Adam x guardian!reader (gender not specified).

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1.3k.

Note: this is a request I received, I hope I did it justice!

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It was a very silent trip on the Bowie on the way for a new mission. Odd, you thought.

However, silence was not an issue at all for you. Not that you were paying attention to the Guardians or listening around. Low music was playing softly on your earbuds as you finished some details on the new drawing you had been preparing on your well-worn notebook.

Giving some quick glances, you took in every shade and light over Groot, who was sitting a couple of feet away from you. A soft smile curved on your lips. Drawing was a very special activity for you, and it was usual for you to draw things, creatures and people around you that you thought they were special or meaningful. Your last piece was a sketch of Groot, and actually it didn't look bad.

You watched your sorroundings, Drax coming near by to take a seat by your side while on the ship. You knew he was talking by the way his lips moved, but you didn't pay any attention to him, instead you focused more on your sketch. Until the music stopped playing and you heard his voice.

"That's a weird thing you do."

"Excuse me?"

"This," Drax pointed your drawing with his finger. "Why staring too long for this?"

You rolled your eyes, taking off your earbuds. "Why? Are you jealous you're not in my special notebook?"

"I am not!"

"Then shut up-"

Drax took the notebook in his hands, leafing through the pages full of sketches. He found out a lot about the Guardians - sketches of Peter, Nebula, Gamora, Groot, even him and Rocket - but what caught his eye was a drawing of the new golden boy.

The man let out a rather loud hysterical laugh, making you mad, meanwhile he took in the details of Adam's sketchs and drawings on the pages.

"Looks a lot more effort for these," Drax said.

"Ha, ha. You're very detailed oriented, now give it back."

"Talk to him," he insisted, looking into Adam's drawings.

Drax gaze directed to the golden boy across the ship. Adam looked lost in his own mind. Poor dumb guy, Drax thought. Adam didn't know he was the main character on the notebook resting in his hands.

"What do you mean? Give me my notebook right now," you were getting tired at this point.

"You draw like you're memorizing every inch of him," Drax whispered. "And you look at him like you're doing it."

You sighed, of course you did not. At least not that you were ready to accept that fact. "I really thought you were an idiot, but I don't."

He snorted and gave back your notebook. "I am not an idiot."

The Guardians were hoping this mission in particular was easier than others you did before. Little they knew that you were the one who would get injured during it.

On the way back to Knowhere, Rocket had ordered Adam to look after you. You fell unconscious after a long battle on a strange planet you visited, and Adam was there for you in case you woke up, but it never happened.

So once you arrived back home, he took you to the Sanatorium as Rocket ordered. The nurses treated you there and helped to check your vital signs. They said you were doing fine and might wake up in the next morning, however, Adam decided to stay after informing the team of your state.

He had with him your bag, including that special notebook you always carried everywhere. Sitting near your bed, Adam wondered what was in there that you protected it so much. Slowly, he took the well-worn notebook out of the bag, checking every detail.

Adam thought he was not being careful, but his own curiosity was stronger than the wish of doing the right thing and being discreet with your belongings. He saw you were deep in your sleep, hopefuly you would wake up soon.

Slowly, he opened the notebook and he was in awe. The sketches and drawings were beautiful and delicate on every page, everything looked perfect. Adam couldn't believe you made this with your own hands, and he became surprised when he found himself on those pages.

Was he really exactly as you portrayed him to be? You captured his expressions and details on point, but he didn't think of himself as you did. Adam thought you made him look perfect, which he soon had to learn he was not. Forced to get out of the cocoon too soon, Adam felt he was lacking of a lot of things, but he felt flattered seeing your beautiful drawings.

You both didn't talk a lot before, but he was worried about you and he would not leave your side until you opened your eyes again. Seeing your notebook showed a new side of you, about who you were, and he loved it. How he wished he could get your talent to show you how gorgeous and beautiful you looked in his eyes too.

When you woke up, you were surprised and scared of being in the Sanatorium of Knowhere. You were alive and that was something.

However, you realized Adam was sleeping on a couch near the bed in your room, with your notebook lying on his lap. Inside, you felt a little ashamed that he might looked at it, but you were happy he was able to get it for you.

Sitting down slowly on the bed you took the notebook from his lap, careful of not waking him up or making a lot of noise. He looked so tranquil and beautiful just by doing nothing, with his eyes closed and chest rising up and down smoothly. You quickly opened the notebook and noticed in the final pages a sketch you never did before.

Was it you? It looked like you. The drawing was a little childish, and the author drew a small landscape around, with a smiling moon in the background sorrounded by little stars all over the place. A smile formed on your lips.

"You're awake," Adam whispered.

"You are awake too," you replied back. "Did you do this?" you asked, showing him the page you were checking. His cheeks started to burn immediately.

"I- um, I'm sorry- I- I shouldn't-"

"I love it."

Adam gulped, feeling more relaxed after seeing your smile.

"I just thought that you always draw us and these beautiful things, but nobody ever does the same for you. Of course, I am not as good as you are, but I tried and I was waiting for you to wake up since you fell unconscious back there..."

You nodded at his explanation, loosing yourself on his eyes and his features, most of them you had them already memorized due to the amount of times you drew him on your notebook.

"I think is cute, thanks, Adam."

"Thank you... for drawing me. I guess I don't see myself as you do," he confessed and started to get up from his seat. "But I really should call the nurses and let them know you woke up-"

"Before you go, I want to say I'm sorry if I also made you uncomfortable with my portraits of you, is not my intention."

"I'm not, at all..."

"Good," you let out a sigh of relief. "I guess you're fascinating. I wanted to capture that, sometimes I think I got too carried away."

"Well, I loved it," he replied remembering your words as he walked to the door. A charming smile appeared on his lips. "Maybe you can teach me how to draw later and I could make the perfect portrait of you."

You giggled softly, was he flirting right now? "Just tell me when, it'll be my pleasure."

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kissmetae · 2 years

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Strangers to lovers

❧ Jungkook x Reader

❧ AU: You’re a regular at the gym and today you decided to workout late. You thought you were alone, but it turned out there was one other person at the gym and you so happened to be his gym crush...

|| SMUT || 3.2k || masterlist in bio ||

❧ Rating: MATURE || sexual content, unprotected sex, public sex || Warnings

❧ Smut features: Semi-public (gym), Oral (giving/receiving), fingering, Leading!Jungkook (Top/Power-Bottom), unprotected, descriptive, creampie, greedy, hickeys, on the gym bench, tongue, grunting and groaning, roleplaying

❧ Disclaimer: This is fiction. Actions and events in these stories are often exaggerated and to a certain degree unrealistic. Please have this in consideration when reading fiction, especially if it includes sexual content.

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The clinking sound of weights along with the to-nobody's-taste music was what you'd usually hear while at the gym. People with their headphones on, emersed in what they came to do or aimlessly wandering around like a lost ghost without a plan staring at the clock every other minute. You were a regular at this gym and had a set weekly plan of what muscles to work on and which exercises to do. Today... or tonight rather, was a bit out of your ordinary plan.

You swiped your membership card at the doors, a green light came on and the door made a click sound. During the unstaffed hours you expected it to be a lot calmer but not empty...

The gym almost had an eerie feeling to it when it was like this. The large open floor plan space with big windows usually felt fresh and motivating. But the windows only accommodated the darkness of the late night and the open space almost gave a sense of kenophobia. Well... along to the beat of "call on me" by Eric Prydz the most cliche gym anthem ever. Completely ruining the horror movie set vibe.

You put on your own headphones and hit play on your gym playlist as you headed towards the cross-trainer to warm up.

Today was your glute day and you'd usually workout in the morning before work but today you'd swapped shifts with your co-worker and decided to sleep in and head to the gym late for a change.

However, when you plopped your phone and water bottle into the oversized cupholders of the machine, you noticed you weren't the only person here.

The gym had an L-shaped layout, thus you hadn't seen the familiar dark haired man by the weights rack.

You let out a sigh as you got onto the machine. What was worse? An overcrowded gym or being alone with 1 other person there pretending to not notice each other? What do you even do? You can't just casually say hi to them it'd be weird, wouldn't it? Well in this case it would be very weird.

Because you knew him.

Well, not knew-knew. You had no idea what his name was, but you'd seen him here numerous times before so clearly he was a regular like you.

He was built like a regular too...

His long black hair was brushed back and held secure by a headband, earbuds in his ear, curvy arms and a well-defined back.

He grabbed two free weights, wearing black lifting gloves and sat down on one of the benches. He was wearing a black tank top and shorts, making his quads visibly flex when he sat down.

In this very moment he looked up and spotted you. His brow, pierced, raised in surprise and you quickly looked away. Wow the out-of-order pulse reader on this thing sure was interesting to look at... 10:00. Your warmup was done... maybe you should just leave. It felt so awkward being just the two of you here... and the squat rack was right next to him...

You stepped off the cross-trainer and almost tripped back and fell when he suddenly stood behind you.

"Jesus ch-" You let out and clutched your bottle to your chest. Once you moved your headphone back from one ear he parted his lips to speak... the lower lip was also pierced.

"Sorry... I just wanted to ask if you could spot me... if you have time. You can say no, I just thought... since you're here. Not that I was waiting for you I just mean you as in another person..." He stuttered.

To be honest, you hadn't expected him to be shy or soft for that matter. His exterior had a very contrasting vibe... especially with the fully tattooed sleeve on his arm.

Maybe it was too soon to tell from a single sentence, but you felt a bit "mistaken" for dubbing him as a "gym-bro" aka avoid-at-all-costs-bro merely for hearing him grunt too loud that one time...

"Oh, sure. I could need a spotter too actually, I was heading to the squat rack." (Fuck why did I say that. Emergency swap to core-day cancelled... no backing out now.)

He smiled. Calling it a cute one would be an understatement.

"Nice! I'll move my bench over and we could alternate sets with rests." He said and removed his other earpiece.

Heading back, he dragged the bench over towards the squat rack and grabbed a bar for you.

You gathered your weight stacks and threaded them onto the bar and secured them. You never had anyone spot you while squatting before... but for some reason you felt the need to justify yourself agreeing to help him. Why was this so awkward? Were you the only one who felt this way?

"Wanna go first?" He asked, adjusting the strap on his glove.

"Sure. What's your name by the way?"

"Jungkook."

You positioned yourself by the rack, kneeling slightly to get the bar up from its rest and began your set.

"What's yours?" Jungkook asked, standing behind you with his hands ready to catch the bar.

You stood back up, told him your name and squatted back down again.

When your thighs began to tremble, you pushed through the last rep and let out a deep exhale. Jungkook grabbed the bar and helped you hook it back in the rest.

Well, that wasn't so bad...

You turned around and Jungkook sat on the bench, leaning down to pick up the weights. You walked around the bench and stood behind him.

"I'll do some shoulder presses, my right arm tends to give up on form so feel free to poke me back in place." He said, sounding eager.

He began his rep, pushing the weights up over his head and lowering them to a 90-degree angle, and repeated. You held your hands at the sides of his triceps, without touching. When his form gave in to the end of his rep you adjusted him slightly.

Two more and he let out a deep groan, dropping the weights down to the floor.

"Give me a minute" he panted, hands gripping the edge of the bench.

The veins at his forearms were prominent.

Maybe he was lifting a bit too heavy, but you felt like it wasn't your place to tell him.

But it turned out you didn't need to. Jungkook got up and grabbed a set of lighter weights from the rack, hiding a flustered smile.

"Ah, my plan failed." He admitted followed by a chuckle.

"What plan?"

Jungkook leaned down and grabbed the heavier weights to put them back on the rack.

"To impress you with heavy weights."

"You'll have to try harder. I couldn't care less what somebody lifts." You said playfully.

"A part of me knew you wouldn't care but... I couldn't stop myself. It's like a peacock showing off its feathers when his crush walks by." He said and let out a little laugh. "Ready for your next?" Jungkook asked and rested his arms on the bar.

"Why would you want to impress me? You don't know me."

He looked down shyly at his sneakers.

"Not completely true, I've seen you around a lot. You're kind of my gym crush... so I was really glad when I saw you walk in because I've had a shit day today."

You were his gym crush?!

You swallowed, trying to, but failing to stop yourself from blushing.

"Is that why you're here so late today?"

Jungkook nodded. "Needed to let it out somehow..."

"Understandable."

Jungkook moved aside and you took your spot in the squat rack again.

You tried to avoid his gaze in the mirror so you wouldn't blush even more and focused your eyes on the corner where the floor met the wall. Suddenly you felt a hand gently press to your back at the sweaty skin between your leggings and sports bra.

"Careful with your back." Jungkook said and you tensed your core, straightening your back more. He was distracting... it was harder to focus on your form after hearing you were his gym crush... who was currently squatting in front of him. Who knew what thoughts were swirling around his head right now...?

He was attractive, you had to admit it... maybe you supressed your own attraction to him with your gym-bro label... but groans and grunts were unbearable... coming from him.

It was Jungkook's turn again, and you didn't know if you were imagining things, but his groans just kept getting louder. He was biting his lip towards the end of his set and let out a deep grunt pushing through the last. One half of you wanted to grab the dumbbell from his hand and throw it to his gut and tell him to shut up and the other wanted to straddle him on the bench and make him groan even louder.

"Are you always this loud, Jungkook?" You blurted out, followed by an awkward laugh.

"No." Short and simple. "Do you always do glutes?"

"No."

"My bad, I thought so since you have such a nice ass."

The dumbbell in the gut sounded a lot more tempting now.

"I had a rep left but I'm afraid I'll trigger you to grunt even more now."

Jungkook leaned back on his palms and let out a laugh.

"Well, it's just you and me here. Technically we can do whatever we want and be as loud as we want too." His tone was suggestive. "What’s next after your squats?" He asked.

"It was hip thrusts, but I won't be doing them." You said, placing your hands on his shoulders, feeling his muscles tense under your touch.

"Why not?" He asked.

"You will." You smirked.

Jungkook leaned his head back and looked up at you. “But I’m doing upper body today.” He teased. You walked around the bench to stand in front of him and leaned forward, placing your hands on his strong thighs. He swallowed. The smirk was suddenly gone, and he was the one blushing now.

He was flustered but he tried to keep it together… he couldn’t deny how much he wanted you anymore. Your gaze was fixed on his hard on. He took a hold of your wrist and moved your left hand to touch him. You added some pressure, rubbing him firmly through his shorts. Jungkook’s breathing picked up a heavier rhythm and his hands tightened their grip on the bench edge.

His gaze looked up towards the entrance quickly, making sure nobody was coming in and he suddenly stood. Regardless of strength you couldn’t keep him pinned down even if you tried. He was a lot stronger than you. His arms wrapped around you, and he picked you up with ease.

“We’re going to get banned if we get caught.”

“I don’t care.” He said and laid you down on the bench.

“I don’t either.” You confessed, slipping out a giggle.

You were both too consumed by the sexual tension and excitement to stop now. Jungkook grabbed your ankle, holding it up as he slipped off your sneakers and repeated with the other. He reached towards your waist and slipped his fingers inside the hem of your tight leggings, pulling them down your legs and dropping them on top of your sneakers.

His hand pressed firmly against your crotch, adding pressure against your clit and immediately putting your nerves on high alert. His fingers pushed between your lower lips rubbing along your slit, soaking the fabric with your wetness. He briefly threw a glance back up and returned with a smirk wider than before. His confidence was growing.

He grabbed the sides of your panties and slipped them down and off your legs. A tight grip of his still gloved hands at your ankles and he pulled you closer towards him before kneeling down.

Your thighs were spread, toes barely touching the floor and his lips pressed up against your clit, causing your toes to curl. His tongue was greedy, hands strong against your thighs, stopping you from squeezing him between them. His tongue flicked up over your clit before he latched on with his lips again, sucking firmly and pressing a greedy kiss almost like a claim.

His left hand abandoned your thigh, coming to part your lips to give him more room to taste and explore. Long greedy licks… You arched your back, letting out a whimper at the overwhelming pleasure and you just barely heard him whisper “Yes, baby.” Against you.

His fingers slipped in, gently but impatiently. Two.

They curled, caressing against the sweet, sweet spot within as his tongue greedily licked up the result of his actions. He could tell you were too tight for him still and scissored his fingers, stretching you and making you moan out his name in a plead.

Maybe he’d have to solve that differently… he couldn’t handle himself much longer.

Jungkook slipped his fingers out carefully and stood back up. His knees were red.

You wouldn’t let him get what he wanted just yet. You thought and pushed yourself up to sit. His hand had already slipped in below the hem of his shorts and his gaze was darkened. The intimidating exterior was back… but it didn’t feel threatening anymore. It was tempting.

You pulled him closer by the hips, pushing his shorts and underwear down his muscly thighs and he stepped out of them with his hand firmly wrapped around his dick, stroking himself.

His gaze was suggestive but unsure. You could tell he was wishing for what you were about to do, but he unsure how to insinuate it without going against your comfort…

You replaced his hand with your own, leaned forwards and pressed the tip of his dick towards your lip, looking up first to see his rapidly moving chest before slipping your lips down over his tip and taking the head fully. He was sensitive. You began to suck, and he let out a deep sigh mixed with a moan of relief. His hand rested against your head but without trying to control, letting you be in charge of your own moves.

Your hand wasn’t moving, it was more so squeezing and caressing the base of his thickness while your mouth made him groan. He was veiny.

You allowed him to slip out and your hand took over for your mouth, rubbing and squeezing his tip as your tongue traced the veins.

Jungkook’s hands suddenly pressed against your shoulders to stop you. He was on the verge.

“Don’t make me cum yet.” He said, voice shaky.

You looked up at him, licking your lips and he smirked. His hand pinched your chin, aiming your face up towards him and he leaned down.

His tongue slipped between your lips, kissing you with hunger and greed as he slowly guided you back down, getting on top of you. He hooked your thighs over his hip, lifting your hips up from the bench slightly to meet his height. You winced as his dick brushed up against your inner thigh. Your hand grabbed the headband, pulling it off and throwing it somewhere behind him. You tangled your fingers in his damp hair to keep him in the kiss.

Jungkook reached between you quickly to position himself, spreading your wet lower lips with his aching tip. His hand returned to your hip, and he pushed in. He pushed in with the intention to get in all the way from the start, but you were tight, and he was so big… But he managed anyway. The stretching feeling was mind-blowing, and you both moaned against the kiss as he slowly stretched you deeper and deeper. You couldn’t stay in the kiss, letting out another whimper from the pleasure. He was shaky.

His hand slipped into your hair and his lips pressed against the side of your throat. He kept still briefly, allowing you to adjust and relax around him. Your arms were wrapped around him, hands slipped up under his tank top, pressing against his flexed back.

“You ok, baby?” He whispered, voice husky.

You nodded. He pulled back slightly and thrusted back in, picking up a deep slow pace with his hips.

But it quickly picked up to deep and fast as the greed took over. His hips were pounding against yours, almost as if he was in a rush. He let out a frustrated groan and slipped his hand out of your hair. His arm instead wrapped around your waist, and he picked you up, the other arm under your butt. Jungkook stood up and turned around with you and sat back down on the bench, lying down on it. “It’s easier like this.” He said, panting.

His hands were firmly pressing you down against him and he picked up his thrusts again, with you on top of him. Your face was above his, dark eyes meeting yours with gritted teeth. He looked beyond sexy like this… it was turning you on even more. He grunted, fingertips digging into your skin and his head leaning back.

You licked up the side of his throat and sucked what would become a deep purple hickey…

“You’re leaking all over me.” Jungkook said between breaths.

“Of course I am, I’m being fucked by the hottest guy in this gym.”

He couldn’t hold back the flustered chuckle.

His hand gripped your ass tighter. “Maybe we should pretend like we don’t know each other more often.”

“Shut up.” You ordered and failed to supress a moan.

“There she is.” He grinned. This Jungkook was torture, he knew exactly what that phrase did to you.

He was sweaty, hair was clinging to his forehead, and he was a moaning mess beneath you. His endurance was impressive, but he was coming to an end, both by stamina and his own release.

You were hanging by a thread, his grip was so firm and tight, he was thrusting so deep and hard. It was overwhelming to a point that made you feel high. All your senses were alive at once, the sight of him, the feel of him, the sound and smell…. It was unbearable.

“I know this expression too well to pretend like I don’t.” He teased, but he was right. Your body felt so tense and overwhelmed, toes curling, back unable to arch from his tight hold. A final hard deep thrust was enough to break you, and him. He pushed deeply, releasing in you with a growling grunt. Your muscles released in an explosion of ecstasy, tightly pulsing around him with a loud sharp whimper.

Out of breath, you gazed into each other eyes and he leaned up to kiss you tenderly, hand against your cheek and you momentarily forgot you were at the gym.

Once you regained some more control of your body, you carefully stood up, Jungkook slipping out. You reached for Jungkook’s clothes, handing them to him as he sat up and picked up your own.

“Shall we pick up some takeout on our way home, Baby?” Jungkook asked. “I’m kind of hungry after my workout.” He chuckled, slipping his shorts back on.

“That sounds amazing… should we pretend not to know each other again and hook up in the bathroom?” You said playfully.

“Nah… I want my girlfriend back now.” He pouted cutely and put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him as you walked towards the exit.

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cheolsfae · 4 months

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𑁍SVT reaction to finding you asleep on another member's shoulder

Requested: Nope!

Genre: angst-ish?, fluff

Warning(s): Terms of endearment, slight swearing, not proof read

A/N: Got carried away with Coups! Oopsy! I swear I'm a loyal Vernon stan!

Feed back and re-blogs are appreciated! ✨️

𔘓Seungcheol (S. Coups)𔘓

He felt like he'd get into trouble if Seungcheol had walked in right now and saw that you, the leader's partner, asleep on his team member's shoulder. He was kind of nervous about it but he also didn't want to do anything about it considering you had finished rambling about how tired you were because you were not getting enough sleep. But his shoulder was tired what was he to do? He had two options: 1. Leave you here, resting on the hard bench, and have Coups get angry at him for leaving you like that or 2. Call him and risk having Coups get jealous/annoyed that you were resting on his friend. Either way, it wasn't a good outcome. Chan was so lost in thought that he hadn't realized that Seungcheol was standing right in front of him. The older of the two crossed his arms, obviously annoyed. He cleared his throat to get the younger's attention. Dino's head snapped up, "It's not what you think!" He half shouted/whispered. He didn't say anything and gave Dino the get-lost look. Dino lifted your head gently off his should and moved and made room for Coups to sit. After Coups was adjusted in the seat Chan split. He wanted nothing more than to leave.

𔘓Wonwoo𔘓

Yes, he'd seen you dozing off on the couch waiting for him to finish up his game before leaving the office but he truly thought he wouldn't be much longer. So, when he'd seen you asleep on Coups shoulder, he wasn't surprised. Last time he checked in on you, you and Coups had been laughing at Tiktoks together. Twenty minutes later, your passed out on his shoulder. Made sense. "Sorry," He whispered over to his friend. Seungcheol brushed him off, it wasn't a big deal to him. Wonwoo walked on over to you two turning around, getting low enough, "Help me get them up on my back." Coups did so and the two of you were on your way home.

𔘓Mingyu𔘓

It had been a long time since you'd last gotten some proper rest. Between school, work, and all the little things you had to do, there wasn't time for you to rest. He knew that you were pushing yourself too much. How many times had he told you over the past week to take a day or two to catch up on it? Too many to count. So, to find you fast asleep on Wonwoo's shoulder wasn't much of a surprise. He hated to admit it but he was a little jealous. Anyone who was in the proximity of the trio would know it the instant they looked at Mingyu. It didn't help that Wonwoo was also fast asleep too, his head resting atop yours. He sighed, not really know what to do when Seungcheol clasped his shoulder, "Their tired. Let them both sleep a little longer then you can wake them up." And that's exactly what he did, no matter how much that jealousy bubbled in him.

𔘓Vernon𔘓

You'd been staying up way too late, recently. Much more than usual. You'd been studying for your upcoming finals. So to see that you'd fell asleep on Mingyu wasn't that much of a shocker to him. Vernon didn't really mind it. You looked pretty comfortable. He didn't want to disturb you. Mingyu on the other had was busy taking cringey pictures of you. No, you weren't drooling or anything like that, just bad angles like the little fiend he was. Vernon wasn't stopping him, in fact, he was doing the exact opposite! He was egging him on! "Send me those! I wanna make it my wallpaper!"

𔘓Joshua𔘓

There the two of you sat. One of his earbuds in your ears, fast asleep on his shoulder with him also asleep, drooling slightly; his head against the back of the chair and his mouth slack. He quickly took a picture at the two of you. He would use it later to tease you both. He picked your head off of Vernon, putting it on his own. He plucked the ear bud from your ear, giving it back to Vernon. Feeling something land in his hand, he'd woken up looking confused and dazed. "Go back to the dorm, get some sleep." He didn't need to be told twice. Off he went, leaving you and Joshua in the lounge. Wasn't the best sleep, considering you'd woken up with a neck cramp but it was good enough for you. After you'd woken up, Josh had shown you the picture he'd taken of you guys. you'd never live this down!

𔘓Jeonghan𔘓

He sighed upon seeing the you passed out on his friend's shoulder. How long had he kept you waiting? Couldn't have been more than ten minutes. Yet, here you were asleep on Joshua's shoulder. "One minute they were talking about what you guys had planned, the next their asleep." Joshua was just as confused as your partner was. Well, you had mentioned recently that you hadn't been getting much sleep due to too much stress. "Sorry, let me get them." Joshua shook his head no, "Let them sleep." After a while, you'd woken up. Joshua had been long gone by that point. Somehow, you ended up on Jeonghan's shoulder. "Next time, tell me that you're too tired. We can just go nap instead of going out for a date." He ruffled your hair, you smiled sweetly and went back to sleep.

𔘓Jihoon (Woozi)𔘓

This was the second time this week that he had been running late on date night. So, late in fact, that as soon as he walked out of the studio you'd been asleep in Jeonghan's shoulder while he sat there scrolling idly on his phone. Jihoon sighed, "Let me get them. Sorry." Jeonghan looked up at him, "Hurry my shoulder has gone stiff. I don't know if I can move it anymore." He joked, obviously he didn't mind you sleeping on him otherwise he would have moved. Jihoon rolled his eyes, "Sorry Y/N, Jeonghan said your head is too heavy." You lifted your head, waking up, and seeing your cute partner. A sleepy smile lighting up your face. "You ready to go on our date?" Woozi chuckled, ruffling your hair. "Of course, let's go."

𔘓Seokmin (DK)𔘓

His jaw dropped at the sight of you, resting your sleepy little head on to Jihoon. You looked so cute! What was he to do with himself? He was trying his absolute hardest not to squeal at you! He didn't want to wake you up. Woozi rolled his eyes at his team mate, "They're just sleeping. What's the big deal?" Seokmin laughed, "They're drooling on you and it makes it all that much cuter!" Woozi clicked his tongue, lightly pushing you off of him.

"Let them sleep!"

"Not if they're drooling on me! Let them drool on you!"

𔘓Seungkwan𔘓

We know he's a little bit of a drama queen. We love him for that though! So when he saw you fast asleep on Seokmin's shoulder, pft! It was over for you. He felt like you'd cheated on him! How could you? After you'd woken up, he was being a little curt with you. Very short. Very passive aggressive. "Come on, how was I supposed to know I'd fall asleep on him? It was an accident and I'm sorry!" You immediately knew what he was upset about. You guys had been watching a movie and you'd fallen asleep. "I was sitting on the other side of you! My lap or shoulder were free!" You sighed heavily, this was spiraling. "I'm sorry. Really." He stayed silent, he was getting sulky now. "Fine, I'll forgive you. But if it happens again, you're sleeping on the couch." You wouldn't have this pouty man any other way.

𔘓Soonyoung (Hoshi)𔘓

Shocked, he didn't know really how to respond when he picked you up from studying with Seungkwan. This was definitely not what he was expecting. Seeing you laying on Seungkwan's shoulder fast asleep with you textbooks open and splayed out in front of the two of you. "I thought you said you guys were just studying?" He asked the younger. "We were, they just fell asleep. Come get them, their killing my shoulder." And that's exactly what he did. When you guys got home that night, he was all pouty, "Sleeping on Boo...Can't believe you."

"It was a boring topic! I couldn't help that I fell asleep!"

𔘓Jun𔘓

Soonyoung had facetimed him. "Look at your partner!" He whispered, careful not to wake you up. Jun chuckled a little. You looked absolutely adorable in his eyes. "Come get them or I'm leaving them here!" He focused the camera only on himself now before quickly hanging up the phone. Jun booked it as quickly as he could. When he arrived, he was completely out of breath from all the running. You were already wide awake. He looks between the two of you goofing off. He looked between the two of you, you two looked back at him. "Hi, hon! Why are you out of breath?" You asked, with concern on your face. "Because I thought he was going to leave you here." You laughed, "No! I wasn't going to leave them here! It was a joke!"

𔘓Minghao(The8)𔘓

You'd been so busy lately with work and other things. So when you fell asleep on Jun and he walked in and saw you, he was kind of upset about it. He really wished you'd taken better care of yourself. He'd been trying to get you to take some time for yourself but you weren't having any of it. This wasn't much of a surprise. "Thank you for taking care of them while I was busy." Jun's head shot up from his phone screen, looking at his friend. "No problem. They were excited to see you and then pft." He smiled, he was happy to hear that. What had he done to deserve you?

𔘓Chan𔘓

Pouty! How could you even sleep on another member's shoulder? This was one of the worst kinds of betrayals he's felt! It was a stab to the heart! That is until...he woke up from his dream. He was still in this mood when he walked into the kitchen where you were. "You owe me an apology." He glared at you. You looked at him with complete confusion in your eyes, what the hell was he talking about? You hadn't done anything to upset him, at least as far as you knew. "You cheated on me." Again, another confused look was on your face. "You were laying on Minghao's shoulder fast asleep! How could you?" When had that happened? "Did you have a dream or something? 'Cause I'm more than positive that didn't happen."

"Yes, I had a dream."

You rolled your eyes laughing a little bit, "I would never do that! Only to you!"

He sighed, "Better not."

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tremblingmuse · 1 year

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Taylor Swift

This one is for the swifties out there. I will not accept criticism.

Wally Clark x reader

Wally was used to saying the wrong thing. Usually it was stupid and unimportant. But this time it was personal.

“You know, I like Taylor Swift and everything, but most of her songs sound pretty much the same.” He quipped.

Y/n gave him the pleasure of sharing her earbuds as they listened to Taylor Swift on the roof. She as appalled.

“Excuse me?” She shot her gaze in his direction.

He put on his ‘oh shitt’ face.

“Never mind.” He turned to stare at his hands, avoiding her eyes.

It was a beautiful night, the stars were out, it was perfectly cool, Taylor Swift blasted in their ears. Wally had to ruin the moment.

“Her songs do not sound the same! I can’t believe this. It thought you were a man with taste.” She pulled the headphone cord out of his ear. “You are banned from Taylor Swift.”

He sighed, he ruined it. He also accidentally laughed.

“Come on! She’s good, it’s good!” He opened his arms.

Y/n ignored him. Arms crossed, turned away.

“You can’t stay mad at me forever.”

“Forever and Always.” She referenced.

He rolled his eyes. She was being stubborn.

“Come on, I know you love me.” He teased, moving his face closer to hers.

She turned to look at him, her face fell out of her grimace.

“Of course I do.” She whispered.

He tilted his head, trying to decide if he heard her right.

They were friends, that isn’t something a friend would say.

“What?” He questioned, eyes wide.

Y/n realized what she said, she turned away again, putting the other earbud in, drowning him out.

“No! No!” He pulled the wire out, “What did you say?”

She sighed heavily, thinking about the hole she dug herself into.

“Of course I love you.” She admitted.

Wally was beside himself.

“No, you don’t.” He stood, shaking his head in disbelief.

Y/n scoffed and stood with him.

“What do you mean ‘No.’ I do! Of course I do!” She confirmed.

He looked at her, puzzled. How could he not know? He should’ve known.

“Well, I didn’t know that! Forgot to fill me in?” He huffed.

Y/n wished she hadn’t said anything at all. First he insults the music of the gods, then he’s an ass about her confession. Typical.

“You know what? I shouldn’t have said anything. Forget it.” She picked up her bag to leave.

“Wait wait wait wait. Please just wait.” Wally fumbled to stop her. She was already down the stairs.

She wasn’t listening, or at least didn’t want to.

“I didn’t even mean to say that, forget I said anything.” She waved her hands with dismissal. Sarcasm coated her throat.

Wally stopped. He chest sunk with her words.

“So you didn’t mean it?”

Y/n paused, closed her eyes, and breathed. She turned to face him.

“Yes I meant it! So what? It doesn’t matter you don’t even-“

“I love you too!” His words where so rushed, they were almost inaudible.

Both stood there paused, not knowing what to do next. Y/n broke the silence.

“What did you give me all that shit for then?” She motioned behind him, to the roof entrance.

He paced, wanting to say it in a way that wouldn’t make her run off again.

“I just never thought you would.” He admitted, lost for words.

“Well, you were wrong.” She told him.

Wally stepped closer, taking her hands. A shining smile on his face.

“Was I?” He grinned.

She nodded, pulling him in.

“Wrong about Taylor Swift too.”

“Oh my God.”

“She’s a lyrical genius!”

#fanfic #milo manheim #school spirits #wally clark #x reader #wally clark x reader

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sukioyakio · 7 months

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MORE OF clueless!reader x blackcat!miguel O’Hara

Blackcat!miguel x clueless/sunshine!reader (energy,and Miguel O’Hara has he hair down,and reader is an idiot,or dork for him,she an clumsy)

*credit to my friend,that gave me this idea and made my sister read this as well👹😈😼*

Prompt: where reader is trying to get Miguel to smile,at first it was just an question that her friend said,”have you ever wondered if miguel smiled,like smiles��So reader thinks to herself,maybe she could be the first one to make him smile,and make it an challenge to complete

It was an Monday morning when reader was all ready,as she ate her breakfast and she remembered to get some food for her and for an little someone else,she had to make sure that she was early so she could chat to Miguel,as she starts to head out to the college campground,as she put on her earbuds and listen to her music,she walked the way to college with an warm smile,as the sun shined through the day,

When she arrived she had an beaming smile,as she wave hello to her friends and classmates,saying hello to them,as she dashed to an place where she know that Miguel would be,as she scoffed at her friends saying that it would be impossible to see him smile,as she rolls her eyes saying in her mind “pfft,it won’t be hard to make that grumpy cat smile,I’ll just got to crack his shield” she says with an playful smile,

as she dodge people in the hallway as she head to the library,when she got there,she looked around In the room like an lost kid looking for their mother,when she spotted him,she quietly walked towards him,as he was sitting down an table,with some books on the table and some sort of journal,with his eyes on an open book page reading whatever on the page,with his headphones on,he was wearing his ionic jacket,it had an skeleton spider design in the back of it and in the font of his jacket it has the word 2099,it was always cool looking to see,god the amount of time she would stare at it,it crazy 😜

As she got close to him,as she smile warmly,as she waved her hand infront of his eyes so she could get his attention,”earth to Miguel,earth to Miguel”she says in an teasing voice as Miguel looked at her with an stern expression,and scoffed at her for bothering his quiet time,as he rolled his eyes and turned off his headphones,and slid them down to his neck,now giving his attention to her,as reader eyes would look at him like he was the most precious thing in the world,something about that made his cold locked away heart beat again,as she smile at him,as she sits next to him “gooood morning mr Miguel how is your day going so far?!” She say with an excitement like an kid who had just gotten an ice cream in an quiet voice,as tilt her head waiting for his respond,as she stare into his eyes,”something about his eyes” she says in a dumb dorky way to herself in her mind.

“What do you want,reader”Miguel says in an cold yet harsh tone,as he looked at her with an stern look,as he crosses his large arms across his board chest,as his cold eyes were staring into her happy eyes, “nothing,I just thought that I could bring some company to you,since i always see you alone,hehehe” she says with an gentle voice,as she gave him an warm smile that turn to in an nervous laugh,that made her look like dorky,as she scratch the back of her neck,as she looks away from his glaze,

In which Miguel definitely can tell that she had something to tell him from her body language, as he just hummed as an answer to her,as she took out her bookbag,and pull out the lunch box/bento box,as she looked at him with an nervous smile ”well I just say it,i wanted to give you something,so I thought about it and decided to make you some food for lunch,since I really don’t see you eat anything in lunch,soooooo yeaaaa,but I made it awkward it ok that you don’t want it,I could just give you something else tomorrow” she says with an eager nerdy voice,and her playful smile on her lips and an some laugh,as she side the bento box to him,as she look at him with such patience look,

As Miguel had his unreadable face,but his eyebrows narrowed down,but look at the bright colored bento box,as reader thought that he would smile when he saw the bento box but he didn’t smile at all,so she sigh quietly,as he looked at it,then made an sigh,that came with an scoff and reader perks at his actions,as he looked up at reader face and rolled his eyes,as he grab the bento box and put in the his bookbag,

”I don’t want to hear anything about this,from your mouth,and For the thought of you thinking that I don’t eat,I’m more capable to take care of myself”he said in an harsh voice,as he got his things and started to walk away,as he thought about her word “Qué quiere decir ella,by I don’t eat,I do eat” that he mumbled that reader couldnt hear what he said but when Miguel said that to reader,she wasn’t angry or sad in fact she was happy that he excepted it,as she rushed her way out so he could walk next to him,it was process of her plan to make him smile

As reader caught up with him,as she nudged his shoulder,well try to do that,but with the same height as his boob,that what she call them,when she nudged his shoulders she got an glare from him,as she chuckles “Ohhh come on,lighten up miguellll,Being such an grumpy guy isn’t going to do anything ohhh yea did you know that there an new store that is selling some foreign food,We should go there right Miguel” she says in an cheerful voice and she had her cheeky smile,as she looks at his face,some people would called her crazy for even trying to be friends with Miguel,the rumors about him,made her laugh at there stupidity,she doesn’t care about the rumor,she just wanted to be friends with him,even if he was harsh and rude to her,

Something about him being so like the darkness made the little beaming light wanting to be with him,to talk to such to the dark,it made her want to know why she is so interested in him,open up the mysteries of the darkness,and maybe she would let him do the same thing,maybe it the glow of her arua the darkness says

(basically I wanted to have reader be his light,while he was her darkness,but with both of them having such an effect on each other,like string of light for Miguel,and an string of darkness for reader,but they don’t know what this feeling in their hearts yet and just often dismiss it)

“How about an…. No” he said in an sarcastic stern voice to reader,as they continued to walked down the hallway as reader was talking about her interest in foreign foods,and what she would loved to go as an vacation,in which Miguel grunted at her babbles,and having to deal with her in all her periods/classes,as they got to their destination,”Oh yea Wouldn’t you want to go to Japan if you had an opportunity to,I mean I would,oh darn you wouldn’t let me sit next to you” she says with an pout,but she says bye to Miguel with an small smile,as Miguel rolled his eyes,”of course not,your hella annoying niña pequeña” he says under his breath with his mixed spanish accent,as he see reader sit next to her friends,as he sat in the back in his little corner.

Small time later as the class was taking notes,she was done with taking notes,as she was bored,to the point that she was playing around with her pencil,or making an jingle with her pencil but failing multiple times,as she gave up and looked around and saw Miguel just reading some book again,as an light bug pop in her mind,as she write something on the piece paper saying “I’m boredddd,and what are youu reading about” after she crumbled the paper,and then write on the outer part to open it,then throw it to him,but it hit his face,as Miguel looked around to see who the hell throw the paper as he see reader with an awkward smile,as he just gave her an glare and continued to read his book,

as reader just sighed at his seriousness,and just quietly slammed her head against the desk,while he looked at her again to see her face against the desk,as he rolled his eyes and bite his lips as he looked at the crumbled paper and seeing the words “open it”,as he eyebrows narrowed down,and scoffed at that,like he needed an remainder of how to read an note he isn’t slow,as he grabbed the piece of paper and opened it,reading it,he wrote something back inside the paper,and then throwing it back to her and hitting her head,as he quickly went back to reading his book,as reader perk up,thinking it was the teacher to scold her for having her head on the desk instead of writing notes,as she didn’t see the teacher,in which she look to whatever had hit her head,as she looked around she saw the same piece of paper she threw at him,and she had an very warm smile,she looked him with it,as he acted like he didn’t see that smile,”.such an stupid idiot,how could she just smile at everything little thing,it stuipd” he says in his thoughts

AFTERWARDS

It was lunch time or some call it recess (idk😓🤷‍♀️)

After finishing picking up her stuff and almost tripping on an pencil,as she looked around and hoped that no one saw her stuipd ass almost tripped,as she walked out the classroom,as she walking through the hallway to see Miguel putting away from books in the lockers,as she quickly did the same so she could talked to him,and try to make him smile,as she walks to him as she poked at his cheek,and it instantly got his attention,making his head turn to her eyes giving her an cold glare,as reader made an nervous chuckle

“What” Miguel sounded so harshly and cold to reader,as reader looked at him as she waved him an hello “hehe..well you certainly don’t like physical affection,…umm..weeelll since it lunch,I thought that you would like to have lunch with me,just us,you know an friend and freind time” she says with an playful voice,as she made an attempt to make the mood lighten,”Well if you that slow then yes no me gusta mucho que me toques and No,you already annoyed me enough for the day” Miguel says with an annoyed stern expression,as he slammed the locker door,making people around them look at them,but quickly went back to doing their thing not wanting to get in Miguel way or annoyed him and he walked off,as reader is stubborn and walked off with him,as she talked about whatever went drama happened in the college,Miguel was about to lose it with her mouth,as he turn his head and looked at her,and then place one of his finger,making reader freeze by his actions,as he lean toward her height,”Shut the fuck up,antes de cerrarlo” as he took off his finger off her lips and walked off to where he would usually sit”that got her to stop talking, maybe I should do that more frequently”he says in his mind as he continues walking to his favorite spot in peace,as reader had to take deep breath,”wait that no FAR!!” As she runs towards his way,as Miguel scoffed,and made an little chuckle,at her frozen expression,she look like an bunny who got caught by a wolf,as he rolled his eyes as he heard her voice,”why do you even bother trying..?” Miguel said under his breath-

TBC

An:as I wrote this,I felt like my hand were going to fall off,cuz I was writing this on my phone,😭😭JEZZ that took forever to think about the idea,but I DID CUZ I HAVE MY BABY SOPTIFY ✊✊🫨🫨😔,I just got to play music while I’m writing,BUT I hope you enjoyed this,I just love me and sunshine x grumpy tropes 😫😫😭✊

The quote of the day : by my friend

“Once gay,always gay” 😌😔

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You’re not sorry-Jughead Jones

A/n: This is going to be based on a song...so I hope you guys enjoy! And thank you all for the love and support.

Song: You're not sorry

Written: Taylor Swift

-Samantha

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'All this time I was wasting hoping you would come around, I've been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down, And it's taken me this long baby, but I've figured you out, And you're thinking we'll be fine again, but not this time around.'

Your POV

I was sitting in my regular booth at Pop's waiting for Jughead to show up. I was getting kind of worried since he's normally earlier than I am. This is not normal behavior for him. He probably lost track of time and didn't realize he did, so I'm praying he gets here before I have to head home.

" Hey Y/n." Pop said

I turned to see him right next to me. I gave him a small smile. " Jug still not here?" he questioned

I sighed and messed with my fingers. I could feel my eyes watering, but didn't want to show it so I quietly told him. " Um, if he comes in can you just tell him I'll see him tomorrow in school?"

He gently put a hand on my shoulder. " Sure, have a nice evening Y/n." he softly said before walking away. I took one last sigh before making my way to my car to head home.

Jughead's POV

I looked up from the paper I was studying over for Betty when I saw the time. My eyes' widened when I saw it was past ten. Betty glanced up in confusion. " Juggie, what's wrong."

I didn't even spare a glance at her since I was rushing to grab my things. " I don't have time Betty. I'm late."

She just sat there, so I spun around. " Betty, I'm sorry, but you have to leave. Not that I don't trust you...I just don't want anyone in my trailer."

She slightly nodded and packed her things. She took her time getting to the door which made me grow annoyed. " Betty, let's go!" She moved faster, when we were both outside I immediately got on my bike to head to Pop's.

Time Skip

I parked and ran inside to find her not there, which made me panic before Pop looked over with a disappointed look. " She told me to tell you she'll see you in school."

I sighed and nodded. I slowly walked to the door to head back to my trailer.

Your POV

'You're looking so innocent, I might believe you if I didn't know, could've loved you all my life if you hadn't left me waiting in the cold, And you've got your share of secrets, And I'm tired of being last to know, Oh, And now you're asking me to listen, 'Cause it's worked each time before.'

I wasn't paying attention to anyone around me since Jughead still hasn't come talk to me. I felt someone sit next to me, but didn't care to look who it was. I felt a tap on my shoulder so I turned to see Kevin giving me a concerned look. I took out one of my earbuds to listen to him. " Are you okay?"

I smiled to make it look like I'm okay. " Yea, I'm really fine Kev."

I knew he didn't believe me, but he didn't say anything. That's why I like Kevin, he knows when to stop cause he knows I'll talk when I want to.

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I would have normally sat with the group, but since I've been ignoring Jug I'm sitting in the Blue and Gold. I was about to start some homework since I didn't feel like eating a huge lunch, but I saw a familiar notebook. I know it's wrong to snoop, but I want to know what he's been up to. What I saw was shocking it brought tears in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

" Y/n/n?"

I froze from hearing his voice. I didn't know what to do or say. " Um, what are you doing in here?" he asked

I turned around slowly with the notebook still in my hand. His eyes scanned over me until they dropped to the item in my hand. He started walking closer to me. " Don't come any closer." I said softly

He froze and nodded. " It's not what it seems like. I'm just helping her find her sister okay."

I didn't know what to think. " Are you sure?" I asked unsure

He nodded in response. I pretend to believe his words without him knowing. Before either of us could say anything Betty came in. She had this glow coming from her which only made me not believe his words even more.

" Juggie, you ready to go." She questioned

He turned his head and nodded. " You know I love you right Y/n/n." he said

I smiled and softly said..." I love you too." I watched them both leave and I just knew something was going on.

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'You had me crawling for you, honey, And it never would've gone away, no, you used to shine so bright, but I watch it fade.'

It's been about five weeks since Jug and I went on an actual date. He's been hanging out with Betty which is driving me insane. Ever since Betty asked for his help that's all he ever talks about. I can feel the spark between us failing. Our world is fading while his world is shining with Betty.

" Babe, guess what." he said coming up to my locker

" If this is about Betty, I don't want to hear it, Jug." I said annoyed

I heard him let out a scoff. " What's your problem?"

I just let out a laugh. I felt him glare at me, so I turned to face him. He raised his brow to get me to talk. " You do realize you have a girlfriend right." I stated

He nodded " What does that have to do..." I cut him off. " Which means I don't want to hear about Betty. Hell if you like her that much then date her." I couldn't look at his face anymore so I walked away.

' So you don't have to call anymore, I won't pick up the phone, This is the last straw, There's nothing left to beg for, And you can tell me that you're sorry, But I don't believe you, baby, like I did before, You're not sorry, No, no, oh-oh, You're not sorry, No, no, oh-oh.'

Jughead's POV

I was sitting in the booth at Pop's waiting for the group to show up and all I could think about was Y/n. I couldn't figure out if she wants to talk when she's ready or if she said all that to me because she is done with this whole relationship. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't hear the bell ring. " Yo, Jug"

I looked up to find Archie sitting right across from me. Before I got a chance to say anything he spoke up. " You alright dude?"

I sighed before saying anything. " Yea, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

I knew he wouldn't believe me, but didn't say anything about it.

Your POV

I was walking up to Pop's when I noticed the whole group sitting in a booth. I took a pause and let out a deep breath. I finally got the courage to walk through the door. " Hey Y/n, what can I do for you?" Pop asked

I smiled while walking up to the counter. " Um, just my regular." He smiled " You got it."

When he disappeared it didn't take long for the group to come up to me. " Y/n/n, it seems like forever since we saw you." Roni said

I turned and smiled. " Sorry Roni." I really do feel bad for ditching them all, but since Jughead wants to get with Betty I've been avoiding the whole group. Before anyone else could say something I heard..." Can we please talk?" Jughead said

I looked over at him. I took a deep breath before following him outside. I was just waiting for him to start talking. He let out a sigh, then ran his hands over his face. " The things you said at school, did you mean any of that?" he asked

I sighed..." Jug, whatever is happening with Betty..." I paused to get my words put together. " It's ruining our relationship. You're spending almost all your time with her where most days you're ditching me."

I didn't really want him to see me cry so I looked down until I heard these words. " I'm sorry." he whispered

I let out a laugh. I looked up at him and told him. " You're not sorry." I turned to go get Pop to put my food in a to go bag, but before that I turned back around with tears falling down my face I stated. " Also Jug, we're done. Enjoy your life with Betty."

I turned back around so I didn't have to see his face.

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I don't know how sad this will be, but hopefully it's sad enough for you. Request any time. Please enjoy!!

-Samantha

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