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Caught Somewhere in Time- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Part 13/?

Summary: You end up in the 80s, 20 years earlier than it should be luckily a certain metalhead is about to make your time in the 80s much easier. Words: 2.2k Warnings: Suggestive themes but no actual sex.

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Author’s Note: I’m finally updating again! I’ve ended up cutting Season 3 into two parts so this is only half of it but I’m doing NaNoWriMo so the next part will be out soon!

30th June 1985

‘Do you speak Russian?’ Steve asks as you arrive at Scoops’ Ahoy. You had taken to visiting him during your lunch breaks from work which is what you were currently doing.

‘Why the hell would I speak Russian?’ You ask, looking at him with confusion.

‘I don’t know, maybe they taught you in the lab.’

‘Let’s not talk about that place. Why are you asking anyway?’

‘Dustin accidentally tuned into a Russian broadcast so we’re trying to figure out what it says.’

‘Great you’ve managed to get a broadcast of someone’s shopping list.’ You reply sarcastically.

‘You don’t know that.’

‘Whatever I’ll try to help.’ You say pushing past him and heading into the back room. You sit down at the table, greeting Robin and Dustin before trying to help them decode the message.

You have to leave before the message is fully decoded due to your lunch break being over but you head back down after your shift, helping to decode the message. Once the message had been translated the four of you left. You listened to the three of them argue about the message being in code until Steve stopped digging through his pockets for change.

‘What are you doing?’ Robin asked him.

‘It’s a quarter. I need- do you have a quarter?’ Steve asked, still looking through his pockets.

‘Are you sure you’re tall enough for that ride?’ You laugh at Robin’s comment.

‘Quarter!’ Steve yells and Robin tosses one to him. He puts it into the machine and the ride starts up.

‘You need help getting up, little Stevie?’ Steve shushes Robin and you listen closely to the song.

‘Oh my god.’ You say realising what the music is.

‘Holy shit. The music!’ Dustin yells pulling off his backpack and grabbing the recorder, playing the recording.

‘I don’t understand.’ Robin said confused.

‘It’s the exact same song on the recording.’ Dustin points out as you listen to the song.

‘Maybe they have horses like this in Russia.’

‘Indiana Flyer? I don’t think so. This code, it didn’t come from Russia. It came from here.’

‘And how do you know it didn’t come from one of the thousands of other malls in America?’ You point out, still sceptical.

‘Look trust me. It’s from here.’ Steve said as the four of you walk out of the mall.

‘How can you be certain though?’ Robin asks.

‘I’m with Harrington on this one.’ Dustin said as you arrive at his and Robin’s bikes.

‘Thank you. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.’ Steve said as Robin and Dustin get on their bikes while you and Steve walk towards your cars.

‘So how did you even get this recording?’ You ask Steve.

‘Dustin got it while trying to talk to his girlfriend.’

‘Dustin has a girlfriend?’ You ask confused.

‘She lives in Utah.’ Steve said giving you a look.

‘Ah, so she’s not real, got it.’ You nod your head. ‘Speaking of girlfriends, when are you going to ask Robin on a date.’

‘Never, I don’t like Robin that way.’ You roll your eyes at his denial.

‘First of all, you so clearly do. Second, why wouldn’t you like her? She’s funny, cool, good-looking, smart.’

‘Okay, it sounds like you want to date her.’

‘I have a boyfriend, but seriously you should consider asking her out.’ You shrug as you reach your car.

‘Yeah never going to happen. I’ll see you later though.’ You waved bye to him as you climb into your car heading towards your trailer.

When you arrive at your trailer you see the light is on and realise Eddie must be inside. You walk inside to see Eddie sitting on your couch, watching tv.

‘Hey, you’re home late.’ He frowns, standing up as you drop your bag on the floor and shrug off your coat.

‘Yeah, I was helping Steve with stuff.’ You say wrapping your arms around him and giving him a quick kiss.

‘Okay, well I made you some dinner. It’s in the oven.’

‘God, I’m so hungry. I love you so much.’ You groan as you kiss him again, before removing your arms from around him and walking over to the oven.

‘Oh, so you only love me because I made you food.’ He jokes.

‘Yep, you’re an amazing housewife. Making me food after a long, hard day at work.’ You joke as you pull the hot plate out of the oven.

‘You know I’ve also been working right?’ Eddie said as you sat down at the counter to eat your dinner.

‘I know and thanks for helping me out.’ You smile at him.

‘That’s what we do. You help me, I help you. I’m pretty sure that’s the point of a relationship.’ He says wrapping his arms around you from behind.

‘I love you, Edward Munson.’ You say leaning your head back on his shoulder.

‘I love you too, Y/N L/N.’ He places a kiss on your forehead, resting his head on yours, his eyes filled with love for you.

2nd July 1985

A few days later and you were sitting on your bed with Eddie, smoking a cigarette. Both of you were in your underwear due to the heat in your trailer. Neither you nor Eddie had air conditioning so with the summer heat you were both struggling. Your record player was playing quietly in the background but neither of you were really paying attention to it. Eddie reached over, wrapping his arms around you but you pushed him off.

‘Eddie, babe, it’s way too hot right now and you’re all sweaty.’ You groan.

‘But I love you so much.’ He said, wrapping his arms around and squeezing you against him.

‘Urgh, get off me.’ You said, struggling against him. He relented and let you go as you placed a kiss on his shoulder pulling away.

‘You know maybe if we both chip in we can buy an air conditioner for one of our places.’ He said, lighting up a cigarette.

‘Yeah, with our wages we should have the money by August… 1999.’ You reply sarcastically.

‘Hey, come on. We won’t be living here in then, we plan on moving out of Hawkins when we both graduate.’

‘Which will be this year, right?’

‘Yeah, I was obviously just waiting for you to also be a senior.’ He grinned at you and you rolled your eyes.

‘You were waiting until you could copy my answers you mean?’

‘I like to think of it more as helping the love of your life.’

‘Who said you’re the love of my life?’ You joke, making Eddie pout at you.

‘Wow, and I was about to ask if you wanted to go to the carnival on the 4th after work.’ Eddie said, dramatically standing up.

‘I’m kidding, I love you.’ You say moving to wrap your arms around your waist. ‘Besides I have no choice but to be with you forever, you branded me.’ You point down at your ankle.

‘Fine, I guess I can still take you.’ He sighed dramatically before flopping down on the bed on top of you.

‘And you’ll win me one of those big stuffed teddies?’ You ask looking up at him.

‘You actually want one of those?’

‘Yes, Edward, sometimes I can be a stereotypical girl.’

‘Wait, you’re a girl?’ He replies in mock shock.

‘I hate you.’ You pout.

‘No, you don’t.’ He said leaning in to kiss you. At first, you didn’t kiss him back, pretending to be upset but he kept pressing kisses to your lips until you started smiling and kissed him back. His hand when to your bare waist and you wrapped your hands around his neck, about to deepen the kiss when the phone rang. You let out a groan as Eddie got off of you, laughing slightly. You stomp your way through to the living area and pick up the phone.

‘Hello.’ You asked, pissed off.

‘Hey.’ Steve said on the other end of the phone. ‘Remember that whole Russian thing, well we need your help with breaking into their base.’

‘Absolutely not, Steve. That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard and besides, I’m busy.’

‘Making out with Munson does not count as busy and we’re doing it with or without your help.’

‘Okay, enjoy doing it without my help.’ You say going to put the phone down.

‘No, no, no. Please we need your help.’

‘Well, I have no way of getting to the mall, my car’s broken down.’ You say pulling the phone back to your ear.

‘I can give you a ride.’ Eddie said poking his head out of the bedroom as you glare at him.

‘I heard that. I’ll see you ASAP.’ Steve hung up the phone before you could protest more.

‘Why did you have to say that?’ You groaned, pushing past him to get into the bedroom and grabbing your shorts and a t-shirt, pulling them on.

‘I figured he wouldn’t stop asking and the quicker you go, the quicker you’ll be back.’ Eddie said, also pulling on some clothes.

‘But I don’t want to go at all.’ You pout as you slide on your boots.

‘I can come with you if you want.’ Eddie said kissing the side of your head.

‘No, it’s alright. You can just come back and I’ll get Steve to give me a ride home.’ You say leaning against him. ‘Now, let’s get going.’ You pull away, grabbing your bag and heading out of the

trailer.

You pull up outside the mall at the same time as Robin who seems to be carrying some sort of documents. You follow her through to the back room of Scoops Ahoy, where she explains the plan, to go through the air vents into the secret room.

‘Can you fit through the vent?’ Steve said looking at you.

‘No!’ You throw your arms up.

'Well, I guess it’s got to be you.’ Steve said, looking at Dustin. ‘I’m going to grab a ladder.’

Steve comes back with a ladder and unscrews the vent before attempting to push Dustin into the vent but failing.

‘I have an idea.’ Robin said looking between you and Erica who was hitting the bell on the counter as the boys struggled.

‘Please tell me your idea doesn’t involve a 10-year-old.’ You say also looking at Erica.

‘It might.’ Robin smiled at you, before heading out and speaking to Erica.

‘Steve, Dustin, get back down, he’s clearly not fitting.’ You yell at the two of them and they make their way back down the ladder.

‘Can’t you use your powers on the vent, make it bigger somehow?’ Steve asks you and you look at him bewildered.

‘No, none of my power could do that.’

‘Well, what’s even the point of you being here?’

‘I can leave if you want.’ You cross your arms over your chest.

‘Can you two stop, you’re like children.’ Dustin yelled at the two of you and you both mumbled apologies as Robin led Erica through to the back. Erica demanded something in return and the five of you headed out to one of the booths, Robin and Steve serving Erica a large variety of ice cream. Eventually, she agreed and the five of you headed through to the back to make up a plan.

Once, the mall had closed and everything went quiet, you, Steve, Robin and Dustin, all headed out to watch the door while Erica prepared to climb through the vent. You checked through the walkie that Erica was ready and then waited for her to make her way through the vents.

‘All right, nerds. I’m there.’ You hear through the walkie and you immediately perk up.

‘Do you see anything?’ Robin asks excitedly.

‘Yeah, I see those boring boxes you’re so excited about.’

‘Any guards?’

‘Negative’

‘Booby traps?’

‘If I could see them, they’d be pretty shit traps, wouldn’t they?’ You looked at Steve shocked that she was swearing.

‘Thank you for that.’ Robin replied sarcastically. There was a few moments of silence before the walkie turned back on.

‘I’m in.’ You all heard through the walkie and you sighed in relief, before sneaking your way down. Nobody stopped you as the four of you approached the door which slowly opened to reveal Erica. You head inside and Steve opens up one of the boxes which contain some strange containers. Steve and Dustin argue for a moment before Steve pulls one of the containers out to reveal it’s filled with some sort of green liquid. Before you even have a chance to say anything the room starts shaking, and everyone starts panicking.

‘Y/N, do something use your powers!’ Steve yells at you and you look at him.

‘What the fuck do you want me to do? Set the room on fire?’ You scream back.

‘What’s the point of having powers if you can’t do shit!’ Steve yells as he slams a button on the wall. Suddenly you all feel the room rapidly drop and realise that it isn’t a room, it’s an elevator and you’re trapped in it.

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kwonhoshi0 · 3 years

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 | h.c

navigation | requests : open | 9th feb 2021 |

pairing : bakugou, todoroki, shinso x gn!reader [separate]

genre : angsty fluff

warnings : mentions of toxic relationships/toxic past, abuse, read note below,

themes : toxic relationships, hurt, not specified trauma, only talk, mutual pining

note : i’ve never seen a headcanon for this and of course i would never write about this if i didn’t have experience on this and how it feels and i wouldn’t write about this if i didn’t know how much it hurts and sticks with someone, i’m not saying you can’t write about such events if you haven’t been through it but the emotions you can feel when in a toxic relationship is much more complex than one might think, i’m proud of everyone who’s been through this if you want to talk about this or you’re going through something right now my dms are open always <3

[ bakugou ]

> before you and bakugou started dating you knew you liked eachother but neither of you made a move

> that was until he realised his feelings for you couldn’t just pass with time

> he knew however much he tried you’d still make him feel funny whenever he sees you

> so he decided to ask you on a date, he didn’t show it but when you said yes he was over the moon

> since this is your first date since you had been in a toxic relationship you were nervous

> the first date went amazing he held you hand after you got ice cream and you got coffee, drinking it as you walked in the moonlight

> ‘y/n, i uhh- i like you a lot’ he said cringing a little as he blushed, you were both leaning against a railing which was placed over beach watching the waves crash against the sand as the moon shon over

> ‘i like you too katsuki’ you smiled blushing as a unknown feeling creeped up your body, it was unknown in a good way but it still made you feel uncomfortable and weary

> bakugou noticed your furrowed eyebrows ‘are you feeling okay?’

> you nodded quickly not wanting to talk about how you felt since it always led to arguments with them

> ‘in that case’ he cupped your face gently with his pulling you in, ‘you’re mine’ he grinned placed a soft kiss on your lips which you returned

> you’ve been together a couple weeks now, almost a month

> bakugou has realised you’re not the same as you were before you were dating he knew some things would change since you’re dating now but he didn’t think you’d be distant

> if anything he thought you’d be closer to him and he couldn’t help but think if it was because of him

> everytime you’re alone he notices you tensing up a little when he touches you, whether it’s a hand around your shoulder or on your face you tense up

> but you don’t do that when mina or your friends touch you so he was convinced it was him

> after you had only glanced at him not talked to him through school again he decided he had to talk to you about this

> he knocked on your door as a warning before walking in, you were sat at your desk watching anime and he frowned a little

> he knows he isn’t too affectionate or by any means perfect as a boyfriend but you’re always watching movies with other people or series and he wanted to do that but everytime he brought up the idea of spending time watching something together you never got around to doing it, acting as if you forgot

> ‘y/n what the hell is going on?’ he frowned as you looked up with fear in your eyes

> ‘i- what do you mean’ he didn’t notice the fear he was thinking about every possible reason for your distance

> ‘i mean am i not fucking good enough anymore?, we’re meant to be closer as a couple not fuckin further apart’ he raised his voice a little as he walked towards your desk

> ‘i don’t get what you mean uh, am i being too much?’ you respond, you always got told you were too pushy and needy so you didn’t want to make the same mistake with bakugou

> ‘i mean why the fuck don’t you even touch me for fuck sake, y/n you barely fucking hang out with me i barely know anything about you because you don’t stay and talk to me for more than 10 fuckin minutes’ he edged closer to you now towering over you,

> ‘i-i uhm’ your words got caught in your throat as his arm left his side and as he opened his mouth you flinched shutting your eyes and shaking a little as tears filled your eyes

> then there was silence, he was trying to get him hair out of his eyes, ‘did- did you think that i was going to..’ he was hurt that you thought he’d do that, that he made you feel unsafe

> ‘y/n...’ you looked up at him, he saw the tears peaking out of the corner of your eyes slowing lifting his hand to wipe it

> ‘has someone done that to you before’ you nod as he placed his chin on your shoulder carefully rubbing your back up and down soothingly, he didn’t know how it felt but he knows that nobody deserves this and if he can help in any way he will, even if it means letting down his guard for you

> you explained how the last person you were with didn’t like your affection and love because you showed it to your friends and they wanted you to only show him love and no one else

> ‘y/n i’m not angry that you show your friends love idiot, it’s because you don’t let yourself open up to me, i want you to feel safe alright idiot not the other away around, i’ll help.. and for the record i don’t care if you hug and show them extras love that doesn’t bother me just don’t let yourself be so guarded around me, i’m here for you to feel safe alright’

> you nod wrapping your arms around bakugous torso as he picks you up still rubbing your back, he sat on the bed leaning back letting your head rest on his chest

> ‘now what’s that extras name teddybear’

[ todoroki ]

> todoroki made you feel safe but that feeling is new to you so you didn’t understand what it was

> before you started dating you both got close as friends, you knew you liked him but being friends made you feel safe with him and dating has scared you, he didn’t know much about your last relationship only that it hurt you

> but he didn’t know that meant they literally hurt you

> so when he asked you, you said yes because of how amazing and happy it made you feel

> before you started dating you always laid your head on his lap to nap or talk to him, you were open and honest

> but you didn’t know how to act, you wanted to be yourself but that wasn’t enough then with them so why would it be now you thought

> todoroki noticed your change in behaviour and also noticed you always change when he’s around which led him to believe that he made you uncomfortable

> so when you were sat watching a movie he asked you getting a little insecure and heated

> ‘y/n do i make you uncomfortable?’ he said noticing how your eyes widen

> ‘no! how funny.. of course not’ you smiled which was clearly a fake smile to him and you wouldn’t have answered him like that if you didn’t have this act on

> ‘then why are you acting different? please don’t lie to me.. i don’t like this you seem like a different person and i don’t know why’

> ‘how would you want me to act shoto’ you replied with the same look in your eyes, you weren’t being sarcastic you genuinely wanted to know and that made him confused

> ‘y/n i don’t .. control you, be yourself.. is this really what you think of me, you think i want you to change how you act, your personality’ he moved his hand from his hair moving towards your face making you shut your eyes flinching

> his eyes widened at this, his hand was on your shoulder he was trying to comfort you but before he could get his words out you flinched at him ‘y/n.. what was that’

> he moved his hand away in fear that he’d scare you again

> you wiped away the tears forming as he looked at you with sadness, ‘i’m sorry’ you spluttered out as you moved to get up and leave

> before you could you felt a cautious hand hold yours ‘talk to me, please’

> you sat back down, his hand still in yours his thumb grazing over your hand soothing you

> ‘i told you about my ex, i was never enough so i acted different.. just to please him, i could never be myself and when i was myself.. he didn’t like it’ you said staring at your hands

> he moved his hand up slowly so you could see and placed it on your cheek as he moved towards you

> ‘y/n i fell in love with you, no one else only you, you’re more than enough for me, i don’t want some other version of you i want all of you. you’re perfect to me and if they don’t appreciate that then they’re fucking stupid’ you smiled a little at his uncharacteristic swearing

> ‘i love you, thank you sho’ you rested your head on his lap, your head faced his shirt he leaned down turning your head, kissing you slowly as you hummed into the kiss smiling feeling that same safe feeling you felt before but this time the feeling was stronger

> ‘don’t thank me my love’

[ shinso ]

> you first met shinso at the sports festival and since you’re in different classes you don’t spend time together during school time other than a couple minutes at lunch

> you both started meeting up more and more until you realise you like him a lot

> you refused to date him even if he does like you you couldn’t date him because of your ex, you were afraid of getting hurt again

> shinso knows you like him because of the way you look at him and stare at him across the cafeteria and the way you get flustered everytime he comes over

> your friends knew how much you like him and told you to go for it but since they’re the ones you went to when you finally broke it off with your ex they understand why you shouldn’t

> the only one who didn’t agree and told you not to date him was bakugou ‘are you fucking stupid!? they’re not getting hurt again they don’t need him’ he was a little too protective

> when he told you he liked you, you panicked ‘i uh, i like you too but i just, i can’t sorry’ and with that you panicked running away

> the next day he found you at the lockers the halls empty ‘what was that yesterday?’

> ‘sorry i’m not good with this’ you mumbled as he got confused

> ‘are you dating bakugou is that why you can’t be with me?’ he said observing your reaction sighing when you started panicking

> ‘what?.. no! i don’t.. i’m not with bakugou i’m just not-’

> ‘y/n.. i like you a lot i do but this is.. messy bakugou came and threatened me earlier’ you flinched shaking as he moved his hand closer, not thinking you thought he was going to hurt you because of your indecisiveness

> immediately after he took you in his arms ‘shit what the fuck.. y/n i’m sorry’ he held you as you teared up telling you about why you don’t feel ready and that’s why bakugou threatened him

> ‘i’ll wait, for now we can just be friends until you’re comfortable alright kitten?’ his chin rested on your head until he looked down at you and took both his thumbs wiping both cheeks pressing a small kiss to your cheek

> after a couple months of hanging out and being friends you were talking to your friends

> ‘alright i guess he’s fine’ bakugou admitted as you talked to them about how you felt

> you called shinso ‘hey shinso come over to class a’s dorms’

> as soon as he arrived you sat in your room gaming, after a few rounds passed you took your controller from him placing it beside you and turning to face him on your bed

> ‘shinso’

> ‘yes kitten’

> you grinned as he raised his brow smiling back at you his purple locks framing his face, ‘i’m ready’

> as soon as those words left your lips he jumped at you climbing on top of you as you giggled, he tickled you making you laugh harder

> after a couple minutes of play fighting he layed his head on your chest smiling furiously but not letting you see that

> ‘then you’re mine’

A/N :

IM LOWKEY HIGHKEY BECOMING A SHINSO SIMP :(( BABY IS SO :(( CUTE :(( IM

/)/£/;)28: anyway wbahahahdbfn help it hurts

taglist : @blazedbakugou @todoroki-shoto-is-life @luluwiie

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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Ghosts

Tim Drake x reader

Warning: grief, maladaptive grieving strategies, alcohol, smut, ghosts

I wrote this probably 3 months ago and just now edited it.

You met Tim Drake at the graveyard. It was a blustery early February day. The snow was on the ground but hadn’t snowed in a few days. A short dry blessing for Gotham. Graveyards were the few places that were treated as sanctuaries that they were. Most people in Gotham knew more than their fair share of loved ones residing in multiple across the city.

You walked down the stone path. In the summer the lazy shade of oak trees covered the path but right now, the bare branches just hung mockingly as they protected only a little from Gotham’s frequently bad winds.

You pulled your coat a little tighter and wished you had grabbed a scarf too. Nevermind, your visit was going to be short. You moved with practiced ease through the tombstones. You knew exactly were they were buried. A delicate iron fence surrounded a small spattering of stones. His family plot.

You walked through the gate to a grave on the right side. A small stone vase was attached to the tombstone. You placed a single white daffodil before standing silently. You had nothing to say. Funny when you miss a final goodbye, you often run out of things to say afterwards. You couldn’t cry. It was too stiff. Too odd. All you could do is sigh deeply before walking out of the yard.

You swiftly walked down the path as you hoped to escape the place that caused so much pain. In your hast, you hadn’t bothered watching for others. People very rarely visited on such cold days. You ran into someone.

“I’m so sorry,” you gasped. You’d ran into a man that was clearly grieving. How terribly rude.

“I’m okay,” he said steadying you with a hand on your elbow.

“I’m so sorry to bother you. I’ll let you be,” you said, flushing even in the cold weather.

“Are you alright?” He asked looking at you carefully. You nodded but didn’t move. “Grief is odd, isn’t it? I had to come down here but feel nothing. Not a damn thing.”

You froze. Most people weren’t this honest. “I get it. Grieving sucks. And it never makes any sense, hu?”

“No. It really doesn’t. I think that I’ll come down here and have a deep conversation with him but nothing comes out. I get over here and feel silly talking to a stone,” he said with a sigh. You looked at him. He was about your age and wore a long black peakcoat and a red scarf that whipped in the wind. His clothes were impeccably tailored but looked almost too mature for him. Something a man closer to 30 would wear rather than a guy around 20. Black hair, icy blue eyes. A little bit of a natural sarcastic smile.

“Sometimes the words come when I sit for a while,” you offered.

“Do you- do you mind if I ask who you were visiting? Not their name but who they were to you? You don’t have to. I just wonder,” he said. You hesitated before speaking.

“My boyfriend. He was my boyfriend. And you?”

“My best friend,” he said. “I don’t visit enough. Not near enough.”

“I understand. I’ll let you be then. So you can talk to them instead,” you said carefully. Most people wanted quiet alone time with their dead loved ones. Unlike you. You felt a sense of relief. At least your ghosts weren’t speaking to you when there was someone there.

“Please don’t,” he said quickly. Perhaps not. Maybe you weren’t the only one haunted by ghosts, even if his was more metaphorical. “I just hate being here alone. You don’t have to stay. I’m just a weirdo asking you to hang around a random grave.”

“It’s okay. I really hate being here alone too,” you said barely over a whisper. He nodded. “Do you- do you want to talk about them?”

“Him. Not really. He was just so young. To be dead already,” he said. You looked at the headstone. Yes 22 was far too young to be in the ground. You didn’t say anything.

“I’ll wake up and forget he’s dead sometimes,” he said playing with his fingers roughly. “And it’s like he dies all over again.”

“I’m so sorry. I’ll have a dream so vivid that it’s like he’s back. Sleeping can be so cruel, can’t it?” You said, feeling your throat tighten a little.

“It’s the worst. I just see his death over and over. I think my mind hates me sometime,” he admitted before gulping. You nodded again. You didn’t trust your voice not to break and you could bear to cry.

“You’re freezing,” he said suddenly, looking at you. “Here,” he offered you his scarf and put it around your neck before you could truly protest. His soft cologne invaded your senses. “Do you want get a drink? Or a coffee?”

“I could use a drink,” you answered and he nodded. He kicked the dirt with the tip of his shoes.

“There’s a little pub around the corner. They play cliche Irish music but it’s pretty quiet with good drinks,” he said.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Tim. Yours?” He asked back and you told him your first name. “Drinks? It’s cool if not.”

“Yes. I’m half frozen at this point,” you admitted.

“I can tell. You need to wear more layers,” Tim said with a small smirk.

“Is that Gotham’s version of ‘you’re not from around here?’” You asked. He huffed in amusement.

“Basically. You’re from somewhere warmer,” he said. You shrugged in agreement. “Let’s get going before you freeze.”

“It would be the most ironic place to die,” you responded. He shook his head but didn’t seem upset at your dark humor.

The pub was Irish themed in a way that made you wonder if they did anymore research besides the color green and putting on Flogging Molly which isn’t really Irish anyways. But it was warm and smelled like fried food. You sat in a cramped booth in the back and you couldn’t help but notice just how out of place Tim looked. Everything about him screamed rich and this was a working class bar. Tim didn’t seem to mind though.

“Are you hungry,” he asked and you realized you had a rumbling in your stomach. When was the last time you ate?

“Yeah. I wasn’t hungry until just now,” you commented.

“Yeah I usually force myself to eat,” he said waving over the waiter, a tall skinny guy that looked about 14 with almost white blond hair wet with sweat. You both ordered food and drinks.

“What do you do for a living,” you asked Tim as the food arrived. You were finally warm.

“My job is really boring. I work in investment in a technological corporation,” he said and your eyebrows rose. Tim shedded his coat. “I told you, boring.”

“Sounds... serious,” you said with a little smile and he chuckled. His smile was handsome and he had pretty blue eyes.

“Well, yeah. What do you do? Is your job fun?” He asked in a teasing voice. Even as you smiled back at him, you felt guilty. How could you be happy right now?

“I’m a painter. Or I’d like to be. I mainly design advertisements for companies right now,” you said.

“Painting? That actually sounds fun,” he said a little surprised. “Sorry. I haven’t really been around people since...”

“Yeah. It’s hard to be there when their happy and you’re...” you said. Great. You just made it dark again.

“Yeah...”

“Hey pretty lady,” a drunk man said, sitting next to you in the booth, pushing you closer to the wall. “Have I seen an angel on a star, or whatever.”

“Okay, let’s get going,” Tim said standing up and putting his hand on the guy’s shoulder and the guy shrugged him off. “She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“How do you know, rich boy? Maybe she wants to talk to a real man,” he said with a lopsided grin.

“I don’t,” you breathed as he leaned towards you. You pulled back against the wall. Tim pulled the man out of the booth. The guy growled and sized Tim up. He must have thought he had a good chance, being at least 4-5 inches taller and 50 lbs or more heavier.

He took a drunken swing at Tim who easily deflected away from him. The man didn’t stop but tried to punch Tim again. When he deflected another attack, the man grew even more red faced and tried to tackle Tim against the table. Before the gasp you made could fully come out, Tim had slipped out of the way and grabbed the back of the man’s neck and popped his face on the table. The man slid down unconscious to lay on the floor.

You stared with your mouth slightly agape. What the hell just happened??

“Are you okay?” Tim asked and you stuttered before assuring him you were. “Then we should probably get going. The bar won’t like this.”

“It’s a pub,” you corrected.

“Yeah, let’s go,” he said and you snapped out of it as he grabbed your hand and left out the building before the owner could throw you out. He instead screamed out the door that neither of you could come back. You and Tim ran down the street before stopping at the next block. You laughed loudly and after a confused second, Tim joined. He was still holding your hand.

“That’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time,” you said loudly before Tim shushed you. “How did you? He didn’t even get one hit in,” you breathed.

“Luck I guess?”

“Not a chance. You do karate or something,” you said, standing way too close to him. He grinned at you.

“Some Krav Maga. A little Jui Jitsu,” Tim said almost shyly and you nodded.

“I’ll pretend to know know what those are,” you said and he chuckled. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem,” Tim said staring at you. You caught him looking down at your lips. He was really handsome and had just saved you. Cliche? Totally. Did you care? No.

You put your arm on his other shoulder, Tim’s free hand slid to hold your waist. He bent until he was just short of kissing you. All you had to do was lean up to kiss him.

“Can I?” He breathed.

“Yes,” you whispered. He pressed his lips against yours. The kiss started gentle but before long Tim’s hand held your jaw as he pushed his tongue in your mouth. You made a little breathy moan. Tim pulled back to catch a breath but still rested his forehead against yours. You grabbed his collar and pulled him back in. He grasped your back and pressed your body against his. You were panting when you finally pulled your lips apart.

“My place is a few blocks away,” you breathed. He gave you a questioning look. “If you, if you wanna come back.” He nodded before giving you a dizzying kiss. “Through this alley and we’ll be there in 2 minutes.”

“You shouldn’t walk through alleys,” he said before giving you another kiss. You pulled him along.

“I think I’m fine with you.” You said kissing him before walking some more.

“Okay but still. Alleys are dangerous.” He answered before you placed another kiss on his lips.

“Yeah, and we’re out of the alley now,” you said. “And here’s my building,” you said suddenly shy. You didn’t want your neighbors seeing you kissing some random guy. Especially one obviously rich like Tim. He probably didn’t even know he stuck out. You pulled away from him.

You unlocked the door and quietly offered for him to walk in. Where did your boldness go? Tim stepped in and you thanked your stars that you had cleaned up that morning.

“Do you want a drink?” You asked as you shut the door. Tim hung his coat on a coat rack that had come with the places. He shook his head and walked over to you. His eyes looked over your body like he wanted to eat you.

“What do you want?” You whispered. He looked down at you with dark eyes. His lips were red from your kissing.

“You?” He said more as a question. Can I have you?

“Hmm,” you said with a little smirk before pulling him down by the collar to kiss more. Tim’s hands roamed your body, gentle at first and then more aggressive.

You knew you shouldn’t bring a man home. Not a one night stand. Especially because you were grieving. Emotional. But as dusk fell outside your window and his hands held you firmly, you couldn’t help but be grateful that he was chasing your ghosts away. He leaned over your in bed, his lips pressed against your collarbone as he fingered you.

“Do you have condoms?” He breathed against your skin in a rough voice.

“Bedside table, top drawer,” you answered. Tim reached over to grab one. “Are you sure? Do you want this?” He asked, holding it in hand.

“Yes,” you said taking the condom to roll it on yourself. Tim breathed out quickly as you jerked a few times before sliding it on. He leaned over you and carefully looked over your face before sliding in.

You arched into his touch as he moved. His touch was soft, sweet, cautious. But not in the way anyone in your life treated you. There was no pity. You weren’t a broken doll to be tiptoed around. He was grieving too. His movement sped up as you both got closer and you got out of your head.

You softly moaned his name as you came. Tim groaned before resting his forehead against yours as he finished. He pulled out and threw the condom away. He pulled on his boxers but didn’t seem to know what to do next.

“Stay,” you said and he looked at you surprised.

“Are you sure?”

“Just-just tonight. I hate sleeping alone,” you said, feeling small. The idea of him leaving had the place feel colder, darker. Tim seemed to deliberate in his head before nodding.

“I can stay just tonight,” he said and you weren’t quite sure if he was telling you or himself. He climbed in bed and you scooted closer. He laid on his side and you slid closer to spoon. It was comforting to hear another heartbeat and feel the warmth of a body. It’d been months since you’d had that. Even if it was just one night, you didn’t feel alone. It felt secure and you quickly fell asleep.

You woke up to the unfamiliar but pleasant sensation of laying on a man’s chest wrapped up tight in blankets. A steady heartbeat and warm skin was soothing in the early morning light. You almost drifted off to sleep to the sounds of his breathing when you saw her.

A ghost. A woman in her late 30s or early 40s in conservative upper class women clothing that wasn’t too out of date. She had her arms crossed over her chest and she looked down at you both in disapproval. Her nose looked like Tim’s and she had the same black straight hair as he did.

You gulped and tried to blink her away. That worked some times. Not today. It was weird to see her anyways. Wasn’t it his make best friend that died? Who was she? She stepped closer and you stiffened. She was self-aware and was trying to speak to you. A very determined ghost indeed.

Tim moved in his sleep as if he could sense her presence. She reached out her hand as if she wanted to push the hair back on his forehead. You gasped as she moved closer. What kind of fucking ghost...? Tim woke up and she disappeared with a pop.

“You okay? You look scared or something,” he said in a rough pretty morning voice. You debated answering him truthfully that he was haunted by a mean looking woman but decided against it. He was a one night thing right?

“Nothing. Go back to sleep,” you said and he nuzzled closer.

“Hmm I’d rather have breakfast,” he muttered kissing your neck. You flushed. You hadn’t bothered shopping in a while.

“I don’t really- my fridge is-“

“Not the kind I’m talking about,” Tim said gently pushing you to your back.

“Oh,” you said as he slid beneath the sheets. You certainly weren’t complaining as he kissed down your body. He was good at it but it was also a great tactile distraction. Ghosts weren’t there when you were far to busy to see them.

It’s a little different so let me know what you think.

#batboy x reader #Tim drake x reader #Red Robin x reader #Tim drake smut #Red Robin smut #Tim drake angst #Red Robin angst

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voiceless-terror · 3 years

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Perchance to Dream

@aspecarchivesweek Day Three: Drinks

Characters: Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood, Tim Stoker, Sasha James

Jon comes out to Martin. Twice.

(Ft. Kiss-Averse Jonathan Sims and Hamlet References)

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“Ugh, no thank you.”

Martin pauses. Sasha and Tim titter behind their hands.

And Jon, well. He’s got a look of vehement disgust written across his features, not unlike when he’s laying into what he claims is a fabricated statement. Martin can feel his face turning red at the words.

Getting Jon to come out for drinks had been the hard part. It’s one month into his tenure as Head Archivist, and everyone’s starting to feel the scope of the task ahead of them. Tim thought a ‘monthiversary’ drink was in order, and the only way to get Jon to come out was to threaten him with some sort of ill begotten information, the likes of which Martin couldn’t hear behind the closed door. Ten minutes later, Jon emerged, looking grumpier than usual (and very dashing) with a scarf around his neck. And now he sat next to him in the cozy pub booth, Martin trying very hard to remain stock-still because Jon’s leaning into his side. Perhaps he’s cold? Either way, Martin isn’t going to discourage it.

But then he’d had a few drinks and they all loosened up; even Jon’s laugh came easier. And Martin- well, Martin’s opening up a bit more than usual, chattering about his time in the library and bolstered by the smiles he receives in turn. Tim changed track to the personal, regaling them with his latest outdoor adventure while Sasha and Jon gave witty, sarcastic commentary. But then Tim directed the conversation towards him, and they seemed relatively interested in his poetry. He even felt comfortable enough to rattle out a few lines from his phone in a desperate hope to impress, and he stupidly chose one that referenced ‘lips like a rosebud’ and Jon reacts like he’s read a particularly saucy bit of a smut novel aloud. How embarrassing.

“Whew,” Tim whistles lowly, folding his arms behind his neck with an exaggerated wince. “Harsh, boss.”

“No, that’s not it,” Jon says, shaking his head and putting a hand on Martin’s arm. Putting a hand on Martin’s arm. Putting a hand- “Martin, your poetry is fine, if a bit derivative.” Jon thinks his poetry is fine and he’s got his small, fine-boned hand on Martin’s arm and god, he’s got a poem about that too, somewhere in his phone-

Tim guffaws, slamming a hand on the table and startling Sasha. “What a compliment!”

“It’s just…kissing. Lips. Ugh.” Jon smashes his fork rather violently into a dumpling, sending bits of food flying across the table, one of which hit Tim directly above his eye. “I eat with my mouth.”

“Wise observation.”

“Very astute of you.”

Martin would join in on the banter but Jon’s hand is still on his arm and his warm weight is pressing into his side. Honestly, what’s Jon playing at? He could rip the poetry to shreds in front of him but as long as that hand remains on his arm he’d just sit there, not saying a word. Hell, he’d probably even agree.

“So the bossman doesn’t like kisses,” Tim says, taking an obnoxiously loud sip of whatever fruity beverage he’d decided on. “Is that why you ripped down all of my mistletoe back in research?”

Jon. Mistletoe. Hand still on arm.

“I don’t like any of it,” Jon says, removing his hand from Martin’s arm to make a decisive gesture across the table which nearly sent his drink flying. He instantly misses the pressure but the warmth is still there, burning through his sleeve. Jon looks incredibly drunk, now that Martin’s got a better angle to view his flushed cheeks and bright eyes and lips- “All that touching. I don’t understand why everyone’s so hung up on it. No thank you, not for me.”

A brief flash of understanding lights Sasha’s eyes but Martin’s not in a place to decipher it. He’s not sure if it’s the drink or the Jon-of-it-all that’s impeding him. He’s never seen him so relaxed, so animated about something that’s not work. He can’t even focus on the words coming out of Jon’s mouth at the moment.

But Sasha leans forward- once she’s got an idea in her head, she won’t let go until she’s seen it through. Martin recognizes that look. “You’re asexual, then?”

“Mm,” Jon mumbles, his head tilting back dangerously as he puts on an affected, exaggerated voice. “Man delights not me, no, nor woman neither.”

And then Martin’s gone, suddenly struck by a vision of teenage Jon, silhouetted on a stage by a dramatic spotlight, reciting Shakespeare like a born thespian- look, Martin despises theater, but even he’s not immune to Hamlet. In a dream world he’d be Ophelia, no, not Ophelia, idiot- maybe he’s a stage hand, or no, he helps Jon with his quick changes, that’s a job, right? So caught up is he in this pseudo-high school fantasy that the words being said don’t actually dawn on him until a full minute later, when Tim’s laughter reaches a crescendo.

“Boss, did you seriously just come out via Shakespeare?”

Jon’s not even denying it, giving a lazy, good-natured smile in response. Fuck. Here he is, having some stupid fantasy over his boss who is very much right next to him and very much not interested. God, is he taking advantage? He jumps to the side, trying desperately to put a few more inches of space between them for Jon’s comfort when that small hand comes back to his arm, the sudden and strong grip stopping him in his tracks.

“No!” Jon’s voice is low, those dark eyes so intense. Martin can feel his face go scarlet from his gaze alone. “This is nice. I like it.”

Tim and Sasha share an evil little smile and Martin’s out of commission, the night’s revelations and Jon’s insistent snuggling having taken their toll. He couldn’t tell you what happened after that, how many drinks were shared or how he got home. All he remembers is the feel of Jon’s hand on his arm, his insistent closeness, and the sound of his laugh whenever Tim teased him.

The next day Jon comes in late, looking about as bad as the rest of them felt. From the way he interacts with them, it’s likely that he doesn’t even remember last night, what he did or what he said. Martin tries not to let it sting, and goes back to work, knowing there’s a side of Jon that he’ll likely never see again.

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“Martin, we have to...talk, if that’s alright.”

Martin pauses, a lump building in his throat. “Okay.”

He settles in on Daisy’s lumpy couch, trying not to let his apprehension show. It’s been a week since Jon got him out of the Lonely and they’re still adjusting, but Martin likes to think they’re settling into a nice routine. There’s such a natural ease to their domesticity; they had their differences, sure, but he’s never seen the man so soft and unguarded, puttering around the cottage, making sure everything’s nice and comfortable for the two of them. And of course, there’s the bed situation. Only one, like in all the cliché fanfiction Martin had taken to reading back when he lived in the Archives and his biggest problem was worms. Maybe Jon doesn’t want to share anymore? He’s been strangely distant the past day, keeping space between them and hovering about in a nervous manner. He goes back through their interactions, trying to think of what he could’ve done wrong.

Jon sits down next to him, his face showing his own apprehension. “I know we’ve been getting...close, this past week. But if we’re going to ah, have an, er- well, you know, relationship- there’s some things you need to know.” Relationship. Jon thinks they're in a relationship. Martin didn’t want to put a label to it, too afraid it would shatter the fragile trust they built. But to be in a relationship with Jon, well, that’s something he’s always dreamed of, right?

So he relaxes minutely, tries not to show the utter joy he feels at the words. “Alright. What’s up?”

Jon takes a steadying breath, looking so oddly grave that Martin immediately wants to take him into his arms. “I don’t...well, I’m asexual. So I’m not really interested…” he makes a vague gesture down towards Martin’s crotch and then freezes, clearly embarrassed by the crudeness of the action. “I’m not interested in all of...that. Or kissing, for that matter. It’s just a personal boundary for me, if that’s alright.”

Oh. Martin blinks, taking in Jon’s serious countenance and hopeful eyes and while he wants to match it, he can’t control the laughter that bubbles out of his throat. “Oh-oh Jon-”

Jon immediately blanches, his brow furrowing in confusion and probably hurt. “W-What? What’s so funny?”

“I’m sorry! Fuck-it’s, it’s not that, that’s fine, it’s just-” Martin tries desperately to keep his laughter under control and fails. Christ, he can’t breathe. “Man delights not me, no, nor woman neither!”

“Why are you quoting Shakespeare?” Jon’s looking at him like he’s lost his mind. Perhaps he has.

“Because you did, you daft thing!” Martin’s shoulders shake with the effort of containing himself, and he wipes a tear from his eye. He immediately puts a hand on Jon’s arm, a mirror’s reflection of that night at the bar and yet it’s still his hand that burns. “Jon, it’s fine. I already know. You told us over drinks my first month in the Archives.”

Jon’s face takes on that peculiar look of confusion and concentration that Martin loves, as if he’s searching his mind or maybe even the Eye for information. “I-oh. Oh!” He puts his head in his hands with a groan, ignoring Martin’s comforting pats to the back. “How embarrassing.”

“It was adorable.”

“No it wasn’t,” Jon whines into his hands even as he leans into Martin’s touch.

“It was,” Martin assures him, drawing him close to his side and letting him lean his head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I laughed- you were just so serious, I couldn’t help it-”

“Yes, well,” Jon sighed, settling into his arms, the beginnings of a smile on his face. “It’s fine. As long you’re alright with…”

“More than alright.” It’s Jon, of course it’s alright. Being here with him, in their little shabby oasis- well, it’s more than enough. They sit there in silence for some time, Martin enjoying the closeness of the man he’d fought so hard to protect finally in his arms. He’s starting to think they just might be alright. He smiles to himself, perching his chin on top of Jon’s head.

“To be or not to be-”

“Shut up, Martin.”

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28741983

#my writing #aspecarchives #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #asexual jonathan sims #cw drinking #gratuitous use of hamlet #the gay agenda

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Gimme Shelter - 5

Here comes chapter 5. Expect a little romance and fluff! Our protagonists even start to flirt 😏 I hope you enjoy the next part of their story! If so, please let me know and leave a comment, like or reblog. Thanks 💜

You can find parts 1 - 4 and my other fics on my masterlist

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Kat Spencer)

Words: ~3.3k

Summary: Henry has to deal with a personal crisis and he finds shelter with his old rugby mate Sam and his sister Kat. She used to be Henry’s best friend a very long time ago. Will they be able to become friends again or maybe even more?

Chapter 5: A walk on the coast path, a flirt and a sweet encounter

Warnings: RPF, mention of mental health issues

Unbeta'ed. English isn't my first language. Mistakes ahead and they're all mine.

Disclaimer: I don’t know the real Henry Cavill or anyone who's related to him in any way, this is pure fiction and nothing more

Credits: Pics for the moodboard from Pinterest. Face claims: Kat = Jennifer Connelly

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Over the next few days Kat and Henry got closer and closer. They had long conversations almost every day that were so very helpful for both of them and they felt that the bond between them, this strong connection they had all these years ago and that had been cut off so abruptly, was rebuilding slowly. It was almost like back in the days. Kat and Henry against the rest of the world.

Kat helped Henry to sort out his thoughts, to make decisions and plans without taking responsibility away from him. She didn't make it easy for him by taking over control or telling him what to do. All she did was listen, sharing her view on things and giving him advice and she did it in a way that made it easy for Henry to see where he wanted to go with his life in the future. She didn't judge, she didn't criticize, she just gave him her opinion and support and that was all he was asking for.

On day 8 after the treehouse talk Henry was brooding over a text he wanted to publish. A statement for his fans, the media, the public in general but it wasn't so easy to get the tone right and to explain enough to make his latest actions relatable without giving up too much of his privacy. He closed his laptop with a sigh and rubbed his tired eyes when it knocked on the door.

"Come in." he said, hoping it was Kat and his wish came true.

"Hey." Kat greeted him with a bright smile and joined him at the kitchen table. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." He shook his head. "I'm not very productive today."

"So maybe you need a distraction? What about a walk on the coast path? The weather is lovely and I'm really in need of some fresh air. Wanna join me?"

Kat flinched when Mr. Darcy jumped onto her lap out of the blue. "Heavens, Darce...you're gonna give me a heart attack one day." The cat ignored her fond scolding and curled up into a ball on her thighs, clearly demanding a bit of tender loving care that she gave him with an amused smile. "I haven't seen him downstairs in days."

"Cat got your tongue?" Kat stood up with a smirk and Henry was sure she was swaying her hips more than usual when she went to the door. "Come on, Cavill. Let's go."

Henry chuckled. "Yeah, it seems he's moved in with us. He sleeps with Kal in my bed every night. I think he's in love." Kat grinned. "Well, I can't blame him. Who wouldn't fall in love with a smart, sexy hunk and his furry companion." She gave him a flirtatious wink and now Henry was the one feeling like having a heart attack.

This was new. She'd never flirted with him before. All their banter was of friendly nature, sarcastic and funny but not flirty. He wanted to give her a witty answer, make a sexy remark but his mind went blank. All he was able to think about was how badly he wanted to touch and kiss her and so he opened his mouth but not a single word came out.

Kat's heart was racing when they left the house and walked down the road that led to the coast path side by side. It was obvious that her cheeky remark had caught him off guard but she wasn't sure if he considered her move good or bad. It had taken all her courage to try and flirt with him and his reaction left her a little clueless. It was not like she didn't know how to flirt. She did and she loved a sexy flirtatious banter. She wasn't shy and she also was aware of the fact that she was attractive but when it came to Henry everything was different. She turned into an insecure teenager again, helplessly in love and completely confused.

Just don't make the same mistakes again. Her thoughts wandered back to the night she'd spend with Eli after the city festival. When she went home with him she wanted to have sex with him, she really did but it didn't work. Whenever she closed her eyes and kissed him she saw Henry and the way he had looked at her when they were dancing slowly. Elijah soon noticed that something was off and he connected the dots quickly. He was very sweet and instead of being pissed he made coffee and they sat down and talked. Kat told him about her and Henry, all about their past, about Poppy, the heartbreak, her feelings for him, just everything. When she was finished Eli gave her a grin. "Well, I've been dumped for worse guys than Henry Cavill. I mean, even I wouldn't say no to him and I'm straight as fuck."

Kat chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Thank you for your understanding. I just don't know how to deal with my feelings. I don't even understand the nature of these feelings."

"The nature? You're falling for him again. And judging by the way he looked at you and the death stares he was giving me all night, I'd say he feels the same way." Eli shrugged as if it was as clear as day. "And you should really grasp at that second chance."

Kat sighed. "I don't know. What if he hurts me again?"

"You're not sixteen anymore. I'm sure he's learned his lesson and so have you. Just don't fuck it up this time, Kat."

"Excuse me? I didn't fuck it up back then." She looked at him flabbergasted.

"Come on, you know what I mean. Just don't make the same mistakes again." Eli took her hand and gave it a squeeze. "Yeah, he was a total ass and treated you badly. He lied to you. I get that. But you never gave him a hint that you have feelings for him. You took him for granted, Kat. You thought he'd always be there for you exclusively, that you are the only girl in his life and that you could afford to keep him in the dark about your feelings. You had this romantic idea in your head. You and him, the ball, the romance, a dance, a kiss, a confession but you never even considered that he liked you too but moved on because you'd friendzoned him. Truth is you didn't dare to tell him that you're in love with him and it backfired and hit you hard."

Kat started to chew on her lip. "Yeah. Maybe you're right."

"And if I may add one thing. You're 38. You're beautiful and smart but you're still single. You said it yourself, none of the men you meet can live up to your expectations. You've never met 'the one'. What if Henry's been the one for you all along?"

And that was the question that was running around in her mind ever since Elijah had posed it. Was it possible? Was Henry the one for her?

"This way?" Henry's voice interrupted her thoughts. He pointed at a path that turned off to the left. "Yes." Kat smiled at him sheepishly and Henry gave her a funny look. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sure. I was just lost in thought. Sorry."

"Thinking about hot hunks, huh?" He smirked and it was ridiculously sexy. Kat's heart jumped with joy when she realized that he was flirting back.

"More about their cute companions." Kat laughed out loud with relief and joy. "Come on, Kal." She clapped her hands and started to run down the path, the American Akita following close behind, wagging his tale with excitement. She looked back over her shoulder with a grin. "What are you waiting for, Hen. Are you afraid you can't keep up with me?"

"Don't try me." Henry laughed and ran after her, chasing her down the path, playfully imitating a roaring bear. Kat was surprisingly fast and he indeed had problems keeping up with her. He wasn't a sprinter, his body wasn't really made for running though he did it for cardio regularly. So he had stamina but he wasn't very fast. Kat on the other hand was agile and quick and she took the rocky path effortlessly, it was a treat for the eyes. He knew she liked trail running and her smooth motions showed him that she did this often. When he finally caught up with her she flashed him a smile and slowed down. They came to a halt, both panting and laughing at the same time. "We better walk now. I'm too old for running away from a man as fit as you." Kat bent her upper body down and supported herself with her hands on her knees. Henry grinned. "You're way too fast for me. You ran like a bat out of hell."

They both burst out laughing again for no real reason and it felt so good to be childish and just a little silly. Henry was so comfortable, so much like himself, when he was with her it made him feel whole again. She was the antidepressant he really needed.

"What about some climbing instead of running?"

"Climbing? Jesus, Kat, are you trying to wear me out?"

"Well, it's not really climbing. The trail is just a little rockier and steeper than the regular one." Kat pointed at a path that was overgrown and led upwards to what seemed to be a cliff.

"What's up there? A make-out spot?" He asked, grinning cheekily.

"Dream on." Kat raised an eyebrow and her smile was sexy and amused at the same time. "Just an amazing view on the bay from the top of the cliff."

"It's closed off." Henry looked at the chain that blocked the trail with a frown.

"Yes...but we can take it anyway. That's not a problem."

"The sign says 'no trespassing', Kat."

She sighed. "I know but this is more for the tourists. There have been some minor accidents. Someone broke his leg or something. So they closed it off...insurance stuff and such...you know how it is. It's nothing, I've been there many times."

Henry still wasn't convinced. "It can still be dangerous and what if we get caught?"

"Sorry." She mumbled avoiding his gaze.

Kat laughed. "No risk, no fun. Come on now, Pop." She froze before she blushed furiously.

"Pop, huh?" Henry's lips turned up into a mocking grin. Pop had been her nickname for him at school. Whenever he'd tried to tell her what to do or to keep her from doing things he considered too dangerous or simply inappropriate she had teased him with this name to make clear that he sounded like her father. And so he became Pop just like she became Kitty.

"No worries, Kat. I like the sound of it. Actually I get called daddy a lot these days." Her eyes met his and he wiggled his eyebrows with a teasing smirk. Kat's confidence was back and she gave him a lopsided grin and a wink before she climbed over the chain. "Well, I guess I better behave then...daddy."

20 minutes later they were sitting side by side on top of the cliff, Kal lying at Henry's feet and Kat hadn't promised too much. The view was spectacular. "That's fantastic, Kat."

"Yeah. It never ceases to amaze me, every time I come here, again and again."

They sat there in comfortable silence for a while, staring at the ocean. Kat's legs touched his and the physical closeness awoke the butterflies inside of him. He turned to her, admiring her pretty face. "Thanks for taking me here." She looked at him with a smile. "I knew you'd love it. I've been here many times thinking of you, wishing you were with me, like you're with me now." Her voice got weaker with every word and she bit her lip, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Henry's heart started to race when he realized what her words meant. She had never stopped thinking about him just like he had never been able to forget her. He took her hand and pressed a soft kiss on her knuckles. She let it happen, she even closed her eyes. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than by your side, Kitty." He knew it was a bold move to call her that after her reaction the other day but she didn't seem to mind. "That's good to know, Pop."

She opened her eyes again and they shared a shy smile. Henry didn't let go of her hand, he even started to stroke it with his thumb tenderly. Kat's gaze fell on his lips and they both leaned in slowly. Their lips were just about to meet in a tender kiss when they heard suppressed giggles from behind. They turned around and saw two girls who were standing behind a rock, watching them. They were nine maybe ten years old and really cute. "Hey, you nosy little rascals. Are you observing us?" Henry scolded them playfully, laughing out loud and Kat couldn't help but join in.

"What about your dog? Don't you go to work?" Nelly asked.

"We were observing your dog. It looks like a bear." The taller girl said with a confident smile. She had beautiful, thick, red hair and reminded Kat very much of Anne Shirley from 'Anne with an E'. "What's your name?" she asked. "I'm Nelly and this is my bestie Laura." The other girl giggled again and waved at them but she didn't say a word. "Would you want to pet my dog? His name is Kal." Henry gave them an encouraging smile and they nodded eagerly. "Come on, Kal. Meet Nelly and Laura." Kal got up and greeted the girls like the friendly dog he just was and they kneeled down to stroke his soft fur.

"I want a dog too, but my parents say no." Laura said and she pouted her lips. "I'm sure they have good reasons." Henry explained. "A dog requires a lot of time." "Yeah. That's what my parents say. They don't have time for a dog because they both have to work." She rolled her big brown eyes, never stopping to pet Kal who enjoyed the love he received.

"Your parents are very reasonable . You wouldn't want your dog to be sad, would you?" "No." She shook her head vehemently. "Of course not." "See, but dogs are sad when they have to be alone all day." She nodded and sighed. "Oh, okay."

"I'm lucky. I can take Kal with me when I work." Henry gave her a bright smile but she seemed sceptical. "Really? Must be a very strange job, when you can bring your dog."

"It is a strange job, you're right, Nelly, but I love it anyway." And for the first time in months, he felt it. He loved his job and he was a lucky man.

After the sweet encounter with Nelly and Laura the intimate moment was ruined and the sexual tension was gone but Kat and Henry were still in a good mood and they went back home chatting lightheartedly.

"You were great with the girls. Did you never think about having kids?"

Henry gave Kat a surprised look.

"Of course I did. I'd love to have a bunch of children but I guess I'd need a woman first."

"I don't think there's a lack of women in your life."

"No, of course not. There were many of them but never the one to start a family with."

Now it was Kat who was surprised. "You have never been in a serious relationship? Never made plans to settle down? I'm sorry if this a stupid question but I've always avoided reading about your private life in the media…"

"It's not stupid at all. What you can read about my private life is mostly bullshit anyway." Henry let out a snort. "But no, I've never been really serious with a woman. I was engaged once but that was a very stupid idea. I was young and foolish…"

"But why? I mean, you're perfect husband material."

"Yeah, for gold diggers and attention whores." He rolled his eyes. "I don't know, it's always the same. I meet a woman, I fall fast and hard and after a few weeks I wake up from this romantic vision I had of her and me and there's nothing left...I lose interest or she gets bored with me and that's it. It has always been like this. I'm just not able to find a woman that completes me." He shrugged. "What about you? Why are you still single?"

Kat took a deep breath. "Pretty much the same actually. There have been a few men, short relationships, but it never lasted. All of them tried to turn me into something I'm not. A trophy wife, a housewife, a mistress…but none of them could make me feel at home with them."

"They must have been idiots. Why would anybody try to change you. You're great the way you are." Henry said, shaking his head in disbelief. "What about Jim?"

Kat smiled. "Jim was indeed different. We had a great time but after four years we grew apart. I was so young, 23, I wanted to travel, to see the world, he was 30 and wanted to settle down and start a family. That's why we broke up and it was the right thing to do. We're still friends and he has a great family now."

"Seems we were right when we were moping teenagers and said we're never going to find true and everlasting love. Do you remember? Kitty and Pop..the lonely heart club?"

"Of course. All these sad poems we wrote and you were so great at reciting them." Kat laughed softly at the memory. "God, we were so pathetic with our self-pity."

"Yeah, we were. But eventually you fell for Aaron."

"Love is a big word for what Poppy and I had in those 6 months we were together." Henry looked at his hands, his fingers were fumbling with the ring on his pinky. Guilt washed over him whenever he talked about Poppy in Kat's presence. "I guess I didn't even know what love is when I was with her. Maybe I still don't."

Kat cocked her head looking at him. Yes, after you broke my heart, was what she was thinking. "I did. He was my byronic hero. He saved me..." was what she was saying. "And you loved Poppy."

"You must have loved your girlfriends."

Henry shrugged. "I have but...I don't know…"

"You loved them and at the same time you knew they weren't the one. Something was always missing…."

Kat spoke out what he was thinking but couldn't express.

He looked at her, nodding his head. "Exactly."

"Yeah. Same here. Aren't we the lucky ones?" Kat gave him a sarcastic grin. "We should resurrect the lonely hearts club."

The way she tried to shrug off the topic all of the sudden showed him that it had gotten under her skin. Deep. He smirked and gave her a wink. "Count me in."

Kat looked at him with a frown. "Really? I was actually joking."

"Why not. Could be fun to take a stroll down memory lane."

"You're right. Let's do it. First meeting on Saturday night? At the woodhouse?"

"Sounds like a plan. I better start searching the internet for some sad, dramatic poems."

"And I'm going to compile a playlist."

"Deal." Henry offered Kat his hand for a handshake and she took it grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Deal."

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missskzbiased · 3 years

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Betting Big

Summary: As the one and only Seo Changbin, you would never think that you would be willing to pay for someone to go out with you. At least not until you met her. To be honest, not even after you met her but here you were now… Agreeing with splitting the money from a bet that you never made… And all this for what? Just to get a chance to make her fall for you

WC: 1,5 K

Genre: Romance, Fluff

AUs: High School, Fake Bet

Pairing: Seo Changbin X Fem! Reader X ???

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Warnings: none

Notes: This is in “Changbin’s POV” although written as Self-insert

This is going to be a miniseries, I guess. I’m not sure how many chapters I want to make. I’d like if you guys could vote on this:

Minho as BFF to lovers for the Triangle

Han as Friends to lovers for the Triangle

No Love Triangle at all

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Everyone but you wanted to be the popular guy.

Not because you were above things like wanting to fit on the wild battlefield that high school was or because you didn’t need people’s approval to feel like a whole person, and even less because you hated being under everyone’s eyes… No. You were petty enough to admit that you loved the attention. The reason why you weren’t like everybody else was that you were the popular guy that everyone wanted to be. That’s right… You were what every single one of those kids wanted to become and you didn’t need to do anything to have your way.

At least, that was what you believed exactly thirty seconds ago.

The silent pause following your invitation wasn’t expected, and neither was the way her judgmental eyes scanned you from head to toes. There was this foreign feeling of being embarrassed, and that sudden urge to shrink and hide from the crowd that you didn’t allow to show on the surface. You were too cool for this. So you settled for clearing your throat, leaning on her table in what you hoped to be a flirty way, and glanced at your friends’ table in search of some sort of silent moral support that you were so in need of right now.

You could say that you weren’t the most subtle human being in the world or else her eyes wouldn’t have snapped right to where you were looking at. As the bunch of overly stealthy people that you definitely were used to be with popularity clogging your better judgment, the four of your friends stared right into her eyes; the expression of a deer caught in headlights plastered over their face. If you had any hopes of not humiliating yourself to that strange girl in the corner ─ who you happened to have a big, fat crush on for at least one year now ─, they were immediately crushed by your own best friends.

Very well.

At least, it couldn’t get any worse than this, right?

Then you learned the valuable lesson of not speaking too soon.

“You want to go out with me?” That wasn’t the kind of incredulous tone that was meant to hide one’s excitement… It was more like that bewildered contempt that one cannot hide at all.

She couldn’t even process the fact that you were bold enough to believe that the mere thought of dating you could ever have crossed her mind… And once more, the humiliation hit you like cold water coming directly from an angry, merciless waterfall. Was that how normal people felt in their daily lives? Jeez… It was so much better to be popular! How do those kids even handle that? Definitely not the life for you.

Your internal rambling had you missing the slow shift on her expression; rejection dissolving to give way to some kind of resigned interest: “How much?” She spoke up in curious confidence, and you must have been too lost on your thoughts because you had no idea of what she was talking about.

“Excuse me?” You blurted out ever so eloquently.

“How much is into this bet?” She asked as if it was the most reasonable thing in this world, and the lack of response had her scoffing, to further prove your point, “Really? You expect me to believe that the most popular guy in school would come all the way to my table, conveniently under his friends’ eyes, just to ask me out on a date with no second intention?” She raised her brows amusedly, chuckling at what seemed to be the best joke she had ever told anyone “Right” She huffed, crossing her arms and tilting her head to take a better look at you.

That was the moment of the truth.

You could either tell her that she misunderstood everything and explain how much you really liked her ─ which would put everything at risk because she clearly didn’t believe you could like someone like her ─ or you could play along with it and score a chance to win her heart on a date.

The answer seemed to be pretty obvious to you.

“Yeah, right” You laughed dismissively, pulling out the chair so you could sit down beside her. There was no sign of resistance in her face; moreover, there was a shimmering curiosity dancing in her expectant eyes, “You totally caught me…” You admitted grudgingly, shrugging to show her how much you didn’t care about it. Fun Fact: You actually did! And you would very much appreciate her to know that… Damn it! What the hell were you getting yourself into?! “So… Should we split it?” You suggested nonchalantly ─ just like the smooth son of a bitch you were.

“What about fifty-fifty?” She proposed shamelessly; face twisting in a funny expression that tried to say that she didn’t care about it either but giving it away that she did, “How much is in for me? Like… A hundred bucks or something?” She leaned back on her chair before shrugging, not willing to admit that she was interested in this.

“You’re good” You chuckled while nodding in agreement; mimicking her as you leaned back on your chair, “Sounds great, right? Getting a hundred bucks to date this hot stuff here?” You grinned as you gestured at yourself, getting nothing but an unimpressed look from her.

“Look, Changbin…” She began hesitantly “If we’re going to make this work, it might be better for you to let me do the talking, okay?” She smiled sarcastically, looking at you with a mix of… You weren’t even sure what. Was constipation considered a feeling? If so, she looked constipated by your existence, “I’m not gonna lie… I want the money, and as long as we don’t have to do anything stupid like kissing or having sex, I think I’m in” She simply agreed while looking into your eyes.

She had such pretty eyes… The most beautiful eyes you have ever seen… The type of eyes to hold so many emotions that you couldn’t help but wonder if those would ever be directed at you. Right now, you could see they were. However, the usually captivating trait wasn’t that heartwarming now… Not when there was nothing but pained resignation in them… Not when they made so damn obvious that she didn’t like you back… Not when they shift to sheer excitement to the sound of someone else’s voice.

“Hey” Was the single word that brought her to such a state of happiness; eyes twinkling and a genuine smile cracking on her face as she looked to the guy talking to her “What’s this?” He asked while gesturing to the both of you before squinting his eyes in suspicion “This table has always been our, shortie, fuck off” He scoffed; sitting down as if it didn’t even cross his mind that you could stand up against him.

“Short—?!”

“Shut up, Minho” She rolled her eyes, even though you could see the amusement in them, “He’s here to ask me out on a date” She clarified nonchalantly; eyes attentive to his reaction.

“Of course he is” He snorted, shaking his head in disbelief while poking his food.

“I am” You stated seriously while boldly offering him The Look, “Is that a problem?” You arched your brow in a silent challenge.

“I don’t know…” He dropped his fork; eyes connecting to yours with such a murderer intention that for a second you considered just playing it off as a joke “Is that a problem?” He asked back, studying your face.

Thank Lord you were a proud Leo or else the “No, Sir” on the tip of your tongue would have slipped just like that from your mouth. Instead, you just returned his glare, choosing to be silent so you would not show him how much he scared the shit out of you. The silent battle was promptly cut off by the damsel in distress herself, a not-so-subtle kick under the table that had Minho wincing on his seat.

“No, that’s not a problem” She stated firmly enough to end the discussion “I’m going out with him” Even though you were aware of that, it still made your stomach flutter.

“Okay” He said bitterly; lips twitching slightly “So that’s not a problem” He forced a smile, picking his fork and scrambling his food mindlessly.

“Great!” You offered her a bright smile, too excited to hide your true feelings.

“Great” She stated monotonously “So… See you later?” She arched her brows as if to say that it was time for you to walk away.

“Of course” You agreed promptly “I can walk you home later… So… We can arrange the details” You suggested hopefully, and she seemed to embrace the idea.

“Sounds like a date” She smiled.

“Yeah” You chuckled; rubbing your arm before waving at her and heading to your friends’ table.

Well… Getting a date: Checked.

Having your feelings reciprocicated: Hm… On progress?

First confession meeting any of your expectations: Hell no...

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peachpitfics · 3 years

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Mistletoe

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Summary: Every year Rossi holds a Christmas Eve dinner, the Team and their little families attend. This is your first one, and coincidentally, you get caught under the mistletoe.

Length: 2.6k

Pairing: SpencerReid x Female!Reader

Content Warnings: ~none~

A/N: Hiiii, this is super fluffy and sweet. Hopefully the first of a few Christmas themed fics. I hope you like it!!

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You never had anywhere to go for the holidays. You had no real family, moved to a new state, and joined a new force only a few weeks ago. The new team you worked with was a tight knit family. They had been together for years and while they were welcoming and did their best not to exclude you, it was hard to bear the inside jokes and recalling of memories you were not a part of. What shocked and surprised you most about their bond, was the family Christmas held at Rossi’s huge house. Everyone, and their families would come, eat a glorious Christmas dinner, and spend it together.

You rang the doorbell and stood, rugged up on the doorstep, huge wooden and glass double doors in front of you. Dave answered the door, arms wide open as he took you in a loving embrace. “Thanks for inviting me” You shuffled into the house awkwardly, passing Rossi two bottles of wine as he showed you where you could shed your winter coverings. Rossi’s house was beautifully decorated from top to bottom. You were sure it had to have been professionally done. “Thank you y/n, this is great. I’m so glad you could make it out here tonight” Dave beamed at you, “And you look beautiful”. You hadn’t put too much effort in tonight but dressed nicely for dinner at least. What he said made you blush; you hid your face as he led you into the dining room. “Hey! Looks who’s here” Morgan smiled across the table. Garcia, sitting next to him, waving overly excitedly. You waved back, clearly not having had any eggnog. As you sat down, in between Hotch and JJ, Hotch poured eggnog into your glass and clinked glasses with you. “We’re just waiting on the kid, he said he was on the phone with his Mom. But he should be almost here” Rossi shared with them.

They all sat around the table, laughing at Garcia who was intoxicated, conversing over Christmas memories from their childhood. Not all of them were overly happy memories, just thoughts of a simpler time. “What about you, y/n? Favourite Christmas memory from when you were a child?” Hotch asked. Emily looked worriedly at you, she had been the one you spoke to and got to know out of everybody. “Well... um” Clearing your throat, you paused as Spencer walked in and slipped into his seat beside Garcia and across from you. “Yeah, okay. I think I was about 8... I was in my second group home and there were about 15 kids of all different ages. The church choir stopped by to sing carols to us in the evening; and, uh, we had a roast chicken, a lot of us had never experienced Christmas before so it was pretty wonderful. The church also brought us a box of second-hand toys, which was lovely. I think that’s probably the best one” Everyone stared at you in awe. The type of awe you were dreading. You shuffled uncomfortably in your seat as they started to notice that the staring was out of control. “I didn’t know you were a foster kid” Morgan said somberly, having grown up in an area with a lot of foster kids himself. “Yeah, I was. It wasn’t so bad” You smiled softly, begging someone to take the attention off of you. “Sorry I’m late, you guys, my Mother was reminiscing about Christmas in 1969” Spencer chuckled awkwardly. And that was the end of it, their focus was changed, and Spencer was explaining his Mother’s story, which in turn was quite boring.

Within 30 minutes, Rossi and several servers emerged from the kitchen, bringing platters and large bowls and more wine. It was the most extravagant thing you’d seen in your whole life. I’ve never even been a restaurant this nice, you thought to yourself, watching as they served. Rossi held in his hands an exceptionally large knife, whilst standing over the bird, gathering everyone’s attention. “For me, Christmas means being with family. Sharing it with you, makes it the most precious and special time of the year” Rossi paused, “To family”. Everyone raised their glasses and repeated the toast back to him. He carved the meat, and you all passed the fixings round the table. It was the most delicious food you’d ever had. You began to wonder if everyone with a family had a lovely Christmas like this every year.

Before long, the kids were playing hide and seek throughout the house as all the adults made their way into the awesomely large sitting room. Everyone gathered around, sitting in the settee’s or on the rug by the fireplace. “Anyone care for brandy and a cigar?” Rossi asked. “Am I in a game of Clue?” Garcia looked around the room, “Where the hell is Miss Scarlet, I want to ask her some questions”. People snickered at her comments, she got more sarcastically funny as she got further intoxicated. “No seriously, would anyone like a drink?” Rossi stood by his sideboard bar, crystal decanters lined up with matching glasses. “Scotch, for me Dave, thank you” Hotch nodded. “I’ll take one of those as well” Emily smiled. “Not for me, I’m driving” Will grinned at JJ, hoping she would have another drink and let her hair down a little. You noticed this and nudged JJ in the side, “I brought more wine” You raised your eyebrows cheekily at her.

She looked long and hard into your eyes, really thinking over how hectic the headache was going to be in the morning. “Screw it” She mumbled, caving in to your devilish look, “Go get the wine” She lightly tapped your arm. “Oh no, come on y/n, I’ll go” Rossi offered. “Seriously, it’s fine, I’m sure I won’t get lost on the way back or anything” You giggled, jumping up from the floor and heading towards the big arch way through to the foyer. “Hey, y/n!” Spencer stopped you in the doorway, “Would you mind getting me a glass of water?” He asked in a soft tone. You nodded happily; it was an easy request.

“Hold on...” Hotch said quickly. They all stared at you again. “You can’t move” Hotch smiled gently, “You’re under the mistletoe”. Everyone laughed and gaped as Hotch caught you out under the mistletoe. “What do you mean I can’t move?” You laughed, as if this were a silly game. “In the Rossi house, if you pause under mistletoe and get caught out, you have to wait there until someone kisses you” Dave explained. Obviously Hotch had been caught before and was now pointing out Rossi’s next victim. “Who’s gonna do it?” Garcia looked intrigued, waiting for the war between them to begin while you stood there, knees shaking at the thought of having to kiss someone on the team. “Well, I’m out” Rossi said, having reconnected with an old lover recently. Will and JJ snuggled closer together, that was an obvious no. Hotch uncomfortably sat back into the settee, smiling cheekily into his glass.

A few faces turned to Morgan. “Hey now, that’s usually my style, but I’m seein’ somebody at the moment” Morgan shrugged, hoping Penelope wouldn’t pull him apart over the comment he made. Which inevitably, she did. “Can’t I just go to the kitchen, come on, this is silly” You spoke over them, they were discussing among them who should be the one to kiss you and set you free from the nasty grip of the mistletoe. “It’s gotta be Reid” Emily’s voice rang out over all of the incoherent babbling.

Spencer had been laughing and watching this unfold around him, blending into the leather settee like a chameleon. Now that the faces turned to him, he flushed red and he eyes grew wider. “Ha ha, you guys” Spencer tried to redirect, blushing madly “Emily, it’s you! You know it’s you” He laughed awkwardly. “It could be me; I just don’t really think that’s y/n’s speed... whereas you...” She let the rest of the team join in on the end. “Yeah I don’t think she swings that way” JJ looked back at Emily, shaking their heads together negatively. “Which leaves you Spencer, everyone else is attached at the moment” Hotch's voice seemed confident and firm, but had a hint of a giggle in it.

This started to seem like a set up to you, everyone was grimacing, smirking up at you. No one else tonight had been caught under mistletoe and there was no shortage of it in this house. You crossed your arms in front of you and lovingly glared back at each of them. “Come on Spence” JJ grabbed his knee and shook it, as if this provided some sort of moral support. “Spencer! Spencer! Spencer!” Penelope started a chant and within seconds, they had all joined in. “Okay! Okay, okay, you can stop doing that now. The peer pressure has worked” Spencer’s face couldn’t not smile. His cheeks tugged tightly at his lips, and though his face was red, he looked pleasantly excited. Reid stepped over JJ and slowly approached the door frame. He got closer to you, looked into your eyes, and pursed his lips, eyes widening as if to say, “This is weird”. He rocked back on his heels for a moment, hands awkwardly in his pockets. You remained still, one eyebrow raised in shock, arms still folded in front of you. “Come on pretty boy, we haven’t got all night” Morgan teased, Garcia gripping onto him, her eyes as wide as possible so she didn’t miss anything.

In an instant, he lunged forward, a hand landing on your cheek and one at the small of your back. Spencer planted his lips onto yours, you could almost feel him smiling into it. Your arms softened and untangled as they found their way onto his chest in front of you. As you parted, the embarrassing hail of whoops and clapping arose. Spencer stepped back giggling, hiding his face from his colleagues. You pursed your lips together and held your fingers to your lips briefly, surprised at how good that felt. “I’m gonna go grab that wine now” You blushed, laughing along with the hyenas in the sitting room. Pausing slowly at the fridge, your head hitting the metal, you exhaled from deep in your lungs. Never in your life did you think you would be in such a position. But you were happy and almost grateful for your embarrassing workmates.

You returned with the wine, rose coloring still in your cheeks. Spencer was now playing with the kids under one of the many Christmas trees and you retook your position on the rug with JJ and Will, pouring them both a glass of white wine. No one teased anymore, no one laughed. There were just separate pods of conversation. Eventually, after picking up sleepy children off the couches in the lounge room, JJ and Will were thanking Rossi for such a lovely evening. Hotch not far behind with Jack. Those that were left were Morgan and Penelope, desperately arguing over whether or not ‘Die Hard’ was a Christmas film. Rossi and Emily, who were debating finer Scotches and Whiskeys. You watched on, amused by their friendships, and longing to be one of them. Until you noticed that Spencer had gone. You got up from the rug and wondered through the house, finding him on the balcony off the dining room.

You unlatched the door, alerting him to your presence. “Hey” He smiled softly at you. “Hey” You sounded unsure, “I’m sorry if that was super weird for you in there”. He chuckled under his breath slightly as you approached and stood next to him in the cold night air. “You know, I thought it would be... But it was... nice” He nodded, tucking his smile into his scarf. You tried to look away, hiding the permanent smile plastered on your face. “It was nice” You said gently. Spencer turned towards you, and unintentionally looked you up and down, “You must be so cold” He said, shedding his coat and draping it across your shoulders. You looked at the soft brown tweed and curled your nose, “But now, you’ll be cold”. “Doesn’t matter” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Spencer I-” He interrupted quickly, “Can I have a do over?”. “Sorry, what?” You shook off whatever you were going to say and clarified you heard him correctly. “I just- I would have kissed you differently, had they not set me up and cheered like an audience” He closed his eyes, “ I would have kissed you differently”.

Without saying anything, you slid your icy cold hand into his. Warmth radiated from his large hands as his fingers slid between yours. You pulled his hand and turned him to face you. “You can kiss me again” You mumbled. His eyes were so dark and deep, he held eye contact with you, bringing his face slightly down to meet you in the middle. His soft lips, tripping over yours hungrily. His breath warm on your face. His tender hands, not so gingerly on respectful places on your body like before. One hand slid up to your neck, lightly holding on, but eventually wrapping around to grasp the back of your neck. His other hand placed further south of the small of your back, pulling your whole body into him as his tongue delved into your mouth. You tried to move your hands, you tried to do anything, but your brain was completely overwhelmed and stunned by the warmth and pleasure washing over you.

He pulled away, kissing your cold nose, along your jawline. Pressing on last kiss to your lips, and then to your forehead as he wrapped his arms around you. Your body sunk into him. Even without his jacket, he was still so warm, and it was so inviting. You wrapped your arms around his back and held onto him as tightly as he held onto you. “This is a better Christmas story than the one I told before” You muttered at a giggle into his woolen jumper. Spencer smiled into the nape of your neck. “God, I hope so” He laughed, and you felt his whole body move against yours. After a while, you parted and just stood snuggled together on the balcony. “They really set us up, big time” You pondered. “I can’t believe Emily blabbed” Spencer shook his head. You looked sharply up at him. “Blabbed?” You asked confusedly. “Yeah... I kind of told her I had a crush on you” He tried to hide his face but you wouldn’t let him, you grabbed his hand and held it in your own. “Oh my god” That same old shocked expression was strewn back across your face. “I know, it’s super embarrassing and I’m sorry I didn’t -“ You interrupted him this time, “No, Spencer, I told Emily I had a crush on you” You said quickly, without thinking.

Both of you, stunned, really thought about how devious Emily was. Why did we do that? You asked yourself; the answer quite simply was, she was a very open person and people often told her their secrets. “I guess, I’m glad I told her” Spencer smiled, “Because otherwise I never would have got to kiss you”. You leaned up to his lips and kissed him again. “Now, you can kiss me anytime you want” You whispered to him, that gorgeous smile still fighting its way onto his face.

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Inside, Emily and Rossi stood in the doorway of the dining room, peering out onto the Balcony like a pair of sneaky teenagers. They had been watching for several minutes, and though they couldn’t hear the conversation, they knew they were busted for setting the whole thing up. “Thanks again, Dave” Em raised his glass of scotch to Dave’s brandy, both of them grinning like school girls. “Absolutely anytime, my dear” They clinked glasses and walked steadily back into the sitting room, arms around each other.

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couchpotatoaniki · 3 years

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One Year ❣︎ Seven: Never Ask Friends for Help

Chapter Summary: As San expected, he caught a cold after your little prance through the storm in Hallim Park the previous day. Luckily, you're fine, which gives you the wonderful opportunity to look after him and the even more wonderful opportunity to let your chaotic nature shine.

Pairing: Mafia!San x Fem!Reader Genre: Mafia AU, fluff, angst, eventual smut, lotta crack and stupid shit ngl Chapter warnings: swearing, (this chapter is pure fluff and crack) Word count: 3.2k+ A 365 Days parody

Previous: Chapter Six For the rest of the series, click here

Speech in bold means they’re talking in Korean

Speech in italics is whatever the reader wants their native langue to be that’s not Korean or English

Speech without either means they’re talking in English

Silence filled your room when you woke up the next morning. It was strange, since San had said he would be waking you up, and there you were, still lying in bed by the time noon rolled around.

It wasn’t as if you were waiting for him to come and get you, but you just wanted to take advantage of the time in such a warm blanket. Yeosang often joked about how you became a cold-blooded reptile whenever you felt sleepy, body temperature dropping and your tongue sharp like that of a snake.

Basically, it was his long-winded way of calling you a cranky, heat-stealing bitch.

Not that you minded at all, since Yeosang was a cranky bitch himself when sleepy.

But then half an hour passed, and there was still no sign of San. Throwing the blanket off your form, you slipped on a pair of slippers and got ready for the day, finding him becoming the very next thing on your agenda.

And the state you found him in was certainly laughable--to you anyway.

“Did you seriously get sick after a little storm?” you chuckled, eyes taking in San wrapped in the covers as if he was a baby, sniffling every few seconds.

“Oh, shut it,” he glared at you, speaking with a nasally voice.

You took a step into his room, one looking fairly similar to yours, with little pictures or much personalisation in general. Must not have stayed here often then, or had many memories he wanted to keep.

That thought... it made you feel a little sad.

Once you reached the edge of his bed, you sat down beside him, noticing just how sickly-looking he was. Skin paler, hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, flush cheeks and nose, uneven breathing, soft whimpering.

Your smile faded slightly. “How long have you been like this?”

“Since last night,” he coughed, brushing away your hand as you reached out to check his temperature. “Don’t touch me, I don’t want you to catch whatever this is.”

Clicked your tongue at his response and did so anyway. “Holy shit, you’re burning up. More than you should be. Has anyone seen to you yet?” Instantly, you brushed the hair from his eyes, simultaneously wiping away the sweat. Was pretty gross, but you didn’t mind at all.

San relaxed under your gentle touch, finding it cool and soothing against his muddled senses. “N-No. I texted Hongjoong to tell everyone to leave me alone. Clearly didn’t do a good enough job if you’re here.”

Lightly hitting his chest over the blanket, you scoffed. “You’re happy I’m here, don’t lie.”

Grinning, he sighed. “Can’t hide anything from you, now can I, Hun?”

“Nope,” you huffed as you got up. “Now, I’m going to prepare something for you to eat since you probably haven’t had anything since yesterday.” On cue, his stomach grumbled painfully loudly, making the man visibly cringe as he was about to decline your offer so you would stay with him for a little bit longer. “Looks like Mister Tummy’s already answered for you.”

“Mister Tummy doesn’t know shit.”

“Mister Tummy knows more shit than you do. In fact, it processes all of your shit for you.”

“Gross.”

“I know. Mister Tummy’s gross. But full of wisdom.”

“You know what, just go. Leave me be for a bit.”

Evil chuckling reached his ears. “Now that you’ve said it, I’ll just be here to annoy you as much as I can. But before we do that, keep yourself bundled up and make sure you’re sweating buckets. It’s the most effective way to break a nasty fever like that.” You began wrapping him up in the thick blanket like he was a burrito.

With that, you left for the kitchen, calling Seonghwa’s number. As the ringing continued, you looked around, noticing how there were few guards and servants around the place. Not even Wooyoung, Jongho, or Hongjoong could be seen in your trek to make food.

“What do you want, troll?”

“You’ve got to stop calling me that. Whatever happened to ‘hello’? Too mainstream for you?”

“...Hello, troll. What do you want?”

Narrowing your eyes ahead of you, smirk pressing against your lips, you tried to look around for the chef. Not there either. “Much better. Now, can you give me a recipe for that soup with ‘magical healing properties’ you used to give me?”

“Bone broth?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m on adventure to nurse a sociopathic cuddle-demon back to health, now are you going to give me the recipe or am I going to get Yunho to drag it out of you? Because I know very well that he will.”

Seonghwa’s sigh was loud enough to be audible through the phone.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Just text me the recipe, thank you, love you, byeeeeee.” Immediately ended the call, looking in all the cupboards, the pantry, the fridge, and the freezer. This place was stocked to the brim.

Shortly after, your phone began buzzing, Seonghwa requesting to video call you. Swiping the green button, you were met with a (slightly laggy) picture of Seonghwa’s chin, hearing him yell off screen. “--UNHO. MINGI. I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU BETTER PUT THAT DOWN BEFORE I SHOVE IT UP BOTH YOUR ASSES.”

You could make out the response, “Hehe, kinky.” Most likely Mingi from the very nature of the comment.

“What do you want, troll?” you echoed his words back to him, catching his attention--the other boys most likely long gone into the depth of the house.

“Well, well, well, how the tables have turned,” he smirked, moving the camera so you could see him better.

“It’s ‘how the turntables’.”

He looked at you with an unimpressed expression, not pleased with your Office reference, and carried on to ignore it. “So there is no way in hell I’m sending you the recipe through text, since people can easily hack that--”

“And by people, you mean--”

“Yeosang, yes, who else? Little rat bastard keeps trying to steal my recipes.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him you said that.”

“As if he hasn’t heard it already about a million times.”

You chuckled in response, knowing how true it was. “Fair enough. Now spill your secrets and bless me with the ability to cook.”

One word to describe the last hour of your life would be... Well, you couldn’t really think of a word. It was purely of Seonghwa screaming over the phone and you screaming back. And panicking. Both of you definitely panicked.

But all in all, the bone broth was made and tasted fairly decent--a worry you had after fucking up so many times in making a simple recipe.

With a pale and dreary look upon his face, Seonghwa looked at you through the phone, narrowing his eyes on you pouring some of the hot mixture in to a bowl. “You’re actually gonna feed him that? Sure you’re trying to nurse him, or was this a master plan to kill him after that ordeal? Because if it’s the latter, then there were much easier ways of doing so.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, whispering prayers in your head that it would actually help San’s fever. “And goodbye.”

“Woah, woah, woah. Is that it? You’re gonna use me and then lea--”

You hand pulled away from the phone screen, after having pressed the red button. Chuckled to yourself with your comedic timing, completely forgetting the earful you’d get of the elder the next time you call him.

Gathering a tray, you placed the bowl of bone broth on top of it, as well as a packet of painkillers, a glass of water, and some turmeric tea; why San has it, you have no idea, since he seems to be a hot coffee-kind of person.

Would’ve added a flower, because you felt like being extra, but that would seem more like a romantic thing than a... well, whatever the hell you two were right now.

This situation wasn’t exactly common enough for it to be given a name.

Wafting away the thought, you grabbed the tray and walked quickly to the mobster’s bedroom. Didn’t need to worry about any spillage since you’ve had years of practice being quick and precise with movement.

Holding one hand beneath the tray (feeling a little heavy, but again, you’ve had practice), you used the other to open the door, finding San still swaddled in his blanket, sweating like a pig.

“Y/N...” he whimpered, an eye opening at the sound of you entering. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state was different to how he usually was--and you weren’t sure if you liked it.

“I’m right here, San,” you replied in a soft tone, brushing back his hair once more as soon as you placed the tray on the bedside-table beside you. “Brought you some food too. Can you sit up for me?”

Letting out soft whines, he tried to lift his body up, but was too weak and too caged in to get his back even a centimetre off the mattress. You saw the issue, and pulled the covers apart slightly so he could move a little more, both hands pulling gently at his shoulders so he could sit up properly.

Never had you seen someone this unwell from a simple fever. Sure, you’ve felt like shit before, but San’s condition was a little worrying. “Is there some private doctor I can call?”

“What,” he huffed, a smile etching onto his face as he looked into your eyes, “makes you think I have a private doctor?”

“Oh, I dunno, you’re a rich asshole?”

Chuckling, he let his head flop to the side, neck suddenly too weak to hold it up properly. “You’re beautiful, you know that? Annoying, but funny, but sarcastic, but beautiful.”

“Okay, do you wanna continue with that word vomit or are you gonna eat?” You cocked your brow, head tilting to match his posture. “Also, you’re not gonna flatter me by calling me beautiful. That shit doesn’t work on me anymore.”

It had slightly upset San knowing that you had said ‘anymore’--upset him knowing that there were others complimenting what his. But he couldn’t blame them. You really were beautiful in his eyes, even if he hadn’t thought so when he initially laid eyes on you.

“Don’t wanna eat.”

Sighing, you fixed yourself and picked up the bowl, mixing it as you blew to cool it down a little. “You’re not well, you gotta.”

He looked at you with big wide eyes and a small pout--and you couldn’t help but think it was a little cute. “Don’t wanna... unless you feed me?”

Okay, maybe it was a little less cute.

You exhaled, still stirring. “If I do, then you’ll have it all?” He put his hand over his heart, nodding with a sincere look on his face. “Fine then.” You lifted a spoon full of the bone broth to his lips, which he look into his mouth promptly--eyes glued to yours as he did so.

San hummed earnestly. “It’s...actually pretty good.”

Eye twitching, you lightly pushed him. “Why? Did you expect it to be shit?”

“I mean, I heard faint screaming and what I assume was swearing, which could have only come from you because I let everyone have a day off for today. So, yes, forgive my assumption that it would murder me,” he chuckled, opening his mouth once more, in which you carefully put more broth in.

“Be happy that I’m doing this much for you.”

“Because you feel guilty for getting me ill?”

“No, it was your fault for not taking a hot shower when we came back, like I told you to--and your immune system for being so shit.”

“Okay, first of all, I can’t help it if my immune system wants to act out. I usually don’t get this ill.” You sent him a ludicrous look, continuing to feed him. “What? I really don’t!”

“Tell that to the rain.”

“I-- nevermind. But the second thing is that I offered to take a shower, but you said no!”

“That’s because you wanted to shower with me. No way in hell I was gonna let that happen!”

“You have the shower room for it!”

″Yeah, and I've already passed on my grievances to you yesterday about that hell-room!”

“Well, at least with me with you, you don’t have to worry about--what did you call it? Oh yeah--’Casper the fuckin’ Perverted Ghost’.”

“I’d take a ghost over you any day.”

“You won’t be saying that in a year.”

“Bold of you to assume that I won’t be choosing Casper over you. After all, I’ll be spending time with him as well.”

San scoffed, slightly amused but annoyed at the same time. “Are you actually trying to get me jealous of something that doesn’t exist?”

“Who said Casper doesn’t exist?”

“‘Cause ghosts don’t exist.”

“Tell that to Casper. You’ll find him in my shower room.”

Amidst the conversation, neither of you had noticed how the bowl and cup was now empty, their contents now residing in San’s stomach. But when you did, you got up--ready to walk to the kitchen and put everything away--until his very warm hands wrapped around your elbow gently.

“Please don’t go. You can put all that stuff away later. Just... stay with me.”

Sighing, you decided to listen to him for once an put the tray down before tightening the covers around him again--making him whine. “Noooooo, I wanna hold you.”

“What happened to not wanting me to get sick?”

“I’m ill, stop taking my muddled brain so seriously.”

Your brow cocked up, amused while you looked over his flushed face. “So you’d be willing get me sick too?”

Another pout formed on his face. “Of course not,” he mumbled. “You know what, you’re right. You can go.”

He avoided looking at you, instead fixing his saddened gaze at the window. Your natural scepticism told you that he was just faking it, only putting on an act to get your attention and affection. Yet, for the first time in a while, doubt began to seep in.

Maybe... maybe you could give in. Just this once.

Sighing, you slipped off your slippers and lay down beside him, an arm and leg wrapping around his body to bring him closer to you. A stronger tint of red covered his face as he looked at you, flabbergasted, as he tried to wriggle out of your touch. “What are you doing, you’ll get sick--”

“My immune system is much stronger than yours, I’ll live. Besides, you look cosy,” you muttered, nestling your face into the soft blanket. Even his blanket smelled like a garden in the rain, despite the amount of sweat that’s probably seeped into it.

Truly, he did, and you couldn’t deny that you wanted to hug the human burrito.

San had, instead, found you cute, cheek squished against the fabric surrounding him. Let his mind wonder to the image of you pressed against him--without the covers coming between you two.

Again.

Would you look this peaceful, sleeping on his chest, on a regular day--he thought.

“Are you just going to stare at me or are you gonna get some rest?” San could feel your voice vibrating through the covers despite the thickness of it.

“Hard not to stare at you, ya know?” he relaxed himself, despite feeling like he was baking beneath the blanket, and let his head rest on the pillow, cheek pressed against your forehead.

“Goddamn, you’re hot. Did you take any medicine while I was cooking?”

“Oh, Hun, there’s no cure for sexiness,” he coughed, a smirk pulling at his lips from the joke he made.

Another sigh was pulled from your throat as you got up to look for any painkillers he could take. Sane began to whine once more, rolling over since he could barely had enough energy to move with his arms when he was this tired--a full belly of warm broth and tea not helping what so ever.

“No--wait. Come back...”

“You need painkillers.”

With a straight face, he stared deep into your eyes, slightly glossy and sparkling under the dim sunlight coming into the room. “But you’re my painkiller.”

“Yeah, I’m going to get you some meds,” you deadpanned, scooping up the tray to leave the grown-ass mafia boss whining and rolling around, throwing a tantrum.

After some hard thinking and remembering that Wooyoung had given you his number, you called him up as you stood in the doorway, looking at San’s calm state of sleeping.

“My dear sister,” you heard a voice finally say over the phone, “what requires my assistance?”

“...Wooyoung?”

“Yes, dear sister?”

“What in the world has possessed you call me your ‘dear sister’?”

“Because you’re gonna be my friend’s wife some day, so I need to get used to seeing you as my sister-from-another-mister.”

Rubbing the bridge of your nose, you decided to not comment on his outlandish claims. “San’s not feeling well.”

“Is that why he sent us all away?” he laughed, somehow finding this situation amusing--since this is what his best friend tends to do; finds his weakened state as vulnerability, and if there was one thing San hated, it was feeling vulnerable.

But if he truly hated that, then why pursue this why you--when he know that it would force him to bring his guard down?

“I think so. No one was here when I came out of my room. Not the cooks or the maids or even the guards,” you said, taking another gander as if there might be someone roaming the halls to disprove your statement.

There wasn’t.

“Okay then. You want me to give you our private doctor’s number?”

Chuckling to yourself because you knew you were right (immediately confusing Wooyoung), you hummed, “yeah, that would be great.”

“O-Okay. Lemme text it to you. But do you need anything else? I know from experience San can get a little clingy when he’s not in his right mind,” he said, a boisterous giggle passing his lips.

“Nah, it’s fine.” You let your gaze brush over your captor’s figure. “Just send me the number and I’ll take it from there.”

“Okie dokie then, dear sister. I’ll leave you to deal with that enigma.”

“Alright, Wooyoung. See you tomorrow?”

“Call me ‘dear brother’, then maybe I’ll hang u--”

You shoved your phone into your back pocket after ending the call, thinking that it would take him a few minutes. Proving you wrong, the phone buzzes to life within the next ten seconds, Wooyoung sending you a couple of messages.

Wooyoung: Well that was a rude Wooyoung: No matter, I still love ya, dear sister Wooyoung: Probs should clarify that it’s platonic in case San sees it and gets all jelly Wooyoung: Anyway, here’s the number Wooyoung: XXXXXXXXXX

Y/N: Thanks, bro

Wooyoung: 🥺🥺 You called me ‘bro’

Smiling a little, you called the number--which had indeed taken you to a doctor’s clinic. After hearing of his exact temperature and other symptoms, the woman over the phone had concluded that it was as you first suspected--the common cold.

She told you to keep giving him painkillers and he should be fine within the week. Ending the call with a polite ‘thank you’ and ‘goodbye’, you left to get San more broth and medication, and hopefully you’d lay down with him again.

Which is exactly what you did for the rest of the day, opting to stay with him for the night too in order to make sure he really was okay. Thankfully, the worst of his fever had passed by the time morning came around and he was feeling much better.

You, however, were exhausted after looking after him, deep in your slumber as you shifted closer to San, who had broken free of his blanket prison and wrapped it around the two of you. The sunlight peeking through the window paled in comparison to the faint smile of glee San had adorned when he saw you.

Cheeked pressed up against his shoulder, and arm and a leg draped over his body like a koala clinging to a tree.

Just like he had thought the day before.

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sociallyanxiouss · 4 years

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Power Couple

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pairing : draco malfoy x slytherin reader (long imagine)

summary : story of how draco and you met and how you started dating. jealousy involved for the both of you but you’re a spitfire.

being slytherin, every other house in hogwarts knew not to mess with you, especially if you are a pureblood, or better, you come from a rich family.

you and draco became friends from the day you opened your mouth and gave a sarcastic remark to a certain weasley.

you stood alone at the side, annoyed at the noise and crooked lines of the first years who were all excitedly looking at the huge building called hogwarts, our now school till we're 17.

malfoy, who you knew from briefly meeting at a pureblood ball at the malfoy manor, was standing in front of harry potter, accompanied by crabbe and goyle, saying something along the lines of "so it's true then, harry potter has come to hogwarts."

you snorted quietly, not wanting the attention to go to you. unfortunately for you, crabbe and goyle heard you. they turned their heads to the sound, trying to find the culprit who laughed at their new friends' words.

as their eyes made contact with yours, their frowning faces quickly turned into smiley ones. your family and theirs have gone way back, which meant you grew up with the two silly boys. they waved you over to stand with them, almost forgetting about their friend who was still talking to the boys.

as you reached the two boys, malfoy, who was still standing in between them introduced himself.

"i'm malfoy, draco malfoy" he says.

you hear a snicker coming from the right side of the potter boy. my head turns abruptly to the noise, just to see a chubby cheeked boy with ginger hair laughing but trying to hide it.

"think his name is funny, do you? no need to ask for yours. red hair and a hand-me-down robe, you must be a weasley." i quickly say before malfoy has the chance.

the weasley boy looks down, clearly regretting his choice of actions.

the platinum haired boy turns his head to look at you, face full of confusion. as he makes eye contact, he shows his usual smirk to you. although to other people it may seem like he was rude, you knew he made that face to signal for you to carry on with making more sarcastic remarks alongside him to the two boys in front of you.

you both face the front, to continue “talking” to the two boys. you stare down the weasley as draco continues talking to the potter boy.

“you don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort.” draco says to the boy and puts his hand up to him, waiting for a handshake from harry.

“i think i can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.” harry says to draco.

you can feel the platinum hair boy fuming on the inside, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink, both from embarrassment and anger.

you take his hand that was still hanging in the air, untouched, and pull him away from the crowd to avoid him punching the boy who lived.

unnoticed to you, draco looks down to your now intertwined hands as you pull him to the back of the crowd, pushing through the crowd, jabbing some students in the stomach.

“stare at us any longer and you’ll find out what will happen to your eyeballs after today.” you said to the crowd, hand still holding draco’s.

draco smiles slightly as he watches you get defensive for him. his heart flutters a little.

till that day forward, the both of you have been inseparable. not as a couple, though. you two were only official from the end of fifth year onwards, although everyone thought you two were together from the start.

the day draco decided to ask you out was the day you were fed up of a girl getting close to him. pansy parkinson.

she always had a thing for the blonde boy. no matter how many times he tells her to back off or get mad at her, she would stay persistent and attempt to try to woo the boy.

although you knew that your bestfriend has no intentions of ever liking the parkinson girl back, a part of your heart tells you otherwise. seeing her always pushing you to the side to hold draco’s hands or sit between the both of you.

he always pushed her away, though, and pulls you closer by the waist to try and get closer to you. you’d always notice how annoyed he gets after the interaction and calm him down before he stars to do something that he could get expelled for.

this particular day, however, seems to irk you more than the others. maybe it was because you had an unbearable migraine that day, or it could be that the parkinson girl was even more over draco today, if that was even possible.

you walked slowly in the great hall to get breakfast as you have a pounding migraine that felt like a thousand hammers were knocking on your head, just to see pansy sitting on your usual seat next to draco. this would not have annoyed you as you knew it happened often, but from where you were standing, you could see pansy sliding her filthy hands on draco’s lap and him seemingly ignoring it, but almost smiling. his face showed no sign of annoyance.

you stood in the great hall entrance for a while, but long enough for crabbe and goyle to notice and wave to you to come sit down.

draco turns his head to see what the two boys are waving at, to see you not staring at him, but somewhere underneath him, face full of a mix of confusion and almost anger. he looks down, following her gaze and ends up looking at pansy’s hand trailing on his lap.

he turns his head back to you in time to see you rush out the hall. draco pushed the girls hand off of him, now angry at her for even thinking about touching him. how could he have not noticed? he had been so engrossed in talking to zabini who was seated beside him to feel pansy’s hands on him.

“touch me or even look at me and i will make sure your life will never be easy ever again. draco says loudly to pansy. now all of the houses are staring at him, clearly curious of what’s going on.

draco, who didn’t have enough time to see where you ran off to, screamed at a second year girl, demanding her to tell him where she saw you run to. the girl points to the girls toilet, hand shaking nervously.

he runs inside, ignoring all the warnings and shouting of girls who was inside the toilet, telling him to get out. he demands them to leave or else he would make their life a living hell. without a second thought, the girls leave the toilet, leaving him and you alone in the girls bathroom.

you, on the other hand, had found yourself in more pain after running out of the great hall. you rushed in the bathroom, locked yourself in one of the many cubicles and sat on the closed toilet, your hands holding your head, almost in a crouching position.

“where are you? i know you’re in one of these cubicles.” draco says.

you sat up slowly, head still pounding but made no move to open the door to show myself. you lift my feet up to the toilet covers to make sure he doesn’t see.

“i’m sorry, i really am, i didn’t realize that parkinson had put her hands on me, i was talking to blaise the entire time. i didn’t mean to upset you in any way, please come out.” he continues, sounding guilty and genuine.

you stand from your position on the toilet, walking forward to unlock the cubicle to see him. only, you hadn’t realize how fast you stood. as you unlock the door and stepped one foot out the cubicle, you felt lightheaded and no longer had the control of your own limbs.

draco sees one of your foot out the cubicle. he felt like the scene was in slow motion. as he walks towards you to embrace you in a hug, you close your eyes and slightly sway in your standing position. soon, you couldn’t see or hear anything going on and collapse to the floor.

fortunately, draco caught you on time, before your head hit the floor. he lifts your head slightly and move himself to put your head in his lap and taps you lightly on your cheeks to see if you were still conscious.

draco panics, not knowing what to do in this situation. he lifts you up from his lap and carries you to the hospital wing. as he rushes in the room, he shouts for madame pomfrey, still clearly in distraught from seeing you collapse so suddenly.

you woke up, now in the uncomfortable infirmary bed. you look up slightly to see a blonde boy sitting on one of the chairs beside you, asleep, head on your stomach.

you smiled, picking up your hand to brush his hair of his face. he slowly stirs, breathing heavily as he wakes up from his slumber. draco looks up to look at you. his sleepy face makes your smile grow bigger.

“merlin, are you okay? you were out for a couple days, madame pomfrey said your body was too exhausted and drained.” draco said to me, face full of concern.

“i’m okay, i knew something was wrong the moment i had a migraine but i didn’t think much of it.” i replied to him.

he sighs, concern still etched on his face. he gets up from my stomach and gives me the tightest hug i have ever received. he looks at me, eyes slightly teary.

“i was so scared. im so sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt you, i didn’t know she was-” he tried to say

“it’s okay, i know, you told me in the girls’ bathroom. don’t worry, just forget about it.” i cut him off.

“no no, you don’t understand. i don’t want you to think i like her or-” he tries to say again.

“i know, i know, i never had a thought you liked her anyway.” i cut him off once more.

he hugs me tightly one more time. he looks up from where he nuzzled his head in my neck and smiles up to me.

then and there we knew we were in love with each other.

from then on, we were the couple every other couple wished to be. girls wanted to be you and boys wanted to be with you. same as draco. everyone was jealous of the both of us.

no matter how amazing that sounds, it brought problems to your relationship sometimes.

a couple weeks before the end of your sixth year, you walk into the great hall, scanning to see if you could find your boyfriend. once you found him, you let a small smile appear on your face as you walk and stared at draco. unnoticed by you, every other guy in the hall was staring as you walked gracefully through the halls towards your normal seat.

they stared as the wind blew you hair away from your face, showing your smiling face to the rest of hogwarts. your hand glided on draco’s back as you sat down beside him and goosebumps appear on draco’s skin.

you smirked, knowing you still had the effect on him after a while of dating. he cups your face with his hands and leans to you to give you a small peck on your lips. you stared at him longingly, still clearly in the honeymoon phase of your relationship.

everyone stared at the couples’ interaction, boys dreaming of being the one you touch and smile at.

although you didn’t notice all the looks that you’re getting from the boys, draco did. something flickered in his heart. he pulls you closer my the waist and kisses you on the cheek, claiming that you were his and he was yours to the rest of hogwarts.

soon, the both of you finished your meals and the headmaster dismisses all of you to leave for your common rooms. draco stands first, and brings out his hand, waiting for you to take his hand as support as you stood up from the benches of the table.

as you stood up, you scanned the room, seeing girls staring at your boyfriend. then finally, you noticed that everyone was staring at the both of you, either in jealousy or staring at the both of you longingly.

you frowned, clearly not liking the attention the both of you were getting in the hall.

as you walked a couple steps further, draco’s hands now holding your tightly, guiding you to the dungeons, you stopped abruptly, shocking draco.

“what’s wrong, love?” he asks.

you showed him one finger, signaling him to keep quiet and watch what you were about to do. he stares at your face in confusion but keeps quiet.

“what are you all dimwits staring at? haven’t your parents ever taught you morals?” you snarled to the people who were still staring at you.

“if i see you staring again, i will personally gnaw all your eyeballs out of your sockets.” you continued to say, staring back at all of them with your scary eyes.

suddenly, they all turned away, acting like nothing had ever happened. they knew what you said weren’t empty threats. even the teachers knew not to step in your boundaries, knowing how angry you could get.

you turned back to draco, his face now showing amusement, clearly impressed.

“what?” i asked him, now more calm.

“you’re amazing, you are. i don’t ever have to be worried about you, i know you can take care of yourself, better than i can.” he states with a big smile on his face.

“shut up, you flatter me.” i said, now finally walking back to the common rooms.

it’s safe to say that now, no one dares to stare at you and draco for too long, in case you catch them.

#draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagines #harry potter imagine #draco malfoy #slytherin #slytherin reader

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Bar Crossed Lovers - One Shot

a/n: i truthfully couldn’t think of a better name, so please enjoy the bad pun. idk wtf this is, but it’s friends to lovers with a little bit of angst, and of course smut. hope you enjoy! 4.8k

He wasn’t sure how it happened. The two of you were the last ones at the party, and he had offered to help clean up. It was genuine, a friend helping another friend tidy up after a night of drinking with others. How he ended up in your bed, inside of you for hours, well, that was trickier to understand. You weren’t sure how it happened either, but you weren’t complaining. It had been a while, and he was there. He didn’t stay the night. There was no confession of love or feelings, it was just sex.

Neither of you talked about it. You both just figured it was a drunken mistake, or maybe it wasn’t a mistake. You both clearly needed it, but it wasn’t something to make a big deal out of. It was when you both worked next that it got a little awkward. You both were in early for set up.

See, you and your friends all worked at a bar. Some of you were in grad school, and some of you were just working there until you figured out what it was you really wanted to do with your life. It was good and easy money. It’s how you met Harry in the first place. He was already behind the bar when you clocked in. He was polishing the glasses that were fresh out of the dishwasher.

“Hey.” You say, as you pull out the cutting board and limes.

“Hi.” He sets a glass down and looks at you. “How are you?”

“Good, how are you?” You say, without looking at him.

“Good.”

You nod your head and hear him scoff. You put your knife down and look at him. He was still looking at you, arms crossed.

“This doesn’t need to be so weird.” He says.

“I agree.”

“So why are you acting like this?”

“Because I don’t really know what to say to you. How do we continue as normal? Do we let our friends know what happened?”

‘I don’t see how it’s any of their business, Y/N.”

“They’re gonna know something’s up, Harry.” You point to the splotch on your neck and his face flushes.

“It’s been a few days…”

“You didn’t exactly do it gently.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I didn’t tell you to stop.” You blush and turn back to your limes as he continues with the glasses.

“We were drunk and we did what a lot of people do when their drunk.” He shrugs.

“I figured that’s why you stayed back, because you wanted to hook up.”

“Well, I genuinely felt bad that our friends didn’t throw any of their garbage away, so I wanted to help.”

“You’ve always been nice.” You chuckle. “Maybe too nice.” You shake your head at the memory of that night. You feel a slight surge go through you, but you try to shake that away as well.

“You weren’t exactly complaining the other night, babe.” He grins and you swat your rag at him. “Gotta be able to joke about it.”

“It is sort of funny, been friends for a while and all of a sudden we just hook up.”

“I don’t blame you, I am pretty irresistible.”

“Harry.” You sigh.

“Okay, okay, sorry. Just lightening the mood, that’s all. Look, it doesn’t need to be a big deal. It was a nice hook up.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“But that’s all it was, right?”

“Right.” You put all of the limes into the container and grab a few lemons. “I don’t like you as anything more than a friend.”

“Same here.”

“But…I wouldn’t hate if it happened again.” Your cheeks had to be beat red at this point.

“Neither would I.”

“Really?” You look at him.

“Sure.” He shrugs and lifts another rack of glasses to the counter. “No strings attached sex? I’m game.”

“I just don’t want our friendship to get fucked up, that’s all.”

“I agree. We should make it clear if we’re hanging out to hook up or not, and if it gets deeper for someone, then it should stop.”

“Right, because I’m just dying to be in a relationship with you.” You say sarcastically.

“Aren’t most people?”

“Jesus.” You nudge him and he chuckles. “We would also need to stop if one of us meets someone else. We would need to be upfront about it.”

“What about other hook ups?”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Like on Tinder or something?”

“I don’t need to know about that, just…make sure you wrap it up.”

“Deal.” He grins.

After that, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You often found yourself getting distracted at work, and so did Harry. Almost every night you worked together you’d end up having a quickie in one of your cars. Your friends eventually found out too. It wasn’t hard to figure out since you both got caught in the bathroom at one of their places one night. You all had a good laugh about it and just explained it was nothing more than hooking up. Everyone was pretty cool with it.

You had just finished hooking up at his place when you were getting your clothes back on.

“You know, you don’t have to slip out just yet.” He says as he pulls his boxers back on. “We were watching a movie.”

“Yeah, for like five seconds.” You laugh. “I need to get going, though.” You slip your shirt on and lean across the bed to give him kiss on the cheek. “I have a paper I need to work on, you know how it is.”

“I do, you came here to distress.” He smirks.

“And I did.” You give him one last kiss before grabbing your keys. “See you at work tomorrow.”

“See ya.”

Harry makes his bed back up and throws a load of laundry in the washer. His phone pings with a few messages from Tinder, but he’s found himself checking and responding less and less. He was having great sex with you, why go out and get it somewhere else? After finishing up some homework of his own, he texts you.

Harry: how’s the paper going?

You: almost done!

Harry: let me know if you want a reward ;)

You: miss me already? Lol

Harry: just parts of you

You: very funny

Harry: ;p

You: if I say yes will you go down on me?

Harry: I’m on my way

Having sex with Harry was great, but it was starting to take up a lot of your free time. He was the one that would text you for the booty call more often than you would, which surprised you. You didn’t question it because it was nice to feel wanted. Every time he kisses the back of your shoulder as he drilled into you, or as he had you bent of the bed, or even when his head was between your legs, you enjoyed being wanted. But you wanted to be wanted for things other than sex. You wanted to have excuses to get dress up and go out on nice dates. You worked long hours and your grad work kept you busy too. Sometimes you just wanted to be swept off your feet, not swept off to the bedroom.

One night while you were working, a group of young men came in. They all sat down right at the bar instead of getting a booth.

“When can I get you guys started off with?”

“Pitcher of beer, please.” One of them says to you. He was handsome, very handsome.

“You got it.” You smile.

You found yourself chatting with him a bit in between other customers. His name was Noel, and he worked at a publishing company. He and his coworkers were celebrating finishing a large manuscript edit. Harry noticed you flirted, but to be fair, you flirted a lot. So did he. It was how all the bartenders got more tips. There was something different about this, though. You seemed genuinely interested in what this guy had to say.

“We have to get going soon, but I’d love to keep getting to know you. Your grad work seems really interesting.” He writes his number on the receipt. “Call me sometime.” He smiles.

You bite your bottom lip and tuck the receipt copy into your apron. You had butterflies in your stomach. This was good, this was really good. What a cute way to meet someone. You and your other friends giggle about Noel. You were definitely going to call him.

“Coming back to mine tonight?” Harry asks as you both work to close down the bar.

“Sure.” You smile.

Your willingness to hook up with Harry had gotten less and less frequent. You had called Noel. You talked for hours. You had a lot in common. You had gone out on a couple of dates with him, and they went really well. It was time to tell Harry your hook ups needed to stop altogether.

“Slow your roll, I didn’t come over here for that.” You laugh and push him away. He was kissing on your neck the second you came over to his place.

“What did you come here for then?” He gasps facetiously. “Are we hanging out for real?”

“Yes.” You both sit down on his couch. “I have to tell you something. I’m…sort of seeing someone.”

“Oh.”

“I haven’t slept with him yet, but I’d like to. We’re not official yet either, but I feel like we probably will be, so this needs to stop. Is that okay? Still friends?”

“Course it’s okay, and of course we’re still friends. Thanks for being so honest.” He smiles.

“Thanks for being so cool with it. I know I’ve been sort of distant in that sense lately, but I’ve just been trying to figure out how I feel. I really like this guy and I don’t wanna screw it up.”

“I get it.”

You hug him and kiss him on the cheek. The two of you settle in with a movie, and then you leave. Harry went to bed aggravated as all hell. He liked hooking up with you. He was hoping the conversation you had earlier wouldn’t have come so soon. You had been doing what you were doing for nearly three months. How could you have gotten bored with him? You always praised him in the bedroom, how could you want someone else to fuck you?

You and your friends would be all hanging out after work, and you’d be bringing Noel to formally meet them. You had been seeing him for a few weeks now. You hadn’t gone all the way with him yet, just making out and some heavy petting. You weren’t sure what the holdup was, but you didn’t mind taking it sort of slow.

He comes into the bar just before close and sits down. You squeal when you see him. You come around from the bar and kiss him on the cheek.

“I just need to change quick in the back, and then we can head to Michelle’s.”

“Sounds good, take your time.”

You kiss him on the lips quickly and then head to the back to change. Harry catches this and squints at Noel while he wipes down the bar. Noel gives him a half smile and Harry returns it. Tonight was going to be interesting to say the least.

After a few drinks, you all settled in on a game of Scrabble. It would be lame or boring if you weren’t drinking.

“Challenge! Challenge! No way that’s a word!” Michelle says to Harry.

“Is too!”

“It’s a slang term, no slang!” Chris yells in her defense.

“Where in the blood rules does it say you can’t use slang?! If it’s in the dictionary, it’s a fucking word! That’s ten points, write it down.” He crosses his arms, and Michelle groans.

“I’ve never seen so many people get worked up by a game of Scrabble before.” Noel chuckles. “This is great.” He kisses you on the cheek.

Everyone seemed to really like Noel so far, but you wanted Harry’s opinion too. You notice him get up to refill his drink in the kitchen, so you get up to do the same.

“What do you think?” You whisper.

“About what?” He whispers back.

“Noel.” You giggle.

“Oh.” He rolls his eyes. “No offense, but I don’t really wanna give my two cents on your boyfriend.”

“Well, he’s not exactly my boyfr-“

“Either way.” He sips his drink. “Not something I feel super comfortable with.”

“I just wanted to know if you liked him so far…if I bring him around more often I’d wanna make sure you were comfortable with it.”

“And what if I wasn’t?” He had back you up so you were leaning against the counter. “You know me, I’m a real attention hog.” He smirks and walks away from you.

Harry missed you. He missed you like crazy. It had been a month since you last hooked up and he thought he was gonna go crazy. Never in a million years did he think he would be the one to catch feelings, but he did. Noel was probably a really nice guy, but he was now competition, and if there was one thing Harry didn’t like it was competition.

He had to watch as Noel would come in on the late nights at work to come pick you up, when that used to be him to make sure you got home safely. He had to listen when you would giggle with your other friends about the dates he would bring you on. It was torture.

One night it was raining, so Noel invited you over for a wine and movie date. You loved cuddling with him. About thirty minutes into the movie, and most of your glass of wine drank, you were making out on his couch.

“Y/n>” He breathes. “Want you.”

“Want you too.” You groan.

You were ready for him now, he had waited long enough. It also kind of turned you on to just be so comfortable with him to want to do it on his couch. He slipped your pants off and undid your own. You reach into your grab and pull out a condom. He happily slides it on. He fingers you, only for a few moments. When Harry would finger you…you shake the thought from your head. You can’t compare them right now.

When Noel pushes inside you, you were expecting it to feel incredible. It wasn’t like his dick was small or unsatisfying, but there was something that just wasn’t doing it for you. Maybe it was the way he wasn’t paying any attention to your clit, or the way he would only lightly kiss your neck, or that he wasn’t pulling at the roots of your hair. Shit.

“Y/N? Are you enjoying it? You’re like a million miles away.” He frowns.

“I’m so sorry, I thought I was feeling it…but…”

He pulls out of you and discards himself of the condom. You pull your pants back on and sit with him awkwardly on the couch.

“Is there something else I could have done?”

“Maybe, but I don’t think it would have made a difference.” You sigh. “I really like you Noel, I don’t know what my problem is tonight.”

“Is there someone else?”

“No.” Maybe. “At least, I didn’t think there was, but now I’m so sure.” You look at him. “I’m so sorry, I think I should go.”

He nods and sighs.

“I really like you too, but I don’t wanna force anything between us. Take all the time you need.”

You throw your arms around him and hold him tight. Noel was literally the perfect guy, what was wrong with you? You leave and drive around for a bit. You wanted to kill Harry for running through your mind. You didn’t want to date him, and you hadn’t really thought about him sexually since you stopped hooking up. You never thought about him when you kissed Noel, so why was it when you were finally getting intimate that he popped into your head?

You were suddenly filled with rage and you gripped your steering wheel so hard your knuckles turned white. You found yourself driving towards Harry’s apartment building. You get out of the car and slam the door closed. You had no idea if he was going to be there, and you were getting soaked, but you didn’t care. You had a bone to pick with him.

You bang on his door and ring the buzzer over and over. You hear him yell “hang on” a couple of times.

“Y/N?!” It looked like he had just gotten out of the shower. His hair was damp and the shirt he had clearly just put on was sticking to his still wet chest.

“You have some nerve, Harry Styles.” You brush by him as you walk into his place.

“Sure, come on in.” He says to himself. “Do you need a towel, you’re dripping?”

“No, I’m perfectly fine like this.” You cross your arms and looks at him.

“Alright, I really don’t have time for this, so you wanna explain the attitude?” He cross his arms now.

“I just tried having sex with Noel and I couldn’t because of you!”

His eyebrows raise in surprise. That was the last thing he expected you to say.

“What?”

“You…you…you ruined me!”

“I ruined you? What in the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, for started, when he fingered me, it felt like he was just jabbing, and his nails weren’t exactly short. Your nails are always perfectly filed.”

“It’s common curtesy.”

“And he only did it for a few minutes. Then, he didn’t even rub my clit. You always did that while you fucked me.”

“Because it makes you feel good.”

“Exactly!”

“Did you tell him?”

“What?”

“Did you vocalize what you wanted?”

“No…I didn’t have to with you.”

“Not everyone’s like me. Sometimes you have to-“

“But I don’t want to! I just want someone that knows what they’re doing! I don’t want it to be a race about who can get off the fastest. I want someone’s body on mine and just be in complete and utter ecstasy for a little while! And it probably would have been fine. Maybe I would have gotten vocal with him, but you wouldn’t leave my mind! You ruined me, Harry.”

“Yeah, well, you ruined me too.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah.” He scoffs. “Do you know how hard it’s been watching you be with someone else? To give all your attention to some guy that wasn’t me?! Do you know how hard it’s been trying to respect your relationship, and not drag you into the back room to fuck you senseless?”

“I didn’t think you had feelings for me.”

“Neither did I.” He looks away. “But I do, and I have pretty much since you ended things. I started to really miss you…as more than a friend.” He rubs the back of his neck. His phone starts to ring. “Shit.”

“Do you have plans?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll go.”

“No.” He answers his phone. “Hey…no, I’m actually glad you called. I have to cancel last minute. One of my friends is upset over some guy who’s been a real idiot. Yeah…I’m sorry.” He hangs up his phone and shoves it back in his pocket.

“You didn’t have to do that…”

“Yes, I did. I was gonna try to go out on a date since it seemed things were getting serious between you and Noel…”

“So you just canceled on that poor girl who was probably getting ready?!”

“Well, I never said I was perfect! You of all people should know that, it’s probably the reason you didn’t more than my dick, right?”

“You didn’t want more from me!”

“I did, I just didn’t know it!”

You groan loudly, completely frustrated with the entire situation.

“Wait, so you had sex with him tonight?”

“What?”

“Like right before you came here? He fucked you?”

“Only for a couple of minutes. He could tell I wasn’t into it.” You look away.

“Well, I’m not fucking you tonight, not unless you shower.”

“You really think I came over here for that?! I came here to yell at you!”

“For no fucking reason! Oh, boo hoo, you think I ruined you for all other men. Maybe Noel was just a dud in the sack. Maybe that’s why he was single.”

“So you would have just easily jumped into bed with me if I wanted?”

“In a heartbeat, but not if someone else just touched you. I don’t even wanna think about it.” He makes a disgusted noise. “It should have been me, it should always be me.”

“That’s how you really feel?”

“It is. How do you feel?”

“I want you, but I also want the dates and the romance. I don’t want the booty calls, Harry. It’s nice being wanted, but I wanna go out and do things. I like getting brunch and going to movies, or going to other bars, or-“

“Okay! We can do that, we can do all of it, Christ. I’d do anything if it meant you were mine again, even though you were never really fully mine, but I had a piece of you once, I want all of it now.”

“I want all of you too.” You start walking towards his bathroom. You knew it very well.

“Where are you going?”

“You asked me to shower, so that’s where I’m going.” He follows you in there and you stop short. “You…kept my body wash?” You snatch the travel size bottle and show it to him.

“Smells good.” He shrugs. “Didn’t wanna waste it.” You make a sweet pouty face at him. “Shut up, you know where the towels are.” He says and closes the door behind him.

After your shower you find him lounging on his bed. You have your towel secure around you.

“All Noel free?”

“Mhm.” You giggle and sit on the edge of the bed where he was laying.

“Sorry, I hope you don’t take that the wrong way. I just would’ve felt weird…” He sit up against the headboard.

“No, it made sense. I wouldn’t wanna hook up with you right after being with someone else either.” You look over at the empty space beside him. “You know, in the three months we were hooking up we never had a sleep over.”

“Is that your way of asking to spend the night?”

“Got a t-shirt I can sleep in?”

He hums his response and gets up. He goes into his dresser, and tosses you a shirt. You put it on and hang the towel up.

“Wanna just watch something on Netflix and cuddle?” He asks.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

He smiles and puts the TV on while you crawl onto the bed. He throws an arm around you and rubs your back as he searches for something. You settle on some random movie. You bury your face in his chest and throw a leg over his.

“Why do you always do this?” He chuckles.

“Do what?”

“Any time we start a movie you get all needy.”

“You said you wanted to cuddle, this is me cuddling.”

“This is your knee getting very close to my dick.”

“Can you blame me? Haven’t had you in so long.”

“You say that like it’s my fault.”

“If I hadn’t ended things you never would have realized you liked me as more than a friend.”

“Y/N.” He sighs. “How could you not tell? Have you ever had a casual hook up so passionate before?”

“I just thought you were really good in bed.” You chuckle.

“Well, I am. And like I said before, I didn’t really realize how I felt until after it was over, which is super shitty.” He looks down at you and cups your cheek. “You’re special to me. You always have been, think it’s why we’ve been such great friends.”

“You shouldn’t keep so much to yourself.”

“Tomorrow, after work, I’m taking you on a date. I don’t care how late it is, I’ll find a place to take you. Show you off to everyone, make ‘em all feel jealous.”

You smile as he leans in to kiss you. He push you down into the pillows and hovers over you. It felt so good to have his lips on yours again. You couldn’t believe how much you missed it, or how natural it felt. You tug at his shirt and take it off. His lips move to your jaw and to your neck. He sucks on your skin harshly and your nails rake down his back.

“This what you needed?” He whispers in your ear before he sucks on another spot.

“Yes.” You gasp. “Feels so good.”

He gets your shirt off and strips down to his boxers. He kisses down your chest, making sure to pay attention to your breasts. He kisses from your knee to your inner thigh, sucking on where he pleases. When his tongue meets your center you buck your hips up towards him.

“You know you’re not supposed to move. Or did you forget?”

“Maybe you should remind me.”

He grins and presses a hand down on your lower stomach. You gasp when his tongue laps around you again. Your hands grip at his hair when he starts to suck on your clit. You moan out when you feel two of his fingers slip inside you.

“This is how you like it, right?” He says against you.

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head when his fingers curl up against your spongy front wall. He sucks even harsher on your clit and you feel like you’re going to lose it.

“Harry.” You cry out.

You feel him groan as you come to your release. He removes his fingers and sticks his tongue inside you to fully get a taste of you. He had missed it so much. He was sort of getting carried away, and started eating you out again. His thumb creeps up to your clit to rub circles into it. Your head was thrashing against the pillow, and you were sweating from what he was doing to you. No one did this like Harry. Once you come again he slowly lifts his head. He was out of breath and his chin was glistening.

“Get on your stomach.” He breathes.

You grin and flip over. He grips your hips, and pulls you back to him. He slips his boxers off and then slips inside you.

“Oh, fuck.” You groan.

“You like my cock buried inside you?”

“Yes.”

You gasp when he starts moving in and out of you. His hand grasps at the roots for your hair. His skin was slapping against yours. It was like the two of you had never been apart. You move your ass back against him to get in sync with his pace.

“Still so fucking tight. You feel amazing.” He grunts.

Harry tugs your hair harshly to pulls you back to him. Your head rolls back against his shoulder. One of his arms snakes between your breasts, and his other moves so his hand can rub your slit as his thrusts in and out of you.

“Taking me so well.” He says into your ear. You turn slightly to kiss him. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and bite down on it. “Fuck.” He breathes.

“Harry.” You whimper.

He could tell you were close again by the way you were tightening around him.

“Where, shit, where can I come?”

“Inside me, obviously.”

He rubs your clit faster and you grab at his hair. You cry out before he pushes you back down on the bed. He flips you over and slips back inside. His hand grips your throat in just the right way. You both make eye contact. He thought you looked beautiful like this.

“Shit.” He groans and fills you to the brim with his hot come.

“Oh my god, Harry.” You moan.

“Like that?”

“Love it.”

He pulls out of you and you clamp your legs together so you don’t make a mess. You hobble to bathroom to clean up and then come back to him. You collapse on top of his chest. He plays with your hair and kisses your forehead.

“So…you really wanna be with me?” He asks. Someone had to speak first.

“Yeah, I do.” You look up at him. “You wanna be with me?”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll have to call Noel tomorrow to let him know it’s officially over.”

“Same with the girl I’ve been talking to.” He kisses your forehead again and looks at you. “And you’re really gonna spend the night?”

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“Good, because I’m about ready to fuck you again. Got an entire month to make up for, babe.”

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kisskissbanggang · 4 years

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What You Don’t Know pt. 3 - The Finale

[25Min Read/7.6K Words - College Au - Jisung x Female Reader - NSFW/Smut, 2/3 Plot - Femdom, Dom/Sub, Finding Kinks, Hair Pulling, Handcuffs, Minor Edging, Minor Cock-Slapping, Mutual Bondage, Bad Conflict Resolution, Drinking Buddies, Talking Things Out, Past Relationships, Friends to Lovers(?)]

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“Jisung,” you bristled, “you and I haven’t even agreed to be You and I.”

Jisung impatiently folded his arms. “Say no or come out with me tonight. Stop trying to fuck your way out of this if you actually care about me. This can be our little secret, but I won’t be your little power trip.”

You folded your arms as well, matching him in frustration as you considered what Jisung was proposing. If you went out with him that night, he might push you to confront some feelings you really didn’t want to. If you didn’t go out with him that night, however, you could see your friendship quickly dissolving. “Fine,” you huffed. “I’ll be at the bar tonight.”

What a terrible idea.

It had completely eluded you that tonight a live band was playing at the bar, and the energy inside was maddening. The guys wanting to go out on a Monday made way more sense all of a sudden. Minho beamed at you as you walked into the bar.

“My, don’t we look pretty tonight,” he teasingly complimented you, and you grimaced as you shoved him in retaliation.

“Don’t start,” you grumbled, “I’m not having the best day.”

“You, too? How funny,” Minho grinned as he put a beer in your hand. “Jisung’s been pissy all day.”

“What a coincidence,” you marveled sarcastically as you pulled up a stool at the bar. You didn’t even want to look at Jisung sitting at your usual booth, let alone sit with him. You missed the days when you didn’t feel anything towards him. It would be better than feeling whatever this was.

“Why do I even try?” Minho laughed in disbelief as he clapped you on the back. He shrugged before he abandoned you to simmer alone. You did watch now as Minho walked over and pointed you out. Whatever Jisung said in return, Minho had the same reaction as he’d had with you, laughing and shaking his head as he left to go actually have fun with everyone else. This was going to be a waiting game, you figured. Jisung would have to make a move if he insisted on you coming out, but you didn’t get much of a chance to see if he’d follow through. The strongest scent of girlish perfume hit your nose and you recoiled as you noticed Stephanie was here, for the first time in a couple weeks, and currently having way too much of a good time as she sauntered up to you.

“Hey!” She greeted over the music. Her tube top looked obnoxiously good on her. You cracked an inert smile and raised your beer in acknowledgment. “Jisung looks really good tonight,” she gushed as she leaned into your space. “So do you.”

“Thanks,” you nodded stiffly. “What’s up? You never talk to me.”

Stephanie shrugged cutely. “Well I’m talking to you now. Did you and Jisung come here together?”

You regarded her ingratiating smile. “Together? No,” you began carefully. “Why?”

“No reason,” Stephanie shrugged again, “he just looks really good tonight, like I said. And so do you. So I wondered if you came here together. That’s all.”

Her smirk was constructed purely from trouble before she waved and walked away, and right over to Jisung still sulking in the booth. You still couldn’t make out what was being said, but you could clearly see Stephanie point at you as well, and when Jisung leaned in to ask something, she shook her head before helping herself to the booth and sliding in beside him. Jisung looked across the bar at you now, and you were tempted to kill him right there and then as he shrugged at you, looking falsely helpless and clueless as Stephanie instantly leaned into his space.

You were subjected to watching Jisung get cooed over and pawed at for the next twenty minutes. Stephanie was relentless, really going at him and apparently emboldened by how aloof he was suddenly acting with her. Now you were thrown into a spiral of really wondering what you wanted with Jisung, and any one of those thoughts instantly made you feel queasy, especially as Jisung kept looking at you. She was awful, really — but you knew she really wasn’t, even as she whispered in Jisung’s ear and played with the strings of his hoodie. You knew she was just seeing him as available, and she was only up to her old business. After all, you said it yourself that you didn’t come here together. It still hurt to watch though, and it drove you crazy that you knew exactly why. But you would tough it out. You would sit and watch that jerk get fawned over even if it lasted all night, because he couldn’t be allowed to win this easily.

Until Stephanie made her move. You could almost hear the conversation play out from across the bar, with her swearing how much she missed him and caressing his knee under the table, promising she’d been thinking of him when she’d really done no such thing. You’d sworn you’d heard it plain as day, so it shouldn’t have surprised you when she kissed him. It surprised Jisung, too, and that was even more inexcusable since he was there contributing to the conversation.

It was Stephanie’s turn to be shocked as you stalked across the bar, entered the booth from the end she wasn’t occupying, and grabbed his hand to pull his attention away.

“Excuse you,” she balked, but she didn’t even try to interfere.

“Can we talk?” You asked him bluntly, voice covered in sugar to contrast with your vice grip on Jisung’s hand. He had the audacity to smirk as he excused himself from the table and followed you. You pulled him along to the back door of the bar, back by the bathrooms, and shoved it open to enter the dark alley behind the building. Jisung’s smirk lasted until the moment he was out in the cool of the night, and his hand sharply tugged on yours to wheel you around. You defensively pressed back against the wall. He knew you hated being surprised from behind. You didn’t even like back hugs or taking it from behind. Trust issue or not, Jisung knew better.

“I can’t fucking believe you!” He scoffed.

“I can say the same,” you shot back.

“What’s not to believe?! We’re not together, remember? But I guess you’re possessive when it’s convenient.”

“And you’re so quiet when it’s convenient,” you snapped. “You definitely seemed to want me while her tongue was in your mouth. You probably would’ve gone home with her if I hadn’t—“

Your ranting was cut short as Jisung kissed you hard against the wall of the alley. His hands gripped your waist tight and wouldn’t let up until you weaved your fingers into his hair and yanked. Jisung’s knees instantly buckled but he fought against it, his lips still on yours until you pulled him off of you. The grossest part of it was how much you instantly wanted him in that moment, even with how hurt you both were. Jisung was pushing this, and you were pulling away, literally so as you clawed your fingers into his hair and got him off of you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Jisung?” You asked coldly.

“Don’t accuse me of not wanting you when you won’t even talk this out.” He stared you down in the dark alley, trying hard not to shiver as you craned his head back. You manhandled him around to shove him back against the wall now, and his shocked cry turned into a surprised moan as your other hand took a serious grip on his cock and you kissed him back.

“You’re being such an ass about this,” you growled, emboldened as you could feel him trying not to tremble.

“And you’re being so immature about this,” he bit back, and it dug into you in a way you didn’t want to admit. Every time Jisung tried to say something more, you shut him up as you massaged him hard through his jeans. He didn’t stop trying to fight through it, though. “Did I make you upset, ma’am?” Jisung grinned sarcastically against you. His lips tasted of vitriol. “What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

His taunt made you freeze. Suddenly, you could see how this looked: both of you angry, upset, and undeniably wanting each other. You abruptly let him go. All you were doing was trying to stitch together this whole mess with flimsy lust. “You did,” you nodded seriously in an attempt to be open. “You did make me upset. This isn’t as easy as I was wanting.”

Jisung scoffed. It was apparently too little too late for you to be vulnerable. “Fine. Allow me to make it easier.” He was rough as he shouldered past you and made his way down the alley. You watched Jisung walk out to the street, silhouetted by streetlights as he made his way back towards the house.

You were livid as you stormed back into the bar to pay your tab and get the hell out. This whole night had been a terrible idea already and now it was worse as you pushed your way through the crowd to leave out the front, only to run face first into someone opening the door at the same time. You shoved whoever it was back only to find Chan facing you.

“Hey!” He shouted over the music, his annoyance abruptly turning into concern. “Are you okay?”

“No!” You called back. “I’m going home. I’ll see you, okay?”

Chan quickly turned and followed you as you elbowed past him out the door. He caught up with you on the sidewalk. ��Do you want a ride?”

You paused, shifting uncomfortably as you silently nodded. He was handsome in his work clothes, his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened. The sickening sensation of tears brimming in your eyes was distressing. Thankfully, Chan didn’t ask any questions, instead opting to wordlessly herd you towards and into his car. He sighed as he put the car into drive and headed in the direction of your apartment. “I’m sorry you’re not having a good night,” he offered.

“It’s fine. It’s stupid anyway,” you grumbled, feeling miserably embarrassed to have your friend see you like this.

“It’s not stupid, I assure you,” Chan consoled. “Try to calm down, okay? Here.” Chan reached down and slipped his heavy water bottle out of his bag and into your hand. You regarded it thoughtfully as you took a sip, followed by a deep breath.

“Isn’t this mine?” You asked, looking at the water bottle in your hands, your thumb tracing over the stickers adhered to it and the dents made in it over time. “You still have it?”

“Of course,” Chan chuckled. “You let me keep it, didn’t you?”

The short drive was painfully quiet but you were thankful for it, watching streetlights pass overhead and trying to ease the feeling of apparently hurting Jisung so badly. It felt lonely to approach your apartment, and you were silently grateful as Chan made no rush to get rid of you so he could head back to the bar. He leaned back in his seat and looked at you, almost as if he were checking on you again.

“Thanks,” you began awkwardly, despite gracefully setting a hand on his, “for being here for me.”

“Of course,” he assured you with a humble smile. His hand reassuringly squeezed yours. “You look really good tonight, by the way.”

“You think so?”

“For sure,” he nodded seriously. “When was the last time I saw you in a dress, let alone this dress? It’s my favorite.”

You felt your face heat up in a familiar way, and you couldn’t help but enjoy just hanging out with Chan again. This had been easy, too, before it wasn’t anymore. His hand was warm in yours and it felt good to be around him again.

“I missed you,” he said quietly. “I miss just hanging out. I’ve been meaning to call you.”

“I know you’re busy,” you reassured him, “but I missed you, too.”

“That’s the thing,” Chan bit at his lip. “I’m not going to be nearly as busy anymore. I’m finally getting my promotion.”

“You are? That’s great!” You congratulated him, and you truly meant it. Chan has been working like crazy since the day he started at his job. “I can’t wait to actually see you more,” you grinned.

Chan nodded, and it took a second longer than it should have for you to feel his pause in the stark silence of his car. The second you did, though, Chan had already leaned over the center console, his hand that wasn’t holding yours softly cupping your face as he gently pressed his lips to yours. His kiss was just as filled with muted affection and infatuation as the last he’d shared with you ages ago, but this wasn’t right. You reflexively shoved your hand against his chest, the heel of your palm sliding up until your hand landed on his throat. Chan hummed out a soft groan, misconstruing your defensive move for one of your games you used to play. He was thoroughly confused as you corrected your hand placement and shoved him off.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, brows furrowed with concern.

“You jerk,” you laughed miserably as you went to open the door.

Chan grabbed back onto your hand. “What’s wrong?” He repeated.

“You don’t get to just swoop in when you’re ready to settle down!”

“What do you mean?! We’ve been waiting—“

“We?” You asked him, bewildered at his assumption. “We? I stopped when you wanted to back then, but now you’re saying we have been waiting for this? You didn’t even ask me what’s wrong tonight!”

“Fine,” Chan sighed as he sank back into his seat, “you’re right. I wrongly figured you still prefer to divulge that on your own. What do you want to do? You’re in charge.”

“That’s the entire problem!” You lamented. “Jisung keeps saying I just want to be in charge, like I’m actually just exercising some power trip on him, and now I probably chased him off forever.”

“Jisung?” Chan blinked. “What does he have to do with this? Why does he keep saying that?”

“Because it’s a million times easier to just fool around instead of wanting to admit I want anything more,” you grumbled as you buried your face in your hands. “So I’m just using him instead of actually talking to him.”

“Oh jeez,” Chan heaved out a held breath as he finally realized what was going on and pulled you into his arms across the center console, “is that what this is about? Come here.” Chan affectionately rubbed your back as you shoved your forehead into his shoulder. “I’m sorry I kissed you. I’ve been in tunnel vision for—“

“Forever?” The jab may have been rude, but he knew he had it coming.

“Yes,” he nodded forlornly. “For a pretty long time, at least. How long has this thing with Jisung been going on?”

“Not long,” you admitted, “maybe a month or two.”

“Do you like him?”

“I do,” you grumbled. He nudged you as he finally released you from his embrace.

“And he feels the same?”

Your sigh multiplied as you nodded.

“And, let me guess, he wants to make it serious?” Chan nodded as you chewed on your lip in hesitance. “And you’re scared to make that move. I see. That explains why he’s been so off lately.”

“What do I do?” You frowned. Chan patted your hand.

“Sounds pretty easy to me. You already share feelings. What are you afraid of?”

“I just wanted something easy,” you explained, and you finally heard how whiny that sounded out loud.

“Doesn’t sound like that,” Chan shook his head. “If you wanted something easy you would’ve laid that line down already. You’re indecisive for once because you don’t want things to change.”

“Am I that obvious?”

“I’m afraid so,” Chan nodded earnestly.

“I hate this,” you glowered.

“I know. But it can’t be easy all the time.”

You and Chan both sat in renewed silence before you nodded with determination. Something was pressing in the back of your mind before you could leave, though. “Were you really wanting to try again? You and I?”

“It doesn’t matter now, but yes,” Chan softly smiled. “I’m just sorry I missed my shot, but I’m glad you sound like you know what you’re doing with Jisung.”

Chan sat and took it as you leaned forward to kiss his forehead before you stepped out of the car and onto the sidewalk. You ducked back down to look at him. “It doesn’t matter now, but things might’ve gone differently if you got that promotion a few months ago. Thanks for being there for me tonight.” You watched, still feeling a bit bruised as you waved to Chan driving off back down the street.

Jisung went back to ignoring you in class the next day, and you knew he would continue to if you didn’t do something fast. You had one plan in place. You had sat with your draft —a piece you were finally getting a chance to write after conceiving it ages ago — and carefully edited the whole thing with Jisung’s corrections and suggestions in mind. It took you the better part of the night, but you had no desire to sleep anyhow. It would have to look markedly different for him to be tempted to leaf through it right away.

With bated breath, you sat in class, painfully anxious as you added your draft to the pile on its way to the front of the room. It seemed to take forever, passing from row to row until it finally reached Jisung in the front, and he immediately drew out his requisite blue pen to check if he had everyone’s work while the professor continued on with his usual droning. He flicked through papers, and you wanted to scream every time he paused to unstick a page or look for a missing bibliography. This didn’t feel unlike passing notes in high school and you hated it. You were suddenly wondering if he already reached your paper and perhaps you just missed it.

Except you hadn’t. Jisung very clearly found your draft in his pile, apparent as he set down the whole stack in his hands to flip through the pages once again, but more carefully. He did a double-take, and then another one, and then he looked through the papers and notebooks and pens on his desk as if there was some other reason he found a sticky note stuck to the back of the first page: See me. Jisung easily found your eye in the lecture hall, looking cute in another dress you hadn’t worn in a long time. As opposed to the sweet little skater dress with the knee socks that you donned back at the bar, today you sported a somewhat more mature number, something fitted and flattering with tempting buttons down the front, and he subtly nodded.

It was hard to tell how Jisung would arrive at your apartment. He could be coming in hot, ready to rail against you again for not opening up to him for so long and blowing your chance. He could be beside himself, or nonchalant, or any number of things as you paced your apartment. It would turn out he would still surprise you, instead looking impressed he even found you, and that was when you realized: Jisung still hadn’t come over since you’d become friends.

“Hey—“ he awkwardly greeted, barely waving before you stepped aside and let him in. He looked annoyingly cute in his lightweight hoodie and jeans.

“Hey,” you returned. You were unsure if you were happy or relieved or nervous to see him. “I’m glad you came. We need to talk.”

“We do?” Jisung smirked. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he curiously looked around your small apartment. “That’s a first.”

“Come on,” you sighed, “I’m trying here. Let me try, please.”

“I’m not stopping you,” Jisung shrugged, still attempting to look indifferent even as he paused to look at photos or little knickknacks you had sitting around. You decided you would make it easier and step into your bedroom yourself, letting him know it was alright to follow you into your space. It was cute watching him look around and get to know you more just by being allowed inside. You paused as he gently picked up a teddy bear off your dresser with the smallest look of amusement on his face.

“Something funny?”

“No,” he grinned as he set the bear back down, “not like that. I was just, er… well, after what we’ve done and from how I’ve known you, your place is so — I have no idea what word I’m looking for — normal?”

“Were you expecting a dungeon?” You giggled as you were caught off guard.

Jisung finally laughed out loud. “No, if you must know. But this is, well… it’s cute. It’s nice seeing your place.”

“I’m glad you could see it,” you smiled, “only Minho’s been in my room before.”

“Really?” Jisung asked incredulously, even turning more to face you as you sat on the bed.

“Really,” you nodded earnestly while you leaned under your bedside table to pull out an inconspicuous card box. “And I’m still kinky at home, I just keep my place organized unlike some people.”

“That was uncalled for and I should leave,” Jisung cackled, even as he stepped closer to see. You set the box on your lap and opened it to reveal your toys and restraints, some familiar and some not. He peered inside, smiling playfully as he drew out the cuffs you used on him the week before. “Why are you showing me this? Why did you want to see me?”

“I wanted you to see that I trust you,” you admitted, “even if it’s been really hard for me to start this conversation.”

Jisung seemed to consider this, his eyes drifting from you, your dress, to the cuffs in his hand. You playfully plucked the restraints from him and closed one end around his right wrist. A sideways smile urged him on as he pulled the other set of cuffs from the box and did the same to you. Now you matched.

“Okay,” he softly relented, still not wanting to meet your eye. “No more running then. And you already started off just fine. Now tell me what changed between then and today.”

“Well, Chan said you’ve been seeming off yesterday—“

“Yesterday? Chan wasn’t there yesterday,” Jisung did look at you now as he asked blankly.

“What? Oh. He came after you left and gave me a ride home,” you shrugged.

“He gave you a ride home?” Jisung pressed. “Did anything happen?”

“Not really,” you shrugged awkwardly again, “I mean, if I’m being honest, he kissed me, but—“

“He what?!” Jisung exclaimed. “Oh, that fucking prick, I can’t believe—“ It was surreal to see him so worked up.

“Jisung, I don’t—“ you attempted as he paced your room in a frenzy, narrowly avoiding you each time you tried to take his hand. “Would you calm down?!”

“I told that asshole it was about a girl at school,” he raved, “because how dare I try to respect that you’re a weird subject with him?!”

“I’m a weird subject with him? Jisung, it’s not like I knew Chan still had feelings—“

“How could you not?! Literally the whole house knows! Like first that dick kisses you and then he gives me a ride to your place today? That antagonistic piece of shit,“ Jisung hummed in simmering discontent as he whipped his phone out and began typing furiously.

“Jisung, you don’t need to—“

“Look, I get it,” Jisung babbled as you helplessly followed him out into the hall, “he’s stupidly good looking and he has a car and a great job and you’ve been friends for a long time but—“

“Jisung!” You snapped, finally getting a hold of whatever you could, namely the hanging cuff around his wrist, and clicked the open end around your free hand before tugging him close to snatch his phone out of his hand. “If you’d shut up for five seconds then you would know I told Chan about you right after he kissed me, and he had no idea about us and immediately backed off and he felt bad.”

Finally, Jisung was silent as he gawked at you, his wrist still hanging limp where it was connected to your own now. “He didn’t know about us? What did you tell him about us? Or me?”

“What did I— well, I mean, I told him the truth,” you floundered as you reflexively stepped back.

“What truth?” Jisung prodded. Now he tugged on the chain between you himself, even as you backed away again. He quickly brought up the hanging end of the cuff on his other wrist and snapped it onto you before reeling you in. “Come on, I know you hate leaving things unsaid,” he insisted as he brought you closer again. “You can do this.”

“Fine!” You erupted. “I want to be with you, you jerk! I want to hang out even when we’re not fooling around, and I think about you all the time, and you make me happy even when you annoy the shit out of me… and I would hate if that changed things,” you frowned, even more so as he gave a small, surprised laugh.

“Is that what this is about?” Jisung asked, his disbelieving shaded with some relief. “All that would change is maybe we would do some couple stuff.”

“Then what’s the point?”

“The point is I want to do couple stuff with you,” Jisung insisted.

“I do, too,” you readily agreed, only wishing you could sound more sure. “It’s just hard to—“

“You do? You actually want to do that stuff with me?” Jisung cautiously asked. “Then what’re you afraid of?”

You sighed in an attempt to breathe in any confidence you could before you looked down at both your wrists cuffed to his own. “Honestly, as simple as it sounds… I’m afraid of losing what you and I have.” He watched as you drew up your hands and rattled the chains a little to make your point. Jisung’s expression was cryptic: part stunned, part something else you couldn’t quite place before he stepped forward, determined. You backed up with a start, the wall of the hallway pressing against your back as he pulled at his left wrist, your right being pulled along by the cuffs connecting you as he led it back and up the nape of his neck until your fingertips nestled deep into his hair. In your surprise you dropped his phone in your hand, the device landing on the floor with a clatter. The ghost of your tentative breath was nearly a gasp on your lips as his hand closed around yours, guiding you to grip hard onto the follicles at the root. A soft groan emanated from low in his throat as you tugged on his hair, the action familiar by now but the feelings associated with it suddenly feeling more full, more weighty as his knees predictably buckled. He visibly felt that same shiver fall down his spine as it always did. You could do this, he seemed to silently encourage you, you could have this.

First, though, you needed Jisung to see that you wanted it, that you wanted him. A new energy surged through you, from the pit of your belly and pulsing along your nerves as you now pushed back against the wall of your own volition, releasing your hold on his hair to instead softly cup his face and pull him to you. The chains keeping you together meant the Jisung now gently held onto your wrists as he tried not to fall into you in your silent apartment. He watched, rapt as you shifted gears so suddenly but so smoothly, and he was still just as ready for you to do whatever you wanted to him as you met his gaze. The pause between you was sweet, intrepid, and just the smallest bit nervous as you finally brought him close to kiss his lips.

Jisung’s eyes fluttered closed as he savored it, almost like he was afraid this was a lapse in judgement on your part until you deepened your kiss and let out the smallest satisfied hum. Now you could do whatever you wanted to him, and he was dying for it. As he glimpsed at you the moment you pulled away from his lips, he was already tipsy, almost drunk on you, his eyelids heavy and his pupils blown out. You tipped him back onto his feet a little before you led his chained wrists to your waist, then your hips, and slowly down under the hem of your dress to your thighs. His fingers thought faster than his brain did as the pads of his fingertips absently soothed over your skin, erupting in goosebumps as he touched you until you yanked back on the cuffs and made him fall into you again. It felt like a return to form as you teased him closer and closer to your panties — until he brazenly pulled at the cuffs himself and dipped his fingers between your legs, over the thin fabric separating him from you. He cracked the most mischievous grin before you jammed down on the cuffs and surprised him into losing his balance and buckling. Jisung groaned as he landed on his knees, just a little dazed but still wearing that same playful smile.

“What,” you sneered, “you think you can get away with being a brat now?”

“No, ma’am,” Jisung earnestly shook his head despite his smirk, “but I trust you enough to try it out.”

“Let’s see if that pays off for you,” you taunted as you pulled your panties aside for him. “Now get to work.” To really rub it in, you pushed Jisung back by the forehead as he went to dive straight into you. He swallowed a breath as you looked down at him expectantly. “Words, sweet boy,” you chided, “don’t make this worse for yourself.”

“Yes ma’am,” he nodded when he seemed to suddenly become much more compliant, “thank you, ma’am.” Jisung looked up at you with his big eyes glazed over as he licked you up, nosing aside your panties to get deeper into your folds with a practiced effortlessness. It was your turn for your knees to buckle, the wall pressing into your shoulders as you let out a content sigh. Jisung groaned at your pleasure and grabbed onto your thighs as much as the cuffs would allow for leverage. Your arousal scorched through you from your chest to your fingertips when you realized how good it was to be with Jisung again, and like this it felt even more satisfying as he eagerly laved at you. A familiar head rush took hold and you knew that there was too much you wanted for you to risk losing momentum from an orgasm knocking you out.

Jisung was barely lucid as you pulled his tongue off you again, still so focused on his task and returning to it until his hands followed yours up your thighs and under the hem of your dress. You took his fingers, placing them on your panties and pushing down until you nodded for him to take them off for you. He helped you step out of them as you leaned down to help him reach with the cuffs still pulling you along, and you pulled him back up to bring your fingers to the top button of your dress. He watched, mesmerized as you led his hands to replace yours again and take care of the rest of the delicate buttons that traced a line down the front of your dress. His fingers were almost careful, his breath measured as he slowly exposed you.

“Perfect, sweet boy,” you breathed. “Your turn now.” You were met with a surprised gasp as you shoved Jisung back onto his ass and followed him down to the floor of your hallway. Your apartment was so small that you were practically in the kitchen and the bathroom and your bedroom from this spot, and Jisung almost braced himself as you knelt between his legs. “Well?” You asked teasingly. “I said it’s your turn.”

Jisung was still confused until you took his hands and placed them on the zip of his hoodie. Of course, with the cuffs on, neither of you would be able to get much more undressed, but a soft rush of excitement still coursed through you as Jisung did as he was told and unzipped his hoodie.

“Belt, too,” you softly commanded with a nod.

“Can I get another kiss, first, ma’am?” Jisung smirked. “I really liked that last one.”

“Belt first, sweet boy,” you emphasized. He complied, his slim fingers working his belt free, but not without next grabbing onto your wrist and tugging you close to steal a quick kiss. It was barely anything, and you loved it, but you pushed your hand against his chest to flatten him back out on the floor with a groaned curse. You burned, sort of adoring this new level to your playing. Jisung seemed to love it too as you wrangled him into your grip: one hand in his hair and the other working his jeans open to grab onto his cock. As painfully sentimental as it sounded, you’d missed it.

Jisung cried out as you shifted around to kneel on his chest, one knee on his ribs and the other still on the floor as you began to massage his length to full hardness. The moment he tried to thrust into your hand, you lightly slapped the head of his cock and he hissed out a sharp breath. “Sit still, brat,” you warned.

“Come on,” Jisung begged, his eyes shut tight as you did it again, “I missed you, it’s so good.”

“What’s so good?” You teased before batting his cock again. “Being such a brat that I keep on slapping your cock? That can be arranged.”

“No no,” Jisung ardently shook his head, “please ma’am, please touch me. I’ll be good, just please touch me again.”

“Say you’re sorry,” you pouted, already poised to slap his cock again.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” your incredible, sweet boy immediately replied as he pressed his hips back into the floor. “I’m sorry for acting out, and kissing you without permission, and for not sitting still—“

“Perfect, sweet boy,” you simpered, “that was a good apology.”

Jisung’s head relaxed back onto the floor as you closed your hand around his warm cock again and began stroking it in earnest. His hushed whines and obscenities under his breath were heavenly, perfect notes in your ears after recalling them in frustrating daydreams for the past week. Even in just that short time, you truly realized how much more you wanted Jisung than you had first thought. Looking at Jisung stretched out on the floor of your tiny apartment and doing his best to behave while you massaged his blushing erection, you couldn’t believe it took you so long to admit you wanted to be with him. Jisung’s eyes were shut tight enough to furrow his eyebrows in the sweetest way, so utterly lost in the moment in a way you can’t just will into existence, he had to fall into it, and you would be an absolute fool to not recognize how handsome he was in the midst of it. Your gaze drifted down his heaving chest, down to where the hem of his shirt had ridden up a bit to reveal the soft definition of his abdomen, and ultimately down to his length that was agonizingly dripping, leaking precum, and you couldn’t take the sight anymore; you needed him.

“What’re you doing—“ Jisung dazedly asked as you let him out of your grasp. Rather than finish his question, however, Jisung gasped in surprise as you swung a leg over his hip to seat yourself on his lap. He was thoroughly trembling by now, and you missed that sensation.

“Good?” You checked in on him real quick as you eased the smooth head of his cock against your dripping entrance.

“Yes ma’am,” he obediently replied as you slowly dipped him into your depths. A sigh erupted from you, instantly revealing how much you’d wanted Jisung back inside of you, and you quickly laced your fingers into his for leverage as you began to roll your hips against his own. You couldn’t believe how much you’d missed fucking Jisung in just a few days. With the right angle, you could grind your soaked clit against him, and your feverish moans electrified him in the cutest way. Jisung writhed under you, coming undone from how much he loved being with you, being used by you while knowing he actually had you. He was keening and sighing and moaning sweetly with each groan and gasp that escaped you as you rode him, your undulating hips almost working him up too fast in combination with how much groundwork you’d already laid out. This realization, however, was unsatisfying for some reason, until you understood why. It was rare, but sometimes you did crave pressure against that little button of nerves inside you instead of directly against your clit, and you couldn’t reach it from this angle.

Jisung was a mess as you eased off him. “Wait, what’re you—“ he nearly repeated, babbling until you soothed him.

“Good?” You asked, making him jump as you grabbed back onto his cock to pump his slicked length a few times. He whined at your touch before he could finally give a tepid nod. “Say you’re good,” you implored.

“Good,” he nodded heartily, even more so as you let a glistening string of saliva fall from your lips onto his hard member and stroked it faster before letting go completely. Jisung threw his head back and cursed at the absence. “Fuck,” he croaked, “more, more—“ You smiled warmly as Jisung sat up as much as he could without pulling you down in the process, and you leaned a hand forward to give him some leverage to see what he would do. Your chest swelled as he leaned up, fervently kissing your jaw before looking up at you with those big eyes. “More, ma’am, please,” he earnestly begged, and you felt he more than earned it now.

“Jisung,” you called softly to him, getting his attention fast, “you want it?”

“Yes ma’am,” he nodded seriously. He was curious as you helped him sit up more until he was up on his knees with you, enough so that it caught him off guard as you closed your eyes and leaned close to briefly kiss his lips again. He groaned appreciatively into you until you pulled away, but the curiosity resumed as you took one of your cuffed wrists and ducked under it, twisting around until Jisung was bear-hugging you from behind. “Ma’am,” he suddenly piped up behind you, “are you sure?” Even then, he couldn’t resist responding as you ground your ass back against his cock.

“Jisung,” you groaned wantonly, and let yourself lean forward against the wall, “fuck me.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jisung readily complied. With a little adjusting, you felt the head of his cock nudge back against the sensitive opening of your pussy, and you both let out a renewed sigh of pleasure as you tested this new angle. You were surprised to find that despite any of your misgivings or trepidation, that Jisung’s length fit up inside you almost precisely like this, massaging right against that spot if you arched your back just right. Jisung thrust eagerly into you, the both of you panting for breath and breaking out in a minor sweat as he fucked you from behind in the hallway. With his hands still connected to yours, he held fast onto your arms for leverage but remained as gentle as he always was, still just as doting as he kissed and nuzzled along your shoulders and nape of your neck while he murmured grateful little proclamations into your skin.

Even with your arms crossed and held down by his own, you still felt safe against Jisung, and it was easy to fall headlong into this spike of arousal contributing to the incredible head rush you were experiencing. The sounds of your combined moans worked in tandem with his thrusts to push you closer and closer to the edge, while Jisung apparently wasn’t far behind with how his fingers squeezed into your arms. You knew he would be too behaved to ever ask for it, though. You leaned your head back against Jisung’s shoulder as he worked his hips against you.

“You’re doing so good, sweet boy,” you purred. Jisung whimpered as he tried not to jump the gun. “You’re going to make me cum like this. But I can’t—“

“What?” Jisung interrupted, almost crazed. You patiently shushed him in an attempt to soothe him.

“I can’t cum,” you goaded him, “without telling you the rules first. I won’t cum unless you fill me up when I do.”

“Oh fuck,” Jisung hissed behind you. “Anything, ma’am, fuck—“

Jisung was a wreck as he worked you over, thrusting and grinding his cock right into your spot as your impassioned moans quickly grew more feverish. “God, Jisung,” you pleaded, “make me cum, you’re going to make me cum—“

“Yes, ma’am,” Jisung panted, “I’m going to —god, fuck—“

Your hands clutched for each other as you both erupted in a cascade of emphatic cries and moans once you climaxed together. The warmth that so instantly filled you made you melt back into Jisung’s embrace, almost like you’d fall right through the floor if he let go. Instead, he held you for a moment to ground himself before he reached for the safety latch on the cuff on your right wrist. It snapped off with a rattle, and even that felt as much like an absence as when he eased his withering length out of you. Jisung was gentle as he helped you to sit and rest back against the wall while he unlatched the other cuff. He lightly massaged both your wrists, even taking a moment to feel out and crack the joint between your thumb and wrist on both hands. His dazed eyes still heavily lidded, he softly kissed both your palms before returning them to your lap and finally took both cuffs off of himself. The cuffs were set on the floor with a soft clatter and you shared a look now, suddenly just a bit bashful in your post-orgasm haze.

“Good?” You smirked.

“Good,” Jisung languidly nodded, and accepted your hands on his face, drawing him close for a chaste kiss to his lips before helping him down next to you to snuggle him into your arms. You relaxed on the floor of the short hallway in your tiny apartment, still shoddily half-dressed, half-exposed as the both of you were. Jisung was curious as you leaned over to grab his phone you had originally dropped on the floor. You took a cursory glance at the device, making sure you hadn’t damaged it in all the commotion before you dialed Minho’s number.

“What’re you doing?” Jisung wondered.

“What?” Minho’s voice came through on the third ring.

“Min,” you greeted casually, “when are we going out again? I have things to tell you. There’s something you don’t know.”

“What’s it about?” He asked shortly, apparently unfazed that you were calling from Jisung’s phone.

“About me and Jisung,” you replied. Jisung was looking up at you now, almost impressed.

“What about you and Jisung? Is this about what happened with Stephanie the other night?”

Jisung’s eyes widened curiously, possibly matching your own. “No, why? What do you mean?”

“I mean, I set her on her plan to talk to him because I was tired of you two not saying anything; I didn’t think she’d make a total ass of herself.”

You and Jisung stared at each other. “No,” you babbled, “it’s not that. I was just going to say—“

“Hey!” Felix’s voice interrupted. “Is Jisung gonna go to your place more often? I haven’t had the room to myself in ages. Like, I try to give you two space and everything, but—“

“Is that where they are?”

“Yeah, that’s where Chan said he dropped him off—“

“What’s going on?” Chan cut in now. “Are they actually admitting it?”

“Enough!” You announced, attempting not to get distracted with Jisung nearly having a fit of giggles beside you. “Alright. Next time we go out, we’ll explain everything.”

“Are there parts we don’t know?” Minho asked, bemused.

“You could fill books with what you don’t know,” you laughed, quickly ending the call to get the last word in. Jisung smiled at you affectionately as you carefully got up to your feet and offered him a hand.

“Am I heading home, then?” He asked as he let you help him up.

“Nope,” you shook your head, “bedroom.” Jisung stared at you like he was expecting a punchline.

“Bedroom? Why the—“

“Bedroom,” you nodded with a grin while you pulled him along, “or else I’m going to fall asleep right here in the hallway.”

Jisung beamed at you as you led the way to your bed. “Yes ma’am.”

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Finally finished Princess Shelly’s Grand Escape. I’m actually thinking of continuing this?

Desc: Once Upon A Brawl, a Princess wakes up in a tower. She’s not happy about it, not knowing how she got there, but despite the fact that she was kidnapped in the first place, she can handle this on her own.

Shelly woke up in… a bed. A bed she didn’t recognize. It was too soft, too warm, and everything seemed a little fuzzy. She rose a hand to rub the sleep out of her eyes, yawning, and felt something off. When she paused to see if something was on her hands, she notices that she was wearing gloves.

“What the…?” She blinked, clearing her vision to examine it closer. A white glove with makeup and glitter smudged onto it from her wiping her face. “Huh?”

She didn’t wear makeup. Or gloves. Part of her brain tried to tell that this was normal, to go back to sleep, but she shoved it aside. She looked down at herself, noticing that she was wearing a frilly blue dress. It felt more like a costume than clothing.

“I am definitely not dreaming anymore.” She mumbled as she sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed to stand up. She heard clinking as her feet hit the ground. “Okay what is this-“

She pulled the shirt of her dress up to look at her feet, seeing that she was wearing glass slippers. Her mind raced, trying to figure out how in the world she ended up in this unfamiliar bedroom in a frilly blue dress.

“This is getting ridiculous-“ She attempted to stand up, only to wobble a bit. She took a breath and steadied herself before standing up straight in the heels. “How can anyone stand these?”

She attempted to walk across the room, cursing whenever she stumbled in the slippers. Finally she gave up, pulling them off and storming to the window to see where she was. The sky above her was dark, the sun long gone, and there were stars scattered throughout it.

“Wherever I am I clearly am going crazy.” She shook her head. “No, no. Not crazy, this is crazy but I’m not. Where’s my-“

She looked around, noticing a strange looking green object on the floor by her bed. She picked it up by the handle, trying to make out any details. It was designed to look like a frog. By why a-

The ‘frog’ started snapping at her, and on reflex she punched it, still holding onto the handle. She hollered out curses as she held it away from her face, not interested in getting bitten, and warily watched it snap at her again.

“The heck are you!?” She had half a mind to throw the thing, but something in its mouth caught her eye. Squinting, she could see the gleam of a shotgun barrel in its jaws. “…huh.”

‘There it is.’ She thought, and as she aimed the gun’s barrel - and face - away from her, holding it at the same level as her chest. ‘That’s my gun.’

This felt way, way too weird to be real. She didn’t need to be a doctor to know she couldn’t possibly be asleep and in some kind of strange dream, and the fact that she was holding a gun that was apparently a frog made everything feel even weirder.

“Whoa, okay, firstly. Don’t shoot me. Okay? Second: What the heck? Who the heck are you? And why do you have my gun - why are you my gun? Third: If you want to bite, do so now because I really don’t want to hurt you or anything. Like ever again. Just-“ The frog-gun-thing bit her arm. “OW!! What was that for!?”

It hissed, and she rolled her eyes.

“Ay, ay, ay! Are you done? Stop biting me!” The frog let out another hiss, and she swore it laughed at her. She groaned in annoyance. “If you behave, I won’t throw you out the window. Deal?” The frog clicked, letting out an affirmative noise, which Shelly assumed meant yes, so she sighed and relaxed for a moment.

“This is insane. My frog is a gun, I’m in some weird tower, and-“ She started pacing, waving her hands around as she noticed a lock of her hair fall her face. “And my hair is pink!?” She stopped, staring at the lock before throwing the pink hair off her face. “This has got to be a trick! This isn’t real!”

She kept screaming and ranting about how much she was hallucinating while she stared at herself. At last she stopped and slumped against the wall, her breathing heavy. She was still panicking and she didn't seem capable of calming down. She glanced over at the door, and she couldn’t if it was even locked. With a deep sigh she walked over to it, slowly sliding her hand over the doorknob, and attempted to yank it open.

Nothing. Locked. She cursed to herself.

Sighing once more Shelly slid back to the wall and sank into it, leaning forward so that her forehead rested on the cool surface. She closed her eyes, taking several deep breaths.

"Calm down." She told herself. "You're fine. There's no reason to freak out right now, okay?"

She looked at the frog-gun she held, trying to smile at it reassuringly. Then an idea dawned upon her, and her smile widened. She stood up, holding the frog-gun ready as she faced the door, aiming it.

"One shot..." She muttered. "One shot..."

She heard something ont the other side, and she froze. She saw light from something very bright, and she squinted, shielding her eyes.

She had no idea if this guy was a friend or foe, but for her own sake, she was going to guess the latter. But she was also eager to get out. So maybe… Okay, she wasn’t going to kill the guy, but she would have the frog ready.

She looked around the room for anything else. She noticed the slippers, and as much as she didn’t want to wear them, the felt important. She she grabbed them, deciding to carry them instead. She held the frog-gun at her side and turned to the door again, ready to knock it down.

She took a deep breath, bracing herself, and kicked the door down with surprisingly no effort. As soon as she did, she raised her gun quickly, pointing it at whoever was behind the door.

She must’ve knocked him down when she knocked down the door. He was sitting on the ground, rubbing his head as a mask covered his face. A cutout mask with a cartoony face she vaguely recognized, but she didn’t care. She aimed the frog at him, just in time for him to move the mask to stare down the barrel as it opened its jaws

He didn’t try to make any sudden movements, but he was clearly nervous.

“What?” She asked. “Not gonna make a move? Too scared?”

She waited, expecting him to say something, to attack. To fight or run. Anything. But he stayed quiet. She took a step towards him, raising the gun as she walked closer.

“Are you my rescuer?” She asked, her voice lowering. “Or are you my kidnapper?” She stopped near him, watching closely as he looked at her, fear and confusion apparent on his face. It made sense; they never met before, of course he wouldn’t know her and she didn’t recognize him.

But he did.

“Sh-Shelly, it’s me, Colt?” He spoke up, reaching his hand out toward her. “Please put the gun down, please-.”

She paused in disbelief, staring wide eyed at him, and lowering the gun slowly in response. She blinked a few times but refused to lower the weapon, instead holding it tighter.

“The wizard sent me - Byron - it’s a long story…” Colt tried to explain, still looking at the shotgun in his face. “Please lower the frog…”

“The Wizard sent you? Why the hell are you here and what do you mean, long story?” She snapped. “Why should I trust you?”

“Because it’s the truth.” Colt replied, “And I’ll explain everything, we just need to-“

“Kiss me.” Her voice went low, almost threatening.

“Wha-, uh,” he stuttered, paling as he swallowed a lump in his throat. She narrowed her eyes. “What?”

“Since I’m stuck in some fantasy freakshow, I’m assuming you’re probably my ‘prince charming’ and our ‘true love’s kiss’ is probably going to break wherever curse I’m under, and I have every reason to believe I’m cursed!” With her waking up in a weird room, seeing a gun as a frog, and her magically being a Princess, she was getting somewhat desperate. “So, kiss me already, you dolt!”

“Haha,” he choked out, still pale. “N… not funny, Shelly. Look. It’s not funny, alright?!” She glared at him, raising the gun.

“I’m serious! Break this stupid curse or so help me-“

“Okay!” He threw his arms up, and he seemed to have enough courage then to yell in exasperation, as if he was just as stressed. “I got your message! I didn’t expect you to remember me, I didn’t expect you to even recognize me! But if you do remember, if you actually remember that we were friends, well, you should probably listen to whatever I have to say. You might want to take your finger off the trigger, too…” She hesitated, her grip on her gun loosening a little. “That’s the thing, Shelly. We’re friends? Yes. Sure, we were good friends, once,” he said softly, “You probably don’t remember that…”

She frowned. “You’d be correct.” He nodded, his brows furrowed together as he sighed.

“Okay, yeah, maybe not. Not exactly, anyways. But… I am here to rescue you from wherever it is you are. So…” Colt glanced at the door and the remains of it on the ground. “You - you probably have that handled. Right?” She scoffed.

“Of course I can handle myself. I’m a princess.” She reminded him, raising her eyebrows sarcastically. “Now, why don’t you tell me why this is happening?” She demanded.

“Oh, right, sorry. Yeah, uh, Byron - who’s a wizard now - sent me to save you.”

Something clicked, and Shelly turned to the frog in her hands. Things seemed to shift into place.

“Oh, he’s the one that gave me you.” She pat it’s head, a little roughly. But it seemed to like that. “I remember you~!” She continued, a bit quieter than before. “So… he must’ve been worried about you. And he sent you, but then he decided not to come himself. He’s really irresponsible.”

“Uh… Yeah, kinda. Listen…” Colt scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “He is sending help, but we need to get out of here first. They should be coming soon.”

“Well let’s go!” Shelly grabbed Colt’s wrist and started running, dragging him along. “So, who are they?”

“There’s Barley, he’s a unicorn knight now. Then Prince Emerald Sprout.” Shelly looked back incredulously, “You’ll recognize them when you see them. They live up to their descriptions.”

“What the heck are you?” Shelly questioned, raising the gun up once against a door. She noticed Colt rummaging through his bag, pulling out two golden pistols.

“I’m - uh - not quite sure. I think I’m just an ordinary man - er, hero – trying to find you. Get you out,” he answered sheepishly.

She scoffed. She knew it was bullshit.

“No. There’s more to it than that. I’m not an idiot, Colt, if that is your real name.” She rolled her eyes, shooting down the door and barreling through to the outside.

“Y’know, usually you’re not the one asking what’s going on.” Colt responded, firing at a small figure approaching them. He seemed to know how to use guns. Good for him.

“Yeah, but you’re supposed to be saving me, obviously.” She shot back, running and looking back briefly to make sure he was following. She slowed down slightly, hearing sirens and looking around.

Those sounded out of place, but she wasn’t sure. Her attention was snapped back to seeing robots around, one raising a gun. She stepped back slightly, backing into Colt.

“What’s going on here?” When she asked that, Shelly swore she heard him snort. “I’m being serious!”

“No time to explain!” Colt seemed to be holding back a laugh. That sounded like a punchline, like it was ironic. “If you stop to explain, you’re a goner! I’ve seen proof!” Colt insisted, aiming his gun at one of the robots while continuing to walk beside her.

“Proof of what?” She yelled back, shooting down another robot that tried to shoot him.

“Poco! Wherever he is, anyway…” Colt spoke quickly, picking off a sniper robot that was aiming for Shelly, then perking up at the sound of shattering glass. “There’s Barley!”

Shelly turned, then looked up to see a knight - a robot - clad in bright colors and sparkles leaping down to help. She closed her eyes as something it threw hit the robot in front of her, shattering and exploding into dust and rainbows. As she squinted open her eyes, she noticed an opening.

She lowered her head and charged through, holding her gun close. As soon as she was out of the dust, she scanned the area, seeing that a fire had started in the village she was in. She didn’t focus on that for long, seeing robots ahead. She leaped, aiming to land on it, and crushed it’s head with her foot before jumping off it’s inverted head to escape the group.

More shattering glass - that sounded like bottles. Looking back, she noticed to vaguely familiar silhouettes dashing through the dust, chasing her. Her eyes widened as two dragons emerged - one pink, one green - recognizing them. Shelly readied her shotgun, shooting at them to knock them back before running.

She dodged robots attempting to grab her, but her focus was on avoiding the dragons. Fortunately, someone had her back. She saw as a sword was flung into the chest of one robot, and then another thrown and slicing into the back of another. Glancing at the direction the swords came from, she noticed a little robot dressed in green wearing a cape with a sword sticking through it’s head.

“Thanks!” She hollered briefly before dodging a punch from one of the dragons, and it gave her small nod before reaching for the sword in it’s head to fling at another robot in her way.

Shelly took one final scan of the situation, thinking quickly. Since everyone else seemed to be focused on the robots, that seemed to leave just her with the dragons that were insistent on chasing her. It was a good thing the robots seemed to be focused on her allies instead of her as well, leaving her with just the dragons.

Either way, she was going to have to deal with them alone. But that wasn’t a bad thing, not at all. As she wove around robots being shredded into shrapnel by bullets, being cut in half by thrown swords, and disappearing into dust and glitter, she turned around with her gun aimed to her pursuers.

They were right in her face, she didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger, feeling the force before hearing the gun going off in her hands.

“BANG!” She shouted, hearing the blast echoing throughout the entire battlefield. She pulled the trigger again, hearing it’s shots ring in her ears. “Bang, bang, bang!!” She yelled, watching the bullets flying everywhere.

The shells hit their targets; each one hitting the same one in turn. Each time, she felt a sting of satisfaction as the shells went through a target and the force knocking them backward and away. Thrown back, they flew for a few feet before hitting the ground, hard.

She watched as the two dragons turned to smoke and disappeared. With the last one gone, the robots turned to nothing, turning to dust and scrap.

Finally, she stopped firing for a moment, watching the area. She could hear people talking somewhere nearby. She sighed.

“Great job, Shelly…” She muttered quietly under her breath.

“Hey, hey, are you alright?!” Colt called from behind her. She frowned, glancing around.

“Yeah, did you see what I just did?” She pointed to where the two dragons were with her gun, then gestured over to the robots she destroyed. “That was so awesome!” She cheered, throwing her arms in the air victoriously.

She heard slow clapping, and blinked, noticing it was from behind her. She noticed Colt nervously wave at someone she didn’t see, she couldn’t see clearly, because of the dust. She rubbed her eyes before turning around to face them.

As she turned to look, a tall figure appeared.

“Wow. That was amazing. You did incredible.” The figure said as they walked closer to her. “But I think that’s enough excitement for today, don’t you?” They continued, still smiling.

“Who… Are you? What are you?” Shelly narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “And why did you say those things? Are you making fun of me?”

“No, no! Not at all!” The person laughed as he reached her. “Why would I ever do such thing?” He held out his hand towards her. “I mean… I knew you were capable of destruction and handling yourself, even if you did get caught-“

“I broke out on my own.” Shelly retorted, crossing her arms. “I kicked down the door, nearly shot the guy that was sent to save me.” She threw a thumb back at Colt. “I got rid of most of those. I didn’t need rescuing, I was doing fine on my own.” She explained, glaring at him.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “How many of the robots did you destroy?” Shelly opened her mouth, but he rose his hand. “Aht, look around first.”

Shelly raised a brow before doing so, noticing that while several of the robots had clear indications of being destroyed by a shotgun like hers, several also were melted, had been stabbed or sliced by swords, or had holes through their chest from more precise bullets.

“While handling the dragons on your own was very impressive and no small feat,” He started, first looking at Shelly, “I’m sure not having robots distract you helped a lot. After all, it’s dangerous to go alone-“

“Well I wouldn’t have been alone, I have this thing.” She held up her shotgun, which snapped at the stranger. “It’s a weapon,” She shrugged.

“Yes, I figured.” He nodded, putting up his hands in defence when she swung it towards him. “Okay, okay… You don’t seem to need it now. Lower the frog, please.” When she hesitated, he sighed, lowering his hands. “Lower the frog, please. Or do you want me to take it back?”

“Um…” She stared at the thing. “What’s this about the frog? Do you know how I got it?” She asked cautiously.

“Well of course! I gave it to you! And I am quite sure I would remember giving it to you.” He smiled.

“You… You gave me the… Frog?” She repeated, her voice sounding almost confused, even to her. She looked at it, lowering it, then it dawned on her. “OH. You’re the wizard!”

“Did you just now recognize that I was a wizard?”

“YEAH!” She nodded, laughing a bit. “I mean, I noticed you dressed weird and essentic but I didn’t - it fits you?”

The wizard groaned, his face turning red as he dragged a hand down his face.

“Oh geez, how embarrassing,” He muttered. “Anyway, I should probably start heading towards the town, make sure everything is okay there. So, bye!” He waved his hand, starting to walk away.

Before he got far, Shelly reached out a hand, grabbing his sleeve.

“Wait, I have a feeling you were trying to give me some ‘moral of the story’ or something like that. Y’know, fairytales.” She shrugged, frowning. “And I didn’t get your name. And I want revenge.”

The wizard paused in surprise. “Hmm..” His eyes narrowed slightly, a grin forming on his lips. “Maybe I was…?” He hummed lightly to himself, rubbing his chin. “You know what, I’ll be blunt. I am Byron, the Wizard.” He shrugged. “Moral of the story: I don’t doubt you, nobody should, but it’s dangerous to go alone.”

“But I’m not-“

“Princess, I’m not finished.” He gently cut her off, then called for the attention of the group, gesturing for them to come over. “Everyone, everyone, this story isn’t over just yet. I can show you all the way for your quest.”

“We’ll need higher ground to see our next destination.” Byron rose his staff, pointing at an odd metal frame tower that was bent out of shape by the fight. “Little Prince, come over.”

Shelly watched as the little robot with the sword wheeled over to him, grabbing Byron’s robe. Byron gave Sprout a brief pat on it’s done. With that, Byron slammed his staff on the ground and vanished in a puff of smoke.

Shelly blinked away the dust, noticing her footing was different. She looked down, seeing that she was on the bent metal tower, overlooking the town and horizon. She noticed Barley, who stood securely on it, and Colt, who hung onto a stay metal bar for deal life.

“Ahead,” Byron spoke, and when Shelly saw him he was levitating in the air with Sprout hanging from his robe. He pointed to the castle in the distance. “Is the residence of Evil Dragon Queen Pam, she is the one who captured you.”

“LET’S KICK HER-“ Shelly attempted to jump down, only for Byron to put his staff in front of her to prevent her. “What!?”

“It’s dangerous to go alone.” He repeated firmly. She looked down at the ground, scowling. “You may be able to handle Queen Pam by yourself, but will you be able to handle her forces, her armies, and whatever army of robots they could possibly have?” Shelly pursed her lips and sighed.

“Fine.” She huffed.

“Thank you, Princess.” Byron grinned before disappearing into a puff of smoke. Everyone else followed suit, everyone being back on the ground. “You’ll need people, allies, friends… All I ask of you is help us with the mission.” He added.

“Right.” She mumbled, sighing again. “But I get Pam all to myself, got it?”

“I have no doubts.” Byron chuckled, “Barley, do you have the map?”

“Yep! Here it is!” He said cheerfully, holding it up triumphantly.

“Good job, knight.” He said, patting the robot on the shoulder. “With that map, a good sense of direction, and each other, I have no doubts that you all have everything you need for your quest.”

The group began to talk among themselves excitedly, talking about their tasks and the possible future that awaited the group.

Shelly stared at the map for awhile before she shook herself, smiling. Then she noticed Byron walking off, waiting an arm for an owl to land on as he left.

“Hey, Byron!” She yelled out before she followed after him, waving her free hand over her head. “Aren’t you going to be one of us? You seem so insistent on not going alone.”

He turned his head, raising his hand to wave back. “Well, you can consider me a member of your group, that’s for sure. I’ll help any way I can-”

“Are you coming with us?” Shelly interrupted him.

Barley stopped, turning his head. Byron stared at her for a moment before sighing, closing his eyes. “No. I will not be part of this group.”

“Why?”

“Look, princess, I have my own things to tend to.” Byron crossed his arms. “And I have already given you allies, possible friends, with Barley - a wonderful magical knight, Sprout - a blooming prince, and…” Byron raised an eyebrow at Colt, “…a new companion, yes, the new guy. So, my answer is still no.”

She frowned at his words.

“So, we’ve wasted enough time as it is,” Byron walked away.

Shelly watched him go for a few seconds, before looking down at her map. The map showed where the castle of Evil Queen Pam was located in relation to where they were. That meant…

Shelly took a deep breath, shaking her head as she walked over to her group.

“Alright,” She sighed. “Let’s go. We need to get to the castle. It’s not far at all.”

#[free qwen’s dreams]#brawl stars #Shelly #princess shelly #colt #handsome colt #Byron #wizard Byron #barley #unicorn barley #sprout #prince sprout #writing

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kambessugarbby · 4 years

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“mission: stovetop”

two things occurred today that you never thought would happen:

one, you managed to finish all your paperwork earlier than expected.

two, your grouchy detective boyfriend let you cook today. (grouchy in a loving way of course)

it’s not like you had never cooked for him before. you just hadn’t been able to use his kitchen. whenever you brought up the topic of concocting a small, homemade dinner in his cozy yet practical apartment, he would grimace and quickly replace the topic with the oh-so-classic “lovely weather today, huh?”

after arriving at his workplace and much begging on your part for him to let you use his kitchen tonight, your boyfriend sighed and handed you the keys to his place, muttering how childish it was of you to beg like that. too giddy to care, your hand snatched it out of haru’s while you hugged your boyfriend as a sign of victory. mission in mind, you hurriedly kissed his cheek and made your way to exit the building. “you won’t regret this!”

as you were in the middle of your internal victory dance out of the building, you missed the small smile the detective had shown your way. shaking his head in disbelief at your behavior, he continued to look over the files on his desk while thinking of the adorable look on your face as he agreed to your pleas.

*at Haru’s place*

your arms cried under the weight of the grocery bags, slowly losing strength as you grew closer and closer to the apartment. fumbling with the key, you managed to open the door, pushing it open with your hip. the next few seconds became a blur as you removed your shoes at the doorway and attempted to keep the food within the bags intact.

the bags were placed on the counter and you could feel the blood flow rushing back into your slightly reddened arms. “damn, i really should start working out more”, you thought out loud. exhaling all the pent up stress from bringing the precious cargo into the home, you took a moment to actually look around at the home.

although it was slightly warm due to the air conditioning being shut off, it was still cool, a slight breeze from the open window outside. it all looked generally the same from when you had visited a few weeks ago; the only slight difference was the stack of paperwork on the living room table.

poor baby, he really has been caught up with work lately, your mind producing images of the bags under his eyes, only even darker if it was even possible. haru was extremely hardworking, an endearing trait in all honesty. yet, it would become too much and you would rarely hear from him and when you called, the faint sound of paper rustling along with the scribbling of the pen was always present.

more motivated than before, you took the apron that still had the slightest smell of your boyfriend’s cologne, tied it on, and began to work on your dish.

*a few hours later*

how did i manage to fuck this up, you groan as you attempt to save your dish.

in the middle of your victory high and karaoke session, what you had believed to be a simple dish had turned out to be a disaster. it was raw, yet it tasted burnt. you forgot to add some spices to it so now the dish had a flavor it normally would not take.

the crisp white apron had turned into a crumbled mess, hints of the ingredients you had used littered across the plane of it. along with your reddened forehead from facepalming one too many times, you could surely say that you had gone through cooking hell.

deeming the meal a fail, you turn off the stovetop and slide against the fridge, landing on the wooden floor with a small thump.

tears of frustration burned in the corner of your eyes as you realized that haru would soon arrive at a kitchen he wouldn’t recognize as well as a girlfriend who failed to come up with a dish to soothe his most likely rumbling stomach. head in your hands, you quickly try to come up with last-minute dinner ideas to prevent your boyfriend from breaking up with you.

the universe had a funny way to tease you because the door opened as your mind had finally decided to order Thai food from the kiosk two blocks way. “i’m home!” in any other circumstance, the thought of the detective saying that phrase as he walked through the door would have reminded you of a husband coming home to his wife. yet, it had conjured into one of the scenes in the horror movies you watched with haru, a jumpscare coming soon after.

in that case, it was haru who was experiencing the jumpscare.

it hadn’t been due to the multiple pots and pans lying around the stovetop nor had it been whatever happy accident had occurred on his kitchen counter. it was the sight of his normally happy and down-to-earth lover clearly in distress and fumbling over her words as she attempted to explain what had happened.

“ireallywantedtomakeasuperromaticdinnerforyoutonightbuteverythingwentwrongandimsosorryaboutthisbecauseyouareextremelytiredandyoucomehome-” your mouth running wild as you attempted to explain the good intentions you had for tonight without bursting into tears.

gently placing his hands on your shoulders, he interrupted your thought bubble “woah honey, slow down. i can’t understand you if you speak too fast.”

a few seconds later, catching your breath and letting go, your emotions calmed a little as you repeated what you had stated, this time at a speed that he could comprehend. “i truly wanted you to finally relax for once and now i ruined it. i’m the worst, aren’t i?”

silence takes over as you attempt to discreetly wipe away the tears that keep falling, turning the discreet almost impossible at the rate that they kept falling. hearing a chuckle, your hands are pulled away from your cheeks, letting one tear happily makes its way down. “yeah, you are the worst”, the detective whispers as he wipes the tear off your red cheeks.

in your emotional state, the burning sensation returns to your eyes as you look away from him. “you didn’t need to agree with me, jeez.” you wince as haru flicked your forehead, hand coming up to soothe the area he targeted. “you never let me finish, dumbass. let your elders speak.” with a pout, you mutter softly how your lover would just continue to insult you either way.

cupping your cheeks, he directs your face towards him, capturing all of your attention. your mind takes note of how although what he had just said was slightly harsh, the look in his golden eyes presents a major contrast, the softness in them overpowering you.

“you are the worst girlfriend ever-don’t interrupt. you are too caring for your own good, putting other’s needs before your own. you make me feel a million times better about myself just by looking my way. and you suck so much that you even finish all of your work early just so you can make me dinner. oh man, how did i ever end up with such a shitty girlfriend as you?”, he emphasizes his last point by poking your forehead, the corner of his lips turning upwards as he watches you scrunch your nose at the action.

your heart warms at the sentiment behind his sarcastic speech, a blush rising in your cheeks as you realize that he is most definitely not breaking up with you now. then, you look back at the cluttered kitchen and remember the predicament you were in “what about dinner though?”

as if answering your prayers, he holds up a bag of Thai food. “i brought this just in case. not that i thought you were gonna ruin dinner but for safety measures.” you laugh as he rubs the nape of his neck, knowing that you had just found out his plan for dinner. walking over towards one of the bags left intact, you pull out a bottle of soju and present it to haru with a smile,“i brought the drinks. lemme pour this into glasses and we’ll be good to go.”

he takes that as a cue to set up the table while you bring out the glasses from his cupboard. with you already having prepared the drinks for tonight, you glance at your lover pulling out the take out boxes and plates from their plastic bags. a feeling of appreciation surges through you as your feet guide you to where he is. “hey babe, everything okay?”, he asks as he notices you standing behind him.

turning towards you, you take advantage of this moment and pulls his tie down, your lips meeting his in the process. haru’s eyes widen for a moment before closing to savor the moment with you. god, when was the last time you guys had kissed because it felt like a lifetime for him since your soft lips greeted his.

with a soft sound from your lips disconnecting, you lean your head on his forehead and sigh blissfully.

“yeah, better than okay.”

Mission: successful?

#fugou keiji #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #fugou keiji x reader #fugou keiji haru #haru kato x reader #haru kato fluff #fugou keiji fluff

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jaskiers-sweetkiss · 3 years

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Sunset Swerve - Part 10

Pairing: Luke x OC

Word Count: 5.3K

Warnings: some swearing, i actually think that’s it for this part?

A/N: Okay here’s part 10, or as I’ve been calling it: Part 9 2: Electric Boogaloo. This is a very special edition of Sunset Swerve in which you get to read from Luke’s POV! This is covering the same time frame as part 9 but Luke’s pov provides some different scenes and new insight that’s kinda significant so I would really recommend not skipping it lol. I wanna shoutout @meangirlsx for being my sounding board and giving me loads of help on these two parts! As always, send me a message/drop a comment if you want to be tagged and let me know what you think!

Part 9 Masterlist

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The week started off great for Luke. He was coming off the high from their performance at the open mic time and the relief that Julie didn’t have to quit the band. The latter fact also absolved him from his guilt of having suggested that Julie sneak out in the first place.

He found himself spending a lot of time with Jordan in the following days between talking about the book he’d started (she had been right, Annabeth was really cool though he maintained that she was stuck-up) and writing music. Their relationship had become much more civil following his birthday, though the fighting didn’t stop. Luke was starting to wonder if Jordan could survive without regularly making snarky or sarcastic comments. Still, the newfound closeness had been… nice. Luke wasn’t entirely sure how to categorize it, especially alongside the feelings he was certain he had for Julie.

As he sat across from Jordan, close enough that their knees were touching as they worked through some rhythms on a new song, Luke found that he wasn’t certain of anything. Jordan felt like a magnet- he realized belatedly that she always had- constantly pulling him closer and closer no matter how much either of them tried to pull away. He was starting to wonder if learning metaphors at book club was really a good thing.

“Hey Luke, can I ask you about something?” Julie pipped up from the entryway of the garage, pulling him away from his thoughts and Jordan.

“Sure, what’s up?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow quizzically.

“Oh, um, actually can we talk outside?” She asked and he furrowed his brow but nodded, setting down his guitar and jogging over to where she stood by the doors.

“This is gonna sound weird but can I ask why Jordan was with you at your house the other day?” Julie asked unsurely once they were outside and Luke froze, not expecting the question.

“How’d you…?” He trailed off, peering at the girl suspiciously. He hadn’t told anyone that he made frequent visits to his house, though he suspected the guys knew and Jordan had figured it out on his birthday.

“Alex and Reggie took me…” Julie said, tucking her hair behind her ear embarrassedly. “After I called you selfish and said you didn’t care about anyone but yourself…”

“That’s ironic coming from you, Miss Boundaries,” he scoffed irritatedly, brows furrowed in anger and Julie sighed.

“I’m really sorry Luke, it was wrong.”

“But now you wanna snoop even more,” he frowned, raising his brows as if to say ‘seriously?’

Julie opened her mouth to defend herself but Luke cut her off with a sigh before answering her question.

“If you must know, Jordan and I have spent every birthday together since we were five, I guess she figured I could use the comfort and familiarity.” He shrugged, trying to downplay how much the gesture had meant to him. It’s been really difficult, grieving his loss of his parents while they grieved him even twenty-five years later. At least when he was a runaway there was still always the possibility of reconciliation. Now there never would be.

“That’s really thoughtful,” Julie said, “But it doesn’t make sense. You guys hate each other, what happened?”

“Oh, we always have,” he smirked to himself, remembering that first day they met. He’d found a massive spider in the yard and thought it would be funny to put it in her hair, obviously, she hadn’t felt the same and the rest was history. “But our parents really wanted us to be friends so… birthday parties.”

“That explains a lot, actually,” Julie nodded thoughtfully and now it was Luke’s turn to be confused, tilting his head in a silent request for the girl to explain. “You guys have these moments where you like, exude this closeness that totally doesn’t fit the nature of your relationship. It makes sense now, knowing how long you’ve known each other.”

“I mean, there was a point where we were basically the closest thing to family each other had,” Luke shrugged, thinking about those last five months in the studio. “Guess we forgot about that when we died.”

They’d grow inexplicably close in those months that they’d lived together. It was an unspoken closeness, neither of them dared to acknowledge it but Luke saw it often in the little things. They’d stopped calling each other names when it was just them in the garage and sometimes when he was stuck on a new song he was writing she’d shout out suggestions from across the room. It was like they’d called an unconscious truce in their grief but when they came back as ghosts that all disappeared, the two immediately back at each others’ throats.

When Luke returned to the studio after his conversation with Julie it had sort of felt like the same thing had happened again. He’d thought he was finally making headway with Jordan, that they’d finally started back on the path to friendship after his birthday, or maybe even something more, and while things hadn’t totally changed, they felt different somehow.

She’d stopped hanging out with him in her free time. Instead, she spent the time holed up in the corners of the studio with her notebook or sitting behind the piano or her guitar, playing or strumming as she hummed softly. Luke wanted to help her out or tell her she sounded beautiful but he couldn’t help but notice how secretive she was being. They’d been working on songs together recently but this one she seemed determined to keep to herself.

When he entered the studio one afternoon to find her notebook on the couch, completely unguarded he couldn’t help himself. He blamed his overwhelming curiosity for why he picked it up despite knowing first-hand how sacred a song journal was.

When he found the partially written song at the back of the notebook he sucked in a breath, chest filling with hope at the lyrics on the page. It wasn’t much, only one verse and a chorus and what looked like half a pre-chorus but he couldn’t help but wonder if it was about him.

[Verse ?]

Bored of games why do you still play?

Back and forth, it’s always the same

You’re player one, I’m player two, who is she, player who?

Roll the dice and make your way

Pre-chorus

I know I’m hard but that’s part of it

You could leave but you are still here

and I’ve nowhere to go but ???

His mind whirled as he tried to work it out for himself. It screamed jealousy to him. She’d started writing after he’d had his conversation with Julie, so it wasn’t an unreasonable guess that he was “you” and Julie was “she.” She was jealous of him and Julie. But was it platonic? Was it more than that?

He was pretty sure he’d lost his damn mind in the hurricane of questions racing through his brain. It was the only explanation for the pure stupidity of what he did next.

“Moss, what’s this?” He asked when she found him with her notebook. Then he started to read off the chorus,

“I’m selfish, I’m selfish, I’m selfish

when it comes to you.

I can’t help it, can’t help it

crazy things that I do.”

“Give it back,” she snapped, cheeks flushing in what he later recognized as a mix of embarrassment and anger but at the time his brain ignored entirely, too caught up in an unthought-out attempt to confront her feelings.

“When I need you I come back to you.

I’m selfish, I’m selfish

when it comes to you.”

“I’m serious, Patterson. You don’t see me poking around in your notebook,” Jordan argued, grabbing hold of the notebook but not pulling it out of his hands.

“You don’t see me leaving my notebook lying around.” His body and his mouth were moving on autopilot but without a GPS as he responded cheekily, letting go of the notebook. Somewhere in the back of his mind, his rational brain was screaming at him to shut up but he just kept talking. “Who’s it about?”

“None of your business.”

Though his brain was on a self-destructive warpath, he couldn’t help but notice how adorable Jordan looked hugging the notebook to her chest protectively. Though, the adorableness factor was negated slightly by the death glare in her eyes.

“I think it’s about me,” he announced smugly, leaning back against the couch haughtily as if daring her to contradict him.

What the hell are you doing, man?

“I think you’re a dumbass,” she spat, and just like that she was gone, poofing away.

He leaned forward, putting his head in his hands with a groan as he realized what he did.

For the next day and a half, he could feel how the atmosphere between them had grown frigid. He’d tried to apologize a few times but every time he got close she would poof away, clearly not wanting to hear from him. What interactions they did have in those couple days were short and snide, laced with venom and insults. The behavior didn’t seem out of the ordinary to the rest of the group, but to Luke, it felt like he’d just stepped from the warm beach into ice-cold water and it was all his fault.

Luke was on the brink of losing his mind again when he went out on a limb that night. He, Alex, and Reggie were about to go out exploring like they did most nights after all the lifers went to sleep and he really wasn’t keen on leaving Jordan in the studio to stew in her anger.

“C’mon, Moss, we’re going exploring!” he called up to the loft. Deciding he’d given her enough space, it was time for ambush mode.

“And why would I want to go anywhere with you?” She called back venomously, not even deigning to come to the railing of the loft or poof down to speak to him face-to-face.

He sighed, clenching his eyes shut briefly before exhaling heavily and speaking.

“Look, I’m sorry, alright?” He called back, wishing he wasn’t doing this in front of Reggie and Alex. “I shouldn’t have gone through your notebook, it was a dick move.”

Luke was surprised at how quickly she forgave him, poofing down only moments after he apologized. He stared at her surprise, his body more relaxed now that she was spending time with them again. He hoped Alex and Reggie weren’t watching him, afraid they might somehow see the pure relief and adoration that he felt for her. Maybe he was being dramatic, but he swore he stopped breathing when she finally turned to look at her. He was totally screwed.

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The next morning was quiet, though it felt like everything had gone back to normal. Jordan was sprawled across the couch which Luke had stopped trying to claim possession over, it was his couch but at this point, it might as well have been hers. Alex was sitting across from him making a friendship bracelet that he secretly hoped was for him but thought might’ve been for Willie, and Luke was reading his book. Things were really starting to pick up in the characters’ quest and he was apparently so invested that he barely recognized Reggie’s arrival until he heard the word “gig.”

Just like that he was on his feet along with Jordan and Alex, quest entirely forgotten as they all started blurting out questions.

“Where?”

“When?’

“How?”

Reggie excitedly explained how they were having a garage party at the house so that their band could perform and Ray and some of his colleagues would record them professionally for the band’s YouTube. Then Reggie patiently explained what a YouTube was and Luke briefly wondered when he’d learned more about modern technology than the rest of them. He supposed Julie did give him that iPod.

“We’re gonna record a music video? Like on MTV?” He exclaimed excitedly after Reggie had explained.

“Yes, dude! And Julie says if we get enough views we could go big!”

Luke gaped at his three bandmates, trying to come up with a vocalization for the thoughts flying through his head. All of a sudden there was a lot at stake for this event, the whole world would be able to see their performance. It had to be perfect. They needed to practice, hell they needed to pick a song.

He needed to talk to Julie.

When he reappeared in the school hallway he realized he probably should’ve told the group where he was going but it was too late now.

“What’re you doing here?” Julie asked him after getting over the initial shock of his sudden appearance.

“We need to talk about what song we’re gonna play tonight,” Luke said excitedly, grinning at the girl. “I was thinking Great?”

Julie held up a finger to signal she needed a moment before pulling out her phone.

“Wait seriously? You’re just gonna take a call while we’re talking? That’s so rude!”

Julie rolled her eyes at his dramatics before explaining, “Otherwise people might think I’m talking to myself.”

“Right, nice, okay,” Luke nodded, impressed by her quick thinking.

It was strange to be back in a high school hallway after so long, chatting with a cute girl by the lockers. The thought immediately brought the image of Jordan. Wow, he was really screwed.

“But yeah, I think Great is a… great choice,” Julie answered his question and he nodded, satisfied with the choice.

“Alright, sweet! Well, that was pretty much all I wanted to talk to you about so…”

“Oh! Okay,” Julie said, surprised.

“Actually wait- I wanted to talk to you about Jordan,” He started. He knew he and Julie had something between them but with these rising feelings about Jordan he’d been experiencing he didn’t want to lead her on. “Look, I, uh, I don’t really know how to say this but-“

“You have a crush on Jordan!” Julie gasped, effectively cutting him off.

His cheeks turned red and he scratched the back of his neck embarrassedly.

“Yeah- I mean, I don’t know but…”

“But you don’t want to hurt me,” Julie finished and Luke raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Wow, you are really perceptive Molina,” he said and she smiled.

“You don’t have to worry about me-“

“Sorry, my Patterson Idiocy Meter was going off,” Jordan explained as she suddenly appeared beside him, effectively putting an end to his conversation with Julie. “It lets me know when he’s doing something especially stupid.”

Luke rolled his eyes at the comment, sticking his tongue out petulantly at the girl and Julie gave him a knowing smile.

“Anyway,” Luke said dramatically, rerouting the conversation and turning back to Julie. “I was thinking, you should just ditch school today and come rehearse with us.”

He probably should’ve anticipated both girls’ protests but he still found himself trying to rationalize what he knew was a bad idea.

“Right, you were at school first, and now you’re leaving to go rehearse.”

“Stop trying to persuade her to do bad things!” Jordan chastised him, smacking his shoulder lightly.

“I really can’t. Plus I promised Nick I’d be his dance partner…” Julie explained, and Luke noticed Jordan wiggling her eyebrows at the mention of the name. He was clearly missing something.

“…and he’s heading this way,” Julie finished, pretending to hang up the phone in favor of talking to the blond-haired boy who just walked up.

“Well don’t you look sharp!” Julie’s reaction to his teasing told him all he needed to know about her feelings and the boy was not being sly about his at all. “Uh-oh, I think somebody’s got a crush on Julie!”

He couldn’t help it. It’s the designated role of all close friends to make fun of each other for their crushes. He knew by the way Julie had reacted when he’d told her about his (well, tried to tell her) that she was never going to let him hear the end of it. So, he dove right into it, mimicking Nick’s motions and facial expressions all with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Oh he is just too cute,” he teased when the blond lifer finally walked away.

“Boundaries,” Julie reminded him with a roll of her eyes. “I’ll see you after school.”

She began walking away towards her class but Luke wasn’t ready to end the conversation.

“Fine! I guess we’ll just have to carry you tonight, just like we always do!” He called down the hallway and he could see Julie shake her head slightly in exasperation. “I know you’re smiling, Molina!”

“Shut up, Luke,” Jordan rolled her eyes, smacking his chest lightly and he sent her a cheeky grin. “Good luck Julie! You’ll do great!” She called after the girl and Luke awed internally at the support.

“Yeah! Kill it on the dance floor!” He joined in, shuffling smoothly across the floor as he yelled.

“Dork,” he heard Jordan mutter and he snapped towards her, feigning upset despite how pleased he was at the attention he was getting.

“C’mon, we’ve gotta get rehearsing,” he spoke, brushing off the dramatics but she waved him off.

“I’ll be right there.”

He frowned, wanting her to come with him but he poofed away anyway, landing back in the garage between Reggie and Alex.

They immediately got to work, Luke walking them through Great. He felt bad doing it without Jordan since it was really her and Julie’s song more than anything, but he really wanted them to sound as best as they could. It was her song and they needed to do it justice.

They’d only just gotten through the basic structure and Jordan’s plans for the song, which she’d scribbled into the margins of his notebook pages while they worked on it together, when they were interrupted by a face in the window.

“Again? What’s all that about?” Reggie asked when Willie’s face disappeared from view, the boy clearly knowing he’d been caught.

Luke shrugged in response, just as lost as the rest but Alex stood, seemingly determined to get answers this time as he poofed out.

Despite their typical itch to snoop, the two boys gave Willie and Alex their privacy, instead moving over to their respective instruments to tune and warm up while they waited.

Luke could tell something was off when Alex returned but the blond-haired ghost had gone straight for his drumset, insisting that they start rehearsing. So, Luke didn’t push it, until about halfway through the song Alex got a little too into his drums, no longer playing along.

“Alex are you alright?” He asked sincerely once he’d stopped playing.

“Yeah... yeah, why?” Alex asked, trying to brush it off but Luke and Reggie had already connected the dots.

Alex only ever played like that when he was upset and since he was in a good mood before Willie showed up, it wasn’t difficult to figure out.

“I know it’s tough man. People say you never forget your first ghost.” Reggie spike sympathetically, “but... I’m sure there will be others.”

“Yeah, thanks Reg,” Alex nodded and Luke stepped forward, clutching his guitar strap as if to brace himself. He wasn’t very good at expressing things outside of music.

“Yeah, and Alex, you’re a great drummer and a great guy, okay?” He said, leaning onto the drumset slightly as he spoke. “I wouldn’t let all that stuff get in between you and what you love.”

Alex nodded and Luke finally noticed Jordan’s presence in the studio. He’d started to take steps in her direction to ask when she’d gotten there when Reggie spoke up again.

“I don’t know, sometimes a little fire onstage can make things better,” he said suggestively and Luke froze in the center of the band setup. “Like you and Julie.”

His head immediately snapped towards Jordan, trying to gauge her reaction to the statement. He was already certain she thought there was something between him and Julie, she’d written a whole song out of jealousy after all, but he needed her to know that wasn’t true.

“Uh, what... what is that supposed to mean?” Luke asked, trying to play innocent and hoping Reggie would get the hint and back off.

“C’mon, everyone can see the way you look at her when you sing,” Reggie chuckled, clearly not understanding. “You guys ooze chemistry.”

“Please never say ooze again,” Alex said to Reggie before turning to Luke, “But you have to agree he’s right.”

“No, no.” Luke denied vehemently, chancing another nervous glance at Jordan only to find she had become suddenly very interested in her shoes. “I have chemistry with everyone I sing with.”

It felt like a reasonable excuse to him, and it wasn’t exactly wrong. He did have chemistry when he sang with people, but it wasn’t because of the person, it was because of the music. Still, Reggie and Alex gave him looks of disbelief and he huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Seriously, watch,” he said, taking a determined step towards Jordan. Sure he was trying to prove a point to the guys, but maybe he could prove something else to himself and Jordan.

Still, before he could even take another step she stopped him.

“You’d better take that step back,” she demanded, not even looking up from the floor and his heart sank.

He shook it off with a sigh, still determined to prove his point to the guys. So he turned on his heel, confidently stepping towards Reggie as he began to sing.

“I believe, I believe that we’re just one dream away from who we’re meant to be.” When he got close enough, he slipped his hand around the back of the bassist‘s neck, pulling their faces even closer together. “That we’re standing on the edge of… great.”

He winked at the boy when he finished and stepped back, watching with a smirk as Reggie gulped. Mission accomplished.

“Wow,” Alex remarked, “I see chemistry.”

“Yeah, that was pretty hot,” Reggie admitted, voice cracking as he spoke.

Riding on the high of his success, Luke took it one step further, kissing two of his fingers before placing them on Reggie’s lips. When he heard a giggle from behind him he whirled around to grin at Jordan, elated that he could turn her mood around. She rolled her eyes in response but he didn’t care. He was starting to think maybe they were a sign of endearment from her with how much she did it.

“Girls, amiright?” Reggie croaked out and Luke chuckled.

“Yeah,” he agreed and Alex quickly chimed in.

“No,” the drummer said definitively with a light chuckle.

Jordan barked out a laugh at that, poofing over to the drummer to give him a high five before poofing back to the front of the band setup. Luke shook his head at that, ducking his head to hide his smile as he slipped his guitar strap back across his body.

Practice went smoothly after that, though Jordan and Reggie insisted on messing around until Julie got there. He felt kinda lonely with Jordan now hanging out on Reggie’s side of the setup but it was worth it to see her smile and hear her laughter. He didn’t even have the heart to tell them to take this practice seriously since they had a performance tonight. When the hell did he become so whipped for a girl he wasn’t even sure liked him back?

He couldn’t begrudge them their fun, even screwing around Jordan and Reggie were some of the best musicians he knew and it was obvious when Julie got there. They only had an hour of true, focused rehearsal with the whole group yet it sounded amazing. Still, Luke was nervous. If he’d had his way, they would’ve practice until it was perfect but he knew that wasn’t reasonable.

Luke was bummed when Jordan left to get ready in Julie’s room. He figured they needed their “girl time” or whatever but- though he’d never say it out loud- watching Jordan do her makeup had become part of his pre-performance routine and he was a bit fascinated by the whole ordeal. Instead, he spent the time leading up to their performance reading his book or talking with Alex and Reggie.

Luke’s nerves didn’t present themselves outwardly as much as Jordan’s did. It was something he’d noticed back when they’d both started performing. When Jordan got nervous she moved, flicking and shaking her hands, bouncing in place, anything to stop her standing still. Luke, on the other hand, internalized his nerves. He would become uncharacteristically quiet the closer he got. When he first started performing for crowds his hands would tremble, something he’d had to figure out how to counteract pretty quickly because it’s really hard to play the guitar with shaky hands.

Still, pre-performance nerves were when his insecurities popped up the most so when he looked up and saw Jordan, Alex, and Reggie all holding hands in the garage while Julie started the song, he felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He probably looked like a kicked puppy but he felt like one. His bandmates had left him out of something.

As if reading his thoughts, Jordan reached her hand out to him in a silent invitation to join whatever pre-show ritual they’d started without his knowledge. As soon as he took her hand he understood why they did it: silent solidarity. A small but strong reminder that they were in this together. Then Jordan squeezed his hand lightly, giving him just enough time to squeeze back before they were poofing onstage, well, onto the driveway.

Julie and Jordan were electric in center stage and all five of them were sounding great (no pun intended). Everything was going perfectly until Luke nodded his head at Jordan, silently asking her to come share his mic but she pointedly ignored him. Luke furrowed his brow in confusion as she angled her body away from him as she picked up the next verse.

Maybe it was a mistake, he thought, trying it again as he and Julie joined her vocals.

“Sometimes we gotta lean, lean on someone else to get a little help until we find a way,” they sang together, and Luke frowned slightly. Those lines had always made him think of Jordan, especially after his birthday and it hurt extra that she was ignoring him.

He tried to ignore the stab of jealousy he felt when she moved to the other side of the setup to sing to Alex by focusing on the music and singing with Reggie but it didn’t fully work. He still wanted her attention and he wanted to know why he wasn’t getting it.

His wounded puppy eyes were fully intact when he stepped up beside where Julie crouched on the piano to play his guitar solo. She gave him a sympathetic smile before shrugging lightly, seemingly understanding why he was upset but also unaware as to why he was being shunned. It made him feel a bit better, at least he wasn’t the only one in the dark. As the section came to an end he noticed her eyes flicking out to the crowd and followed them, spotting a familiar blond. He sent her a teasing wink as he hit the last note and she stood fully on the piano in what was a truly epic moment. That girl was a performer through and through.

He slid back to his microphone behind the piano, still hurt but pushing it aside to finish out the performance. Now really wasn’t the time to get lost in speculation and self-pity.

He was surprised when he and the guys returned to invisibility only to see Jordan still out there, singing and playing along with Julie. It was clearly a beautiful and emotional moment for the two and he wondered when they’d planned it. Still, that wasn’t his first question when he finally got time to talk to the ghost girl.

“Hey, so, how come you were ignoring me out there?” He asked her after the lifers had evacuated the driveway.

Reggie and Alex were playing some basketball on the hoop hanging from the garage door while Jordan was perched on the ledge at the end of the driveway, scribbling into her notebook.

“What are you talking about?” She asked, looking up to stare at him in confusion.

“During the performance… I wanted you to come sing with me…” he spoke, leaving pauses in hopes that she’d catch on and put him out of his misery but she never did. “C’mon Moss, I did the head nod and everything!”

“Those were for me?” She exclaimed, looking at him like he’d lost his mind, “I thought you were trying to get Julie!”

He felt the relief wash over him with those words. So it was just a simple misunderstanding.

The relief was short-lived, however, as the four of them were suddenly struck through with another jolt, sending the three guys sprawling to the ground and Jordan doubling over.

“Jesus fuck,” he heard Jordan curse as she clutched her chest and he groaned in agreement, pushing himself off the cement.

“That wasn’t like the other ones,” he said, “It’s getting worse.”

“Why is this happening to us?” Reggie asked, still bent over as he recovered.

“It’s because you guys are in serious trouble,” Willie answered, nervously approaching the four ghosts. “We need to talk.”

They all nodded in agreement, silently moving together before Willie poofed them to Hollywood.

They followed him along the Walk of Fame as he explained all about how Caleb’s stamp was the reason the jolts kept happening. That he’d stamped them to force them to work for him because they were too powerful.

“So, if we don’t join his club, the weird power outage thing continues until there’s no power left at all?” Reggie asked, crossing his arms over his chest nervously.

“Yes,” Willie answered, not meeting any of their eyes.

“What exactly happens when the power goes out?”

“That’s… that’s it. You’re done.”

Luke heard Jordan suck in a breath beside him, freezing in her tracks and the rest of the group slowed to a halt.

“Yeah, what do you mean by ‘we’re done?’” Reggie asked the question none of them wanted to hear the answer to.

“You just… you don’t exist… anymore. Not anywhere.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jordan slap a hand over her mouth as if to cover up a sob. He knew she was thinking about her parents, how she’d never see them again because of this and his blood began to boil.

“So what, we have to give up everything and work for Caleb for eternity?” He spat angrily, “That’s some club you guys got going on.”

He took a step back, reaching down discretely to grab Jordan’s hand, hoping to provide her with any kind of comfort and support.

“But there is another way,” Willie explained, “That’s why I’m here.”

“Another option?” Alex asked skeptically.

“Just please, hear me out.” Willie pleaded, and Luke shared a look with the other guys. “Alright. If you guys could figure out what your unfinished business is, you do it in time, you could cross over and be free from all of this.”

“Okay, so what’s our unfinished business?” Luke asked, squeezing Jordan’s hand reassuringly. He’d figure it out just for her.

“I don’t know,” Willie said. “But since you all died at the same time it could be something you all have to do together.”

Luke’s mind began whirling, trying to figure out what it could be. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he barely registered Willie departing, or Alex and Reggie talking.

“We have to figure out our unfinished business,” he insisted, finally joining in on the conversation.

“Yeah, man, and how are we supposed to do that? Alright?” Alex asked frustratedly. “There was so much we wanted to do.”

The combination of Alex’s words and him noticing the sign in the background brought upon Luke’s epiphany.

“Yeah, but the night we died, there was only one thing we wanted to do together,” he explained, pointing towards the Orpheum sign with his free hand.

Part 11

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Disconnected Fate

a/n: hehe thank you for @velvxtparadise for requesting this im so happy you did bc it was an amazing idea (their works are also so amazing you should check ‘em out) but ya THANK YOU ily!!

Disconnected Fate: Soulmate AU/Quirkless AU - Sero x Reader

Synopsis: Soulmates were something to be treasured. The second half of your soul, finally connecting, becoming one. But, you couldn’t really rely on that if your string is cut. But will meeting someone with your same fate change that?

Word Count: 3110

Warnings: Cursing, clubbing, drinking, mentions of vomiting, kissing, old ass pervs, groping (if there are more pls let me know!!) {does include some todomomo and kamijirou}

“Mina, I don’t think this fits very well,” you laugh at your figure in the mirror, turning your body and running your hands down the fabric to slim it down. Mina opens to you, practically jumping at you before placing her hands at your shoulder to rotate your body; jaw dropping at the sight.

“Y/n, shut the hell up. You look so fucking sexy it’s not even funny,” she chuckles, giving your ass a playful smack before tugging at the thin strap that held your dress up. The strings connected to a loose bateau neckline, showing a little cleavage, and looking down, you see the way your snug dress brings out your curves and hips. Wow- you really did look amazing, didn’t you? “Okay, that should do it. Are we ready? The guys are probably waiting for us.”

Your head whips to your friend, who definitely did not tell you about boys being with you. “What? Boys- boys? Mina.”

She looks back at you with a shocked look, making it seem like you knew, and gave a blank, “what?”

“Why didn’t you tell me there would be boys? I only know like, three other people from your friend group, and I’m not even sure they like me.” You complain, leaving the closet for the bathroom to touch up on your makeup before hearing your other bestie chime in.

“Don’t worry, y/n! I like having you around very much, and I’m sure the others will, too!” Momo says, finishing her mascara.

“Yeah, and you’re fun to duet and play with,” Kyouka acknowledges while painting her nails.

“See?” Mina remarks. “They love you. Eiji has already told the others, and none of them have anything bad to say!”

“Yet.”

“Kyo!”

“Kidding~” she corrects.

“Y/n, you’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it, they’ll love you. Just...I don’t know, be yourself!”

“Thanks, Mina, that actually helps a lot,” you smile sarcastically before turning your smile flat. “I’ll be sure to do that once I get over the fact that I’ve never hung out with your friends before.”

“Oh my God, y/n. Stop stressing. You’ll be fine.” Mina assures. “And maybe you’ll find a little special someone~” she vocalizes and points to the ring finger of your right hand.

Oh. Right. You thought, looking down at your hand. The red string tied to your finger that connected you to the person the universe wants you to spend the rest of your life with. The string that leads you to the person you’ve always wanted, needed. Your soulmate. You had always wanted that person to come in your life, to sweep you off your feet and be with you for the rest of your days, but it was hard to believe in all that when your string was cut. Your string connected you to your soulmate, so why was yours cut? Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be for you.

“Y/n? Y/n.” You blink up to Mina’s fingers snapping at you.

“Huh? Oh, sorry,” you smile, “I just spaced out.”

“Classic y/n.”

“Kyo.” Mina glares at Kyouka.

“What? I’m just sayin’.”

“Okay, are we all done here?” You ask while looking around at Momo, Kyouka and Mina; checking the belongings around them and seeing their small handbags.

“Yup!”

“Mhm.”

“Finally! Okay, let’s go bitches.” Mina exclaims as Kyouka shakes her head then drags herself up, leaning her head back, an annoyed expression painted on her face.

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“Bro, come on! Just have one- ONE- drink. Please?” Kaminari pouts, handing Sero a small glass of whiskey, the ice clinking within the glass.

“I don’t know man. You guys are probably gonna get hammered tonight, and Katsuki refuses to be the DD again,” Sero shrugs back, leaning on the counter of the bar.

“You’re damn right I ain’t the DD tonight. I haven’t had a good drink in a minute, and you guys are annoying as it is, so maybe a couple might make it easier to put up with you.” Bakugou groans, downing his drink, walking up to the bartender to order another one.

“Hey, where are the girls? Are they still coming?” Kirishima asks curiously.

“Uh,” Kaminari pulls his phone out, checking his messages, “they are on their way.”

“Why do they take so goddamn long? It’s annoying.” Bakugou calls out, waiting for his drink impatiently.

“Because they are ladies, Katsuki. They need time to get ready and stuff. You know this,” Kirishima whines, as if he had told him this multiple times.

“I know it’s stupid,” he emphasizes. He gets his drink and continues to sit at the bar, irritated.

Kirishima makes his way over to Sero, who sips his water through the black straw poking out of the glass. He looks bored, but not as if he didn’t want to be there. He always liked hanging out with his friends; the more the merrier. So taking this invitation to hang out with his guy and girl friends was a must. He needed a break from all of the stress school put on him. College was a lot harder than he thought it was going to be. This was a perfect way to distract himself even for a little while and drinking water. His friends would be entertaining enough anyways.

“Hey, Hanta, you excited for the girls to get here?” Sero’s head whips up, breaking his thoughts. Sitting up straight, he leans back with an elbow on the back of the couch. Kirishima smiles giggly, taking a seat next to him.

“Oh, ya,” he says, as if it was obvious, “excited to see how they act when they black out,” he jokes. The girls were always a handful when drunk, thankfully some had their boyfriends to take care of them, but the boyfriends were always a little drunk, too.

“Ha ha, yeah, always super fun,” Kirishima replies sarcastically, knowing exactly what Sero is thinking. “What about you, Shoubro?”

Todoroki was sitting at the end of the table awkwardly, waiting for more company. He looked lonely, but patient. He looked up at his nickname Kirishima gave him tiredly. “Hmm?”

“Excited for the girls to get here?”

“I guess. They will make the night more entertaining.” See, he knows, too. The girls were known for making the night more interesting. Whether it was karaoke, body shots, dancing, or even fighting with douchebags that tried to dance with them. The night always ended on a good note either way, so whoever was staying sober sure had a sight to see.

“Oh, here come the girls,” Kaminari chimes in, putting his phone in his back pocket before turning around for the door. Three girls walk in: Mina, Kyouka, and Momo. Wait- where were you? Didn’t Mina say something about bringing a friend?

“Hey, boys,” Mina greets, “how are we this fine evening?” She says smoothly, strutting her way to the bar. “Four vodkas, please.”

“You havin’ all of those? Momo and Kyo don’t usually have vodka.” Kaminari laughs, a jokingly confused question.

“Oh, y/n is gonna be here in a sec, and she likes vodka. A lot. So half of these are for her.” Mina smiles as she carefully grabs the shots and cautiously carries them to the table where Momo, Todoroki, Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Kyouka reside. She sets them down, keeping a close eye not to spill, and starts walking over to your figure.

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You head into the club, surprised the music isn’t louder, while avoiding the other people around the area. You knew at places like this it got a little crowded and hectic, so you just wanted to find Mina before anything else. With your hands behind your back holding your tiny purse, you look around and see Mina walking over to you, a bright smile plastered on her face as giggles and grabs your hand, dragging you to the table where everyone (besides irritated Bakugou) resides.

“Katsuki get your ass over here right now!” Mina shouts from across the club, catching Bakugou’s attention. She gives him a stern look, then smiles softly when he grumbles and pushes himself off his chair, slowly walking over there, drink in hand. He plops down next to Kirishima lazily before staring at the ground. “Good. Anyway,” she inhales, clearly excited. You stand there awkwardly, wondering why it has suddenly got so hot. Something in the air was different. You didn’t know what it was, but it was making you nervous. “Y/n, the boys,” she points at each boy, introducing them, “Todoroki, Sero, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Bakugou.” You nod in acknowledgement, getting to know their faces to hopefully not forget later. One face caught your breath, though. Literally. Your breath hitched as you looked at him. Sero, you were pretty sure his name was. He was- beautiful. His raven black hair, his smile, his eyes, his everything- was gorgeous.

What the hell was this?

You stand there, frozen, staring at his handsome face and body, practically drooling. You were interrupted by Mina yapping at them to shake your hand. Each one of them sat up straight and nodded to you, said how nice it was to meet you. Then you shook hands with Sero.

No. No way.

Right as you switch your hands for him, raising your left hand, he raises his. The red on his finger caught your eye, making you stop in your tracks. Again. He also comes to a halt, both your eyes wide in shock and surprise as you gaze at each other’s string.

This wasn’t real. You were the only one you knew in your entire life who had this. You had looked it up several times for a sliver of hope, but nothing showed. In fact, everything you had searched for came up the opposite. Because of the stories and the legends and the research, you were convinced it wasn’t true. You were convinced that it wasn’t going to happen to you. Convinced that you were going to live your life alone. Was this man really the one for you? Was this man really the one to share your soul with? You couldn't believe it. You just couldn’t.

“Ahem,” Mina purposely coughs, trying to dissipate the awkwardness everyone else has to endure as you and Sero share the weirdest and yet most thrilling moment you’ve had in your life. Your heart was beating so fast, you were nervous, but excited. You were surprised, but happy and sad, a little disappointed and mad, though you felt awakened at these new feelings. They felt stronger than anything you’ve ever felt before, and you could tell he could feel them, too. Mina coughs again, snatching your attention. She smiles and widens her eyes while pointing her head at the other men, who are tiredly awaiting your hand. Once you suddenly realize you’ve been focusing on Sero for the past 45 seconds, you breathe out an ‘oh’ and move on to Kirishima.

You never stopped thinking about him, though. Throughout the entire night, after every shot you took, every song on the dance floor, Sero was still in your mind. And because of this, you took more shots. And you danced some more. You were taking a body shot off of Mina’s stomach when you notice eyes boring into yours. Swallowing the stinging alcohol you turn over to him, not finishing with the lime, almost stumbling. You want to tell him to stop looking at you, to mind his own business, but you can’t separate your words, slurring an incoherent sentence.

“Oh? Baby girl needs some help? I can help you,” the strange man, teases, laughing as he grabs your waist, grazing the side of your torso up and down, trying to drag you to the back of the club. “Let me help you, honey.” He starts guiding you to the back, using his fingers to touch the soft skin on your shoulders, your forearms, making their way down to your hips, and finally up to-

“Hey, y/n, you okay?” The man gets interrupted by your hero, his voice giving you butterflies. “Sorry, man. She’s drunk. You really shouldn’t be messin’ with girls like this,” he shrugs before grabbing you by your waist and putting your arm around his shoulder, “or any girls, for that matter.” You lean on his shoulder, barely keeping up with the situation. You feel so light on your feet, but so heavy at the same time. He helps you to the tables you originally sat at before going a little more overboard than you would’ve liked. You moan, a little overwhelmed by the noise, but once he sets you in a comfortable spot on the bench, you lean your head back, satisfied with the cold air on your face. He quickly hands you his glass of water, placing the straw in your mouth and nodding his head, whispering to take a drink. You comply, sipping his water before he takes it out and puts the cup on the tabletop for a brief moment.

Dazed, you look around the room. Your vision is blurry, but you can clearly see Momo and Todoroki making out on the other side of the booth. At least she’s having fun. Meanwhile you get groped by an old man in a corner and probably won’t remember it the next day. Sero’s gone, you think. He was, but only a couple feet away from you. You turn your head from Momo on top of Todoroki’s lap, to Jirou leading Kaminari out of the building, then to Mina taking more shots with Kirishima, and Bakugou acting annoyed but is actually having fun. They all looked like they were having a great time. You look to your left once more and smile to yourself once you see him walking back over. He sits next to you and grabs the cup again, pushing it towards you to take a sip. And you do.

The next half hour was you and him in the bathroom while you throw your guts up, the nasty alcohol leaving your stomach while he holds your hair up and rubs your back. You cough everything back up, regretting taking a single drink in the first place. You feel his hands smooth over your upper back, and his grip on your hair, tightening in a circle at the back of your head. You lift your head up, turning away in embarrassment.

He smiles in return, taking his hand off your back to grab something to wipe your mouth with. “Don’t worry, it’s not the first time I’ve done this. Come here,” he says softly, almost like a whisper. You turn your head towards him, still not looking at his face, but at his arm. His very attractive arms. He raises his left hand to wipe a cloth at your mouth, you catching the bright red string in sight. He notices this, and slows his motions. “You see it, right? My string.”

You only nod in response, looking away with a blush.

“I can see it, too. Yours, I mean.” You weren’t that surprised, considering what happened earlier that night when you first met him. The feeling was the same as it was before, but more intense. It was like sparks every time he touched you, like fireworks, like electricity. You could tell he felt it as well when he pulled back a little, hesitant to touch you. You knew he felt it when he pulled you away from that strange guy. Guess you were too drunk to notice.

Once he finishes up, he tells you he’s done then helps you up to get ready to leave. You were both tired of this place. Walking back out to the main room, the only people to be seen from Mina’s friend group was herself, Bakugou, and Kirishima. You could only guess where everyone else went. You two continue making your way down, asking if everyone else will be alright, or if they needed a ride. Mina responded that they’ll take a cab home, and that they’ll be okay. Thankfully Bakugou looked sober enough to understand what was going on.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. Whatever. Fuckin’ leave already.”

Sero returns with a smile, silently thanking him as he leads you to the exit. The cool air felt wonderful against your face, the breeze making you feel a lot better. You groan as your head starts to pound. Sero leads you to his car, opening the door for you and helping you in, shutting the door.

“Hey, what’s your address?”

You look up tiredly, ready to fall asleep right then and there. “Oh, uh, building 474 on 32nd.”

He only hums in response, checking his mirrors and backing out, heading for your apartment.

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“Hey, uh, thank you, Sero. I really appreciate it. I know this is not how you wanted to spend your night, even if you were sober.” You apologize, genuinely disappointed in yourself for letting yourself drink that hard.

“Don’t worry about it. It was fun watching you guys for most of the night, though,” he laughs.

“Oh I bet. Me and Mina got a little crazy.”

“A little?”

“Shush, I know,” you chuckle, trying not to embarrass yourself further. “Um, do you want my number? Or something? It’s just, your Mina’s friend,” We both have red cut strings, “and I want to make up for being such a slob at the party,” I want to figure out why I can see your string. He gladly agrees, putting his number in your phone. “Also,” you interrupt his movements, causing him to look up, “I remember that weird guy from earlier, where did he go? I didn’t see him for the rest of the night.”

He smiles cunningly, a smile that cocks the sides of your mouth up subconsciously. “He was getting on my nerves, so I kicked him out of the club.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “How?”

“I have my ways,” he says slyly, implying exactly what you’re thinking. You smile in understanding, thanking him for the help.

You unlock your door and wave goodbye to him, sad that he had to leave, but grateful that he didn’t have to put up with you anymore. You lift your left hand in curiosity. Looking at it, you can see every thread on the piece of yarn. Every knot. Although you couldn’t take it off, it looked as if you could. It was weird, knowing the fact that everyone else’s string connected them to their soulmates, while your short piece of combined thread just drooped towards the ground. You never expected to find another person like you. Another person with a lost fate. Huh.

Part 2?? Let me know!!

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